| I've decided to put Doc Specter to bed for a while...after all, an evil
perverted genius needs his sleep too, yanno! Still, the twisted tales
of the TransCorp employees continues. Specten left a bit of a legacy,
and it seems that history often repeats itself. Hope you like Rudy as
well as you enjoyed the doc. Enjoy!
Story: Mind Trans-4-ance
"Rudy! RUDY!!! Are you finished soldering the phase inverter into place
yet?" Dr. Jennifer Bristol called out for the third time in the past ten
minutes. 'I could have welded the fucking component in myself by this time,' she
thought to herself. 'Never send a to do a WOMANíS job.' "Rudy," she said
over the laboratory intercom, "if you donít answer me in the next ten
"Iím...*gasp* finished...Dr. Bristol!" Rudy Camden managed to gasp,
breathless from jogging across the lab floor to the open mic switch on the
wall. Sometimes being the laboratory assistant for the new head of research
was no fun, especially when she was in a foul mood. But then again, with the
recent shuffling in the corporate pyramid, it was easy to get bogged down in
a depressed mood.
Jennifer Bristol had assumed the post several weeks ago following the
apparent execution of the former project head, Dr. James Specten. Specten, a
perverted madman, had been caught in an attempted rape, and has convicted of
more than sixty other unsolved rape cases dating back over the past year. He
had been tried, convicted, and executed in the electric chair. There were rumors,
however, that he had somehow survived his death, returning as a revenant, or
specter, of his former self. Rumors had it that he had been responsible for
the termination of several key officials in the corporation, including the
marketing chairwoman, Marquita Kueenland, the personnel manager, Vicki West,
and the projectís second-in-command, Lisa Meadows. All three women had been
arrested for committing lewd and indecent sexual acts in public, and taken
for psychiatric evaluation to the local mental institution. Since his arrest,
Spectenís project had been put on hold, but with the embarrassing upheaval
of several TransCorp employees, the board of directors were anxious to restart
the project, hoping its success would boost their market shares, and help get the
company back on its feet. Needing their brightest engineer to follow in Spectenís
footsteps, they appointed Jennifer to the task.
"Okay, I think we're ready now," she said idly, adjusting the instruments,
and checking her notes. The transport chamber they had constructed consisted of
a large metal cylinder with wire probes extending an inch from the wall in all
directions. A small wire frame doorway led into the circle, completing the
circuit, allowing materials---and later on, hopefully people---to enter the
tube and be reduced to their component energy states, transported across the
world at light speeds to their destination, and reintegrated back into its
original form. *IF* all the diagrams and circuits were all followed correctly.
The target material, a box of various metal components, sat in the middle of
the chamber on the brightly painted 'X' mark. Crossing her fingers, Jennifer
hit the main power switch, and watched the monitor. For a moment, everything
looked fine. The chamber was awash in blue light, all the probes arcing
strands of blue lightning across the room, enveloping the target. For a
moment, the target appeared to flicker, as if it was starting to disintegrate.
Suddenly, a loud alarm went off, and all the control dials spun into the as the emergency shut-off circuit activated, cutting the power.
"Damn!" she hissed, slamming her fist onto the console. "I thought we
HAD it that time! Everything was perfect, all the circuits checked out, and
all of the equipment was in perfect working order. So what went wrong?"
"Here it is, Doctor," Rudy piped up, pointing to the flashing K-14
circuit diagram. "The flux inductor burnt out. I remember Dr. Specten having
trouble with that before when HE was testing the chamber. All that power
flowing through it into the buffer circuits probably reduced it to melted
slag." The research assistant sighed, leaning against the desk, his hand
slipping accidentally close to Jennifer's. "The components all check out
except the inductor. We need one right there to control the phase variance
of the energized particles that the target is changed into...without that
flux inductor to stabilize the flow, the entire circuit will fail. So, what
do we do now?"
Dr. Bristol pulled her hand away with a jerk. "You can START by keeping
your hands to yourself, mister! I've told you before my policy on inter-office
relationships! Go down to supply and get another inductor grid before I have
your ass canned for sexual harassment!"
