Boosters

Continuing the story of Jeanine and Marisa begun in “25/Hour”...


You will obey us. Always.

“I will obey you...always.”

You will recruit for us. Women like yourself. Attractive. Smart. Unattached.

“I will recruit for you...women like me...attractive...smart...unattached.”

You will use the tools we provide. And the method we have taught.

“I will use the tools you provide...and the method you have taught.”

You will not consciously remember anything that we have told you. Or that we have done to you. But you will act on everything as we have instructed you.

“I won’t consciously remember anything that you have told me...or that you have done to me...but I will act on everything as you have instructed me.”


* * * * *


Jeanine woke with a start. The dream--that same dream--was fresh in her mind for once. She quickly reached for the nightstand, where she had placed a pencil and a notepad. Grabbing both, she sat up and put point to paper.

And then, it was gone. Yet again, she could remember nothing of the dream. She couldn’t even decide if it was a nightmare or something pleasant. She just knew that she had it almost every night, and that she woke from it feeling like there was something she should know.

Frustrated, but unable to remember even the slightest detail, she returned the pencil and pad to the nightstand. Then she sank back down beneath the covers. She needed to go back to sleep. Today would be busy. Marisa would be over later to help her with the project, and she would need to be well rested and focused.


* * * * *


Marisa knocked on the door. From inside the apartment, she heard a faint come in! She opened the door, stepped inside, announced herself, and closed the door. Slipping off her sandals and leaving them on a mat by the entranceway, she walked into the living room.

Jeanine sat there on the floor, wearing a tank top, sweat pants, and no shoes. Splayed around her were an opened parcel box, packing materials, and various electronic components.

“Hey,” Marisa said, entering the room.

“Hey,” Jeanine said back. “The package came today. I’ve opened it, and I’m assembling the pieces now. It’s a bit complex, and there aren’t any written instructions. But I feel like I know what I’m doing.”

“Great. I’ll help. And I brought the rest of the stuff. We won’t need it until one of the girls comes over. But I figured it’s better to have everything together over here.”

“Good thinking.”

Marisa sat down opposite Jeanine and picked up a couple of the components. Without saying anything else, the two friends began putting pieces together and connecting wires. Though neither of them had seen the object they were building before, they worked together fluidly, as if constructing such a thing was second nature for them.

In about 20 minutes, they had finished. They looked up and grinned at one another triumphantly.

“Not bad,” Jeanine said.

“Not nearly as difficult as I thought it would be,” Marisa said. “Now we just need to figure out where to use it.”

“Right. In the bedroom?”

“Sure.”

“Mounted over the chair or the bed?”

“Hm. What kind of chair?”

“I’ll show you.”

Jeanine got up and walked to the bedroom. Marisa followed her. Inside, Jeanine pointed out a small reclining armchair set in the corner, near the foot of the bed.

“I think the chair will work,” Marisa said.. “We can sit on the bed and watch.”

“Sounds good. And you said you brought the restraints?”

“Yeah. They’re padded wrist and ankle cuffs attached to adjustable straps. Normal low-end kink gear. They’ll work with the chair just fine.”

“Cool. Then, we’re all set.”

“We just need to pick someone.”

“Yeah,” Jeanine said, then, as if in a sudden daze, “a woman…”

As she spoke, Marisa said the same words at the same speed and intonation.

“...like us...attractive...smart...unattached.”

The two women paused for moment, their eyes wide and their faces blank. Then, as if nothing strange had happened, they snapped back to normal.

“How about Kellie?” Marisa asked.

“I was thinking of her, too,” Jeanine said. “She’s really cute. And she recently broke up with her boyfriend, so she’s single. But she probably won’t be for long.”

“Agreed. So we’ll need to act fast. How about we invite her to a girls’ night over here on Friday? Drinks, food, music, chatting. She’s a lightweight, so we’ll give her a bit more to drink than she’s used to...”

“Which will make her nice and compliant, or better still, sleepy…”

“Then off to the bedroom for a sit with her feet up in the comfy chair…”

“And that will be that.”

