Mad but not Angry

He releases her chin and stands back up straight. She stares at him with wide, fearful eyes. "In a moment, I am going to step to the side." Melanie turns her head to the away, trying to get her eyes as far away from the hypno-spiral as she can.

Gerald continues, "Then you will have an unobstructed view of the hypno-spiral. You know that won't be able to avoid glancing at it. You know that it will trap your eyes. You know that you will fall into a trance and become my slave."

She stops trying to turn away and gives a sigh of complete resignation. She looks up at him with huge, sad eyes. "I just want Sarah back."

"Aren't you going to start offering me everything you own in exchange for Sarah?"

"Why bother? You'll have everything of mine anyway after you enslave me."

"Hmmm, maybe your brain isn't a complete waste of nerve cells." He switches to a quiet, almost sympathetic voice. "Sarah is mine. I have done a professional job on her, like I do with all of the women I take. Even if you had her in this chair, you couldn't break my control."

Her head slumps down in defeat. "Why didn't my hypno-spiral work on you?"

"This spiral always worked for you?"

"Yes, every time I tested it."

"And you tested it on as many normal adults as you could find, including yourself, right?"

"Yes, of course."

His voice gets suddenly louder. "Then that is your problem." He pauses until he is sure he has her full attention. "You don't call someone a mad scientist because he is angry all of the time. You call someone a mad scientist because he is mentally DISTURBED."

Her eyes widen in fear and she leans as far back in the chair as she can. "You really are crazy." She struggles harder than ever for a moment, but quickly gives up.

Gerald puts as much contempt as he can into, "Duh!"

"But, I never suspected..."

"Oh come on; even my business cards say 'Gerald Jones; Mad Scientist'." He pats her cheek affectionately. "Sweetie, you didn't need a hypno-spiral that works on normal people. You needed a hypno-spiral that works on abnormal people. Now, if you had bothered to pick up my medications when you kidnapped me, you might have had better results. I am even less normal when I don't take all 5 of my psychiatric medications."

He mimics a female voice. "Oh wonderful future Master, how does that help you avoid the spiral's effects?"

He shifts back to his normal voice. "I'm glad you asked, beautiful future slave girl. One of my official diagnoses is severe Attention Deficit Disorder. Without my medications, my mind zips around from topic to topic so fast it would make you head spin. Not literally, of course. That would break your neck. I can't focus on one thing, like your hypno-spiral, for more than few seconds at a time. About the only thing I can focus on without my medication is sexy women. So, I was being truthful when I said that the topless tit-tassel twirling would have worked."

"How can you be so evil? You kidnap women. You brainwash them and force them to become sex slaves. How can you live with yourself?"

"What! I'm not evil. Actually, you are the evil one. I am doing the world a favor by getting someone like you off of the streets."

Melanie sputters a moment. "How can you say I'm the evil one?"

"Well, you did kidnapped me. You did try to brainwash me against my will..."

"But, that is exactly what you did to Sarah!"

"I did not! How can you spread such horrible lies about me? Sarah walked into my modeling agency all by herself. One of my recruiting slaves had 'chatted her up' and given her one of my business cards. The recruiting slaves tell people that the 'mad scientist' part refers to the high tech photography and photo editing equipment I have invented. Anyway, Sarah walking in and signed a contract agreeing to become a brainwashed sex slave. I assure you that she signed it of her own free will."

"She would never have done that."

"Well, the sex slave part is on page 6 of the 8 page contract she signed when she joined my modeling agency. I guess it's possible she didn't read that part. Still, she did sign it."

"But, no one actually reads contracts. They never make any sense."

"I always read contracts. They make perfect sense to me. Actually, that is probably one of the strongest indicators that I am mentally disturbed. Anyway, a few women do read that part of the contract and, for some reason, get very upset. I tell them that it was a test to see who actually reads the contract. I tell them that the women who don't notice that part don't get modeling jobs. Every bit of that is perfectly true. Then I give those more observant women a normal contract. They really do get modeling jobs. I have to run a legitimate modeling agency to keep the supply of new recruits coming in."