Rudy glanced up at the angry woman in shock. He had talked to her before
of maybe meeting together outside the office, but after being shot down a
few hundred times, he had gotten the message. He had meant nothing forward
at all! "But Doctor Bristol, I didn't---"
"Not another word Rudy. Go to supply and get me that inductor."
Sighing wearily, he left the office. He didn't know why, but lately
Jennifer had become steadily more irritable and testy, snapping at every
little thing he did wrong. When the project had first started, he had
much enjoyed working alone with the lovely woman; even though she
strictly discouraged all of his advances, she seemed to delight in flirting,
wearing very revealing and provocative clothing, four and five inch heels,
and ruby lipstick, that made her pouty hot lips all the more inviting.
Now, close to the end, she seemed distracted, distant. Her clothing had
become almost monk-like, wearing stylish but concealing pants, letting her
white lab coat cover her silken, see-through blouses, and wearing no make-up
whatsoever. Any attempt at small talk on his part was met with anger and
threats of termination. It was a puzzle to him, one that he thought he
might never solve.
Meanwhile, Jennifer sighed deeply, sliding off her glasses and rubbing
her temples. Things for her had not been going well at all. The project, which
she had confidently promised the board of directors would be ready within
a year, was already two months overdue. Her superiors were breathing down her
neck for a working chamber to show their investors, and she continued to have
minor problems. Worst of all, her relationship with her girlfriend Susan had
ended three months ago, in a huge fight. Before, she had delighted in teasing
her co-workers, and her department personnel, letting them see but not touch,
none of them having the slightest clue she was gay. Now, without Susan in
her life, everyone else's happiness seemed to put more salt in the wound. One
or two women she found attractive at work, that she hesitantly approached,
shot her down, none crueler than Andrea Stanton, who seemed to delight in
her pain. Bitter by rejection, agonizing over her supervisor's continuing
urge for a completed project, she felt she was nearly at a breaking point.
Poor hapless Rudy had taken the brunt of her frustrations, and deep down
she knew nothing that had happened had been his fault, yet she found herself
yelling at him more and more, grinding the poor into the ground under
her own built-up anger and stress.
"Doctor!" Rudy's excited voice called from downstairs. "Come here quick!
The circuit room outside the chamber! You've GOT to see this!"
"Have you got the new inductor circuit installed yet," she asked, not
bothering to look up from the diagram.
"No, I haven't, but that's why I need you to come see---"
"RUDY!" she bellowed loudly. "Install the component! We haven't got all
night for you to play around! We are already two months behind schedule!"
The harsh words stung. Rudy, having felt the brutal tongue lashing often
in the past three month felt his patience coming to an end. "Yes, I know," he tried
again, taking a deep breath. "But doctor, if you'll just come down here---"
"For what? To help you install a simple piece of electronic machinery?
After all this time I would think you could at least install one piece of
equipment without having to have me walk you through---"
"DAMMIT, Dr. Bristol!" Rudy yelled back, finally fed up with her bitching. "If
you will be quiet for a minute and let me tell you what is going on, you will
want to come down here and see for yourself! The inductor circuit can't be
installed just yet---because the inductor remains seem to have fused with the
other circuits...AND some foreign material! Furthermore, the circuit seems
to be charged, as if its ready to power up. Now...would you like to take a
look and see for yourself?"
Unable to speak for the moment at his harsh words, Jennifer sighed,
rose from her chair, and walked to the door. 'This had better be good,'
she thought to herself. Making her way to the Trans-4 chamber room, the
smell of burning rubber and silicon greeted her nostrils. "Ewww.." she
gasped, covering her nose, as she walked over to the open panel box.
"You get used to the smell after a while," Rudy said dryly. "See
what I mean? There seem to be fused copper and selenium strands running
through this area here, as well as traces of other unidentified metals. If
I had to guess, the chamber had disintegrated part of the target, and was
processing the energized molecules when the inductor burned out. Those few
bits of metal returned to normal right THERE, in the middle of the blown
circuit, and followed the electron trail, creating a new circuit where the
old one had blown out. This isn't the inductor we designed, but the accident
seemed to create one of its own." Rudy turned to his boss, seeing the surprise
on her face, her wheels turning as she processed this unforeseen development.
