Chapter 7

The password was the easy part. Marc cracked through that in a few minutes. The problem now was that Ben’s computer was as neat and tidy as his room. Absolutely nothing to be found. Barely any files, personal or professional. A couple of games they used to play together, some music, and little else. Marc dug around in every folder, hoping to find something that would illuminate him to where Ben could be. After a while, he found a folder labeled ‘vids’ and opened it.

It was Ben’s porn collection. Nothing too surprising, the usual CaliaCorp ‘adult entertainment division’ stuff. Lots of very attractive people writhing all over each other. Marc had more important things to do than watch it, but one video grabbed his attention. It had a thumbnail that looked like the same popup that grabbed his attention earlier. Calia, again. This omni-present face, taunting him. Calling to him.

He pressed play and the video began with a spiral. A little cliché but it worked to keep Marc focused on the centre of the screen. As the video went on he could hear a voice begin to speak as Calia appeared on screen in a loop, slowly beckoning him with that same crooked finger that he saw on the ad. This time she wore a royal blue blouse with a few buttons open, revealing the edges of a black silk bra, and a tight pencil skirt and black tights. It showed off her slim waist and supple curves. Marc knew he should stop watching but his hand decided not to click the mouse, like the signal from brain to finger got lost and instead sent a delicious jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

Then the voice faded in.

Hi, I’m Mistress Calia, and I know you’re eager to watch. Eager to listen to my words. Eager to listen and focus on my important words. And my words are important, aren’t they?

Marc nodded without realising.

That’s right, and as you listen to my voice, a voice you’ve heard so many times, you find you don’t want to look away, to move away. You’re rooted to the spot by your desire to stare and listen to me. I’m sure you find my body compelling, my eyes so enchanting, and that’s without even considering my words. My all-important words. My words that slip right past the conscious mind and speak directly to your subconscious. As you focus now on my body, my hips, my legs, my chest, my lips, you find that focus is overwhelming, and you can’t focus on anything but how sexy I am. You think I’m sexy, don’t you?

“Yes,” Marc whispered.

I know, I know you do. Now, you’re going to enjoy yourself with me ok? You’re going to reach down and touch yourself for me. Slowly, gently now. Above your pants. You can do that for me, can’t you?

“Yes,” Marc said as his hand did what Calia told him. He began to slowly rub his erection through his trousers. His mouth hung slack and his eyes were transfixed on the woman on screen, looping forever in front of a swirling spiral. Nothing could have torn him away at that moment.

And as you feel that pleasure grow, as you feel your throbbing, twitching cock desperate for more of me, more of my words and my image, you can let it out. Let it stand to attention for me, good boy.

Marc did as commanded. His cock twitched in the chill air of Ben’s apartment. He gripped it gently and stroked up and down.

Very good, you’re finding it so easy to obey me. So easy to follow my commands. To follow my orders. Letting my words fill your mind. Letting my image fill your vision. Letting pleasure cloud your judgment. All it takes is a slow, rhythmic motion. Up and down. Pump your cock up and down for me, my good boy. Pump it slowly, but grip it tight. Grip it tight and pump it for your Mistress. For me. You love to obey me because it feels so good. You can feel the pleasure you get listening only to me.

Marc’s body bucked as he touched himself. A sliver of drool fell from the side of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over. All he could think about was listening to Calia and stroking himself at her command. It came upon him so quickly, as if it had happened before. Had it happened before? He couldn’t remember, couldn’t think. All he could do was listen.

All you can do is listen. Listen to me and let my words infect your mind. Infect it like a virus. Like my program is running in your mind, replacing those files, those thoughts, those memories with my words, my commands, my power. I’m the virus in your mind, spreading everywhere, into everything, and you can’t do anything to stop it, because it feels so good to let it spread. Each memory, each thought it overwrites makes you feel even better. Makes that stroking so much more pleasurable. Good boy, pump it faster now. Faster for your Mistress. And say ‘Yes Mistress’ for me now, won’t you?

“Yes Mistress,” Marc droned, his hand moving up and down furiously.

You can only cum with my permission my lovely listener, so you’ll wait for that patiently while I infect your mind completely. While I fill that brain with only my words, only what I want, what I need, what matters to me. You don’t need thoughts. You don’t want them. You don’t deserve them. You’re just a mindless worshiper, staring at my perfect body and letting your lust guide you into my service. Guide you to me. Infected with my power, deep in the back of your mind it will always be there, always has been there, and it will inevitably guide you into my service. Won’t it, slave?

“Yes, Mistress,” Marc groaned, the pleasure becoming intense.

His grip tightened. He felt pre-cum ooze from the tip of his cock down between hand and shaft, making his movement slightly faster. His eyes were locked on Calia’s eyes. Her deep blue eyes. Her irresistible eyes. Her enslaving eyes.

My eyes make you so weak, so weak and desperate for me. So desperate to cum for me but only when you have permission and you can’t have permission until you’re completely mine, completely in my power. My slave. My toy. My possession. And that’s what you want isn’t it? That’s what you want more than anything. To be mine. To belong to me. To be in my service, in my employ.

“Yes Mistress,” Marc grunted.

He needed to cum. Badly.