"But, if Sarah didn't read the whole contract, how can you say it was her own free will?"

Gerald stands with his arms folded across his chest, looking very smug. "If you sign a contract with, say, your landlord without reading it; are still required to follow through with the contract's provisions?" He stares at her until she nods slightly. "My arrangement is all neat and legal. You are the one who has committed several felonies."

Melanie just stares at him, looking stunned.

Gerald relaxes his pose and pats her head. "Normally, this sort of situation calls for me to rain horrible vengeance down upon you. I would brainwash you to obey me, like I do with all of my slaves. I would, however, skip the part that makes you enjoy obeying me. Then I would command you to do all sorts of humiliating and painful things until I have completely crushed your spirit. Finally, I would sell the soulless shell you have become to some loser for twelve dollars and fifty-seven cents. That includes sales tax."

Her stunned look gives way to horror. "No, please. I'm so sorry. All I want is to see Sarah again. I won't commit any more crimes, ever. I'll be so good. I really will. Just please don't melt my brain."

"Well, lucky for you, I have decided to be magnanimous. Given all that you did to me, that probably means I need my medications changed. You know, it is really hard to find a good psychiatrist who accepts payment in the form of brainwashed sex slaves. They have all of those annoying ethics and such. Anyway, I have decided to keep you and Sarah as my matching pair of adoring sex slaves. So, you won't just get to see Sarah again. You will always be together. That is even better than what you said you wanted, isn't it?"

"Umm, yes. That is way better than my other choices. Thank you...uh...thank you, Master."

"Maybe you do have half a brain." He pats her on the head and then steps to one side. "I know! I'm going to put you in charge of answering the door."

Melanie is afraid to ask why that makes him laugh so hard, so she just locks her eyes on the center of the hypno-spiral.

Part 3

Gerald wakes up from napping in his favorite chair and sees that no one else is in the room. He is horny so he summons Sarah and Melanie. They arrive together in coordinating outfits.

Melanie's hair color is now blond. She is wearing a black and white French Maid outfit. The dress is very short. If she sits or bends, then anyone can tell that she is a natural blond.

Sarah has a darker complexion and black hair indicating a strong Native American background. She is taller and slimmer than Melanie, but still has a pleasing amount of curves. Sarah is wearing a red and white French Maid outfit that is also indecently short.

Melanie begins kissing Gerald while he pulls her dress down enough to access her tits. Sarah knees and begins a blow job. Things have hardly gotten started when the door bell rings. Melanie groans in frustration and pulls away from Gerald. He pulls Sarah onto his lap. She wraps her legs around his waist and slowly slides down until his erection is completely inside her. Gerald begins kissing her as he pulls down the front of her dress. She kisses back while rocking her hips and squeezing her internal muscles around him.

Melanie quickly makes her dress as decent as possible then heads out of the room. She scoops up a small purse that matches her dress from a chair by the door. She slips her hand into the purse and flips a switch to begin charging her Taser as she heads down the hall towards the front door.

Sarah rapidly gets more excited as she bounces up and down on Gerald's cock. She throws her head back and begins moaning and begging incoherently as she and Gerald rapidly approach a simultaneous climax. Sarah's moans become a single drawn-out cry of pleasure as her body shudders rhythmically while Gerald spurts inside her. By the time her pleasure finally ends, she is barely conscious. She collapses limply against Gerald's chest.

Gerald starts to run his hands up under Sarah's dress but is distracted by a noise in the hallway. Melanie stops in the doorway. She is dragging an unconscious woman by the collar of her jacket.

"So, Melanie, is she anyone we know?"

"Master, she is my sister Jill." She twists the jacket so that Gerald can see the unconscious woman's face.

"Yes, she does look a lot like you."

"She has apparently been searching for me. Would you like me to take her on to the programming room and begin her enslavement?"

"Yes, go get her started. I will be there shortly. Also, get one of your French Maid dresses ready for her. I think that I will be keeping her right along with you and Sarah. You and Jill can take turns answering the door."