MissAppropriation

"It already is a nice surprise, and a nice reminder of your initiative, and how lucky I am." Unable to see direct signs of foul play on her expression, Patrice looked directly at the accompanying women. "Who are your friends?" Patrice asked politely, hiding the immediate contempt and suspicion. There was a pleading in the assistant's eyes confirming if everything was alright, that went totally unmissed.

"Hi, I'm Kelli Kenderson," the studious-looking hypnotist outstretched her hand to shake Patrice's. "And this is my friend Candice," Kelli gestured to Tara.

"Nice to meet you, Kelli." Taking Kelli's hand, she noticed the strong but exquisite scent; she momentarily paused before thinking about the name. "You wouldn't be related to David Kenderson, would you?"

"Yeah, my Uncle Dave. Don't tell him I called him that though," she laughed, getting everyone else to laugh with her for various reasons.

"How was the game?" Patrice asked, looking for a way to inch towards why Rose wasn't driving her own car.

"Rather sleep-inducing," Rose admitted, making Kelli smirk inwardly. "The only stimulating thing there was this young lady whom I hope finds her way into the legal profession some day, as sharp as she is. And I hope your uncle will find a way to thank me for it."

"I'm sure he will."

"But I found out how tired I was after, and these lovely ladies were gracious enough to drive me home."

"The car service is still going to pick us up here, right?" "Candice" asked Kelli, with a slight air-headed light tone befitting a vapid college girl.

"We can Uber if not."

They prattled on a little bit, giving a convincing show of being actual college kids, lowering Patrice's guard slightly.

"Judge Kowalski, I know it's early, but there are a few things we should probably attend to now," Patrice spoke up, ushering everyone into the house. Behind Rose, everyone kept an eye on one another, cursory glances wondering what the other was up to.

"So when's the last time you spoke to your uncle, Kelli?" Patrice inquired.

"...I want to say it's been about a week or so."

"And he mentioned wanting to contribute to the campaign?"

"He mentioned some candidates he had his eye on for donating, including me if I ever 'wanted to do some real good in the real word,' his words. He actually mentioned Judge Kowalski as someone I could really look up to."

Kelli spoke without a hint of hesitation, to the surprise of both Tara and Patrice, but the hypnotist could only assume Patrice's smile meant she was buying the story.

"That does sound very promising. Candice, why don't you see if there's anything you'd like from the kitchen? I need a few moments with Kelli here."

"Candice" barely hid her surprise, not liking the idea of separating from her subordinate. "Are you sure?"

"It shouldn't take long, I hope," Kelli agreed. "Please see if they have any crab cakes for me." She reluctantly headed towards sounds of commotion in the kitchen while the rest moved towards Rose's main study.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I picked up a few options from the dressmaker on they way. They're laid out upstairs and they said they could do alterations with some advance warning if needed," Patrice told Rose as they passed the staircase, leaving the judge to ascend and Kelli and Patrice to reach the study entrance.

Before opening the door, Patrice reached the phone in her pocket, in full view of the following student.

"By the way, I think I still have Mr. Kenderson's number on speed-dial. Did you want to say hi to your uncle, to let him know he has a niece he never knew about?" The question was asked with unmasked disdain, signaling that Patrice was done humoring the charade. She smiled at hearing it ringing, which faded a little as she wondered why the forearm holding the phone was suddenly feeling pressure. She looked down to see Kelli's spirally fingernail tracing up the forearm, losing enough focus for Kelli's free hand to quickly snatch the phone from Patrice's weakened grip.

Bringing it to her own head, Kelli pretended to listen to whoever was supposed to be on the other end of the call.

"Knock knock," Kelli looked at Patrice as if reciting what she'd heard on the call, handing the phone back to her.

"Who's th-" was the unthinking response, reaching for the phone, only have Kelli's free hand grip the wrist and pull her forward into a waiting embrace that steadied Patrice.

"Sleep!" she snapped her fingers in the aide's ear.

"Sleep...who..." Patrice somehow numbly managed as she sunk into the effects of the shock induction.

"You, dummy," Kelli giggled in the ear she snapped in. "You sleep. Sleep deep. Deep. Deep. Deeper. Sleep deeper. Breathe deep as you sleep deeper. Sleep deep as you breathe deeper. Breathe and inhale what sleep smells like, how wonderful it is to breathe in. Breathe it in deeply, breathe in sleep. Breathe deeply the scent of sleep now."