"Hmmm. Well if you're right, these melded materials have created an
inductor component of its own. The circuit is complete again, and its even
holding a charge." Jennifer thought carefully. "I have no idea what this will
do to the motherboard," she said finally. "But as its literally fused into
place anyway, we might as well activate it and see what we get." If nothing
else, the intense power charge might burn out the hunk of half-molten metal,
removing their problem for them.
"Okay here goes!" Rudy called, flipping the breaker on the emergency
cut-off switch, powering the circuits again. The lights in the room dimmed
as the power drained into the chamber, everything glowing with a soft blue
light as strands of blue lightning jump from probe to probe, enveloping
the target materials fully. Entranced by the light show, Jennifer walked
closer, gazing in delight at the sight of over a year's hard work and toil
coming to fruition. Unfortunately, the target was stable and sound within
the field, and showed no signs of disappearing.
"What the hell? It's not working!" Jennifer said, leaning forward,
letting her hand rest on the edge of the framework doorway, forgetting that
the frame was in fact part of the circuitry. A bolt of blue lightning struck
her full on, lifting her three feet into the air, and depositing her neatly
on the laboratory floor. Her scream of surprise and terror died in her throat
as she slumped unconscious to the cold floor. Moving quickly, Rudy shut down
the power, and ran to his unmoving boss.
'Oh shit, what have I done?' he thought to himself. 'I've really
done it now! There's no telling what the chamber's energy might have done to
her!'Placing a hand to her chest, he sighed with relief feeling her heart
beating normally, her chest rising and falling with each breath of air. At
least she was alive. "Uhhhh," she moaned weakly, her eyes fluttering open.
Her face turned from a look of surprise to a look of horror and anger as her
eyes focused on Rudy's hand on her chest. "What...the fuck?" she said, pushing
herself up onto her feet. "Trying to take advantage of me while I was down,
Rudy?" she said, coming fully awake again. "That's the last straw! First
you nearly fry me with my own creation, THEN you feel me up while I'm out
cold! You are OUT of here, Rudy! Terminated! Consider yourself FIRED!"
"Fired? Me?" Rudy said incredulously. "For trying to feel you up? Let
me tell you something, Dr. Bristol, I wouldn't touch you if you were the
last woman on earth! I was only checking to see if you were alright, not
feeling you up! You are biggest, most irrepressible BITCH I have ever
' Bitch...bitch...you are the biggest BITCH...most irrepressible
BITCH...BITCH BITCH BITCH...' The words echoed eerily in her ears, sinking
deep into her mind, as everything else faded into non-existence. Suddenly,
the room came back into focus again. Jennifer glanced up at Rudy, letting
the anger and frustration she had felt a moment before return. She felt a
growl stirring in her throat, as her lips curled back. Bitch. She was a bitch,
the biggest and baddest bitch he had ever seen, and she was angry.
"Huh? What the hell---what's wrong with you Doctor Bristol? Why are
you on the ground like that? What the FUCK---" Rudy barely managed to get his
arm up in time to block her attack. The woman pounced on him, growling,
sinking fingernails deep into his flesh, blood, all the while trying
to sink her teeth into his throat. "Get off me!" Rudy screamed hysterically,
fighting for his life, and to his surprise the woman-dog did just that,
moving off him immediately, still growling and sullen. "What the hell is
wrong with you? Did that machine scramble your brains or what?"
Something suddenly 'clicked' in his mind at that point, as he had
an epiphany. The discharge from the machine, frying her synapses, altering
her mind ever so slightly. She had passed out, but had seemed perfectly
fine when she had awakened. She had blown her temper at him, which was
also normal. He had then reacted, telling her she was a bitch, and within
seconds, she had dropped to all fours, growling and snapping like some
rabid canine. He had freaked, then yelling at her to get off him, and
just as immediately, she had complied, even though she still looked like
she wanted to rip him to pieces. It appeared that whatever her told her
became her reality, accepted by her mind as the truth. An interesting
theory, but one he needed to test to be certain.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to be mistaken. You're NOT a bitch after all,
my dear. In fact, you are the loveliest woman I've ever seen. Dr. Jennifer
Bristol, you are indeed all woman." The confused woman shook her head,
glassy eyes blinking, as she straightened up, moving back on two legs.
