Frank Masterson stood at the window of his penthouse apartment on the fifth floor of what he had egotistically named the Masterson Building, or TMB for short. He was looking over the bay, enjoying his morning coffee, and reflecting on how great everything had turned out, for him that is. "For the women, well, who cares?" was his opinion.
Frank was incredibly intelligent which helped him to become incredibly wealthy, but he was also incredibly libidinous, carnal, and immoral, to say the least. He had made good money in the pharmaceuticals industry, especially after his lab had discovered a cure for that horrid virus all those years ago. After Frank had become quite rich, he didn't feel the need to work anymore, though he still kept control of his company. He certainly wanted to keep making money as well as have access to everything they created, he liked the power, too. Even so, he now had plenty of time on his hands to do what he wanted for fun.
The way Frank had always wanted to have fun was fucking any women any way he wanted. Being as callous, chauvinistic, and selfish as he was, that was all he thought they were good for. But since women did have free will to say no, he couldn't always fuck the women he wanted or the way he wanted, at least not until the day he had made what he considered his magnum opus. The egotistical scientist had decided he would find a way to make a woman do what he wanted using what he knew. And since drugs were what he knew, he had researched hypnotic drugs.
He learned everything he could about every drug that affected a person's though process until he was an expert on the subject. Then, he experimented. He secretly tested the formulas he came up with on some of his employees, until he found the one that that did make women highly susceptible to suggestion. He had essentially created the perfect mind control drug.
After he had proven it worked, to make it easy to administer he then modified it into an odorless, colorless vapor that merely had to be breathed in by a woman for it to take effect. Once he had that perfected, he knew he had what he wanted, an easy and effective way to make any woman he wanted be his to play with however he wanted.
Frank's mind control drug was quite complex, it did take about half an hour to take full effect. He could live with that, it did take time to rewire a brain, of course. Frank might be basically a greedy jerk, but he was a smart greedy jerk. He had really designed his drug in two parts.
The first part was the vapor that the women had to inhale, the second part was another drug that activated the first one. The second drug was something he could apply like a skin cream. He would put a couple of dabs on his throat and all a woman had to do was take a simple sniff at least 30 minutes after she had been drugged with the vapor drug, and she was his. This cream that he designed as the activator did a bit more, too.
In his career as a pharmaceutical scientist, he had worked on several sex enhancement drugs. When the scent of the cream was inhaled by any woman who had also inhaled his mind control drug, it not only activated the mind control drug, but it also boosted her libido and made her incredibly attracted to him, just like a pheromone.
Since the vapor drug stayed inert until a vapor drugged woman smelled his cream drug, he could make sure that the woman would only obey only him, since he would of course be sure that no one else ever wore the cream or even ever knew about either drug. He figured this would keep anyone else from stealing his sex slaves, they were his and his alone.
As a nice bonus, the cream drug also boosted his own libido and made it possible for him to get hard over and over and over again, mere minutes after each ejaculation. No waiting for him, he would be able to fuck a woman almost nonstop.
After he had the drugs, Frank had realized he needed the right vocal commands, too. The very first command had to be, "You will obey any and all of my commands as if it were perfectly normal to do so." Once he told a woman that, anything else he told her to do would be completely acceptable. If he didn't start with that one, she would still obey him, but she'd feel it was wrong to do it and might rebel. This way, she would do whatever he told her to because she would not know what he told her to do was wrong, immoral, evil, and all those other annoying to him ethical things.
With that in mind, he then worked out a checklist of the other commands that he knew he had to give to cover all his bases. He also worked out a script of questions he would ask the woman he wanted.
He wanted to make sure she was not married or had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, for that matter. Risking someone coming after her was not worth the trouble of having her, he figured. The same about whether she had ever been pregnant. If she had kids, he did not want her. Only a single, unattached woman would do. He also wanted to know if she was a virgin. He preferred experienced women. What sort of sex had she had? Had she every given a blow job, been fucked in the ass, been titty-fucked? Had she ever had sex with a woman, had her pussy eaten, been finger fucked?
Frank planned to do anything and everything he could think of to his brainwashed sex toys, except break them. He might get a little rough, but he wouldn't do anything that might require calling 9-1-1. That was trouble he didn't need.
When Frank had the programming perfected, he realized that he could make his lecherous dreams of having his own sex slave harem come true. He didn't have to be satisfied with just one woman at a time, there was a way he could have a whole group always there for him to choose from to fuck.
Money was no object for him, it only took a couple of months before he found the perfect apartment building. He bought it and redesigned the top floor of the five-story building into a penthouse for himself and modified the ventilation system so that he could pump his drug through it into the whole building.
Lucky for him, after some more testing he had discovered that the vapor drug and the cream drug only had to be applied once per woman, so he didn't have to pump it nonstop. Once a woman was doped with his drug, and he gave her the proper commands, she was addicted to him and his commands. Also, any commands he gave her were followed from that moment on, breathing it in more than once just reinforced her memory of his orders, she never forgot her instructions. Any new tenants would be doped right away, guests would be doped when they visited, and so on.
Frank finished his coffee and turned away from the window. Since opening his building, he had filled each one of the twenty-four one-bedroom apartments with a beautiful woman to be his sexual plaything. With all the different women he had, he never got bored with the multiple women he had and the multiple ways he could fuck each one. All his tenants were well employed, but most of them worked from home, so he always had someone around to play with. As a bonus was the rent they paid. Ironically, he basically had women paying him to be in his harem. It would help with the upkeep of the place, too.
Frank pretty much did fuck at least one girl every day, and today would be no different. He just had to decide who it would be. If he wanted to see who was home and available, he could just check out the security cameras he had put up in places like the hallways or the spy cameras he had put up in every room in every apartment. It was like have his very own porn channels. Today, though, he decided to leave things to chance.
"Life is good," thought Frank as he headed out his door to the elevator to find a broad to bang.
He stuck his head out the elevator on the fourth floor but didn't see anyone down either hallway. So he just moved on to the third floor. When the elevator opened there, he looked to the right and saw Sally Smith stepping out of 3B.
