"Jill, cancel my last patient."
"Unfortunately he arrived early and is already here. He is rather insistent that you see him".
Dr. Lisa Sorenson had an upscale psychiatric practice and plenty of insistent patients.
"Is he bleeding, seizing or otherwise appear to be dying?"
"No, just sitting there staring at me. He's kind of creepy."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Mohammed Attwa. You saw him a year ago. Your DSM III axis I diagnosis was acute delusional disorder 297.1 with hyper sexuality 302.9 "
"Hypersexual?.... is he good looking?", I enquired.
Before she could answer, I laughed... "I'm joking!.... I don't engage patients socially, especially delusional ones. What's the delusion?"
Jill looked out into the waiting room. She thought to herself , he is kinda sexy, in a mysterious, scary way. "You only saw him once. You wrote in his chart that he believes he has the power to control people and that he thinks all women are simpletons.
What an asshole, Jill thought to herself. "Nothing much else here. You recommended some Anafranil and a followup visit which he failed to keep. "What do you want me to tell him?"
"Funny, I would think I could remember a character with that story. Reschedule him for tomorrow. Tell him I have an emergency at the hospital." With that, Dr. Sorenson slipped out the back door and headed down to her car.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but the doctor had an emergency at the hospital and will have to reschedule you for tomorrow."
Mr. Attwa didn't like to be put off and he disliked even more, being lied to. "If only these infidels realized the power I wielded.... I must try not to use my special skills for personal pleasure" he thought... but the temptation was great. He would indulge himself this time, as he had every time before.
He stood up, walked to the receptionist window and stared down at Jill, noting her name badge. His eyes were dark and compelling.
"That is fine. I will see her tomorrow, Jill", he said with a foreign, perhaps Middle Eastern accent. He continued to stand there, holding Jill's eyes with his own. "You are a very attractive woman."
Jill could feel herself blush, "uh... thank you, and you are an attractive man."
Why did I say that?... shit, she thought to herself. Suddenly she became acutely aware that she was alone with this man in the office.
His eyes were unyielding. She felt herself being drawn into them. Momentarily she regained her composure. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes, of course. I feel as if I have something in my eye. Could you please look closely into my eyes" his voice intoned as he leaned over.
His eyes were dark and mysterious. Jill realized that she could not look away.
"I can sense you are a very sensual woman with deep, yet unfulfilled sexual needs."
He got that right, she thought. Since her boyfriend had dumped her several months ago, she had not had any luck in the dating scene. Most of the men she had gone out on dates with were either wimps or losers. She ached to be touched and caressed by the right man, but who was this man to be suggesting such things?
He persisted. "Your eyes betray a deep loneliness. Such a beautiful woman should not be alone."
Jill felt her heart begin to race and a wave of fear wash over her body. "I...I...you...... thank you.", flustered, she didn't know what else to say.
"You are very tense. You must breathe", the dark man insisted. He noted Jill's pupils dilate.
She had been so taken aback that she was sitting there, holding her breath, with her eyes wide and her mouth open.
"Take a deep, slow breath".
Jill complied without conscious effort.
"Now listen carefully to my voice. You must try to relax. Take another deep, slow breath, then release it slowly. As you breathe out concentrate on relaxing your entire body." Again Jill responded as he had instructed. Suddenly, she no longer felt so anxious, as a sense of peace and comfort began to replace the fear.
"It feels good to allow your body to relax. It gives you a deep feeling of warmth."
Jill felt toasty warm and relaxed.
"You feel so relaxed that your eyelids feel as though lead weights are pulling them down."
Indeed, her eyes did feel heavy.
"It would feel wonderful to rest your eyes. Your eyes just want to close. You feel so relaxed now, and your eyes are so very heavy.... close your eyes, now."
Jill's eyes were heavy, now her eyelids began to flutter and then closed of their own accord.
