Chapter 8.
Debbie was watching the video intently. This was one that wasn’t on the flash drive John gave her. She had the tattoo and looked like she was in an alley behind some commercial buildings. She could see a large green dumpster in the background. This video was shot in daylight and like the others she’d watched had her surrounded by a group of men.
“When was this video taken?” she said.
“Two days after the tattoo, five or six days after the one I showed you last week.”
“I like being outdoors.”
“I can see that.”
Someone came into the basement room. She didn’t turn to look or seem to notice them.
“This is the girl, right? Debra?”
“We were just finishing up. Debbie, this is Dr. Roberts, my advisor.”
She gave a nod. “How long did this one last?”
“Hours,” John said. “When the bikers were done with you they dumped you here.”
“I’m not moving much, except for the orgasms of course.”
“You were pretty tired. You hadn’t slept for days.”
“Oh look. Somebody must have made a call. There are more cars. This is pretty amazing, these guys are lasting longer, aren’t they?”
“Snookums, I need you to pay attention.”
“I’m listening. I want to see what they do next.”
John turned off the monitor.
“Oh no,” Debbie said. “It’s broken. Can you fix it?”
Dr. Roberts pulled up a chair. “Fascinating. She doesn’t notice the subliminals—they’re pretty obvious to me.”
“She is conscious only of the video overlay. Debbie, I need you to turn around. We want to talk to you.”
She turned and saw Dr. Roberts. “Oh.” She turned her chair and gave him a big smile. “I didn’t hear you come in. My name is Debbie.”
“Rex, Debbie. I’m glad to finally meet you.”
“Me, too, Rex.” She moved her legs further apart and gave him a smile. She liked it when men saw she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Impressive, Debbie. John tells me you’ve made great progress.”
“All set up and ready to go and it’s Friday. I just love weekends.”
John had his phone out and was sending a text. Debbie wasn’t paying attention to him.
Debbie’s phone gave a ding and she got it out of her purse and checked. She blushed, glanced at John who was smiling at her. She put the phone away. “My weekend is starting early. Rex, is it hot in here or is it just me?”
“It may be a little warm, Debbie.”
“Maybe I’m just hot.” She stood and took off her dress and dropped it over her purse on the floor. She looked around the room, saw a coke bottle on the floor in the corner. She picked it up and returned to her chair, sat back and put her feet upon the seat. She inserted the coke bottle neck and began to masturbate, thrusting the bottle into her while stroking her clit. Smiling at Dr. Roberts she said, “This is much more fun when people watch.” She had an orgasm and stilled for a moment before resuming. “You can fuck me if you want, Rex.”
“I think I’ll just watch as John and I talk.”
“I like it when you watch.” She had another orgasm. “I’ll keep quiet and try not to disturb you.”
“Thank you, Debbie.” To John, “Impressive.”
“I really want to suck your cock, Rex. I want you in my throat fucking my face hard. I’m such a slut. Please, Rex.”
“Dr. Roberts and I are talking, snookums.”
“Sorry.”
“Impressive, John. You’ve attracted interest. The White House has seen your report and documentation and they want to expand the program. NIH still has an interest, but this will be a separate program under the control of the highest levels of the executive branch. A plane will be bringing us twenty of the top echelon of the taken for this year, preprocessed. You’ll be getting clean slates to work with.”
Debbie gave a scream and almost fell off her chair. “Sorry. I was imagining Rex’s big cock in my ass.”
“What phase is she in now?”
“Simple slut phase.”
“And the command is?”
“Slut.”
“Oh God,” Debbie screamed. She fell on the floor and shuddered as the coke bottle rolled to Dr. Robert’s feet.
“So if I say slut she turns on.”
“Each time she hears slut she goes up a notch. It amplifies the other phases, too. So if someone calls her slut in Debbie level three beta, she jumps automatically to level four alpha.”
Debbie had retrieved the bottle, put it in her ass, and tried to shove her hand in her cunt.
“She’s aware while she’s doing this?”
“Totally aware, aren’t you, Debbie?”
“John and Rex, I really need it bad. Can I prowl the halls if you two won’t?”
“No, we want you to stay here.”
“Okay, I guess. God.” She screamed when she got her hand in and started to plunge.
“What’s the command to end this behavior?”
“Over.”
Debbie screamed, pulled her fist out, and fell back on the floor. Slowly she resumed fucking herself with her fingers.
“What if someone says turn over?”
She flopped onto her stomach, still masturbating, with the other hand holding the bottle in her ass.
“Over just drops things down or back a notch.”
