More Sleepy Adventures - Part 17
Sara
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The Gadgeteer kept one finger on the "activate" button of her
remote as she allowed Jill to wake from her drugged sleep. She wasn't
sure how well her earbuds would work, and didn't want to risk being
asphyxiated by the former villainess. Slowly the young woman began to
rouse, she blinked, looking dazed and confused. Then she focussed on
The Gadgeteer who tensed, waiting for her reaction.
"Hello Gadgets", Jill slurred slightly, "what's happening to
me?"
The villainess relaxed slightly, "Aren't you angry being all tied
up like that Jill?"
"No ... I don't think so ... Its really nice being all tied up and
naked isn't it Gadgets?"
The woman appeared slightly confused, but so far had remained
completely calm. The Gadgeteer tried one last question, "So you
don't want to do anything bad to me Jill?"
"No Gadgets ... never do anything harm Gadgets ..."
"Okay Jill, I'm going to let you have some more of my wonderful
drugs now, wont that be nice?"
"Yes ... so nice ... show how much thank you ..." the captive woman
whispered as The Confectioner's formula once more flowed through her
veins.
Several minutes later, using another of her anti-gravity discs, The
Gadgeteer had moved Jill onto her prototype Programmer. The young woman
was chained kneeling against a metal framework. Her wrists and ankles
secured. Directly in front of her, was a large display screen,
currently showing just a small blinking cursor.
The villainess took her time, carefully easing the large vibrator into
her already moist sex. Once she had it in place, she shortened Jill's
ankle chains, making sure that no matter how hard she pulled, she would
not be able to pull it completely out. All the while she worked, The
Gadgeteer fought hard, determined not to look at Jill's face, her
dazed, calm expression and her glassy eyes.
She had to get a grip on herself, the whole process was making her so
hot. Part of her wanted to join Jill where she was now, to impale her
own body on another vibrator and let herself be seduced into darkness
while she ground her body against her fellow captive. She needed a cold
shower the villainess chided herself. Focus on the job at hand, plenty
of time for playing later.
The Gadgeteer finally got her ardour under control, at least for the
moment. She took Jill gently by the chin, and lifted her head. With a
soft "click" she locked her collar to the metal framework, holding
her head up, eyes directly towards the screen. Then she activated the
vibrator and watched longingly as the woman began to press herself down
on its long shaft.
All that remained was for her to start up the training program. But she
couldn't resist leaning forward and stealing a soft, lingering kiss
before she did so. The girl's tongues met and for a moment the
villainess lost herself. Jill was making soft noises, enjoying her
stimulation and she eagerly returned The Gadgeteer's kiss. Finally,
the villainess reluctantly drew back, gently stroked Jill's hair and
then with a last, sad glance, she started the program.
...
The Anaesthetist watch from his observation room as the two women
kissed deeply. The good doctor Castle had suggested that even such a
small action might transfer enough drug to have an affect on someone.
The villain decided to risk another experiment. He altered the controls
for his lair's broadcast system, making any messages barely
perceivable. Then he sent a simple message throughout the base.
"You want to wear your collar while you watch her squirm!"
Then, he sat back and waited to see if anything would happen.
...
A strange squark came from the room's speakers, causing The Gadgeteer
to jump. She made a mental note to recheck the system, before returning
her attention to her captive. Whirling patterns of light played over
Jill's face. She gazed, slack mouthed into the display, hidden
messages burying themselves deeply into her brain. The villainess had
written the program especially for her, removing some of The
Anaesthetist's instructions and replacing them with what she
considered to be much more gentle commands.
This had never worked before of course, but with this new drug, it
seemed possible that they would make a breakthrough. But as much as she
tried to remain distant and analytical, the young woman's mind kept
drifting onto more pleasurable and erotic themes. She had to admit that
Jill looked beautiful as she was, drugged, chained, naked and helpless.
She could imagine her program, burrowing into her defenceless brain,
rewriting, altering, manipulating.
Something hard brushed against her arm and looking down she saw the
collar that she had adapted earlier. Idly she wondered if she could try
a little tiny dose while she watched, the program had nearly an hour to
run after all. Not enough to knock her out, but perhaps enough to feel
nice drowsy and spaced out a little. She was about to close the collar
around her throat when she stopped short. She knew that she had already
checked it, and although that almost seemed enough, she decided it was
safer to be thorough.
Her fairly cursory check did not identify anything untoward. There was
no external sign of The Anaesthetist's interference. All the other
reservoirs remained empty and the locking mechanism was disabled. Thus
reassured, the villainess eagerly clipped the collar around her neck
and then used her remote to allow a small trickle of drug into her
system...
The Anaesthetist watched, two beautiful women vying for his attention.
Jill, naked and shackled to the Programmer, drugged into submission and
gazing with focussed attention into the hypnotic display. Her body
moving sinuously, arching and thrusting as she rode the fiendish
machine. Then, The Gadgeteer (or Emily he corrected himself), watching
her former associate as she drugged herself into sleepy arousal. A
blissful look had settled on her features and the villain marvelled at
how easily she was falling into his trap.