Mr. Attwa felt guilty that he was exercising his gift on this young girl, but her youthful sexuality was too strong to ignore. He hoped Allah would understand. "Jill, you are asleep now. You hear only my voice. With each beat of your heart, you slip deeper into sleep, deeper into my control. Your entire body is limp and relaxed. Obeying me makes you feel wonderful.
Mr. Attwa was an expert in hypnosis and mind control. He commanded an array of weapons to capture control of his target's thought and actions. Drugs, sleep deprivation, even slow torture to wear down the will of a resistant subject... but Jill required none of these. She was an excellent subject who had effectively been seduced into sleep.
The reason you feel warm inside, is that the blood has rushed to your vagina. You can feel the wetness, even though you didn't yet realize you were becoming aroused. In fact you are very wet young lady. Reach down and touch yourself", he commanded.
Jill wore pink surgical scrubs typical of many medical office staff. She undid the sachet and slowly reached down between her legs. She parted her thighs and reached in under her panties. She was soaking wet.
Attwa smiled to himself as he observed her. I shall awaken her and watch her embarrassment at masturbating in front of a stranger, he decided.
Several more commands were issued including the command for rapid induction of sleep in future encounters and Jill was told to awaken.
Reality slowly reasserted itself as her vision returned. Jill suddenly realized her hand was in her crotch... yet she was powerless to remove it. Her labia felt hot and swollen. Her fingers were slippery with her wetness.
"Rub your fingers over your clitoris".
Jill obeyed and was rewarded for her obedience. The nerve fibers carried the pleasure impulses from her clitoris up her spinal column to her primitive brain. The neurons in her hindbrain and thalamus began to override her conscious thought and with it, the last vestiges of reason and judgment she might have turned to for help. She let out her breath with a gasp.
Attwa noted her eyes roll back in her head, then re-emerge to look at him questioningly.
"Now begin moving your fingers in a circular motion around your clitoris." Her fingers responded as ordered.
Jill was mortified. Consciously, she knew that she was sitting in front of a stranger groping herself... but somehow, she couldn't stop herself and as each wave of pleasure passed thru her, she started not to care.
As she continued to frig herself, small cries of pleasure began to escape her lips. She began to moan.... "oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh". She had raised her free hand to her mouth and was biting her closed fingers as if to help diminish the intense stimulation the other hand was creating.
Attwa spoke, "your desire to climax is becoming too strong to resist. However, you will only achieve climax when I command it. Is it your wish to climax?", he asked cruelly.
"Oh, yes, please, oh, please, godddd... pleaseeee." As her fingers stroked her clitoris, her pelvis tilted up and down in a rocking motion.
"You must tell me first. What is the address of Dr. Lisa Sorenson?"
"Her address... her address", she gasped, "is in the rolo...dex."
"Very good. It is very painful now, yes?"
"Yes... I have to cum, god please...."
"SLEEP" he commanded.
She briefly continued to rock her pelvis, then the hand she had been biting slipped from her mouth and fell limply to her side, her head fell forward onto her chest and she became still. Her legs parted with her hand still resting against her mons pubis. A wet spot could be seen in the crease of the scrubs.
"You will remember nothing of this when I awaken you. You will discover your hand in your crotch and hope I have not noticed. You will continue to feel very stimulated and have an intense need to masturbate when you get home, but despite your most earnest efforts, you will be unable to reach orgasm."
One of Attwa's favorite ploys was to induce near climax in his subject, then withhold the finale. He issued more instructions and then she was told to awaken.
Jill slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the patient standing before her. "Mr. Attwa, you're still here?"
Then it struck her. Her hand was in her pants. "Oh my god!" she blurted out before she could stop herself. She jerked her hand free, then looked up with wide eyes.
"What is the matter young lady?"
"Nothing, nothing... really, nothing" she said hurriedly. She could feel the heat in her face and the ache in her groin.
"So, am I scheduled to see Dr. Sorenson tomorrow?"
"Yes, yes... I'm writing it down right here" she said as she squirmed in her seat.
"Good day then", as he turned his back and departed.