'Good,' he thought to himself. 'But she still looks angry.' "Now,
I KNOW you're not still mad at me, Doctor. Surely, you're not. In fact,
there's nothing to be upset about at all. Nothing happened in the past
few minutes to even get you upset...I'll bet you can't even remember
what all the fuss was about, now can you?"
"Huh?" Jennifer replied, shaking her fuzzy head. It felt as if her
thoughts were sluggish, moving through wet cement to reach her brain. "I
don't understand. What...what happened? How did I get down here in the
lab? Rudy, what's going on here?"
Success! Barely able to hide his excitement, he walked over to the
dazed scientist, pulling her over to a stool. "It's okay, Dr. Bristol. The
machine shorted out a bit while we were examining the circuit I told you about,
remember? It shocked you, and you passed out for a while. You seem a little
confused, but I'm sure the more you think on it, the more you'll remember
exactly what I just said as it happened."
The glazed look faded slowly, as his words became reality in her mind.
"Y...yes. Yes! As a matter of fact I do. Boy, I was lucky! I could have
been killed!" she exclaimed. She walked back over to the circuit board,
frowning. "Do you know what caused the discharge? And what is all of this
...whatever-it-is in there? It looks like material from the target melded
into the burnt out inductor!"
"I think you're right, Doctor. But enough about that for now. Come
over here and rest, I think you are still a bit woozy from the shock.
Jennifer shook her head. "Don't be silly, Rudy, I'm perfectly fine.
I want to see what went wrong here."
Rudy frowned. It wasn't working anymore. She should have obeyed his
command to return and sit down, feeling weak and woozy. Perhaps the effects
of the shock were only temporary? It was risky, but he'd have to give her
another jolt. "Hmm, you're probably right, Doctor," he said, thinking
quickly, moving silently across the room to the circuit breaker. "If those
are strands of target material, maybe you should examine the target to see
if there's been any...ummmm...degradation?"
"Good idea, Rudy," she said, walking over to the chamber. As she stepped
across the threshold, she turned back to glance at him. "Just make sure the
unit doesn't activate while I'm insi--"
At that moment, Rudy flipped the switch, powering up the chamber, sending
another bolt of blue lightning arcing into Dr. Bristol. Hair standing on end,
her body engulfed in the energy, she looked like some dark vision, an avenging
angel surrounded by heavenly bolts. Rudy held the power for a few moments more,
then rushed over to his 'angel' as she crumpled to the floor. "Dr. Bristol,"
he said, lightly slapping her face. "Speak to me. Are you alright?"
Her eyes fluttered for a moment or two, then opened, with that same
distorted, glassy stare that she had worn moments after the last shock.
"Mmmm...what? The machine! I...I was hit...by the energy from the machine,"
she sputtered, trying to rise to her feet. She glanced up at her assistant
in horror. "Rudy, what did you do? What have you done to me?"
The once mild-mannered assistant smiled wickedly, letting a hand
gently caress the woman's cheek. All of the months of abuse, of being
dominated and humiliated at the hands of this beautiful woman came
roaring back to him then, and he remembered how GOOD it had felt to take
charge, to let his anger flow through when he had silenced her whining and
bitching and COMMANDED her to come down to the lab NOW. The worm had turned,
and it was about to travle far and free. "Nothing yet, my dear. Absolutely
nothing. But donít worry, the night is young."
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Personal log. Rudy Camden, research assistant for TransCorp
transportation research and development. Completely by accident, I have
discovered a process of completely controlling and dominating the mind
of any subject I wish. The transportation device, known with this division
as the Trans-4 system, was modified slightly, through an unforeseen circuit
failure in testing, fusing the circuit with foreign material strands of
various metals. The modified circuitry creates a type of energy that
affects only the human brain, scrambling electrical impulses, leaving
the subject severely susceptible to the power of suggestion. In short, the
subject will do whatever they are told, become whatever they are told
they are, and remember only what they are instructed to.
