There was no more mattress in the basement. When Joan came in for work, Mr. Faust informed her that his friends and associates will be visiting her in her apartment from now on. After this was made clear, he brought her into his office and shut the door. Joan went down to her knees and put her hands behind her back. Her green eyes watched him as she waited for instruction.
"Things have changed considerably," he told her. He walked over and opened his pants. When he put his cock in her mouth, she started sucking it without hesitation. Though her mind was racing thinking of what Laura had said to her that morning, Joan still performed like a well-trained whore.
"I have a special assignment for you," he went on saying. "So your visitors won't be as frequent but I still expect them to be satisfied. Understand, slut?"
"Yes, Mr. Faust," Joan said before going back to sucking his cock.
"Before that, you are going to meet Dr. Charles. Claude will be over to introduce you to him. You'll do everything Claude says. He'll be selling you after I am done with you. Even after that woman messed with your head, you still are an obedient bitch, aren't you?"
She nodded her head while sucking him slow and long. Joan wondered who she was going to be sold to. She thought about Laura offering to fix her and if that was even possible. Joan's future was so uncertain that she trembled at what might happen. She was so confused. There was comfort in being told what to do and what would happen. Joan didn't want to think anymore. She just wanted to be told. But, was that her true desire? Or how she was brainwashed to think?
When he finished in her mouth, Joan swallowed and thanked Mr. Faust. She was sent out to her desk where she worked in a normal capacity until Mr. Pryce came around. At her desk, he asked Joan, "anything about that missing sum?"
"I don't think so, Mr. Pryce. Mr. Faust has been working diligently on it, however."
"Yes. Quite right." He paused for a moment and then said, "curious you are back to work so soon after your ordeal. You shall need paid leave to recover. Yes. I'll go speak to Mr. Faust about it."
Mr. Pryce went into Mr. Faust's office. A few minutes later they both came out. Mr Faust said to her, "Joan, it has been decided that you will have two weeks of paid leave. You may go home and recover from your attack."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
She got up, collected her things and took the trolley home. It was an odd day, Joan didn't quite know what to do with herself. She didn't want to read or go to the museum. Cultural pursuits no longer interested her. She wanted to serve. She needed to serve.
Around noon there was a knock on her door. She eagerly opened it only to be disappointed. It was Laura, the pretty strawberry blonde who had hypnotized her and tried "fix" her. Joan let her in and closed the door, asking, "what do you want now?"