Jill was confused. What in the fuck just happened?, she wondered silently. The ache in her loins was growing more impatient. She gathered up her things and hurried home. As she made her way to the bedroom, she dropped articles of clothing, eager to satisfy the growing desire between her legs. Hours later she lay in a pool of sweat, sobbing, still rubbing her now raw clitoris, as over and over again she would reach the verge of climax, only to fail.
The shower could be heard as Mr. Attwa slipped into the master bedroom and peaked thru the bathroom door. The glass shower door was partially obscured by steam. Dr. Sorenson's very feminine outline could be seen washing her breasts. Mr. Attwa smiled and looked down at the bulge in his pants. No, it wasn't his gun. As the shower turned off, he slipped back out and took a position in the closet where he could fully observe his prey.
Lisa Sorenson sauntered into the bedroom. A towel covered her hair and body. She walked over to the drawer where she retrieved a cylindrical device. Mr. Attwa surmised it was a vibrator. "Excellent", he thought to himself.
Lisa turned off the overhead light and moved to the bed where she turned on the bedside light. She leaned over and closed the blinds. No need for nosy neighbors to get a free show, she decided. She unwrapped the towel from her head and let her wet hair fall against her back. It was golden brown and almost reached the small of her back. Next she dropped the towel from around her body. Just then a nearby lightening strike startled her and she let out a yelp. Fortunately for Mr. Attwa, this had coincided with his audible gasp when his eyes beheld her incredible beauty. Her breasts were, perhaps a C cup, perfectly formed with cute, perky nipples. She stood 5'9" with a slender, muscular build.
Lisa lay down on the bed and spread her legs. She reached for the vibrator and began to gently rub it against her clitoris. Within several minutes, her pussy was ready to receive the male substitute. She tilted it into her pussy and slowly slid it inside... a little at first, then the entire length. She switched it on and a low hum replaced the background quiet. The light glistened off her pussy, betraying her wetness. Soon Lisa was moaning and beginning to move her hips from side to side in synchronization with the thrusts from the vibrator. She opened her eyes staring into the blackness, when a flash of lightening interrupted her ecstasy. Cleary outlined in the flash was a man standing in her closet.
She screamed. Mr. Attwa moved swiftly across the room and grabbed her, tossing her onto her stomach like a plaything. He placed his knee against her upper back and very clearly and deliberately stated, "do you wish to live?" She was paralyzed in fear and remained motionless. Mohammed pushed his knee painfully into her upper back and repeated the question deliberately.
"yes", she said meekly.
"Then you will do exactly as I say. Cooperate you live, resist you die, understood?"
"yes", she resigned.
Mr. Attwa unbuckled his pants and let them fall around his ankles. Next came off his briefs, then shirt, shoes and socks. Lisa lay on her stomach, barely breathing as if being extremely quiet would somehow cause the stranger to go away.
"Lift you ass into the air", he commanded.
"No, please don't" she pleaded.
"Silence!", the back of his hand struck her savagely on the face. Stars replaced her vision and ringing filled her ears. Her face burned where she had been struck. She began to sob, not because she wanted to, but because the terror of the situation demanded it.
"You Americans are weak. Allah is great. The great Satan that is America will topple in flames," he boasted.
Mr Attwa's placed his rigid penis against Lisa's anus. She could feel the head searching for the center of the opening. Without warning he thrust forcefully. Her virgin anus attempted to resist the intrusion, but the tissues were simply to delicate to stop the onslaught. Her sphincters yielded to the force and his penis plunged into the depths of her bowel until she was firmly impaled on his rod. The pain was searing and brutal. She screamed out and was rewarded by having her hair grabbed and her head slammed into the bed sheets.
"I will not tolerate another sound from you. I can snap your neck or suffocate you. Your life is as meaningless to me as that of a gnat or fly. Do not test my patience again."
Lisa could not breathe. She flailed her arms, trying to signal him that she understood, but could not seem to make him understand. Finally, with all her might she managed to nod her head up and down signaling she would obey. He loosened his grip and she gasped, taking a deep breath.
