MissCalculation

"With friends like you, who says I didn't," she chuckled as the men all chuckled with her witty retort. "I'm not worried about tomorrow; I'll see the case as presented, and decide fairly as I always do."

"Which is why you have such generous friends, Rose. Or dare I say, flexible friends" Bart laughed, keeping the general interaction friendly while emphasizing the last few words, hoping to spark recognition in the judge. It was noticed with a small flash of something in her eyes and a slight shoulder sag, Bart noticed with small satisfaction. It was still strange to him though how it seemed to accentuate the mood already there.

"Happy to hear that, the concerned man remarked, "but...perhaps...it would be nice if this wasn't a problem going forward tomorrow." The grouping of Rose and the donors was seated a ways away from the other guests and serving staff, mostly out of earshot of anyone wanting to listen in to what merely seemed like small talk.

"By that I mean," the man struggled to find the right words to say it, but ended up bluntly whispering "if you could find a ruling in-favor of this McClung, that would make us all worry less."

Rose's smile didn't completely disappear as she responded "is that so?"

"It is, we don't need t-"

"What he means is," Bart interjected, thinking more diplomatically "we hope that McClung, with a reputation like he has, doesn't make any attempts, putting very important things at risk." Without saying it, his words pointed to her life, and their obvious, lucrative investment in her. None of them would want to get into a bargaining war with Richie McClung, even if they could outspend buying off what looked to be a very respectable judge in the public eye.

"Right, and maybe we don't need to be discussing anything pertinent out here instead of your study like usual."

"Gentlemen," Rose calmly began to state, "we're out here because the study is currently being checked out. Because there has been a rumor going around that Mr. McClung has an intervention plan with me in-mind. Not on my life, but on the generous funds."

Speaking timely, Rose glanced in the direction of her study to see Patrice nodding to her boss, indicating that the study was ready.

"And given such a rumor, things will be going a little differently tonight, starting with each donor and transaction being discussed one at a time, and with a specialist brought in to make sure the funds are securely where they need to be. And since there is cause for concern, I would suggest the most concerned among us be the first," she eyed concerned whisperer moments ago. Rose gracefully stood and moved towards her study as Patrice moved to join the party, speaking with more of the donor's wives and checking on the catering.

The elegantly-dressed judge sat in her chair, across from the first donor, and didn't have to wait long before two more people joined them, Rick Porter and Kelli Danvers.

Rick introduced Kelli, explaining his role as treasurer, and Kelli's as the specialist for the evening's fund-handling. After briefly speaking, he was happy to let the nerdy-looking stunner speak.

"Now I'm sure you're a little nervous, and that is completely understandable. It would be nice if this was an open-and-shut case like normal, " Kelli paused as if on cue to hear the slight sound of a gasp from Rick off in the corner, everyone but Kelli missing the sight of his eyes rolling back in brief, abject pleasure.

"But these are not normal circumstances, and it gets rather confusing knowing what to do, or where things need to go; one miscalculation could end up putting your donated money in jeopardy. Just one miscalculation, leading to a second, and a third, and a forth, and so on. But how many moves could be made before you even notice what's happening?"

As Kelli continued to introduce and explain the process, Rose arched herself forward in her chair, inching towards a clearer look at her cleavage, and how tight the dress pressed against her breasts.

"How much of your money could go forth to where it belongs? How much could go forth to where it doesn't? Could you lose a third, or more as second after second ticked by? What is a third of a third to those who would take as much as possible? Could you go forth out into that risky territory, counting seconds and steps as the number of steps taken cross too many seconds to count, looking ahead with a keen, mental third eye into the valley you're going forth into."

A single finger drew a line down the cleft of Rose's breast, a path followed strangely, dutifully by the donors glazing eyes, never noticing how glazed Rose's eyes grew as velvet-gloved fingers drew circles on the judge's temples, loving being trances, loving seeing someone else be mesmerized by Kelli's trance.

"You don't need a miscalculation steering you away from the correct path; you need a helpful guide, a MissCalculation, that knows exactly where seconds, steps, sounds, and cents belong. Because you have the good sense to know where your dollars and cents are spent, spent from the effort of decisions, decisions better left to a specialist who won't miss, MissCalulation knows where money belongs, belongs to MissCalculation..."