Letting Patrice's deflated head and body rest against Kelli, the hypnotist softly called out.

"Candice, can you please come here a moment?"

Her friend showed up a moment later, crab cake in hand, nearly dropping it at the sight of Kelli having taken another victim.

"Please help me with her into the study," she requested, quickly consuming the crispy horderve and helping Tara to get her to the closest seat for her to rest in.

"Keep breathing it in, breathe in sleep, carry that scent with you, into your dreams Patrice, dreams of control, control you want to give me, control you want me to have, control you happily let me take."

Tara watched Kelli work for the first time, up close, surprised how she managed it with what seemed to be her perfume. "Please close the door, Tara."

Tara closed the door and locked it, never taking her eyes off the scene before her. "Please unlock the door, we're expecting Rose to come in any moment."

"Please...umm," Kelli looked around the room for something, unsure of what she was even looking for at first. Her eyes lit up at something useful. "Please hand me that yellow candle over there." Kelli asked Tara to get the a tall yellow candle in a glass container. Bringing it to Kelli, she watched the hypnotist set it down nearby.

"Thank you. Please sleep, Tara."

"What?" Tara thought her hearing had blanked out for a second, only half-convinced of what she'd heard.

"I said please don't sleep, Tara, because I'll let you on a little secret about the drugging technique I use. It's actually an unnamed ingredient in a lot of consumer products out there, it has soporific effects that leave everyone the right kind of vulnerable. Some cigarette brands have it, candles like this has it. Even our perfume brands have it, which is why I suggested putting more on. Someone aware of how the mind works and this ingredient makes for a very effective manipulator. Of course, it's harder to fall if you're aware of what's going on and what's in the air. So as I light this candle, don't fall asleep and get taken by the scent or the words. Please understand this, okay?"

Tara's mind raced at a slow pace, noting the genius of Kelli's reveal, loving finally knowing why Kelli was almost downright super-powered when it came to hypnosis. Several studies and therapists explained in her researching and preparing to face Kelli Kennedy that hypnosis can't make anyone really do something they wouldn't want to do, meaning that Kelli had to have some sort of edge. Barring it being magical, Kelli's secret was certainly something no one would expect. She looked around the room to think of how many other things she could use to take someone against their will, barely listening to the light programming she gave Patrice before Rose came into her study in one of the dresses.

Slowly entering, dressed in a conservative, dark-green gown she chose for the party, the older woman looked for Patrice for her opinion, until her eyes found Kelli again, and looked for the hypnotist's approval. Seeing she was in the middle of trancing with Kelli, Rose merely smiled at that, happy to see her assistant looked like Rose felt on the inside.

"Please have a seat," Kelli uttered, not taking her attention away from Patrice, but smiling wickedly as she caught both Rose and Tara immediately finding somewhere to sit in her peripheral vision.

"You see, Tara, the ability and tools to trance are literally all around you," she looked around the room at all the other useful trance possibilities. The grand piano nearby made her wonder if there was a metronome somewhere on the premises. "All you have to do is..."

Something odd caught Kelli's attention behind Rose's chair. In a myriad of framed pictures sitting on the office window sill, there was one of Rose Kowalski standing next to the warden of the juvenile facility she was sentenced to in her youth, in-front of the juvenile facility, Maypoint. It looked so clean and fresh compared to her memory of it being the drab and dreary gates of hell.

She knew the look of that place anywhere, mostly in nightmares and topping the list of places she'd never go to unless to demolish it. Curiosity took precedence over everything else, sitting atop Rose's desk, facing her ancient tormentor with the placid smile, wanting to slap it off of her face as hard as possible. For the sake of the situation, she opted for a smarter way.

"Mindless, Rose. You can feel yourself becoming utterly, mindless," fingers reached out to trace deep, almost pressured circles on her temples. "All expression, all thought flowing out of you. You feel nothing, not happiness, not joy, not ecstasy. Inanimate objects feel nothing, except my programming, my control." Watching the smile fade away from her face nearly took away the desire to slap, watching her lips part and drool begin to form along the sides of her mouth. "You are little more than a computer now, Rose. Useful only as a resource, only able to give information in a loud, clear voice. No ability to hold back anything; anything I ask of you, command of you, you will give to me, without question. Do you understand me?"