My unwitting subject, Dr. Jennifer Bristol, has been exposed to this
energy several times within the past three days. The effects are always
the same: temporary unconsciousness, followed by a period of disorientation,
followed by the before mentioned vulnerable state. This mental state lasts
for precisely half an hour, no more, no less. Afterwards, the subject's
mental faculties return to normal; however, any changes made in the
person's thinking or behavior remain permanent. Repeated exposure to the
energy thus far has shown no adverse side effects, and no damage to the
subject has been recorded.
It is my belief that this technology can be of great use to TransCorp
and possibly to the government, however, the limits of this technology and
the specific effects are still unknown. Further tests need to be done,
and on other subjects. I intend to report all my subsequent findings in
further logs, however it must be made clear that the final word on this
technology lies within my hands. In the wrong hands, this could be
disastrous. The effects of this new energy could have global repercussions.
I must be absolutely sure before I release the specs on this project. Rudy
Camden, research assistant for TransCorp transportation research and
development, signing off."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rudy shut off the recorder, sighing contentedly. In three short days,
things had changed dramatically in his life. Dr. Bristol, his boss, was
literally a new woman. He had remade the stuffy annoying bitch over into a
nicer, more submissive version. She was now a delight to work with, and a
pleasure to command. "Mmmm...Jenny darling, that's enough for now," he rasped
softly, pulling the beautiful up from his very satisfied cock. "You
have work to do, my little slave. The project head still wants a working
model as soon as possible," he reminded her chidingly.
Dr. Bristol smiled submissively, wiping her mouth. "Yes, of course,
how silly of me," she said with a girlish giggle. "I get so carried away
sometimes. If I finish the prototype today can I...ummm...you know," she
said shyly, looking down at the floor. Rudy smiled. His new slave never
seemed to lose her wariness about a man's cock, despite his reconditioning
of her sexuality---that had been a real surprise to him. Now, she always
seemed at war with her own feelings, repulsed and disgusted with sex
with a man, yet because of his control of her mind, craving it, needing it,
and wanting it with a passion. It made for an interesting sex life, however,
so Rudy left her that way.
"Yes, if you hurry and finish, Rudy said idly, looking through a
collection of tapes. One in particular caught his eye, and he smiled
as his obedient little boss sashayed out of the office. Slipping the tape
into the nearest monitor, he pushed PLAY.
The screen filled with Dr. Bristol's first conditioning session. The
beautiful sat on a stool in the middle of the chamber, the
locked onto her face. Rudy, off in the background, could not be seen, but
his voice could be clearly heard.
"Jennifer, can you hear me?"
"Yes, of course. But how many times must I tell you, not to call me
Jennifer? Its Doctor Bristol at the workplace, Rudy."
A chuckle. "Oh my dear doctor, I don't think you mean that. In fact,
I think you LIKE it when I call you by your first name. You want me to call
you Jennifer, don't you?"
The figure in the chair stiffened slightly, her mouth moving, mouthing
unspoken words. Then she relaxed again, blinking, and turning to face the
camera. "Yes, you're right. It IS nice to hear you say my name. Let's just
dispense with all the formalities and just call me Jenny. I'd like that."
"Very good Jenny. Okay, now I want you to answer the questions I'm
about to ask you, honesty, and immediately. You will not lie or omit anything,
in fact you will find it IMPOSSIBLE to lie or omit anything in response to
my questions. And you must answer me...no keeping silent, Jenny."
"But...but that's not fair!" she protested, looking uncomfortable. "I
don't want to talk to you about my personal life! Let me out of here this
instant, this little talk is over---"
"No, Jenny, its just begun," he replied calmly. "You're not leaving
here, not until I release you. And you DO want to talk to me. You want to
tell me anything I ask, and you're happy for the chance. We really don't
get the chance to really TALK often enough."
"No...don't want to..." she managed, before her eyes rolled up into
her head. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a smile made its way across them.
Coming back to herself, she nodded briskly. "Oh yes. I do so want to talk
to you, Rudy. There's so much we don't know about each other, so much I
really haven't shared. What do you want to know? Of course, you can ask
"Good. Are you in a relationship with anyone at the moment."
"No." She looked really uncomfortable.
"Ah, too bad. Did you have a recent break-up or something?"
A deep sigh. "Jenny, how about a bit more input. Yes and No answers
aren't very helpful."