Kelli happily, easily breezed through the anadiplosis induction as she watched the trio waver and sink into deeper levels of their current trances, acquiring fund and banking information through an aroused Rick who could keep his penmanship accurate as the rest of his body shivered in trance.

"MissCalculation is a source of trust. You can trust MissCalculation with anything of value, thoughts about funding, thoughts about investments, and the value of letting someone else do the thinking for you. Because if you invest your money and mind into MissCalculation's control, I guarantee the returns, the rewards will be very...bountiful."

Kelli helpfully stroked Rose's breast as well, making the nipples harder with just her touch. It wasn't long before the next donor was brought in to be convinced of needing MissCalculation's dazzling acumen. And with every donor that entered the study to discuss donating, one returned to the main party with triggers of how bountiful Kelli's advice was, extending even to the sight of Rose's or Patrice's breasts, and her common use of the word with every person she talked to.

"Bountiful feels so good doesn't it? It's why you're here, it's why you're listening so intently, so carefully. Following my words, my will, leads to the bountiful, to ample rewards, lavish luxuries, and plentiful pleasures. So within your wanting grasp, needing to gently grab hold. You hold on to the bountiful as the bountiful has its hold on you, while I hold mind and money for you. Let your mind be on other things, dreaming of more success, dreams that leave you passionate, stimulated, motivated. Succumbing to the riches bestowed upon you, suckling on the bountiful teet of Goddess of good fortune, your path determined as surely as you'd choose it. And the only choice you have...is to listen."

The party being an exuberant but small affair, it was easy to use fun instant inductions on the wait staff, making it fun to serve and be oblivious to the strange lives rich people lead. Such made it even easier to corner the other guests, specifically wives excusing themselves to powder rooms, where Kelli could use shock inductions with Patrice's helpless assistance. With Kelli's lips at their ears, the hypnotist's body close to theirs, and their hands grasping at Patrice's impressive bust, their bound minds felt blind to everything but a strong lust laying dormant beneath the surface after awakening with no conscious memory. That lust slowly bubbled up to the surface with ever invocation of the word Patrice didn't realize she was using over and over in normal conversation.

"Bountiful means to listen. Bountiful means you have no choice. Bountiful means you have no thoughts. Bountiful means you only have my thoughts. Bountiful means you only hear my voice. Bountiful means you can't help but feel wonderful."

With every individual meeting in the study, one more voice added to the growing choir, indirectly singing Kelli's praises as the party resoundly echoed the word that made them mindless.

"Bountiful means there is no miscalculation in the words or numbers I speak. Bountiful means there is only MissCalculation's words. Bountiful means you can trust MissCalculation's words to add up correctly. Bountiful means trusting, and obeying, the helpful commands MissCalculation gives, that makes you helpless. Bountiful means MissCalculation speaks, and you obey."

It wasn't long before all had consulted with MissCalculation, with the exception of Bart Sunder. He patiently waited for his turn, unworried as he knew he was the most important, most prioritized contribution. It started to worry him why his wife was starting to use the word bountiful as much as all the other "drunken" patrons, and how it even got him to pay more acute attention to Patrice sauntering around the room, looking for excuses to touch or draw attention to the cleavage. Marcella Sunder noticed his worry, and gently pulled him aside, away from onlookers who would've seen her giving her husband a deep tongue kiss. Quietly, she admitted the word was being said so much, it was starting to affect her too, making her rather horny, "asking" her husband for some relief while pushing buttons she knew would help get her way. Their quickie in the nearest closet was as hot and heavy as it was quick and quiet; the constant use of "bountiful" didn't seem to bother any of them as it only heightened her libido, and eagerness to please. Lowering his wife's dress to suck on her tits, his mouth was too busy to protest as she hissed it with every thrust.