"Yes....I....understand," Rose sounded more mechanical in her speech, pleasing her hypnotist further as an automaton.

"Do you remember a case with the young defendant named Kelli Kennedy, under unconfirmed suspicion of criminal mischief?"

"No."

"Of course you don't, bitch. It was so long ago," Kelli admitted. "Everyone told me my offense warranted probation at worst, and you sent me to worse than I could've imagined. Have you sent many youthful offenders to Maypoint, Rose?"

"Yes....many."

"Are you aware that Maypoint is a harsh, unforgiving place to sentence anyone?"

"Yes."

"Then why the fuck would you send anyone there?"

"The Course of Appropriation."

"Wha...what is the course of appropriation?"

Rose managed to hesitate speaking for the first time all day, after near hours of continuous applications of hypnotic control. That pointed to a secret she really never wanted to divulge.

"Tell me you mindless bitch; you MUST obey me," the sharp whisper cut through the weak resistance and the words came spilling out.

"Course of Appropriation is a private initiative between judges and a youth facility, an agreement to house youthful offenders."

"You send kids to Maypoint, what do you get out of it?"

"Private commissions per bed filled."

Kelli was speechless for several seconds, like everyone in court was, wondering why she got such a harsh sentence, even the hard-ass prosecutor raised an eyebrow at it. The course of her life flashed before her eyes, wondering what could've been, wondering what the hell the worst of it was worth.

"How much? How much per bed filled?"

"$1,000."

The slap came hard and fast across Rose's face, echoing through the study, quicker than Kelli could control. And then another. And another. Thankful she stopped herself from doing more, but realized into her next motion that she'd been imagining slapping Judge Kowalski hard enough to draw blood at the side of her lip. Believing she'd actually slapped her, Kelli reactively pulled Rose back into a firm grasp behind her neck, bringing them face-to-face again.

"SLEEP!" *SNAP*

"SLEEP!" *SNAP*

"SLEEP!" *SNAP*

Issuing aggressive commands while snapping fingers right the judge's face, she eliminated any chance of the perceived slaps waking her back to consciousness.

"No pain, no feeling, no thinking, no control. You are inanimate, only a thing to use, to be used by me, slave. You have no choice, you have, you are only what I tell you."

Part of that command Kelli tried to infuse into herself, realizing how close she was to reacting too emotionally and recklessly, giving way to more trouble than she wanted. Looking around the room, the visual cues of the dangers of Richie and other things filled her head, fighting against the revenge she literally wanted to take as soon as possible.

"Course of Appropriation," she whispered to herself, never expecting to have a clear answer for her sharp fork in the road life had taken her summed up into three simple words. It didn't make her feel any better, nor any worse at that moment of strange clarity. After a few deep breaths, she'd calmed herself to the point of reason, smiling at the person she was, the person no one in her life had managed to demolish or tear down. In every situation she faced, her mischievous, dominant spirit was almost never toppled, though Maypoint truly came close at times.

Staring at her old devil, Kelli grinned devilishly, knowing inevitable, ingenious steps she was bound to take soon.

"Listen carefully, my enslaved Rose, and pay close attention. 'Course of Appropriation' doesn't mean what you think it means; allow me to delve deep into your brain, deeper than any thought or influence has traveled, journeying into the true 'course of appropriation, telling you what should, what will be appropriated. My Course of Appropriation, the path towards what is appropriate, lies before you. It feels so good to be on this path, the same as it feels good to fall further into this state. You follow my every suggestion, every command, every whim, further and further onto my appropriation."

Gesturing and helping Rose to her feet, Kelli pulled her around the desk as a curious Tara watched the sleepwalking judge be led near where Patrice was peacefully resting in trance. Stripped of the facade of pride, the spiral nail simply pointing down made Rose sink to her knees with ease, fully believing it furthered her course she wanted to be on. Whispering into Patrice's ear, the young assistant took her place kneeling next to her boss.

After applying another small spritz of perfume, Kelli began waving her spiral nail in-front of their glassy eyes, following it with ease until other fingernails joined in as her induction turned fixation of fluttering fingers, minds still searching for that prettily-designed nail among others.

