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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book features depictions of hypnosis, brainwashing, and mind control. It is important to remember that in reality these things are far different to how they appear in fiction and fantasy. True hypnosis requires consent and active participation by both hypnotist and subject. Nothing contained in this book should be considered a reflection of real world hypnosis, nor a representation of the ethics of consent.

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Chapter 1

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“That’s so dumb, come on,” Theo said, scoffing at the TV. He was reclining on an armchair in the corner of the living room, while Ben, Marc and Trish shared the sofa. Sam was sitting on the floor, cross-legged.

“It’s just a commercial,” said Sam. “Chill out.”

Theo grunted as the TV went back to the movie they were watching. He shifted in his chair, sprawling out further, letting his tall frame take it over and long brown hair dangle over the side. Marc was shorter, slim and wiry, with sharply trimmed black hair and tanned skin. They often argued, but Trish always calmed things down. She was curled up at the end of the couch, trying to focus on the movie. Sam leaned over to grab some popcorn and blocked the view, so Trish gave her a not-that-gentle kick in the side. She got out of the way quickly. Trish was strong, a blonde-haired amateur boxer, and Sam was a skinny nerd who had never been in a fight in her life. Ben said very little. He never did. He was the quiet man of the group and joined them occasionally for social gatherings. Mostly he stayed at home, and when he was with people, he remained silent most of the time. When he did talk though, he tended to make everyone laugh.

The group had been friends for years, ever since they were in school together in one of the lower-class technical academies in the Circuit District. It was home to most of the seedier businesses in town that wouldn’t fly in the Upper Quarter or the Ziggurat. The apartment the group were in, shared by Sam and Theo, was above a sex shop that moonlighted as a brothel. The sounds of sex often came through the walls. It had reached the point where Theo found it hard to sleep without it. Sam hated it, she had always been awkward about sex, and Theo had left the details of what they were living above out when they moved in. The rent was too low to leave now, somehow not jacked up like everywhere else. Despite the damp, the cracks in the walls, the flickering lights and the regular thumps and moans and low growls from below, it made sense to stay.

“Man, screw Caliacorp though,” Theo groaned.

Trish looked over at him and shook her head, “we all hate them, but whatever, just watch the movie.”

“No, we should be doing something about them,” said Theo, “they’ve ruined basically everyone’s life.”

“I mean he’s right,” said Sam, “you either work for them, or you’re screwed. They make everything, sell everything. There might as well be no government, just them.”

Marc leaned forward and spoke in a conspiratorial tone, “I hear there’s a resistance, wants to take ‘em down.”

The lights flickered. A loud groan floated up from the building below.

“That’s just a rumour,” Trish said, “no way would that happen. They’ve got cameras and guards everywhere.”

“I think it’s real,” Ben said, making everyone turn to look at him. “Surely people can’t just sit here and do nothing while a corporation controls their lives, can they?”

“Dude, find ‘em and I’ll join ‘em,” laughed Theo, “I wanna mess up anything with Calia’s name on it. That bitch.”

“If she’s even real,” Sam said.

Trish turned the TV off. “Ok, forget the movie, we’re gonna talk about this, let’s talk about it.” She stood up, her blonde hair swishing around her shoulders as she adjusted her short skirt. “CaliaCorp has ruined this city, they’re taking over the damn world, how did it even get so bad?”

“They make everything so cheap,” Theo groaned, “and nobody makes enough money to choose something else.”

Marc shook his head, “it’s more than that though man, they’ve bought up half the city, their employees live in all the good places and come down to our area to… well you know…”

“To fuck and drink and drug themselves senseless,” Ben said.

Everyone laughed. Sam uncrossed her legs and stood up beside Trish. “You know them the second you see them too, always so clean cut and boring.”

“Some of them are pretty hot,” Marc said, “I mean I’ve seen some seriously sexy people come down here, can’t believe they need to pay for a good time.”

“Right, right,” said Sam, agreeing almost immediately. “Yeah, I guess rich people can look pretty hot with all that money for gyms and haircuts and whatever.”

“Wonder what it’s like, to just have all that cash,” said Theo, “you could do whatever you want, right?”

“Yeah,” Trish replied, “that’s why they come down here, because they know they just need to dangle a little money, we can’t exactly turn it down.”

Everyone went quiet, thinking about the ways CaliaCorp affected them. The company had grown from a small business to a manufacturer of products, to a media company, an energy company, to who knew what else. Their fingers were in whatever pie they could find. If there was a business opportunity, CaliaCorp would find it. No matter what it was, from the high-end property market right to sex work and casinos. Wherever they went, they pushed out the competition. They seemed to just enter a market and the competitors folded in a matter of weeks or months. Legislation was changed to accommodate them, more and more people worked for them every day, and those who didn’t still consume their products, watched their TV network, used their services. It had been years of expansion, from city to city, country to country. Nothing could stand in their way, and everyone in the room knew it. Total domination.