So, keep stroking my good boy, and let me explain what happens next. You’re going to let my words overtake your mind, and when they do, you’ll feel that pleasure increase to heights you never knew possible. My words will drive you wild with desire, and that desire will make you agreeable. Make you docile and compliant, and you’ll agree to anything I ask. You will agree to anything, won’t you? Speak, slave.

“Fuck, yes Mistress!” Marc blurted.

He became lost in pleasure, writhing in his seat, desperate to orgasm, feeling like inside him held a dam ready to burst, a volcano ready to explode. He needed it so badly. How long had he been watching for? He had lost all sense of time.

Anything at all, anything I want. It makes so much sense. So much sense to agree with me as your thoughts and memories become overwritten by my needs, my desires, my beliefs. You don’t matter. Only Calia matters. Isn’t that right? Say it.

“Only… only Calia matters.”

Marc’s mind reeled. Something, somewhere, a voice of reason, told him to turn off the video. Instead, he looked at Calia’s chest and felt as if his thoughts were being sucked into her cleavage. Everything she said made sense, didn’t it? It felt so good. Everything she said made him feel so good.

You feel amazing when you obey me. You can let the idea of you go, and embrace being part of me. Part of my world, wouldn’t that be perfect? To be part of my world? My blissful world of pleasure and joy. Of change and progress. Wouldn’t you like to be part of a better world with me? What does your cock tell you to say?

Marc didn’t need to think about it. His cock knew exactly what to say.

“Yes, yes, yes Mistress!” he shouted.

Marc was lost in a haze of pleasure and lust. The spiral seemed to swirl faster and more voices joined Calia’s. More of her voice. Whispering to him of submission and obedience and a collective mind that felt only pleasure in service. What a wonderful idea. To give up thought and identity. Was that his own thought, or what he was being told.

And does it matter, slave? Does it matter whether you thought it, or I planted that seed and you’re now watching it blossom into a revelation, an epiphany of who and what you should be. You should be mine. In my service. Working every day for me and enjoying the pleasure of that, enjoying the fruits of that labour. Making the world better one orgasm at a time. Wouldn’t it be perfect?

“P-perfect,” Marc agreed.

So keep pumping that needy cock for me, keep stroking at my command and feel your pleasure overtake any sense of reason. I am your reason. I am your everything. My words replace your thoughts and fill you with joy and happiness in service to me. You’ll be my wonderfully happy slave, so delighted to fulfill your purpose. And you’ll be rewarded. You’ll be cradled in the bosom of my love as everyone who works for me is. You’ll be given so much and all I ask in return is your work, your labour, and your loyalty. Don’t you want to give all of that to me? Doesn’t that sound like the perfect way to live? A life in blissfully obedient service to your Mistress. Your Goddess. Your Ruler. Your CEO.

He blinked. Something felt wrong. Pain rose in the back of Marc’s skull. Resisting hurt, but something seemed very, very wrong. He couldn’t just watch the video and accept all of that. But was it just a fantasy? A fantasy of being cared for by someone. Looked after. It sounded so nice. Life was hard. Maybe it would be easier to give in. Maybe the video was just a video.

You feel so close, so close. On the edge. The edge of giving up for me, giving up control of your mind and body, giving them to me for that wonderfully pleasurable reward. And all it takes is becoming mine. My employee. Accepting that you want to work for me, to be part of my world, that’s what will earn you permission to cum. And then once you do, you’ll apply to work for me. You’ll cum and send your application, and you’ll join me, forever. You’ll be part of a better, brighter, sexier world. And doesn’t that sound like everything you want? To be happy, safe, and loved?

“Y-yes Mistress,” Marc said.

He spoke gently. As if unsure, even though the idea made the pleasure centres of his mind light up and his cock pump out another dollop of pre-cum that lubricated his shaft and further increased his pleasure.

That’s right my new slave, my new job applicant. Just agree to come work for me, and that delicious release is yours. Agree to join me, to be part of the CaliaCorp family, and you can let that pleasure bubble over and send you over the edge into a state of mindless, obedient bliss. And then you can send that application, and you’ll start the path to a better life. A better world. A better you. Won’t you do that? Won’t you agree to give in to my control and become my employee? To come to serve CaliaCorp? You will, won’t you? For your Mistress? Say yes, now.

Marc hesitated. His hand slowed. He wanted it so badly. To cum and give in and be safe and warm and-

“No!” he cried, “no I don’t want to.”

Ripping at the cord, he pulled the headphones he didn’t even remember putting on off his head. He panted, chest heaving. His cock throbbed but he let it go. The video came to an end and Marc exhaled, then closed it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated. “Fuck, that bitch. She almost had me. But… was it even real? Is that just some fantasy for her workers?”

He leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling. Had Ben watched this? It was on his computer. He must have. Did that mean? What had Ben done? What had Marc almost done? The pleasure felt so intense. He’d watched CaliaCorp porn before, but nothing was that good, that utterly enrapturing. The power of it, the voice, the video. Something else was going on. That face was everywhere but it never felt like that to see it. The voice. The voice did it. Something about that voice.

Marc looked back at the computer and felt compelled to watch the video again, but he willed himself to close the video folder. Instead, he opened CaliaExplorer and checked Ben’s C-Mail account. It was signed out. Looked like he’d have to hack into it, but he needed some air. He could hack Ben’s account at home, with his own machine. After he told everyone else what he’d seen. Right now, Marc needed to not be near Ben’s computer, and that video.