She had the bottle in her cunt and was crawling and moaning over to Rex.
“A remarkable level of control. Of course we’ll need to field test the program. Our supervisor will be a Nancy Crenshaw. She’ll be flying in with the twenty. We’ll set aside some rooms at the institute for housing and labs. Full funding. Not a blank check, but nearly. They want to see results and they want to see them immediately. I believe Miss Crenshaw will be enchanted with our little slut here.”
“Rex, fuck me with your shoe. Just shove it in as far as it will go.”
“What’s the command for blowjob?”
“In this phase she’ll do anything you want, she doesn’t need a command for specific acts. She’ll tell you, as you’ve heard, what you can do. However, the word is suck.”
“Simple. So in a social setting if I said you suck, just a moment, Debbie, she’d do it.”
She had his pants unfastened.
“She has a level of control. She can gauge whether or not it would be appropriate or would put her at risk.”
“Unlike before.”
“Unlike before. She’s taking a more active role, but if this were a restaurant, she would probably hold off.”
“Probably?”
“Depends how many times she’s been called a slut.”
“Good girl.” To John, “She appears to be liking this.”
“Your cock is the center of her universe. She’s already had one orgasm, a small one. She’ll have a large one when you ejaculate.”
“I want to take her with me to a program meeting at three.”
“Feel free anytime.” John wrote down her cell number. “You can call or text her whenever you want her. Do you want more commands?”
“I think I have enough to start with. Debbie, a moment please. Stop.”
Debbie looked at him, his cock still in her mouth.
“How do you personally feel about this, Debbie? Your honest feelings.”
Debbie was so happy. She stroked his cock as she said, “I want you to call or text me any time you want me or want me to fuck your friends or students. I love having you do things to me.” She gave a long lick to his cock. “I love it when you call me a slut.”
“Go ahead and finish.” Rex smiled at John. “The twenty are amongst the cream of this year’s crop. Dev, you, and I, and a few others, won’t be having a Christmas break this year.”
A few minutes later Debbie choked and thrashed as Rex held her head down in his lap.
Chapter 9.
Debbie stood with John, Dev, and Rex as the green school bus pulled up to the science building late in the night. A soldier wearing a pistol got out first and stood by the bus’ doors as young women left the bus shepherded by two more soldiers.
They were extraordinarily beautiful, young, and very quiet, most looking a little frightened.
“Your subjects, John,” Rex said. “Don’t have too much fun.”
“It’ll be weeks before they all will be ready.”
“Well, that too. I meant the project.”
“We’re looking at a hell of a lot of work and not much sleep.”
“Ah, this must be Miss Crenshaw.”
A tall, very formal woman stepped out of the bus followed by two male assistants in suits. “I’m looking for a Dr. Roberts.”
Rex approached, holding out his hand. “I’m Dr. Roberts, call me Rex. John Thirkle is the head of the project and Devlin Anderson is head of the medical aspect. And this is Debra our lead subject.”
Debbie couldn’t stop staring. “Nancy?”
“I’ve heard and seen interesting things about Debra.” The woman showed no signs of recognition. “We’re all tired and need to get the girls settled with as little fuss as possible.”
“We have rooms for them, and you and your assistants.”
“They’ll be returning, just me for now.” She turned to one of her assistants. “Get the girls’ papers, have a soldier help you.”
He left, returned with a soldier carrying a banker’s box which looked heavy.
Debbie followed everyone into the building. She hadn’t seen Nancy for more than three years, but was sure this was her. She didn’t have the appearance or dress of one of the taken, so cold and formal with her chest covered.
John was talking to Nancy, “Would you like to see a short demonstration? A bit of relief for your assistants and the soldiers?”
“If it won’t take too long, I’m tired.”
“We’ll have her demonstrate the big O.” He turned to Debbie who was following. “Snookums, take the men with the documents to the lab while we get the girls settled. Then go out and bring the other soldiers to join them. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes.”
Debbie led the men to the lab. She saw the foam pad on the floor and was happy, John was so considerate. She wanted to show the men her videos but since John hadn’t said to, she didn’t. A table and chairs were set up on one side of the room, with coffee urns and other drinks set up along with donuts.
“We’ll start our demonstration in a few minutes. I’m looking forward to it,” she said. “Relax. Oh. The papers can be put over there.”
She left them sure the assistant knew what was going to happen. It was too bad John didn’t have her dress like the other pumpers and takers on campus. It made things kind of boring until she saw guys’ eyes light up that way when they saw her naked and her tattoo.