The two friends smiled at one another. They had the device, they had their plan, and soon they’d have their new recruit.


* * * * *


Kellie thought a night with her girl friends sounded great.

She arrived at Jeanine’s place at 7:30, bearing a bottle of wine and a box of biscotti. Seeing her in a stylish blouse, tight jeans, and stiletto pumps, Jeanine and Marisa both knew they had chosen their unknowing recruit well.

Jeanine invited Kellie in and entreated her to take off her shoes, kick back, and have a drink. Marisa then approached, a drink in hand for the new arrival. Kellie happily accepted the drink, but declined to remove her pumps. Her reasons included loving how they looked on her and a lack of opportunities to wear them much since her break-up. Although both barefoot themselves, neither Jeanine, nor Marisa argued the point with her. Instead, they ushered her into the living room to begin the evening’s fun.

Drinks flowed over the course of the night, although Jeanine and Marisa sipped more and finished less than Kellie did. Whenever the guest’s glass was low, one of them was there to refill it. Kellie didn’t seem to notice that she was the only one who was getting tipsy and then outright drunk. She only cared that she was having a good time with her friends.

After a few hours, Kellie found herself to be several sheets to the wind. She got up to go to the bathroom and stumbled her way there. Jeanine and Marisa waited outside the door, and when Kellie emerged, they suggested that she take it easy for a while. Did she perhaps want a nap, or at least a lie-down to recover? That might not be a bad idea, Kellie agreed.

Escorting her to the bedroom, Jeanine and Marisa led her to the armchair. Kellie momentarily wondered what the odd machine mounted above the chair was. But then, before she knew it, she was sitting down, facing away from it, and she didn’t really care any more.

Jeanine reclined the chair, and Marisa took off Kellie’s pumps.

“Hey,” Kellie said, flexing her now bare feet. “I like those shoes. I want to wear those shoes. Don’t steal my shoes. You can borrow my shoes, I guess. We can wear them together. Where are my shoes?”

Focused on Marisa and amused by her own nonsensicalness, she didn’t immediately notice as Jeanine began securing her wrists to the chair with the bondage straps. Only when the soft lining of the cuffs tickled her arms did she realize that something else was happening.

“Hey,” Kellie said, this time to Jeanine. “What are you...why are you...hey…”

Then, as she felt more straps go around her ankles, she turned her attention back to Marisa.

“What is this? Is this some kind of fetish thing? Because if it is, you need my permission. Without my permission, you can’t do whatever you’re doing. But you do have my permission, I guess. I like fetish things. And besides, you both are sexy, and I don’t have a boyfriend, so you’re all the action I’m going to get. Permission granted. What are you doing?”

Jeanine and Marisa both stepped back from their bound friend and took seats on the bed.. Kellie squirmed and pulled against the restraints, but more in a curious way than in any real attempt to get lose.

“Will they hold?” Jeanine said.

“Yeah,” Marisa said. “She’s not going anywhere.”

“All right. Then we can start.”

“Why don’t you do the honors?”

Marisa handed her friend a small remote control. Accepting it, Jeanine pressed a button on the unit.

Above Kellie’s head, LED lights came to life on the wall-mounted object. Kellie looked up at it, trying to determine what it was.

“Is that a salon hair dryer?” she asked. “Or a really weird Tiffany lamp? Or is it another part of your fetish getup? I didn’t know you guys were into bondage. I’m not really into it, honestly. If you weren’t hotties, and if I wasn’t drunk, and if I wasn’t already tied up, and if you weren’t really hot, I wouldn’t let you tie me up, and I certainly wouldn’t let you do to me whatever that thing does. But you have my permission because I gave you my permission. so...oh, wow, it’s moving down…”

The helmet-like object slowly moved down along a track mounted on the wall. In a moment, it slid over Kellie’s head, covering her scalp, eyes, ears, and most of her nose.

“Oh, wow…” she said again.

A low hum started up inside the helmet, and a light shone from within it. In time with each other, the hum and the light faded out and in.