Mr. Attwa was reasonably sure she would offer no further resistance. He withdrew his penis, enjoying the friction that her unlubricated bowel provided. He thrust again deeply, certain that he had torn her.
The pain was beyond description. Her bowels felt like they were being impaled by a hot poker. In short order, this pain was replaced with a sensation of a jackhammer pummeling her raw rectum. This continued for several minutes until she noticed a change in the tempo. He suddenly quivered and she detected that he was discharging his load into her rectum.
"Turn over bitch."
Lisa complied without hesitation. Everything she had learned about rape prevention had gone out the door. Her will was broken and she was a rag doll in his hands.
"My penis is soiled by your uncleanliness. Clean it carefully in your mouth. If you bite, it will be the last thing you do. I will not stop there. I will seek out and systematically eliminate your family members. Lest you forget and try something, I will not stop just with you. While you clean my penis, do it with enthusiasm. It would be in your best interest to be convincing... try to win an academy award," he laughed.
She obediently placed her lips around the uncircumcised penis and began to suck. The taste was bitter and the odor was unpleasant. She was unsure if it was her own rectal juices or the smegma of a dirty Arab. Lisa pondered her options. He was much stronger than her and her training and intuition clearly indicated that he had the will and capability to do exactly what he said. My best chance for survival is too cooperate completely. I must also reach down into my essence and plausibly convince him that I am enjoying this and desire him. My survival requires that I give a performance worthy of an academy award. With this realization, Lisa became determined to do just that, with the same intensity that she had applied to become a doctor and build a successful practice. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was with an imaginary lover, an Adonis that had swept her off her feet. She would demonstrate just how adroit she was with her tongue.
She began to seductively lick the underside of his penis, tickling the head with her tongue. She pulled back the foreskin and cleaned the smegma from underneath, then made her way to the base of his penis. Cupping his testicles in her hands, she squeezed them playfully, eliciting a groin. Then she took the left testicle in her mouth and began to roll it around with her tongue, gently sucking it. She repeated this on the right. Finally, she eased herself under him and began to tease his anus with her tongue. Soon she was circling the rim with her tongue and darting her tongue into his hole. Slowly, unconsciously, her subconscious mind began to override her logical thought processes with a more primal, animal, sexual need for gratification.
Mr. Attwa looked down at his penis, which had resumed it's prior stature. He guided her back to the head of the bed and spread her pussy lips. She was dripping wet and parted her legs, eager to receive him.
"Most excellent", he thought to himself. She is responding to the conditioning better than I could have hoped for.
He positioned his penis at her entrance, then slowly began to enter her. Her labia yielded to his enormous girth and she let out a muffled cry without conscious thought.
His penis felt enormous and the power of his manhood made her giddy. He filled her completely and she actually clamped her pussy around his engorged member as if pleading for him to remain buried deep inside. Her vagina dilated to accept his full ten inches. Somewhere in the depth of her subconscious, she knew this to be a medical term known as 'tenting' which indicated that she was extremely aroused. He slowly withdrew the head to the entrance of her vagina. She suddenly felt empty and she opened up her eyes and looked up pleading, grasping his buttocks in each hand... attempting to pull him back into her.
"Please, don't pull out... please stay inside me."
Attwa teased her by holding his pulsing head just barely touching her clitoris. When he was sure she could stand it no longer, he plunged his shaft into her pussy, up to his nuts. She responded in kind, "oh god yes, fuck me..."
He began to grind his pelvis against her clit, which in turn sent a steady cascade of impulses to her brain. The pleasure was overwhelming and she soon lost herself in the sensations.
"oh, yes... yes... fuck me harder"
The intensity of his pounding increased and he was duly rewarded with her cries of abandon, "ohhhhhhhh, deeper, god I'm cumming....oh my goddddddddd".
