Ability Rescue Ch 08

Ability Rescue 8

Jasmine remained tethered to the gurney that brought her from the plane to the van and now into the compound of Jonah Hale. The gurney Jasmine Ryan was riding was in the room where Sofia Sorina and Jonah Hale, with the capable assistance of the lovestruck and controlled Marcus Kingsman, performed their drugged programming of people to be used or sold as slaves.

At that moment, Jasmine watched helplessly as Dr. Sorina and her lover Marcus Kingsman completed the placing of a woman into the programming chamber, hooking up the audio into her ears and visor across her line of sight, Jasmine shuddered as she heard the machines hum to life, sending the poor unfortunate woman to a new, undeserved fate as the drug she was injected with visibly affected the poor young lady.

"Her name is Karina DiLorenzia, she's 22 and was from West Chester, Pennsylvania," Hale said as he flicked the drivers license of the woman currently beginning her brainwashing onto the lap of the captive Jasmine Ryan. "She will sell well in the MIddle East with her coloring and looks. Thanks to your carelessness, Miss Ryan, she has a brand new fate. All because you wanted to ditch your phone."

Jasmine flinched as the small rectangular license floated at her. The usually quick witted, strong personality of the computer and tech expert was rendered unmistakably mute. She felt tears welling up as the psychiatrist and her former friend Kingsman completed their task in preparing the woman for her reprogramming.

"What's wrong, Miss Ryan?" Hale asked teasingly. "I exploited your weakness, and now you will work for me. It was inevitable, once I set my team on task."

"What you are doing to her is so wrong, you bastard...." Jasmine yelled. "I'll fight you...."

"How quaint, a last great act of defiance," Hale shot back. "I do hope that soothes your pride, Miss Ryan. Because I will own you. All of you. And you will love every second of it. And love ME as well."

Jasmine stared through Hale.

"We don't want to interrupt such a fine show of bravery, but let's start our guest here on her new path," Sofia Sorina mused. "Now that we have the poor unfortunate women you slid your phone to on her way to her new life of slavery, we can focus on you."

Jasmine physically flinched as Sorina reached out toward her.

"Oh how fun, don't worry darling. No drugs for you, MIss Ryan, we don't want any risk of ruining that intuitive and impressive brain of yours," the psychiatrist said. "Your good friend here will have the enjoyment of finishing your new life programming. Do your worst, darling."

Sofia and Kingsman exchanged glances as Jasmine looked on helplessly.

"You may remember this from all those years ago," Kingsman interjected. "All those I touch say I leave them with life changing impressions."

"I remember....." Jasmine said, staring through the man she considered a friend, one who's identity she established. "It's seared into my mind... your excuse then was you were just a new freak in figuring out your powers... Now you are being controlled by Mistress Bitch here... I guess now your excuse is that you are doing what she tells you like a good puppet..."

"How misinformed you are, my friend," Kingsman said calmly. "I have grown in my ability. Don't worry, old friend, I will make sure you love your new life. You will love working for Master, you will love LOVING Master..."

Kingsman reached out and took hold of Jasmine's hand, and pulsed excitement into the captive. Jasmine's thoughts went blank as the arousal spiked immediately.

"Ooooohhhh," Jasmine said helplessly, while Kingsman removed his hand from hers.

"I see you are excited, Jasmine," Kingsman said. "I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Ffffuckkkk.....yyyouuuu....." Jasmine spit out.

"Sorry Jasmine, not today," Kingsman said. "Now that I have your attention, I want to tell you a story..."

Jasmine frantically tried to regain her composure, but the arousal remained. She realized he had grown in his ability, and while arousing, it was also frightening. She realized thoughts in her head would begin, then never be completed, Ideas like fighting back, running, pulling her hand away. They would begin in her head then simply vanish. She felt like her mind was being probed. And she was right.

"I am just finding that right connection, my friend," Kingsman began. "The exact one to help you understand all these new ideas."

Jasmine flinched as best she could, but it wasn't much. Her mind was blanking, her arousal leveling out at an extremely high rate.

"Almost there," Kingsman said. "There, perfect. That will be the last time you resist. A good effort, you are very strong willed."

Jasmine managed to "Grrrrrrrrrr.........."

Kingsman pulsed Jasmine's hand again, causing her mind to blank. Kingsman smiled, as though the cat got the canary.

