Part 2 of this story may seem disjointed. I am trying to portray Gerald's thoughts while he is trapped in front of a hypno-spiral machine. Over and over, his mind starts to be 'pulled in' by the spiral and then 'jumps away' to a new train of thought.
Part 1
Gerald reaches around slave number 79's waist and begins rubbing slave number 81's clit. Gerald is seated in a large comfortable chair. Slave 79 is nude and sitting astride Gerald's lap. She is doing the splits with her thighs on the arms of the chair. Her hands grip the chair's arms right behind her thighs. Her arms lift her body up and down on Gerald's erection. She keeps pace with a precision that only a mindless drone can maintain. The former gymnast's strength, flexibility and mindless devotion make slave 79 an impressive sex doll. Gerald expects to sell her for an unusually large price.
Slave 81 is bending forward past slave 79's shoulder to kiss Gerald. Each time Gerald strokes her clit, slave 81 shudders and tries even harder to swallow his tongue.
A third slave stands like a statue just inside the doorway to Gerald's right. Her expression is as blank as her mind. She is holding a platter with some drinks and snacks. The door bell rings. Gerald glances at the motionless slave.
"Number 78 activate." She turns her head enough to look at Gerald with her empty eyes. "Go answer the door."
Slave number 78 pivots robotically, deposits the platter onto an end table and then walks stiffly out into the hallway.
Gerald returns to kissing and stroking slave 81. Slave 79 never pauses. After a few moments, Gerald hears footsteps coming back into the room. He is still focused on the nibbling slave 81's neck, so his voice sounds distracted. "Number 78, who was at the door?"
An unfamiliar voice answers, "I was."
Gerald tries to swing his left wrist around and aim his watch at the intruder. Before he can push slave 79 out of the way, however, the intruder fires her Taser. Gerald's vision explodes into bright flashes for a moment and then goes dark.
Part 2
Gerald can tell that things are all wrong even before he finishes waking up. He tries to look around and finds himself tied to a chair. Specifically his ankles, waist, wrists, and neck all have leather straps belting them to the chair.
He looks at the ceiling in exasperation and thinks, 'Not again! I
have
to remember: only allow slaves that still have at least half of a brain answer the door. You'd think I'd have it down by now.' Sigh. 'I guess that would be easier to do if I made a point of leaving some of the women I brainwash
with
half of a brain.'
Gerald closes his eyes and tips his head back down. 'Some days I wonder if being a Mad Scientist is worth all of the hassles. Well, no one said that chasing my dream would be easy.' Sigh. 'If someone is going to waste my day by trying to kidnap and brainwash me, I hope they at least make it a challenge. I may as well get started.'
As his eyes open, he gets his first good look at the room around him.
'Ooooo, someone made a hypno-spiral. It's not bad, but not great either. I'll grade it as a "B" or "B-". It is definitely not professional grade work. Still, it does look swirly and relaxing and spins like...
Like a clock. I wonder what time it is. Damn, my watch is gone. The decorative spiral on my watch has the same sort of color pattern as this hypno-spiral. The spiral is nice, and colorful, and calming just like my...
My watch. Except my watch has a clear, reflective crystal over the lovely, relaxing spiral, like a...
A window. Is there a window in this room? That would give me a clue about the time. Some of the light hitting the spiral seems like natural light. It really brings out those spirally, relaxing colors...
Ha! Those colors aren't as carefully matched as my watch's colors. The strap holding my left wrist is exactly where my watch should be. Hmmm...Is the strap on my left wrist a bit looser than my right? I think I can wiggle my left wrist a bit more. Not really enough to do any good, however. They must have put the strap on first and then taken off my watch. Not rechecking the strap before starting the spiral was sloppy. The spiral's colors are a bit sloppy; it is still rather nice looking with the uniform, natural lighting...
Natural light. The natural light is coming from over there. I can't turn my head far enough with this neck strap, but there must be a window back there. The sunlight really does make the spiral look like...
My watch's spiral was a real hassle to get custom made. I'll have to get it back first thing after I escape. Whoever did this had better not have damaged my special watch.