"Yes, I broke up with my...lover. We had been together for three
years, but we had a big fight about two months ago and haven't spoken
"Oh, I see. What was his name?"
Jennifer shook her head. "It wasn't a him, it was a her. Her name
A woman?!? "Jennifer...your lover was a woman?"
"Yes, of course. I'm a lesbian, Rudy. Didn't you guess that by now?"
"No, of course not!" he replied hotly. "How was I to know? You never
said anything, and you were adamant about not talking about personal lives
in the workplace before. And besides, you seemed to delight in flirting with
me and the other in the research department!"
"That was all part of the fun. The whole allure of teasing a man,
showing him what he can't have. Susan and I used to spend our night
together, joking about how many propositions we had gotten from obsessed
men that day." Sigh. "Now that she's gone, it doesn't seem quite as much
"I should think not. Well Jennifer, this is your lucky day. I'm
going to help you with your little problem. As of now, you're going to love
men. Now, I will not deprive you of your own deep passions, your love for
women can remain, but from now on you are bi-sexual. Got that? You love
cock. In fact, the thought of being so close to me, with my hard cock,
makes you hot, doesn't it? Makes you want to feel it inside you, right
Jennifer's face turned into a scowl. "No fucking way! I'd rather die
than feel that slimy piece of shit inside me! Me, fuck a man? I don't think
so, Rudy. You can go jack yourself off for all I care---its the closest you'll
come to getting in between my legs!"
"Shit! Its thirty minutes already?" Footsteps can be heard leaving in
the background, then silence. A second later, Jennifer screams as the unit
roars to life, striking her with blue bolts of energy, knocking her out.
The sound of footsteps return, just as Jennifer moans, rolling her head
slightly to the side as she comes awake. "Now, then, Jenny my dear, shall
Jennifer's eyes focused blearily on her tormentor. Seeing he had her
attention, he began again. "Jennifer, repeat after me, as my words sink
into your mind, becoming reality. You like men."
"I...I l-l-like men."
"You love men."
"You love cock."
"I love cock."
"You love to suck it, deep throat it, and be fucked by it."
"I love to suck it. I love to deep throat it. I love to be fucked by it."
"Good girl. Now for the most important part. You love Rudy."
"I love Rudy."
"Rudy is your friend, your lover, your Master."
"Rudy is my friend. Rudy is my lover. Rudy is my Master."
"Very good, doctor. Remember that. Rudy is your Master, and you love to
submit to him, to fulfill his wishes. You live to serve him, to please him, to
pleasure him. And you love nothing better than the feeling of his glorious cock
inside you, in your mouth, your pussy, or your ass---whichever your Master
"Rudy...is my Master...love to submit...his wishes...live to serve him,
please him...pleasure him...mmmmm...love his glorious cock...in my mouth, my
pussy, my ass."
"Very good, Jennifer. I'm proud of you. Now I want you to do something
for me. I want you to remove your clothes for me, and play with yourself. By
doing this you will please me very much. And Jennifer, pleasing me gives you
sexual pleasure. Yes, everytime you submit to me, or serve me in some way, you
will feel yourself getting more and more aroused, wetter, and hotter in your
pretty little snatch. Everything you do at my command makes you feel like
you're about to come, but Jenny my dear, you cannot come...you WILL NEVER
come, unless I give you permission."
A whimper escaped the poor girl's lips as she shed her clothing, sitting
back down, nude, on the stool. Her hands began stroking and caressing her soft
slender body all over, teasing her nipples into hard little peaks, before
sliding downwards to her thinly furred delta. Rudy had commanded her to play
with herself, and as she did so her pleasure and arousal continued to build,
until soon she was busy humping all ten of her fingers, moaning loudly, trying
to find release. "Ohhh...oh oh ooh...please Rudy...I can't...I can't come. I
need to come so badly...please Rudy!"
"That's it, my little slave, beg me to let you come," Rudy said huskily.
Off camera, he was naked now as well, stroking his enlarged dick with both
hands as he watched his boss perform for him.
"Please Rudy, let me come...I need it so badly...please Rudy, please!"