"No more resistance, now. Take a deep breath. Pay attention to what I am saying, Jasmine," Kingsman ordered. "Look in my eyes as I tell you the absolute truth."

Jasmine took a slow, deep breath, and as she did her eyes refocused and looked intently at Kingsman, who still held her hand, all done reflexively through the handiwork of the man with ability. Dr. Sorina and Jonah Hale looked on, pleased with what their cultivated weapon was capable of doing.

"You look so stunning this vulnerable, eyes nice and glassy, mind so open and receptive," Kingsman monologued. "I never imagined when I began this journey to learn about my ability it would ever feel THIS good. But no matter, we have work to do with your mind now Jasmine."

Kingsman pulsed a hair more pleasure, enough to see the body flinch at the enjoyment, while her eyes stayed locked on his. There was no more fight, no more quips, no more witty repartee from the skilled computer hacker. Kingsman's voice and eyes were her whole universe in that second.

"Everything I tell you is the absolute truth, Jasmine," Kingsman said, pulsing the right combination of impulses for his captive to now believe it completely. "What is everything I tell you, Jasmine?"

"The absolute truth," Jasmine said slowly as if in deep trance.

Kingsman took his time as he assaulted the pretty computer specialist's mind, slowly and methodically breaking her down until she was what he wanted her to be. Never allowing her a second of anything other than what he guided her to become. Attempted resistant thoughts began, but faded just as quickly.

For Jasmine Ryan, she had no concept of time or space, just pulses and commands as she simply held her pose staring into Kingsman's eyes and parroting his instructions until there was nothing left but what he wanted. Repeating phrases on command to affirm who she was to become.

"You are a slave, Jasmine," Kingsman stated simply when she was ready. "Tell me what you are, now."

"Ssslavve..." Jasmine slowly repeated, drool escaping the corner of her mouth after her brainwashing was complete, and for her it was unknown whether she was listening to Kingsman for 5 minutes, 5 hours or 5 days.

Kingsman smiled widely as he looked at his lover, who nodded approvingly at his accomplishment. But he wasn't finished, there was more to do to ensure this condition became permanent.

"I want to introduce you to your new Mistress and Master," KIngsman said, nodding to Sofia, who also helped to untether Jasmine from the gurney. "Up you go, Jasmine."

Kingsman helped Jasmine off the gurney and to her feet.

"Kneel, Jasmine," Kingsman ordered, still holding the woman's right hand.

Slowly, methodically, Jasmine Ryan fell to her knees. Kingsman kept his assault of her brain and body going. Arousal. Obedience. Truth. Slave.

"You are a slave, Jasmine, it is all you ever wanted to be... a slave to serve and protect, use your skills to assist as Master and Mistress tell you... " Kingsman said as his pulses assaulted every fiber of the independent, strong, assertive sense of being that made Jasmine Ryan who she was. Was. The old Jasmine was long gone.

Jasmine knelt and absorbed every word. Somewhere in her head it felt familiar, and if she had her senses, she may have realized in that same somewhere feeling this ability was much stronger than she remembered. But independent thought was nowhere to be found as Kingsman closed his act with authority.

"Tell me what you are Jasmine, loudly and proudly, now...." Kingsman demanded as his Mistress and Master looked on, each holding an almost proud parental smile across their face.

"I am a slave...." Jasmine insisted loudly.

"Very good Jasmine," Kingsman said, pulsing arousal at her admittance to her new truth. "The truth shall set you free..."

Kingsman took Jasmine to her very edge of arousal as her breathing changed, her face flushed crimson, and slow, deep audible moans of pleasure were emanating from deep inside her very being.

"Jasmine, look up now," Kingsman demanded.

The once strong willed and dominant personality slowly looked up as her body betrayed her.

"Very good slave," Kingsman said, rewarding Jasmine with a hint more arousal, a touch closer to her edge. "Meet your Mistress and Master, your new owners."

Kingsman waved Sorina and Hale forward, in front of Jasmine.

"This is Dr. Sorina, and Mr. Hale, slave," Knigsman said as the pair stood in front of the nearly writhing woman kneeling before them. "Your owners, your Mistress and Master. Obey them in all things. Do you understand?"