“I think I’m going to head home,” Ben said. “I’ve got some things to do tomorrow.” He stood up and Marc followed suit. “Yeah, I’m gonna head too. Enough heavy talk for one night.” He walked out after Ben. Sam and Theo looked to Trish, wondering if she would go too. She hesitated, as if she wanted to stay and continue the conversation, solve the world’s problems and right wrongs. Instead, she grabbed her jacket from the couch, said goodnight to Sam and Theo, and left. The door clicked shut behind her and a cloud of dust floated down from a crack in the ceiling.

“Weird night,” Theo said.

“Yeah,” Sam replied, “keeps getting worse, huh?”

“Sam, what the hell are we gonna do? This place is a craphole and what are our choices? Work for CaliaCorp or live here forever?”

“It’s not fair, is it? Some company having that much power over our lives.”

Sam looked around the room. The place was dingy, dirty and dark. Previous residents had left stains on the walls and the furniture in ill repair, couch torn, chairs cracked, tables scraped. Cracks lined the ceiling and black mold dotted the corners. The low-power bulbs hardly helped, but anything brighter was more than their landlord would pay for. Sam and Theo had been there for two years and every day something new seemed to go wrong.

“I think I’ll turn in,” said Sam.

“Yeah, no worries. I might just chill out here and watch TV for a while. Need to relax.”

“Just keep the volume down alright?”

“Sure, goodnight.”

“Night.”

Sam went to her room, leaving Theo alone in the living room. The low moans of pleasure from downstairs leaked through the thin walls and floor. More noticeable now, in the silence left in the wake of visitors. He picked up the remote and flicked through channels until he landed on one of CaliaCorp’s many. Like a lot of their entertainment, it was essentially just softcore pornography masquerading as plot-driven drama or reality show. Theo paused on it because he saw a tall woman in a business suit. Her pencil skirt accentuated her long, shapely legs and a tight jacket and silk blouse hugged her figure. She leaned over the desk of her employee and gave him a great view of her cleavage. Theo loved tall girls. There was something enticing about the show too, the music maybe. It just made him feel relaxed and horny.

Theo reached down into his pants and started stroking his cock absent-mindedly. It was how he usually watched TV. The woman on screen slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Each time she popped a button her cleavage bulged further out, and Theo stroked himself a little faster. Soon all the buttons were open, and she stripped off her jacket, then stood over her employee holding the bottom of either side of the blouse and showing off her toned, tanned stomach and breasts in a black lace bra. She looked stunning, towering over her employee, a meek man behind her desk. With a smirk the woman crooked her finger and beckoned him to stand before her, then when he was looking up at her gorgeous face, she pointed a finger to the ground, and he fell to his knees.

Theo liked tall girls, but he always saw himself as dominant in the bedroom. He just liked how long their legs were, but this show got him hot. His cock was rock hard and the low, pulsing rhythm that played in place of dialogue a massage for his ears. The man on his knees began to kiss and lick the woman’s patent black heels and Theo’s mouth fell open, drool leaking from the sides and falling onto his chest. It was so sexy to see that woman just completely dominate her employee, as she kicked him over and sat on the desk above him, dangling her shoe from her foot and swaying it rhythmically as the employee dragged himself up off the floor. Theo stared wide eyed, totally entranced by the swinging shoe at the end of a long leg encased in stockings. The woman’s legs were crossed and the subtle line of muscle that ran down her thigh was enough to send Theo into a rapture of pleasure. She was incredible. She let her shoe fall to the floor and put her foot into the mouth of the employee, who sucked on it eagerly. With her other foot she kicked his hands until he reached down to his crotch and opened his trousers, revealing his hard cock. Then she began to stroke slowly up and down it with her nylon-clad toes.

Theo felt every stroke as he pumped his own cock in rhythm with her motion. Her long, perfect legs going up and down and up and down and her toes being sucked, her pretty little toes. He drooled even more, and the rhythm of the music picked up as the employee began to quiver and twitch. Theo did the same, he felt pre-cum slide from the tip of his penis and the tall woman peeled off her shirt, leaving just the bra and skirt. She expertly manipulated the employee with her feet and looked straight at the camera, straight at Theo. With a smirk she started to caress her cleavage and nod. Theo nodded with her. Leaving one hand to squeeze her nipple underneath her bra, she held the other one up and began to close her fingers down. The employee and Theo were ready to explode.

She let one finger fall, two, three. Theo was on the edge, so close and he knew he had to wait. He did not think about why he knew, or how, it just made sense. Another finger down, one left. Theo desperately pumped himself and her foot rapidly stroked her employee’s throbbing member until she dropped the last finger and Theo and the man on screen exploded, shooting hot, sticky cum everywhere. The woman pulled her foot from the employee’s mouth, and replaced it with the other, which was now soaked in cum, sticky white globs all over the black stockings. She held it up to the employee’s mouth and he licked at it, grimacing as he lapped up every drop of his cum. Theo looked down at his hand, covered in the same substance, then back at the screen. He shook his head.

“No way,” he mumbled.

He rubbed his hand on the couch to clean it off and went to bed.