"No, you can do better than that, Jenny. Beg me like a slave! That's
what you are, you know, my slave! Now beg me real good and maybe I'll take
care of that hot little for you, and give you the release you want so
Jennifer was going out of her mind with need. Her hands were like
mindless automatons at her pussy, working with a mind of their own to
bring her off. But she couldn't, not without her Master. Her Master. That
was it, what she needed to come. Suddenly she realized what was wrong, what
she had been missing. "Please Master," she begged, tears in her eyes. "Please
fuck me! Slide your big cock inside me, stick me good and hard like
the little slut I am! I beg for your fat rod, Master, I beg to be fucked and
violated by your almighty dick! me open on that monster, please!" she
Unable to resist, Rudy stepped into the picture, taking Jenny to the
floor, mounting her, and putting her through her paces. After bringing
her to the razor's edge of bliss a few times, he relented and allowed her
to come, letting her scream and thrash her pleasure, until her very wet
juices ran down their legs in a puddle on the floor. Satisfied, and fully
sated, Rudy pulled himself up from the dazed and exhausted woman, smiling
wickedly. "Jenny, my little slave," he gasped breathlessly, "this is how
its going to be from now on. Work will resume as always, but from now on,
in private, you will service your Master whenever he wishes it. Now, get
cleaned up and dressed, we have work to do."
In the control room, Rudy sighed softly, shutting off the tape. Just
as it had the many other times he watched it, the tape had excited him. As
soon as she returned from working on a miniature version of the mind-control
device, slave jenny was in for another good fucking.
Outside the office, down in the lab, Dr. Bristol was working furiously,
soldering the tiny components into the small hand-held prototype they had
designed. Her mind buzzed with her Master's voice, promises of blissful sex
and untold pleasures echoing in the caverns of her mind. Deep down, she knew
what he had done to her, molding her, shaping her into his image, turning
her into his helpless slut. Even as she worked on a device capable of doing
the same to others, she was unable to resist. Thanks to their latest 'session'
she no longer had even the desire to resist. Inside, she was still herself,
still Dr. Jennifer Bristol, but slave jenny was in control now, and Jennifer
found herself luxuriating in her new persona. Never before had she felt so
free, so uninhibited, so stress free. Things were so important to Jennifer
no longer mattered to slave jenny. Her only desire was to please her Master,
and perhaps receive his pleasure in return. Her clitty jumped with the
thought, and she hurriedly began soldering more circuits.
Just finishing, jenny turned to see the door open, and her superior
in the company, Dr. Crystal Huumes stormed in. "Dr. Bristol!" she said loudly.
"THERE you are! I have been ringing your office for the past five days now,
trying to get an update on the project. I hope you have good news for me,
Doctor, because the board is seriously considering suspending the project
and cutting its losses. Including you."
Slave jenny frowned. This was a problem. Dr. Huumes wanted to shut
down the funding for the project. But her Master had given them a NEW project,
a top-secret agenda, and one word from Crystal Huumes would put it all in
jeopardy. Somehow she had to stall her. "Um, yes, yes of course, Crystal,"
she said quickly, smiling at her boss. "I have been busy finishing up a few
loose ends, and documenting all the trial runs. Everything should be just
about ready to show the board."
"Good. I'll let them know the good news," Crystal said, tritely, turning
to go. Jennifer reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"Wait! Not so fast, Doctor," Dr. Bristol said with a smile. "Don't you
think you could come and see the machine in action while you're here? It's
really quite amazing to see up close. And it would give you something more
concrete to give the Board, don't you think?"
"Bah, I don't think so. I have my own projects to attend to," she replied
turning to leave once more. "Just send the files and documentation, and the
Board will be satisfied. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm late for another
Dr. Bristol's hand closed on the handle of the mini-unit she had just
finished creating. "Wait!" she called out to her boss, who turned yet again,
anger evident in her expression. That expression rapidly changed to surprise
them fear as Jennifer Bristol brought the small device to bear on Crystal's
chest. "This is something you should really stick around for, Crystal."
"Have you gone mad? What is that thing you're pointing at me?"
Slave jenny smiled wickedly, feeling her nipples begin to pucker with
excitement. "Oh this? This is the first miniaturized version of the Trans-4
chamber system. It took a few days to build, but its lightweight, small,
easily concealable, and shaped like a stun-gun, it won't attract any undue
attention. What do you think?" Jennifer turned the switch on the side, and
the two probes lit up with blue energy.