Somewhere Jasmine knew she should fight, should try and resist, but the power of the assault from Kingsman never allowed that thought to come to full fruition. Aroused, Jasmine simply knelt and followed instructions. Kingsman pulsed more arousal to hammer home the excitement of her new position.

"Iiiiiiiii uuummmmndddderssssttannnddddd," Jasmine said clearly, her voice cracking with arousal.

"I know you do slave," Kingsman said, as he lifted the chin of the kneeling woman and started her head in a nodding up and down pattern. "Obeying your Mistress and Master is right and just, you must simply obey what they instruct you to do. You love your Master with all your heart and soul, repeat that Jasmine."

"Iiii love Master....." the brunette repeated, as KIngsman got her to the edge of arousal.

"You love being a slave, you love being in love with Master," KIngsman forced. "Nod your head if you love what's happening."

Jasmine's simple act of nodding affirmatively began, and continued even after Kingsman removed his hands completely from her body. The arousal, the mental assault was too great.

"She's all yours, Mistress, Master," Kingsman said, backing away from his former friend and confidant. "An obedient slave."

"Wonderful show darling," Sofia said with a deep kiss. "You never disappoint."

"Thank you Mistress," Kingsman replied happily. "She may need reinforcing over the next few days, but there is no way she will stray from obedience, it is too deeply ingrained in her now."

"And no drugs to alter her knowledge, this is why you are so valuable darling," Sofia continued as she walked in front of the kneeling Jasmine Ryan.

"Stop nodding and stand up, slave," Sofia ordered. "Strip."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine said as she quickly rose to her feet and removed the clothes she had hoped would distract enough to allow her to not be discovered on her journey.

"She is quite lovely, Jonah," Sofia said. "Slave, you are helplessly in love with your Master. Now why don't you crawl over to your Master and get to work using your mouth, slave."

Jasmine knelt and crawled over to her new Master, reached up and unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants before dropping his shorts to reveal a rather large member.

"You have such sexy friends, Marcus," Sofia remarked as the show before her progressed.

"And very talented, too," Hale responded, placing both hands on the head of his new slave and helping her along her task.

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"I hope this works," Alicia thought to herself as she took a look at the burner phone, waiting for a response she thought may never happen. "So weird... she just reactivated that account I made for her when we were together... I hope I can convince her to meet...."

As she looked at the new account she set up with the hopefully untraceable phone, she re read the message she sent to Nikki.

"Nik, a lot is going on and we need to talk. I know you probably think i'm a monster or whatever because of what my parents did, but that isn't me... It's a long story and we need to meet, because I am in danger and you might be too...I am close by and we should meet at Phenonmails... 12pm... It's the closest thing I found to where I took you in Lakeview to Amazing Nails after you won the contest I had at Lakeview Mall... you were so cute telling me about you only going once to get your nails done, and how shy you were, even when I tried to talk to you in my white BMW.... I hope I convinced you, Goldengirl, to meet me there!

Love, Lexi"

It was the first time she had thought of herself in that name in a very long time, and for the first time since she met Kingsman she felt like 'herself', though she felt like a different version of herself.

In the meantime, Alicia picked up her things and was preparing to move again to another location, she was concerned about being followed and caught.

"Time to change locations," she thought, as she finished packing her things, picking up the receiver she was given by Jasmine Ryan. "Not sure if I should keep this or not..."

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"Come, darling, let's let them have their fun," Sofia said, pulling Kingsman by the hand. "We will put together a plan to corral Miss Phillips soon enough, that girl is by no means a genius to fear... but we need to facilitate an opening for the new computer and technology coordinator.It's a big day, Meeks' and his fiance is meeting Jonah for lunch."

As they left Dr. Sorina's space, the pair looked over and saw Nicole Harrison entering the research lab down the hallway, as she failed to acknowledge anyone as she looked intently at her phone.

"Oh my god...." the researcher said as she stared at the phone, never seeing or hearing the pair in the hall.

"She seems preoccupied," Kingsman laughed as he noticed Nicole's reaction.

Nicole Harrison retreated to her lab, unaware of anything other than the message her social media account received earlier in the morning from an 'Alicia Anderson', who wrote about events in perfect detail she had experienced with her girlfriend, Alexis Phillips when she was finishing school in Lakeview. She had deleted the account, which was bombarded with messages and questions based on her connection with Alexis Phillips in the aftermath of the slave ring her girlfriend's parents were a part of.

