It’s been a long time since I posted the last Puppetmaster story, and since then I’ve gotten numerous requests from readers to continue the series. I’ve finally gotten around to it, and I hope this chapter fulfills those desires expressed to me by those looking for more. Feel free to drop me an email to tell me what you liked, or what you would like to see in future episodes. I also might be interested in collaborating with another writer on the series, so if you’re interested, drop me a line. Enjoy!
For more details on the origins of Barry’s role as Puppetmaster, see Chapter One in the series, Project Puppetmaster.
For Becky’s origin story, see Chapter Two in the series, The Puppetmaster of Weensville.
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Ever since Barry had taken on the responsibility of becoming the Puppetmaster of Weensville, he had been on the lookout for ideal situations in which to trigger the mind-control program hidden deep within the subconscious minds of his fellow Weensville residents. He’d eventually come to the decision that the best venues were social gatherings where the majority of people were guaranteed to be local inhabitants. So when his sister Nancy happened to mention a campus Halloween party that she was planning on going to that weekend, it was too good an opportunity for him to pass up.
Barry had never been very social, and parties were foreign territory to him. But his newfound control over the minds of others had given him a self-assurance he had never known before, and so he decided that he would be crashing the party.
The details of the party had come up last minute, mentioned by Nancy in passing while she was visiting their mother that Thursday, so Barry had to scramble to find appropriate costumes for himself and Becky, his new live-in bodyguard/slave/experiment. While there were plenty of costumes left in the discount stores, Barry felt that ordinary last-minute costumes would not do. He was on a mission of great importance, after all, and his presence should convey as much.
They lucked out at an old magic store that still stocked party costumes as well as cheap parlor tricks. Barry managed to obtain a low rental price on a magician’s coat and tails, complete with gloves, top hat, and a ballroom mask that covered the top portion of his face. Formal attire was a new thing for Barry, so he was rather stunned at how handsome the suit actually made him look. He felt like a cross between Claude Reigns in the Phantom of The Opera and Mandrake the Magician, a satisfying blend of power and mysteriousness.
Considering the source of his costume, it only made sense for Becky to dress as a magician’s assistant, and so they picked out the skimpiest outfit the store had available. It was a one-piece number that looked like a tuxedo bathing suit, a black and white one-size-fits-all skin tight outfit with numerous ruffles and rhinestones and a black bow tie sewn into the high collar. It also came with an equally decorated black vest with tails, cut to accentuate the assistant’s figure. The collar was high around the neck to accommodate the bow tie, but there was a large whole cut out beneath the collar to show off her cleavage. This meant Becky couldn’t wear a bra underneath, so he had her go without panties as well, just to keep everything symmetrical.
Together they stood out as both elegant and over exaggerated the perfect combination for a costume party. If they really had been a magic act, nobody would have seen a single trick performed onstage, as they would all be watching the shapely assistant standing nearby. Then again, he wouldn’t exactly be pulling rabbits out of hats tonight.
On their way to the party, Barry gave Becky her ‘Homework Assignment’ for the night.
“We’re going to work on your people skills a bit more tonight, Becky.”
“I thought we were going to a party to have fun!” Becky scowled, folding her arms and slouching in her seat. Ever since he had broken her from the habit of talking to him like a superior officer, she had apparently begun to regard him as a guardian, and as such she would act like a spoiled little girl in response to some of his commands. He kind of liked it, though, so he hadn’t discouraged the behavior through mind control.
“Stop pouting. We are going to have fun. But I’m still going to give you an assignment. Just a small one. Okay?”
She nodded reluctantly, still pouting.
“Good. When we get to the party, we’re going to split up. When we do so, I want you to acquire three pairs of boxer shorts from three different party-goers.”
“How do you want me to get them?”
“That’s up to you, but I want you to be friendly about it, and I want you to have fun as well. They must be wearing the boxers when you get them, and you have to take them off yourself for them to count towards the total.”
“Why are you always trying to embarrass me in public?” She whined.
Unlike the other people Barry triggered and occasionally controlled, he allowed Becky to remember everything that happened, as well as be fully aware of her situation. Normally he would convince his puppets that anything he had them do was their own idea, or he’d erase the memory completely or have them remember it as a dream or fantasy they’d entertained. But with Becky there was more at stake, and so he made sure she knew that she was completely under his control. She had been a spiteful, frigid, man-hating control freak when he’d first stumbled upon her, and he was determined to see how far he could push her in the other direction without brainwashing her outright. All he did was instill in her the knowledge that everything he did was for her own good, as well as an uncontrollable desire to be near him and protect him at all times.
“Don’t worry. Once you’ve obtained the boxer shorts, you can come find me again. Okay?”
The promise of being reunited with him quickly cheered her up, so she was pleasant for the remainder of the drive.
They met much less resistance than Barry had expected, when they finally arrived at the three-story frat house hosting the party. He had thought that crashing a party would be difficult, but one look at Becky in her revealing little outfit and they practically begged them to come in.
Chaos reigned inside the house when they entered, as the party was already in full swing by the time they had arrived. Loud house music pulsed through the air as a myriad of costumed college students swarmed the rooms and hallways, dancing and cavorting, hollering at one another over the dance music. There were kegs and tables heavy with snacks and liquor scattered throughout, and these areas tended to be spots where people congregated.
Barry signaled for Becky to head off in one direction, which she did reluctantly, disappearing into the crowd as if it were a body of water. Barry mingled through the crowd for a bit, triggering random people who caught his attention or were close enough to hear him. He was able to successfully trigger about twenty or so when the crowd and music started to get to him. He wasn’t used to such loud and crowded gatherings, and while he had at first found it intoxicating, a half an hour of non-stop overload of the senses turned out to be his limit. Desperate for a reprieve, he started searching for higher ground, assuming that the party would thin out a bit on the upper floors.
Two girls dressed as rag dolls were blocking the stairwell landing before the second floor, whispering beneath the music and giggling as they crouched on the steps. Even with the baggy costumes, he could tell that they were both very attractive. There was no other traffic at the moment, so he triggered them for the hell of it.
“You girls are probably pretty close friends, aren’t you?” He asked. They both nodded in unison, apparently used to communicating during these loud parties without speaking.
“Have you ever had any sexual experiences with the same sex?” Both shook their heads in response.
“Well, tonight you will. The next time the two of you find yourselves in
my presence, you will become extremely aroused by one another, and feel the uncontrollable need to explore one another sexually, to passionately share your first lesbian experience, no matter where you are. Do you understand?”