An orgasmic shock wave shook her to the foundation of her being and made everything else seem insignificant. Simultaneously she could feel the stranger's penis expel it's seed against her cervix in several powerful surges. When it finally subsided, she was left panting, gasping for air, weak and trembling....too tired to move, too tired to care.
His words shook her back to reality. "You have pleased me. I will reward you now for your obedience."
"Listen carefully to my voice. You have come too far to rebel against my commands."
Lisa was in shock. Physically exhausted from the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, she was also conflicted by the fact that she had cooperated with a rape, in fact thoroughly enjoyed it. She was too ashamed to think clearly. Everything that was right and decent had been turned upside down. This man's commanding presence held her spellbound. She would obey.
Mr. Attwa withdrew from her vagina. "Look into my eyes Lisa."
Her gaze drifted up to his. His eyes were dark and foreboding.
"Look deep into my eyes. Concentrate on my eyes."
She was locked onto his stare, unable to blink or turn away.
"Take a deep breath and expel it slowly."
Staring intensely at her, without breaking the link, he observed her breasts rise and fall with the breath as he had instructed.
"You cannot look away. I am looking deep into your soul, into your mind and you find yourself powerless to resist me."
Lisa was absolutely focused on his voice and stare, unaware of anything else in the world.
"Take another deep breath and as you do so, you will find yourself becoming drowsy."
Her breasts rose and fell as expected. He observed the slightest declination of her eyelids.
"You are finding it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open. As they become heavier and heavier, you find yourself becoming more and more relaxed."
Lisa's eyes were glazed and her eyelids were now barely half open.
"It is almost impossible to keep your eyes open. Soon they will close and you will find yourself in a deep sleep. You so desperately want to close your eyes."
Lisa could feel her vision collapsing in as her eyes closed of their on accord. It was intensely comforting and welcome. In the darkness, the stranger's voice became distant and obscure.
"You are completely asleep now, deeply asleep. You feel warm and secure and desire to obey me completely."
He deepened the trance and implanted several instructions into her subconscious.
This was not the first time Dr. Sorenson had been controlled by this man. On a previous encounter the prior year he had subjugated her to his will. He was simply back now, re-conditioning all of his sleeper agents in preparation for the coming fatwa, holy war. He now commanded an army of willing martyrs, but these people were every day Americans with no ties to the Islamic faith. What a shame, he thought to himself. I would like to visit this one again in the future, but there will be plenty of virgins in heaven as promised by Allah. He opened her mouth and inserted a small penlight to examine the false tooth which had been implanted the previous year. The tooth was unchanged, plans would go forward.
Attwa got dressed and looked down at Lisa. She was blissfully asleep, laying naked with her legs parted. A twinge of desire returned to his penis, but he hadn't time for any further pleasure. "You will awaken tomorrow morning and believe all of this to be a dream. You will remember in your dream that a stranger entered your bedroom and raped you and that you enjoyed it, but you will know for certain that it was only a dream."
With that, he departed the same way he had come in.
Lisa awoke to her alarm clock. Her mouth was like cotton and she had a terrific migraine. She remembered her dream and shuttered in horror. She decided she must speak to a colleague about it. Such a dream was most unsettling and probably indicated some unconscious conflicts that needed to be resolved. She sat up on the edge of the bed and then she noticed that her ass was quite sore and her vagina was throbbing.
Some dream she thought too herself, confused as to why her body was
sending these signals. She showered and dressed and headed to work. "I
wonder what interesting patients are in store for me today", she thought
aloud.
"Fine Jill, send him in." Lisa adjusted the pillow she had placed on her chair. What is wrong with me, am I getting hemorrhoids?
A dark, middle aged man opened the door and stepped inside. He removed his sunglasses, although his eyes remained dark and hidden.
"Mr. Attwa I presume. Hello, I'm Dr. Sorenson, please have a seat and make yourself comfortable."
Mr. Attwa took the offered seat and looked up at the good doctor. She was oblivious and this fact brought a smile to his face.
Dr. Sorenson sensed something amiss. Why is this patient staring at me with a smirk on his face? "Sir, are you alright?"