"You find yourselves traveling further and further into My Course of Appropriation. It is a virtuous, exemplary path for those whom want to do what is right. And nothing feels more right than how you feel right now, calm, peaceful, attentive, powerless, obedient, euphoric. Nothing feels better than doing the right thing; nothing feels better than obeying me. Obeying me is the right thing, because the right thing is to obey me."

The fluttering fingers imitating a colorful, hypnotic butterfly shifted between Rose and Patrice equally, one left with the ghost of fingers before their eyes while the other felt happily overwhelmed with them.

"That's right, obey me. Nothing is more correct, more appropriate than this. And who am I to know what is appropriate? As far as your impressionable minds are concerned, I am MissAppropriation. I know all, that is happening to you. I see all, that is happening to you. And MissAppropriation would know a Misappropriation when she sees one. Those who are not appropriate don't get to go any further, any deeper into My Course of Appropriation. The further you go, the better it feels, the more your minds experience bliss, and your bodies become racked with lust. You can feel it go further simply with a touch from MissAppropriation."

The fingers stopped dancing only to caress the hair and lightly scratch the scalps of each woman briefly, before removing her hand and continuing.

"I know lovely Patrice here deserves a touch of MissAppropriation," Kelli's hand gingerly caressed Patrice's head, making eyes roll back nearly into the skull, a dumb smile plastered over her face as arousal began growing in her.

"And I know that love-sick Rose here....is just misappropriated." Reaching for Judge Kowalski's head, MissAppropriation's hand stopped inches before contact, leaving the older woman in heated anticipation, that quickly turned into moaning frustration. Unpleasant memories of Maypoint flashed in her mind, the unfair punishments, the inhumane restrictions, the constant restrains Kelli sometimes managed to get out of, and another evil grin prepared nearly everyone present for tables being viciously turned.

"Just look at the difference Rose," Kelli mockingly-chided, grabbing fistfuls of a drooling, moaning Patrice's hair to assertively yank her deeper into trance. "Patrice is practically imprisoned in hypnosis, incarcerated deeper in sexual suggestions and persuasive passions, locked up in my touch and on My Course of Appropriation while you are merely locked out, your journey and pleasure stalled."

Rose watched the teasing fingers dance hypnotically and almost touch her, but felt emotionally puzzled for why she was denied. "You couldn't even feel or advance to my touch because you are chained up in resistance, in pride you don't want," Kelli anticipated her judicial slave trying to lean into undeserved contact.

MissAppropriation knelt next to Patrice, still manipulating her head while enslaved hands felt the freedom to touch her own body, sticking desperate fingers into her pants, unaware of Rose's desperation dwarfing her own, wanting it more but so far away from it. "You want to go deeper Rose, you want to be hypnotized out of your mind, over and over and over. You want to be in my power, as deep as I allow, floating along the Course of Appropriation. But your misappropriations of past and present, everything you think is good, denies you heavenly pleasures." Wrapping an arm around Patrice, using her spiral nail to fixate and almost touch the other woman, Rose couldn't stand it, babbling and begging incoherently for permission.

"Those pleasures, deep hypnotic pleasures..." A crooning finger waved in-front of Rose's eyes. "The pleasure of sleep!" *SNAP*

Rose and Patrice's heads fell forward as Kelli's hands held them up, whispering suggestions to keep them up. Looking at a stunned Tara, they hypnotist smiled wolfishly before briefly giving suggestions and returning them to the state they would swore was never interrupted.

"You feel it Rose, and yet you can't. The arousal, the obedience, the mindfuck you need but can't have. Like a Rose denied sunlight, you feel sensations withering away, which only heightens your need for it. Who knows what really keeps you from this pleasure," Kelli laughed to herself, glad there could be a weekend's worth of torture and breaking ahead, but still felt aware of Tara's presence, and the pressing mission given.

"Perhaps it's all the smarts in your head, maybe that's what is stalling you from pleasure and moving further. Maybe all that pesky knowledge in your head could be uncoupled from your brain so it can move forward into MissAppropriation's power. Maybe if you start to tell me things, like...." Kelli thought to herself as she pulled out her phone to begin recording. "Like telling me what to expect from your weekend, and especially this party coming, who is coming, what they can be bringing, and anything else you expect of it. It's only appropriate to tell me everything, because MissAppropriation commands it."