“Oh...oh...oh my gosh,” Kellie said. “This feels weird. This feels...I don’t...please...no...no...I...oh…”

Now she pulled against the restraints in earnest, trying to escape them and the helmet that made her head feel so strange. Jeanine sucked in a breath, hoping the straps would hold. Marisa simply watched, more confident that Kellie was securely held. And indeed, the captive girl was secure. Her struggles yielded no results, and the helmet continued its work.

Soon, Kellie’s utterings grew even more incoherent. And then, they stopped altogether. At the same time, her physical struggles ceased, and she sat passively in the chair, as the helmet’s mechanisms pulsed rhythmically.

“The hard part’s done,” Marisa said. “Now we wait.”

“It should take about an hour,” Jeanine said. “The remote will buzz when the process completes.”

“I wonder what Kellie will be like when she’s brainwashed.”

“Hm. I think she’ll act like she’s in a trance initially. That’s when we program her to do what we need her to do. But then, afterwards, she’ll act normally when she’s not given a direct command or following an instruction.”

“Of course, she’ll still be drunk.”

“Yeah, for the rest of the evening probably.”

“All right,” Marisa said. “How about we watch some TV while we wait?”

“Sounds good.”

The two friends went back into the living room and turned on the TV. Fifty-two minutes later, the remote control for the helmet buzzed.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Jeanine said, as they walked back to the bedroom.

“Nope. Under an hour. Pretty good.”

They seated themselves on the bed again and watched as the helmet’s light and hum went from pulsing to steady, and then faded out entirely. The helmet then began to rise, moving up its track into its original position on the wall.

Now uncovered, Kellie sat in the chair with her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face. She breathed evenly, like she was asleep.

“Huh,” Marisa said. “I wonder if the process feels good.”

“I don’t know,” Jeanine said, then thinking about it for a moment and almost remembering something from a dream, “Yes...yes, I think it does.”

“Anyway, let’s wake her up and see if it worked.”

Together, they moved to the chair and undid the straps from Kellie’s wrists and ankles. Then, Jeanine gently shook the unbound girl. Kellie opened her eyes and looked up at her two friends.

“Can you hear me, Kellie?” Jeanine asked.

“Yes, I can hear you,” Kellie said, her eyes wide and distant.

“You’re going to listen to us and do whatever we tell you,” Marisa said.

“I’m going to listen to you and do whatever you tell me.”

Jeanine and Marisa exchanged glances and nodded.

“She’s ready,” Marisa said.

“Yep,” Jeanine said.

They turned back to Kellie. Then, their own eyes widened, and their faces went blank. All three women now wore similarly empty expressions. Jeanine and Marisa took orderly turns saying things to Kellie. They said things that had been said to them previously, things about obedience, recruitment, tools, and memory.

After each thing told to her, Kellie responded affirmatively that she understood. This went on for several minutes. And then, when they had said everything that they needed to, Jeanine and Marisa awoke out of their trance. Kellie remained as she was.

“I think that went well,” Jeanine said.

“Yeah,” Marisa said. “Now, we let her come out of it on her own. And we go from there.”


* * * * *


Kellie emerged from the bedroom the next morning. She yawned, stretched, and then greeted Jeanine and Marisa, who sat at the dining room table.

“Coffee?” Jeanine said, offering Kellie a cup.

“Thanks,” Kellie said, gratefully accepting it.

“How are you feeling?” Marisa asked. “You had a lot to drink last night.”

“I’m okay. Thanks for letting me sleep it off. It’s what I needed. By the way, have you seen my shoes?”

“Nope,” Marisa said, looking away.

“Oh, well. I guess I’m barefootin’ it for a while.”

“So, what are your plans for today?” Jeanine asked Kellie.

“Actually, I thought I’d hang out with you guys some more, if that’s okay.”

“Sure,” Marisa said.

“Hey, you guys know Lisa, right?”

Jeanine and Marisa both nodded.

“Well, I was thinking…”

“What?” Jeanine asked.

“She’s bright, she’s pretty, and even though she dates a lot of guys, she’s perpetually single. I think...she would make a good recruit.”

The three women all looked at one another. They smiled and began to make plans.