"I am most excellent, thank you. I decided to keep today's appointment in order to see you one last time, before your mission."
An alarm went off in Dr. Sorenson's head. Her instincts told her this was a potentially dangerous situation. She slipped her hand under her desk where a panic button resided. If necessary she could press it and call orderlies to suppress a dangerous patient.
Mr. Attwa continued. "You have no idea of who I am... as it should be. I think I will have some fun with you before I go."
Definitely a situation here, she thought. Her fingers rested lightly against the button, ready to press it in a heartbeat if needed.
Suddenly Lisa felt her body go limp and darkness begin to close in around her. The last thing she remembered was a single word uttered by the mysterious Mr. Attwa, what was it... "SLEEP?"
"....4, 5, fully awake now".
Vision and hearing slowly returned. Dr. Sorenson's chair was now facing to the side and her hair was slightly mussed. A strange taste was in her mouth and she noted that her squirt was hiked up her legs and her panties were soiled with something sticky. Was she getting a vaginal discharge now on top of everything else? She sat upright abruptly and pulled down her squirt, adjusting her clothes. Her attention shifted to Mr. Attwa who seemed to be fumbling with his zipper as he returned to his seat.
"What in the hell is going on here!", she demanded.
Mr. Attwa hesitated as he contemplated her question. He decided he would tell her. The horror would be brief, as he would simply re-induce a trance and wipe her memory.
"Dr. Sorenson, you along with hundreds of others, have been selected to be a warrior army for Allah. I have been re-visiting my subjects, reinforcing their conditioning to make certain they are ready for the coming Jihad."
He paused, observing her smile as if she did not believe him. "Does this sound like a delusion to you doctor?.... after all, isn't that what you have written in my chart?"
Dr. Sorenson had seen many patients before like Mr. Attwa. Their delusions were deeply engrained and extraordinarily difficult to dislodge, but modern pharmacotherapy was making the task easier. His story bordered more on psychotic delusion. Perhaps she needed to revisit the diagnosis. She might be dealing with paranoid schizophrenia.
"Mr. Attwa, I know you believe this..., what is it, 'army?' to be real... but I would like you to keep your mind open to other possibilities. Sometimes we feel so strongly about something that the fantasy begins to supplant and even replace reality."
"Maybe you should open your mind to other possibilities. You really think I am delusional?" he enquired incredulously.
She looked him directly in the eyes and using her most authoritative and convincing persona, slowly nodded, "yes sir, I do."
How do you explain your dress up about your waist?, he mused.
Lisa blushed red. Had she had a brief black-out... what else would explain her clothing and the lapse in her memory.
"I control you. You are a puppet in my hands." With that he demonstrated.
"Observe my hands squeezing something. Imagine this is your throat. You now feel my hands squeezing your throat and cutting off your oxygen. You feel my hands squeezing tighter and tighter now."
Lisa felt a slight tightness in her throat, but instead of passing, it began to grow in intensity. Soon she was compelled to put her hands to her neck and try and pull away the imaginary stranglehold.
"Please, I... can't.... breathe."
Mr. Attwa opened his hands in release and dropped them to his sides. Simultaneously, Lisa's airway opened up and she gasped as she drew in a deep breath.
"What do you think about the dream you had last night" he asked, an evil smile settling across his lips.
Lisa realized that her eyes were wide open in abject terror. How could he possibly know about her dream?
"I suppose the pillow is to help your sore ass", he chuckled.
Lisa thought quickly. I must have been hypnotized. What else could explain this.... I have to act quickly before he takes control of me again. She pushed the red panic button and slowly and deliberately spoke, "protocol 12 100mg stat."
"What is that, why did you say that?", Attwa enquired.
"Mr. Attwa, whatever powers you believe you possess, there are medications which can help suppress the delusion. I have simply ordered a prescription for you at the pharmacy. In the meantime, tell me more about this Jihad."
