This time, as Roberts thought over the process that would take place between her enterprise and that dingy little brothel, she did smile. But it was a thin and evil thing, creasing her lips upwards in a smile that somehow didn't seem to extend any further over her face than the sides of her mouth.
Within a few months, the rest of the shipments would arrive for the retail-ready egg, and she would sell them all for two-hundred and fifty grand each. And, thanks to the strategic sale of the first model to a man who would not resist the selling power he could pull away from his competitors with a self-pleasuring sex toy for women, a sex toy that would overpower their bodies with bliss, but would also excite them to the point where their minds would shut down, a point where the subconscious was vulnerable, a point where new ideas and instructions could be injected with ease, instructions that could direct a woman to want to work in the sex industry, instructions that could direct a woman to work for a man, instructions that could direct a woman to pay a large sum of cash to a taxi driver to drop them off on the edge of the 56 highway in a slight dirt cut-out on the side of the road designed to help trucks slow down and walk through the overgrown bushes and trees until they arrived at the subterranean gates to Eliza Roberts' private under-ground mansion...
Well.
Before long, women would flock from dirty, under-appreciated and under-paid jobs in brothels and businesses alike to use this utterly blissful egg, an egg their friends wouldn't stop raving about, an egg that apparently could knock you out with orgasmic ecstasy. They would flock to the egg, and the egg would make them flock to Roberts. And the businesses that lost customers would come for the egg, and Roberts would be there, strategically ready to provide them with one. They would pay, because their back pocket would demand it, as would what sat at their front. They would install their hypnotically orgasmic device as per her instructions. They would advertise their new contraption, and it, like all the others, would begin programming females, intelligently selecting those that would be released back to spread the word about the egg from those that would be bent to the will of the egg's owner, and among them, the best would be obliged irresistibly to seek out their true life at the gates of Roberts' private home. It was unavoidable and it was perfect, and it would soon have the entire city's female population raving about the mysterious egg that could take over their mind with pleasure.
The sleek car powered across two lanes of traffic and kicked effortlessly up to the max road speed in just under a second. Eight minutes later, it rounded a bend and twisted off the road, slipping quickly across a dirty subdivision of the road and disappearing through a thicket of bushes that weren't actually thick at all. Within just over a second, the car was gone.
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"The best lies are the ones wrapped in truth, and the best women are the ones wrapped in pleasure."
~ A mind control porn in which a villainess with the ability to give any girl an orgasm at a flick of her wrist gloats over three succumbing 'heroines' on their knees, having failed to defeat her and after falling into her trap.
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The House
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Modern cities - that is to say, cities in general, since most cities existing today have been around for hundreds of years, and new cities are rarely founded in the western world - like to have particular features. Among them are replenishing fresh water supplies, often including the ocean - once developed enough, the city can built a plant to convert that water into fresh drinking water - and the weather blows cold air over the land from out at sea. Similarly, a good range of hills surrounding the city helps to shield the inhabitants from the wind, heat, dust and fires of the inner land area. The best cities around the world are the ones that feature some or all of these.
And it was a place with just those features that Eliza Julia Roberts chose for her master establishment. Perched high above a wide, sprawling mega-tropolis far below, a population resource perfect for fuel ling her ventures in her chosen professional fields, it was a city wide and vast and wealthy with western money, ringed on two sides by sweeping hills in front of towering mountains, cornered on the other by a wide ocean inlet, and nestled amongst both these natural features like a hanging pendant around the neck of the open land on the fourth and final side of the city, holding the spreading pressure of mankind contained within like a cap on a shaken bottle of soft drink.
It had taken years of planning. A building encased entirely in the shallow side of a mountain, perched on the same level as the external highway that snaked like a toxic snake through the winding hillside until it plunged seemingly unintentionally into the side of the mountains, where it emerged some four hundred metres away on the other side of eighty thousand tons of rock and dirt and dry sediment. It would be a vast, multi-levelled establishment covering some 268,000 square feet, only shaving itself slightly short of the average American hospital, with the entire building's planned footprint exceeding 500,000 square feet.
Four interior levels would each be entirely self-contained with double-redundant electric generators, a self-cleaning, filtered air treatment and conditioning system, and, shared across the entire building, a massive six million litre networked freshwater tank system, a battery reservoir, an explosion-proof gas tank unit and a self-contained water filtration & septic tank unit. A fifth external level would be built underneath that would feature an ultra-wide eighteen-car parking lot, accessed through an eight-hundred metre long underground access tunnel and secured with a fully automatic, network-enabled retracting security gate, segmented on electric rails so that just the right section of the gate could open as required, regardless of whether you wanted to drive a truck through or a hand cart.
Each level of the establishment would be accessed via a primary lift shaft boring directly up the centre of the building -- a quadruple-sided, whisper-quiet electric magna-rail lift capable of hauling 800KG of dead weight and supporting four telescoping concertina doors that would retract wide open seemingly right into thin air, one on each side, potentially forming the world's first no-solid-sided lift.
Additionally, for safety, a common rotary fire stairwell on both sides of the building could be accessed from any level and would open out in the far walls of the carpark below, where exiting would be as simple as crossing the raised lift platform and entering the carpark proper. A powerful AR500 steel ribcage built over the underground space would maintain the integrity of the entire ground floor, even in the event of the entire hillside collapsing, maintaining utter privacy from the public eye -- even when evacuating from an uncontrolled fire.
On the ground floor, sliced clean in half by a bulkhead wall - itself split in its dead centre by the lift shaft - would be what Roberts would eventually turn into her holding cells. Eighteen full-size, ultra-long, entirely self-contained all-in-one live-in rooms would be constructed, each kitted out with all the equipment any person could want in their day-to-day, week-to-week, year-by-year lives. Sporting self-sufficient air conditioners and water purifiers, these rooms would later be put to the purpose of housing Roberts' various experiment subjects for long term storage, keeping them occupied, fit, healthy, safe and quarantined for extended periods of time.
Across from these would be a hydroponics bay, in which the entire range of produce needed for self-sustaining life inside would be grown -- later, this basic food production sector would be entirely automated, and the ability to support small fauna developed and tacked easily into the dynamic area - as well as a fully functional medicall facility within a micro-hospital, and mass storage rooms for produce farmed in the indoor fields and the building's mass chattels. This would also, one day, serve to hold the original flesh-and-blood bodies of several women encased in Roberts' most final and fatal invention.
On this we find the first instance of the second lift -- an ultra-strong, ultra-wide hydraulic elevator powered by the same hardware in underground aircraft hangers. Completely lacking any walls -- using a simple retracting handrail instead, the walls provided instead by the sheer rock on the back and sides and by internal glass walls on the inside -- this lift moves between the first three levels. It is capable of hoisting ten tons of weight without slowing down and features a flush base in a thin elliptical shape, flat on the extreme ends of the ellipse.
In the coming years, this platform would serve as the long term temporary host of Dr. Roberts' greatest waking creation, a device capable of capturing and copying the living organic form of the human body, rebuilding it anew, curing its diseases, healing its wounds, and reforming its neutral pathways -- including ways to alter all of the above. Unlike all the levels above it, the first level sits flush with a gently sloping natural garden on the side lf the hill, perfectly placed by way of the slope of the hill, and built up to the side of the floor to ceiling, triple-glazed windows with dirt expelled from the construction of the sub-mountainous facility.