Once he finished satiating his still-horny wife, promising her more relief later, he returned to the party just in time to be finally called in. Walking into the study relaxed, the back of Judge Kowalski's chair was facing him, but the judge wasn't sitting in it. Rather, Rose and been resigned, or assigend to standing next to it like a automaton, practically blank with with a trance of contentment on her face, more visible the closer Bart stepped into the room. Stopping in the middle of the study, trying to compute what was happening, he heard the door behind him close and lock, seeing Judge Kowalski's recognized treasurer looking just as still and content, standing next to the door as if guarding it.

"What the hell is going on here" he asked plainly confused and worried.

"Bartholomew Sunder, Warden of the Maypoint Youthful Offender Facility," the words practically echoed in the enclosed space with equal parts intrigue and scorn as the chair turned, revealing to Bart the treasury specialist seated in it.

A serious gaze turned suddenly relaxed, as she switched to a calmer, almost chipper voice. "Please, have a seat Warden Sunder. I'll explain everything."

A cold lump in Bart's throat caught, as the specialist spoke. That voice, that face, the way she called him "Warden," brought back long-forgotten memories.

"...Miss...Kennedy?"

Kelli's smile deepened as a predatory glint shone behind the glasses.

"Nice to know that after all these years, I've made such a memorable impression."

Taking a step forward, considering sitting down in the seat facing the desk, Bart tepidly replied "And I see you've made quite the impression on my flexible friend here." Carefully watching Rose's face, he saw a slight facial shift that only sunk back into the content state before it, evidence of it deepening with a growing, wanton smile.

"In all honestly, as far as this room, really, who hasn't made a memorable impression?" Kelli leaned back in the high-chair, eyes looking up to reflect on what was. "Rick by the door there, managed the money. The lovely Rose here," she gestured toward the judge, trying not to let her expression sour, "passed down 'fair' sentences. And you, Bart..." she leaned forward, staring hard "...you're the mastermind behind so many lives impressed upon."

"When lives are in need of it, of course. And it's so sad to see efforts towards rehabilitation go unappreciated."

Kelli's eyes narrowed, feeling an even stronger version of apprehensive anger, surprisingly stronger than what she felt with Rose, to keep at bay. It was so tempting to let emotions rage and bury the warden in them somehow. Discarding wit and speaking honestly, she let some of her naked thoughts be spoken.

"If you only knew the effort it took, to hold back, to not annihilate you the moment I saw you in this picture," Kelli took of the photo of him and Rose standing in-front of Maypoint. "Or the moment I saw you arrive tonight, or the chances I could've had to get to you after escaping the hell you put me through at Maypoint. I don't know about rehabilitation, but I can certainly admit that you're getting a much more measured response than what you could've gotten years ago."

"Well, hearing the kind of teen you were, you were bound to grow up some time. Too bad it wasn't soon enough to realize that the kind of things you're attempting tonight, are considerably-worse crimes."

"Worse than bribery, corruption, and unlawful sentencing?"

"Things that are tough to prove simply taken on the word of a common criminal, a genuine seditionist and menace to society."

"From one, perhaps. But I'm sure if the authorities took a closer look at the practices of Maypoint, I'm sure I'd have much to learn from you in-terms of law-breaking."

"I doubt the guards would say anything. And many potential youthful offenders times zero credibility is still zero in multiplication. You did pass math before becoming a guest at Maypoint, right?"

"Not when the multiple stories of mistreatment add up, framing sentences passed down against them as predictably harsh, and painting your facility as hell, and you as the devil," Kelli commented, then smiled devilishly at her former tormentor all of a sudden.

"Is that why you're here? To wreak havoc, your sense of vengeance on a lawfu-"

"How does it feel, knowing it's coming," Kelli interjected.

"What...the authorities?"

"...you know what 'it' means." Kelli just looked at him, smiling. Pulling at each finger, she carefully removed the velvet gloves from her hand, silently symbolizing how the gloves were off as she came around the desk, closing in on the taller man, step-by-step. "You know what 'it' means all too well. 'It' fascinated you since the moment we met, when you called me to your office to marvel at what got me in-trouble, to lay down your sense of the law, and to see me literally unaffected by it."

Bart remembered that day well, remembered Kelli being one of her favorite Maypoint inmates, the kind resembling wild horses that with time and rather sadistic patience, could be molded into something better. And Kelli's unique brand of mischief intrigued him, just like her current presence did, despite the fear.