Unknown to Mr. Attwa, protocol 12 was the code name for a potentially dangerous, psychotic patient. At this moment, a triage nurse in the hospital locked unit was filling an air injector syringe with a mixture of Ketamine and thorazine. This would be injected into the subjects neck rendering them unconscious in seconds. It would take 10 minutes to organize the orderlies and proceed to the doctor's office where the patient would be subdued. Unless the panic button was depressed again, police or security were not called as they were considered unnecessary by the doctor.
Attwa felt totally in charge and no need to rush. He knew that regardless of what he told the doctor, he would subsequently erase her memory and return her to her mundane life until the time she and the others would be activated. He spoke of the coming holy war. Sleeper agent Americans, from lawyers to teachers to doctors had been subjugated in a methodical, systematic manner. The drug Ketamine had been used to rapidly gain induction, and then the subjects had been programmed. When the command came from Iraq, the subjects would be activated where they would each carry out their assignments, sacrificing their lives in the process to thwart the massive investigation that was sure to follow. The damage would be incalculable. Trillions of dollars in property damage, cities so contaminated that they would have to be abandoned for centuries and fatalities in the tens of millions.
Dr. Sorenson listened carefully. She realized this was no delusion. Her heart was racing. Each second that passed seemed an eternity. Where were the orderlies?
And as if commanded by her will, the door swung open and two powerful orderlies crossed the room in an instant. Mr. Attwa started to turn only to feel steely arms press him down into the chair. He could feel a cold metal object press against his neck, then a sharp sting and the sound of air escaping...gushhh. As his consciousness began to fade, he realized he had been duped. "You cunt, I will kill....youuuuuu". His head slumped against his chest.
Dr. Sorenson looked up at the orderlies. "Thanks Pete... Bill". He had me a bit scared, but I can handle it now.
"Are you sure?", the nurse asked.
"Oh yes, the Ketamine and thorazine will make him putty in my hands to mold as I wish. Really, no need for concern... I will hit the button again if I need you... promise."
"Ok Dr. Sorenson. Have a good day." They closed the door behind them as they departed.
Dr. Sorenson looked across her desk at her quarry. He certainly wasn't very formidable now.
"Mr. Attwa.", no response... louder... "Mr. Attwa!"
"Yes" he responded weakly.
"Open your eyes, but remain asleep. You can only hear my voice. My voice is coming from inside your head. Nod if you understand." He nodded.
"I am Allah.... you are hearing the voice of Allah." Mohammed Attwa was visibly shaken.
Lisa got up and strolled over to him. "Why have you not bowed before me and kissed my feet?"
Mohammed let out a cry. "I am sorry Allah, I beg your forgiveness", as he leaped from his chair falling at her feet. He gingerly kissed each foot.
"Do you have the names of all the people in America that are to carry out the attacks?"
"Yes. Their names are in a notebook in my jacket."
Lisa retrieved the notebook. The names with addresses, occupations, phone numbers and 'trigger words" were scrolled next to each. Lisa decided not to read her name, lest she accidentally trigger herself. She would turn this over to the FBI.
Lisa contemplated how this man had violated her and others like her. Death was simply too good for him. She pondered her options and then began the process of programming her willing subject.
"Mohammed, I have a great mission for you." Mr. Attwa heard the voice of Allah commanding him. "I want you to return to Iraq and gather together all the leaders of Al-Queda and Hezbollah and all other important leaders. I want to gather everyone in my presence in heaven to discuss my plans for a final, glorious mission. Before we return from heaven to earth, you and my other loyal followers will eat your fill of the finest foods and sleep with beautiful virgins."
Lisa knew enough about Islam that she was speaking to his fundamental beliefs and the promised rewards that would follow martyrdom.
"I know this is a lot to ask of you, but the only way to gather everyone at once in my presence is to detonate a powerful explosion in the meeting. Only then can they ascend to heaven to sit by my throne. Do you have access to sufficient C4 or other explosives to carry out my commands."
"Yes, Allah."
