John had a lot to think about on the ride home. Another mind controller! How was that possible?
John had stolen his mind control tech from a lab where he'd interned years ago. Surprisingly, it hadn't been that difficult. His well-intentioned bosses were so excited about their scientific breakthrough that they hadn't stopped to consider nefarious uses of the technology. John has simply turned their own invention against them.
This mind new controller couldn't have obtained the same technology. John had used his app to make his former bosses forget everything about their invention. In fact, he'd made them give up research entirely. He'd been very thorough. Last he'd heard, not a single member of the research team had taken another job in a scientific a field.
In any event, John's tech was his own. This other mind controller had to be using something different.
At first, John had been eager to meet this other mind controller. There was so much about his life he could never share with anyone who wasn't already under his influence. It would be refreshing to have a real conversation with another free-willed individual. But he'd quickly put that thought aside. The harsh reality was that two mind controllers could never have that kind of relationship. There would always be a threat that the other would exert control. The nature of mind control technology made meeting as equals untenable.
That left only one possibility: John had to find the other mind controller first and ensure he came out on top.
John pulled up to his home and exited his car, not bothering to close the door behind him. He was in a hurry and someone would take care of it for him. Kelly opened the front door for him as he approached, smiling as always.
"Welcome home, Master," she said in a cheerfully. "How was your--"
"No time for pleasantries right now Kelly," John said, cutting her off. Send Sasha to the study with dinner, something light. Send Yeeun down too. I'm putting her research skills to work."
"Ah yes, 'research.' Got it." said Kelly, winking.
"No games tonight, Kelly," answered John. We've got a situation. Quit dallying and get to work."
Kelly's smile disappeared. "Yes, Master," she said solemnly and marched off into the house.
John burst into his office. He felt uneasy... but also energetic. His experience with Liana had reminded him how thrilling a challenge could be, and this was certainly going to be a challenge. And a challenge with the highest stakes.
In his office, John approached a bookshelf and ran his finger along a row of binders, stopping on the one he wanted: his roster of intelligence assets. He'd acquired control over several individuals in various governments and technology companies over the years. He let them continue living their lives as normal until he needed their help. He'd not activated most of his assets in years. Of course they'd be more than happy to help after he triggered their latent programming. John took a seat at his desk and began skimming through the binder.
John heard a sound at the door and looked up to see Sasha. The well-endowed, blonde woman wore her customary uniform consisting only an apron, with nothing underneath. Sasha carried a silver serving tray covered by a matching lid.
"Thanks, Sasha. Bring it over and go check what's keeping Yeeun."
Sasha crossed the room and placed the tray on the edge of John's desk. He didn't bother to look up as she lifted the cover. He was already knee-deep in dossiers on intelligence assets.
John felt a sudden, sharp pain in his arm. "Ow!"
He looked up at Sasha. She stood smiling down at him holding an empty syringe in one hand.
John's confusion was plain on his face. "What did you do?" he demanded. "Put that down."
Sasha simply stood there smiling. She didn't put the syringe down.
She didn't put the syringe down!
That was a direct order and she didn't do it!
John tried to stand but collapsed forward onto his desk. His legs suddenly felt weak. His vision blurred. He was vaguely aware of Yeeun entering the room as darkness began closing in around him.
"Oh, you did it already," Yeeun said cheerfully. "Mistress will be so pleased!"
Mistress? John wondered briefly before succumbing to to an irresistible urge to sleep.
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"Uhhhhhh," John groaned, as consciousness painfully returned. His head felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. He opened his eyes only to slam them shut again at the sight of bright daylight. "What happened?"
John tried to roll over, but but his hands and legs wouldn't budge. She squinted at a wrist and saw it was restrained with rope. "Where am I?" he asked, still groggy but lucid enough feel panic setting in.
"In your bed," answered an an unfamiliar woman's voice. "I should think it would be familiar enough. No doubt you've spent plenty of time in it with these young ladies."
John squinted toward the toward the end of the bed. A woman sat in a chair in front of the bed, staring back at him with a smirk. She was dressed formally, in in a black pantsuit, a white blouse, and black heels. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a bun, accentuating her sharp jawline and high cheekbones. She was perhaps 35 years old, and quite attractive.
Sasha, Kelly, and Yeeun knelt beside the woman's chair, staring up at her reverently. They were all completely naked. No doubt they'd been carefully positioned so John could see enough of their faces to understand their new loyalties.
John still had to try. "Sasha, restrain this woman." Sasha did not so much as blink.
"Tsk, tsk," said the woman, shaking her head. "I suppose I would have tried the same in your shoes, but I'm afraid you'll find they no longer answer to you. They're mine now, and quite pleased about the change in management, aren't you girls?"
"Yes, Mistress," they answered cheerfully in unison.
"I suppose I should thank you though," continued the woman. "They seem effectively trained." She shrugged. "You'll have to forgive me for sampling the merchandise. You were out for some time."