Watching. Whoever is doing this must not be watching me. Some music just started but I'm not in a deep enough trance for stage 2. I can't quite understand the words, but I can tell there are subliminal messages in the music. Of course, by definition, that means they are not subliminal.
The music must be on an automatic timer. That is
so
unprofessional. I always say, if you are going to brainwash someone, there is nothing like a 'hands on' approach.
Hee hee, yeah, hee hee; 'hands on' is my favorite way of working with a new slave girl. I wonder which slave this hypno-spiral is 'pay back' for? I think the spiral's colors have changed. If I try really hard I should be able to...
To wiggle my left ankle. Is the strap on my left ankle a bit looser as well? Yes, it definitely is looser than the right. I suppose that could mean that the left side of my body is smaller sized than the right side. No, I would have noticed that by now. It must be crappy bindings on a crappy chair. The crappy chair isn't even straight. It is at least 5 degrees off. It should be pointing straight at the nice soothing...
Soothing music?! They call this abomination music? How am I supposed to be soothed by this... (fake gagging sounds)...although the beat does fit right in with the spiral's spinning...
Spinning slave girls, dancing for me, are even more interesting...slave girls like Angela or Sarah. This is probably someone's idea of revenge for me enslaving one of them. It can't be about any of the newest slaves. This place must have taken a while to set up. You can't just go on eBay and find such a nice, soothing, swirly, well lighted...
The lighting has shifted. That means that the sun has moved. It must be late afternoon. That means I missed breakfast, and lunch, and my...
My lovely slaves. This must be about Sarah or Angela. Are those still their names? Those special orders pay well, but completely re-writing a personality is a lot of extra work. Still, I can always rely on my top quality hypno-spiral to do the job. This hypno-spiral isn't top quality, but it is kind of soothing and relaxing...
Relaxing my left hand completely lets me move it back and forth at least 2.7 centimeters. That isn't quite enough to pull free, but I might be able to use it somehow.
Somehow, this new song is worse than the last one. I didn't think that was possible. Whoever composed this deserves a complete brain wipe. I wonder if that is the alleged plan for me. A brain wipe that starts with me staring at this colorful, spinning...
Spinning. How is that spiral's movement driven? I heard a faint 60 cycle hum before that revolting excuse for music started. The lights aren't florescent, so the spiral must be running on an electric motor plugged into a wall socket. It must be plugged in through a low budget transformer to make that much humming noise. I wonder what happens if the power goes out? I can't see whoever built this mess being smart enough to get a back-up generator. One squirrel on the correct power lines and BOOM; that spiral would shut down. If I concentrate, I think I can figure out what that nice, calm spiral would look like stopped...
Stop. It is about time for this stage to stop. The next automatic timer or whatever should be going off about now. Whoever this is will have to come in here in person for stage 3. I hope she is cute. I know it is a woman. A man would never bother with such an elaborate and time consuming form of payback. For a man, one simple car bomb and your revenge is accomplished. She must be really proud of herself for putting all of this together from scratch. Only someone who has studied a lot of physics could pull even this much off. Well, she is either the best friend of or the sister of a woman who was beautiful enough to catch my eye. So, odds are good she is worth seeing as well. Seeing the spiral. Watching...
Watch. I hope she is wearing my watch. Then I could ask her the time and get her looking at the spiral on my watch. My watch is better than this spiral, and it is only a little watch. Like many areas of life, size does matter but not as much as what you can do with the size you have. The colors on this spiral are changing again, I think...
I think that I hear footsteps! She must be right outside the door. Let's see, I could 'pay dead'; and act like the spiral worked. Nah, I have a better idea. Her pride shall be her downfall. Besides, I love manipulating and insulting people.'
The hypno-spiral is located between Gerald and the door. He focuses his attention on the space beside the spiral while listening to someone enter through the door. When she steps into view beside the spiral, Gerald isn't surprised to see the woman who got past Number 78 and Tasered him. His professional assessment of her slave worthiness is positive. She is about average height, so a bit shorter than the fashion models he usually collects. Her medium brown hair almost touches her shoulders. Her skin color is very light, so she apparently doesn't get much sun. She has generous curves that would work well for a lingerie model. Her blue eyes sparkle with determination.