"What the fuck..." she thought as she re-read the message, as she opened her second laptop and reconnected the scrambling device to hide searches and location.

"What is going on here...." the researcher thought as she probed in the company database, searching for something, anything, out of the ordinary.

Previous searches turned up a few questions for the inquisitive genius who graduated college at 19. Among them were why was Sofia Sorina here at all, her research led her to the conclusion that there was not much good in her being associated with her employer, The Mason Group, which centered on brain injury and function, including her official role as researcher in electrical impulses in the brain and Artificial Intelligence.

But Dr. Sorina was of questionable background, to say the least, as her darkest research on the good doctor revealed her to be at best a very 'influential' psychiatrist, at worst a borderline mind changing controller.

That, and seeing her paired with Marcus Kingsman, the man who took down the slave ring, according to news reports, made her stomach uneasy. The way they interacted seemed too cozy to her, with the powerfully built Kingsman seemingly deferring to the Doctor seemed out of character for a man who took down a slave trade ring.

The other thing that shook Nikki was her direct contact with Kingsman. He made her nervous, and when he reached out and grabbed her hand as she was spilling her coffee at the coffee shop, she felt a strange connection. A part blanking, part pulsing sensation, where her mind seemed to stop working for a split second as he touched her. A feeling she could not shake.

Those thoughts permeated in her mind as she searched the company database, unsure what she was looking for.

"What the hell...." the researcher said as she searched, finding a folder marked 'sales'. She wasn't sure what a company who provided security was selling, so she opened the file. SHe thought if something was hidden may as well hide in plain sight. Inside she found information on service sales, security sales contracts and numbers, and reconnaissance sales. At the very bottom of the list she saw a file marked 'Evals'.

"Must be personnel evaluations I guess," Nikki said, clicking to open the file. "What ...."

The file opened for a split second, and her vision captured one name, "Jensen," before the file asked for a password as a countdown clock ticked starting at 10.. When no password was entered, as the seconds clicked to 0 a warning flashed on the screen, with a traditional warning noise blaring from the speaker.

"Shit!" the researcher said as she exited out of the 'Evals' folder, shut down the laptop, pulled all the extra protective tech from the usb ports and pulled the plug and placed the laptop and protective hardwares and wires in her oversized bag in the zipped compartment. She realized someone somewhere would see the breach, and hoped the software protected her location. But she was spooked by something, well, someone. Kingsman just did not make sense to her.

Her fight or flight reflex was triggered by the warning and the noise, so her decision was made instinctively.

"What the hell, I think it's time to go...." the researcher said to herself as she took the second laptop, picked up her badge, and exited the lab to go to the rear stairs to leave as quietly as possible. Out the door, down the back stairs and out the back door she went into the back parking area. From there, she walked away from the building, and just kept walking. She checked her phone, noticed it was 10:30 am, and went to the maps app, which she opened.

"Phenomenails" was typed into the app for directions.

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Kingsman and Dr. Sorina made their way to the office of the current head of computer and technology, Edward Meeks, who was currently attempting to keep his head above water with the demands of Jonah Hale. He was wildly unsuccessful in locating Jasmine Ryan or Alexis Phillips, even as the former was retrainted and currently caring for her new owner/master Jonah Hale a few floors away. The pair was there to discuss his new role within the organization. The pair barged right in and made themselves at home in the office of the head of technology.

"Hello.... Why are you both here?" Meeks asked as he barely looked up from his computer screen long enough to notice the wide grins on both of their faces.

"We have much to discuss," Sorina said matter of factly. "You have failed for the last time."

"I'm being fired?" Meeks asked, still not looking up from his screen. "Is that what you are saying?"

"On the contrary, Meeks," Kingsman interrupted. "You're being promoted."

"What? She just said I failed and you are saying I'm being promoted..." Meeks answered. "That makes no sense."

"Trust me, Meeks," Kingsman said as he made his way around the desk to stand behind the man. "It will make perfect sense very, very soon..."

Kingsman reached out and placed his hands on the head of the computer specialist. Dr. Sorina turned the chair to get a better view of her lover's handiwork. She smiled at him as he began his assault on the failing computer analyst and tech leader, a nodding, approving smile.