"Is it safe?" Crystal asked, backing up. "How many times have you tested
"Oh, this will be the first," slave jenny replied with a laugh, as she
squeezed the trigger. A small thin bolt of blue lightning discharged, sending
Crystal Huumes to the floor. jenny smiles softly, licking her lips devilishly.
* * * * * * * * * * *
'I wonder what's keeping her?' Rudy thought to himself. He flipped a
switch, activating the surveillance system, then gasped as he saw not one
but TWO naked women on monitor three, slave jenny and some other woman, engaging
in a fast, furious, frenzy of fucking. ' What the hell? Where did she come
from?' he thought, getting to his feet and hurrying down the stairs to the
circuit room. "Jenny!" he bellowed. "Jenny, what is going on in here? Who the
fuck is...is...oh shit! Dr. Huumes!!"
The slender redhead didn't answer, her mouth and tongue busily working
away at slave jenny's hot wet snatch. Giggling and moaning, jenny managed to
gasp out, "ohhhh..mmmm..oh don't stop...I'm sorry Master...tee heee, hehehe..
but she only answers to the name..the...the..oh shit oh shit oh shhhiiiittt!!
MMMMMMMMM!!! She only answers to the name...'pussy slave' now! Tee heee..."
Rudy shook his head, trying to fight the sheer eroticism of the scene
before him---trying and failing. Rubbing his growing bulge he asked, "What
happened? How did she get here, and how...did she get like THIS?"
Seeing her Master's need, slave jenny moved her hands to unzip his pants,
pulling out his fabulous cock, and answered between and licking his
oh-so-sweet member. "Mmmm...well she...*slurp* came in suddenly...mmmmm...to
see what...*slurp* progress me made...mmmmm...on the chamber. *slurp* She was
*lick lick lick* going to go back to the Board of Directors...mmmmmm...if I
hadn't stopped her...*lick lick lick* so I did the only thing...mmmm...I could
think of...*slurp* I used the device."
Rudy sighed deeply, in pleasure at the tender ministrations of his little
slave. Cock or pussy, slave jenny had one talented mouth, and could well please
either. "Uuummmm...that's fantastic news, my slave! Excellent. But from now on,
only I am to operate the device, do you understand? You are never to use it."
Rudy felt the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He had forgotten to limit
jenny's use of the device. Without such a command, jenny could easily have
reversed the tables on him, making HIM her eager little slave-slut. In fact,
in the next 'session' he would have to remove all knowledge of the device and
how it works.
Unfortunately, at that moment, several things happened at once. The two
mind-altered slave girls, nearing their climax, were given sexual release. As
Rudy came hard in her pussy, he let slave jenny come, and she in turn whispered
the magic phrase to allow her own slut, slave, to climax. All three of
them were deep in orgasm, lost to the world, when the doors opened suddenly,
and about ten security entered. In his hurry to locate Jennifer, he had
switched on ALL the surveillance equipment, including the out-going signal to
the guard building. It took several minutes before the startled guards were
able to leave the erotic scene before them and charge the building. After the
little 'incidents' with the supposed victims of Dr. Specten, they were on
alert to act upon any strange or unusual activity, especially rampant sexual
behavior. The three people were led away in handcuffs, still naked, where
they would be given a psychiatric evaluation. Most likely they would all be
terminated, and would DEFINITELY end up patients at the TransCorp run mental
facility, Bellview Mental Hospital.
To his chagrin, Rudy was separated from his two new slaves, and despite
all his efforts to the otherwise, he was unable to get free to see them. The
miniature device, an unknown piece of equipment, was locked away with the rest
of the project and moth-balled. The chamber itself was dismantled, and the
project was deemed an abysmal failure. Still Rudy did not mind too much. As
his predecessor, Dr. Specten had learned, all things come to those who wait.
He merely had to be patient, and upon his release, he could continue with
his experiments. 'Yes,' thought to himself, 'this is not the end. They
haven't seen the last of me, by any means! This is simply a little vacation
for me...a chance to rest and unwind. But I'll be back. COUNT ON IT!'
<<<<The end...for now!>>>>>