"You must not confide in anyone, not even Osama, for they may not understand and be willing to come before me. It is very important that everyone come before me at the same time to insure that Islam will rule the world."
Several minutes and instructions later, Lisa was convinced that the instructions were firmly implanted in his mind. She erased his memory of the induction she had performed, awoke him and bid him on his way.
"Goodbye Mr. Attwa. I'm glad we had a chance to meet and discuss your problems."
"Goodbye Dr. Sorenson. You will be receiving a call in the next few
weeks. I have enjoyed our.....", he thought of the most appropriate word...
"sessions." He almost laughed out loud. Sex with her had been good, he
would miss it. Mr. Attwa exited, closing the door behind him. She was well
programmed and would complete her assignment when the time came. He had
enjoyed having her, as he imagined the previous evening. It still amazed
him that he could so completely control his victim's minds. She had absolutely
no idea of the ravages he had bestowed upon her. He looked at his watch.
He needed to call the airline to book a flight back to Iraq. Allah would
be most pleased with him.
She smiled to herself as she walked to the bathroom. The smile soon faded when she checked the urine dipstick and it revealed a small pink plus sign. She was pregnant. She began to cry. That bastard had had the last laugh after all.
She eventually regained her composure and started the shower. She let the soothing warm water cascade over her face and body for several minutes before lathering up and washing her hair. Everyone needs a good cry now and then she thought to herself. She stepped out, wrapped a towel around her hair and put on a heavy terry cloth bathrobe. She headed to the kitchen to grab a bite, when the doorbell rang.
"Dr. Sorenson?" Two men in suits and sunglasses stood at her door, blocking the morning sun. They were large and menacing.
"FBI! Please do not resist." One of the men moved to her side to try and get behind her while the other reached out and grabbed her arms.
"What are you doing, help!, help!", she screamed.
Then Lisa began to feel her jaw tighten, as if of it's own volition. She started to bite down, clenching her teeth when she felt a sudden sharp sting over her carotid artery. A goosh sound was released, followed by the sudden inability to move or respond. She felt her eyes dilate, then contract and then the gradual, complete loss of awareness as a curtain descended over her eyes.
She awoke in a stupor, sitting in her living room with the two FBI agents, a doctor and a nurse. Her jaw ached and she tasted blood in her mouth. She reached up with her tongue and discovered an empty socket where a tooth had once been.
"Wha... what happened?"
"Sorry we had to introduce ourselves this way", one of the agents extended his hand to shake hers.
"You uncovered a massive conspiracy. The president wants you to know that we are very grateful. Unfortunately, your name was in the book you gave us and we realized that you had been compromised. When we contacted the first several people in the book, they clenched their jaws and then began to have seizures before dying where they fell. It seems that Mr. Attwa, with the help of one of his dentist subjects, had implanted in each victim a tooth filled with ricin. Ricin is highly lethal. A few grains the size of a grain of salt, would be enough to kill everyone in this room. In the event that a sleeper agent was exposed, prior programming would cause the person to activate a command to bear down with all their strength on this one tooth. Ordinary chewing really had no effect, but given their full strength, the victims were able to fracture the artificial tooth releasing the ricin. We found the only chance to prevent this was to chemically subdue the suspect before they had a chance to activate the programming. Even then, we sometimes were not fast enough and lost a few."
"Can you tell us what happened to Mr. Attwa? We believe he fled the country."
"No, I'm sorry. I'm as much in the dark as you are." Lisa didn't want to take a chance that what she had done was illegal and would result in a federal indictment. U.S. laws were designed to protect everyone, including rapists and murderers. Sometimes the law bordered on ridiculous.
The agents spoke a few more minutes then requested Lisa come to their offices on Monday for a full statement. She thanked them and excused them to the front door.
"Wow", she thought to herself. I had that damn artificial tooth all this time and didn't have a clue...", her thought trailed off as the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Dr. Sorenson?," the voice had a thick accent.
"Yes"
"SLEEP"
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