He quietly left his chamber, and once more made his way to the
workshop. He crossed the room quickly, plucking the remote from The
Gadgeteer's unresisting fingers. Carefully he altered the timer,
making sure that the villainess' collar would continue to administer
its injection until he told it to stop. Then, trying to ignore Jill's
moaning, he began to talk to his minion again.
"Hello again Emily", he began, his force soft but firm, "we're
going to have another little chat now, and like last time there's no
need for you to remember it consciously."
The villainess nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on Jill as she
thrashed.
"There's a good girl, you just concentrate on watching Jill being
programmed and don't worry about consciously listening to me. Just
let your unconscious mind soak up everything I say, okay Emily?"
"Yessss", the villainess sighed, her eyes glassy as they continued
to stare ahead.
"Its so nice wearing that collar isn't it Emily, how it makes you
feel?"
"Mmmmm", breathed The Gadgeteer, "so nice".
"Good girl Emily, you want to wear it more often I expect then", he
continued.
"Yessss, nice to wear it more often".
"Yes Emily, nice to wear it as much as you can".
"Yessss", she agreed
"Such a good girl Emily, and you could really wear it all the time
couldn't you?"
At this, the villainess paused, a look of confusion on her face as she
fought an internal battle against the suggestion.
Sensing her resistance, the villain continued quickly, "Doesn't
need to be working all the time does it, and you could take it off when
ever you wanted of course."
Slowly she seemed to calm, "Yessss, of course could take it off".
"And you remember how you disabled the lock don't you Emily?",
The Anaesthetist coaxed gently.
"Yessss, removed charge"
"Good girl", he congratulated, understanding that she had taken the
small pyrotechnic device out of the lock. This device would fused the
lock solid when the collar was armed, preventing easy removal. An evil
smile crossed his features, as he pondered his next move. Then, he
spoke softly to his minion once more.
"Emily, you need to focus on Jill now, just watch her and don't
worry about me until I talk to you again. Can you do that for me
Emily?"
"Yessss, focus Jill", she husked.
"Good girl!"
The Anaesthetist searched around the workshop, before finally returning
to where Emily now sat with a look of rapted attention. He placed his
salvage on the worktop beside her, then began to make some minor
adjustments to her collar. First he loaded a full syringe of The
Confectioner's green toxin into one of the empty reservoirs, then he
signalled the collar to administer this to Emily, along with the
sedative.
Once he was sure that she was receiving both drugs, the villain began
to carefully rearm the locking device. It was fiddly work, the charge
had never been designed to be inserted while the collar was worn, but
with his almost preternatural deftness, he was able to eventually get
it into place. He was tempted to fire the charge now, but suspected
that she had designed some failsafes into the system in case she was
ever forced to wear one. No, he decided, this called for subtly.
"Emily", he whispered urgently, "listen very carefully to me
now."
Immediately the woman's attention turned back to The Anaesthetist.
"Good girl Emily. You want to wear that collar all the time don't
you?"
This time there was no hesitation, "Yessss".
"Such a good girl. But you know what will happen when you wake up and
see it don't you Emily?"
The Gadgeteer blinked slowly, "Not sure, think ...", she trailed
off into silence.
"That's okay Emily. When you see it you'll think about taking it
off wont you?"
"Yessss take it off", she agreed, seemingly happier now he wasn't
asking her to do more than that.
"That's right Emily, but you don't want to take it off do you?"
"No, want wear all the time".
"Good girl. Well I think I know a way to let that happen. But
you'll have to help me Emily. Can you do that for me?"
"Yessss Good Girl"
"Yes Emily, you are such a good girl", the villain smiled, "what
I need you to do, is to forget about the collar completely. To forget
you're wearing it, to let your conscious mind ignore it totally. That
way you wont ever think about taking it off".
The villainess didn't look very confident, but she hadn't disagreed
or refused to accept his instructions so The Anaesthetist decided to
press on.
"From now on Emily, you wont consciously be aware of the collar you
now wear. If you look at yourself you will not see it, and you can
ignore the feel and weight of it. If you do find yourself trying to
think about it, you'll find your thoughts drifting onto drugs,
bondage and all those other more interesting, sexy things. You'll do
that for me now wont you Emily?"
"Yessss", she slurred, so much easier to agree now.
"Good girl Emily, now tell me, what will happen if you try to think
about your collar?"
"Think drugging bondage sexy things instead"
"Good girl, and this wont seem strange at all now will it? Just sexy
thoughts until you forget what you were trying to think about?"
"Yessss not strange"
"That's great Emily, I'm so pleased. Now, when you wake up in a
bit, I want you to let your unconscious mind remember everything
we've spoke about. You'll finish the experiment with Jill, then
come back and report to me. You don't need to worry about drugging
yourself anymore Emily, I'll be more than happy to help you, after
all, its what I do best isn't it?"
"Yessss best", she agreed eagerly.
"Good girl", he laughed, "I'll leave you too it then dear
Emily, have fun!"
Before he walked happily out of the workshop, the villain deactivated
the collar, stopping the steady flow of drugs. He knew that he would be
back in the observation room before she fully recovered and wondered
how she would react to his suggestions. Already he was composing the
script which he soon intended to show his minion, preferably while she
was comfortable strapped to the Programmer...