Okay, so I intend to write a whole bunch of mind control stories, some one shots, a couple of short series mainly. I thought it might be good to have people meet the only characters guaranteed to feature.
These are my villains, the Dollmakers.
There's not a lot of actual sex in this one, but there will be soon.
"Are you the Dollmakers?" Edgar Bates looked at the figures across from him, each taking up one of two comfortable armchairs in the meeting room of what looked like a country club. Bates felt twitchy, like he shouldn't be here.
The man laughed. "Oh god that name, makes us sound like supervillains. I'm Mason, and that's Annette, but yes, we're the people you're looking for.
"I expected you to be, older," it was a fair criticism, both of them were south of thirty. The man was bald and lean, wearing a white T shirt and cargo pants. The woman was a goth, boots, leather pants, black vest and spiked armbands, her long black hair broken up with red braids. "And I heard you were both men."
"Oh," Annette laughed, "you're talking about Mason and the senior partner. He's much more into the back end of things. He'll be involved if something goes wrong, or with special projects, but he doesn't really handle the clients. Not unless you're wiling to pay about ten times what you're currently paying. I'm his daughter, something of a prodigy in the family business."
"Oh," he sat with that for a moment. Was it strange that the idea that this was a family business was reassuring? Made it feel official. "Look, it's not going to hurt her is it? I mean, the changes?"
"No," the bald man leaned forward, his face lighting up with an intense smile. "We used to use torture as a form of conditioning but it's ultimately not efficient. It only works for so long and you can't really work on the specifics. You can make someone into 'just about' what you want, but 'just about' isn't nearly good enough."
"Not at the prices we charge," Annette quipped, and Mason's weird intensity faded. He cleared his throat.
"Ultimately the techniques we use are a mix of chemical and hypnotic persuasion, with a dash of social engineering and behavioural programming. Your wife will be returned to you perfectly safe, less any surgeries you've got in mind of course."
"Oh no I don't need any surgeries I just," he sighed. "She won't listen to me. When we were dating she was so sweet, so happy to be with me. She was hitting the jackpot. I mean, I'm a little older than her but I'm loving, I'm loyal, I've got a got a good job but as soon as we got married, it was like she turned on me completely. Like that ring somehow sucked out the kind, sweet demure girl and what was left was this critical, bitter, disobedient little," his fist clenched and he set out a long sigh. "I just want the love of my life back."
The bald man got up and put his hand on Edgar's shoulder. "That's what we're here for," his voice was soft. "You'll get her back. You filled out the paperwork right? The changes you want made?" He nodded, he'd filled out dozens of papers, they'd been insanely detailed. The exact ways she wasn't what he wanted, the exact things he needed changed. "You'll be getting the exact girl you had in mind when you filled that out."
"Really?"
"Absolutely," he smiled.
"How do I know?"
"Would you like a tour of the facility? Would that comfort you?"
"Uh, sure," Mason helped him up and the three of them left the room, heading through corridors full of beautiful people.