She waited with the four men until John and the others came back. Since she was going to anyway, she went ahead and took off her clothes and chatted. Their eyes were glowing but because the situation was so formal, they kept their hands to themselves, unfortunately.
John and the others came in.
“I see you found the doughnuts,” Rex said. “In a couple of minutes we’ll have a demonstration. You’ve met the slut, I can see. Why don’t you sit with us, Miss Crenshaw.”
Debbie squirmed in her seat. “Do we have to wait much longer? I really need to fuck.”
“Lie down on the mat, snookums,” John said. “That’s a good girl. You can play with yourself to get ready.”
“Thank you, John. It was really hard to wait like that.” She buried two fingers in her cunt and circled her clit with the fingers on her other hand.
“She has three main modes and a number of phases in each. There’s Debbie mode, like now, when she’s completely aware of what she’s doing. She’s in level one of the slut phase. There is another mode where she is completely unaware, as Debbie, of what she’s doing. We call that her snookums mode. It’s a more hypersexual mode. We’ll demonstrate the big O phase of that mode, the most extreme. In between the Debbie and snookums modes there’s a third mode where she vacillates between the two extremes. Do you remember talking about this, Debbie?”
“Yes, John.” She stopped thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt. “I decided I like being like this about forty percent of the time, unaware forty percent of the time, and in between twenty percent. That suits me perfectly. Do we have to wait much longer?”
“No we don’t, Debbie. I’ve written a word on a card here that I hope Miss Crenshaw will read for us.”
“Oblivion.”
Debbie flopped open, arms spread, and disappeared.
She came back to awareness in the same position knowing she’d been used. She felt wet on her face and between her legs.
“Good girl, Debbie,” John said.
She looked over. Just John and Nancy sat in the room.
“I feel like I had lots of fun.”
“That was amazing to watch,” Nancy said. To Debbie, “Do you remember anything?”
“No. I think I should wash. Do you want me first, John?”
“Go ahead and wash.”
She left them talking. It felt like a lot more than five had fucked her, more than eight if the science group had joined in. She felt weak and sparkly, all her nerves were still tingling. She’d never done the big O before.
She used the toilet in the restroom, letting the semen drain out first before washing. Her whole body felt sensitive. She wanted to do that again, maybe in five minutes.
She washed off at the sink but since there weren’t any paper towels she went back to the lab dripping. She wiped herself off with her dress and sat back on the mat.
“I want to do that again, John. I know it’s not the weekend, but I need to do something.”
“I think you should drink some juice and have a snack.”
“You’re right, John.” She got up and chose a donut and opened a juice. Nancy watched her, turned in her seat, hands in her lap, knees together, dress buttoned up to her collar.
“She can moderate her behavior?” Nancy asked.
“Not quite on her own yet, that will take more work. It’s much easier for the project to have her want to be on rather than want to be off. Wanting to be off creates complications.”
“About how many hours to get to this point?”
“It’s a continuing process. About forty hours so far, Dev has another twenty in her but he’s just about finished. He’s working on hoarseness after prolonged use and has that about licked.”
“So there’s no way you can have all twenty ready in two weeks?”
“Figure four of them, we’ll try for five. It may actually end up being just two because of the security. The videos we shoot are used in the programming phase. If we don’t have videos of each girl programming becomes more difficult. The programming depends on self-identification with what is happening on the screen for the subliminals to take effect. I’ll be using the video from tonight for next week’s session with Debbie. Did you hear that, Debbie?”
“I can’t wait, John. Do I get a copy, too?”
“Of course, Debbie. Why don’t you get dressed and go back to your room. We have work to do tomorrow.”
“I forgot about class.” She stood and put on her dress. “Goodbye Miss Crenshaw, John.”
“Just a minute, Debbie.”
“Two in two weeks will be satisfactory. We were hoping for more for the State of the Union. Two like her will be acceptable. Following Dr. Roberts’ recommendation we’ll have a list of students and faculty cleared as participants. We already have a list of local military and civilians cleared and that’s with the documents I brought. There’s already a sizeable pool to work with.”
“Thank you.” John turned to Debbie. “You don’t have class tomorrow. I’ve talked to your teachers and because of the importance of the project they’ve agreed to give you grades for this quarter based on work already done. I’ll be needing your help through the break. You’ll have to tell your parents you have to stay on campus over Christmas break. Be here at nine a.m.”
“This sounds really important.”
“This is extremely important, Debra,” Nancy said. “What we’re working on is in the nation’s interest.”
“I’ll be here on time.”
“Thank you,” John said. “Sweet dreams.”
She grinned at him. She was pretty sure he knew what she dreamed about all night long.
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