"Because why would I be affected? All the punishments, the deprivations, all those attempts to break my spirit, only to find...it, indomitable. Much more the reverse in-fact, as several of your staff found the more considerable power within it. As did you..."

It was hell trying to contend with a delinquent girl who gave just as good as she got in the psychological warfare game. When guards were silently afraid to have to contend with her, when other attempts weren't working to bring her to compliance, he started looking at why she was so formidable, which his began his descent into learning about...

"'It' is quite the phenomenon, isn't it? From one side, or the other. Once it fascinates you, it truly fascinates you. Giving, receiving, it honestly makes little difference once it weaves its magic. It's why you were so eager to have a conversation with me one day, after three weeks of unprovoked isolation assignment. Left stirring in one's own thoughts for so long, the mind begs to seek the company of outside thoughts to absorb, as of course, you knew."

The way her finger pointed to her own head kept his attention, leaving only to gesture one way or another, highlighting the strange nail on her index finger every time she said...

"It was so wonderful to converse with someone else, to be conversed with. The happiness on your face was infectious as I shared it, listening to you calmly, smoothly drone on about behaviors to a mind starving for attention. I absorbed it well, just as you did."

The more Kelli closed the distance to Bart, the more the nail was a fixed magnet for his eyes.

"The more you said, the more I agreed, until the more I realized something you might not have noticed - how much you were missing my attention. We shared happiness and eagerness to interact with one another, to share thoughts. It truly was a special moment, as you learned what I know, the influence it has over you."

It was hard to stay fixed on that nail as it traced a sharp line on his skin, up the bridge of his nose, to the crown of his forehead where his eyes had to roll back to follow, before being commanded

"Sleep!"

Uncaring about his physical well being, she let him fall to the floor. He fortunately missed hitting the chairs or anything else on the way down, and found himself being snapped back to "Sleep!" after the impact of falling woke him up some. Kelli's voice followed him into the void, inserting him so deep into his mind that it would take a devastating force to wake him up.

"Agh!" Bart yelped as he felt a heel kick him hard in the testicles. The pain woke him as expected, but Kelli's magnetic spiral nail immediately drew him back down.

Another kick woke him to be given a commanded opportunity to go deeper.

And another.

And another.

The next time Bart reached some kind of consciousness, he was back in the chair facing the desk, naked, with Rose's naked body atop his. The only sensations sharp enough to register was the arousal of a strained penis writing in pain from several kicks and stomps to his balls, made even worse as he got closer and closer to cumming. He couldn't fight the pain or the situation as he was too dipped in a haze of sex to do anything else but mindlessly pump. Kelli's nail appeared between them, resting on Rose's bare breast. Faithful eyes following the circled nipple, his mouth descended upon it, revving up Rose's own sex.

The pairs beautiful screams were a symphony of frustration. Bart felt kicked in the balls with every thrust, leading him to a ruined orgasm, while Rose was deep into her second day of not being able to cum despite being constantly horny for Kelli's words and control; Kelli laughed as their was no relief in sight for either.

"I honestly didn't know what I was going to do with you once I had you, once I had any of you," Kelli admitted openly, reminded of the original motivation of her plan being here, as well as the developed plan after. "But I knew whatever it would be, it would be so, sooo hot..." Touching the spiral nail to each forehead, heat launched like a flamethrower to their bodies flowed downward, exploding as he painfully ejaculated, in-tears from a perverse expression of satisfaction. Letting her devilish side laugh softly, Kelli pulled back as flashes of light came over the still-engaged couple; Rick was taking pictures of their exchange, as Kelli had commanded them.

Exiting the study, she found the main party room a little quieter than she left it, hearing every other word said or whispered bountiful. Smiling at the subtly-programmed room, she was able to usher one or a few people at a time into the study, encouraging them to act on arousing, bountiful suggestions by the time they arrived, inspired by Rose and Bart at the center. Eventually, the party hall was emptied and all the affluent party-goers turned Rose's study into a musky den of hypnotized sex, with Rick getting a close-up of every participant on several camera phones.