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"I should just shoot you with this right now," she said through gritted teeth. "Just blast you with it and make you my slave. Then you'd have to let me out of here, wouldn't you? You wouldn't be able to help yourself. I could ask you to turn yourself in, and you'd just march right down to the police station and write out a full confession." She made a tiny thrusting motion with the Weapon. "Wouldn't you?"

Ethan swallowed hard. Very slowly, he nodded.

"But I'm better than that," she said. "I'm better than you. I'm not making a slave out of anybody. Not even you, 'Master'." There was just a tiniest hint of pleasure in her voice, the barest hint of a purr when she said the word that told Ethan the Weapon had left its mark on her. For a moment, he wondered if she was bluffing. Maybe she couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. He'd be willing to risk finding out if only he could remember what he'd calibrated the Weapon to last. If he guessed wrong and she did hit him with a weak blast, he could probably resist it and gun her down with the sleep ray in his pocket. A little jolt wouldn't hurt. Anything he was smart enough to do to himself, he was smart enough to undo. But only if he had the chance. If he became her slave, she'd never let him free.

"No, I'm going to take you to the police station myself, and I'll bring them back here and show them what you did, and you can fucking rot in jail on eight counts of kidnapping. And maybe there's a crime for brainwashing women to be your sex slaves and maybe there isn't, but I know you'll go to jail for locking us up like this. You like that thought? Going to jail?" Each question was punctuated with a little jab of the gun.

"..." Ethan started to speak, but she tensed up on the trigger in a way that made his voice trail off into silence again. Intellectually, he knew all the energy projection requirements that required a certain size of muzzle bore, but it really wasn't until he was looking at the business end of the Weapon that Ethan realized just how intimidating that black mouth was. It drew the attention the way that headlights blinded a deer.

"Don't even think about it," Patient Four said sharply. She didn't specify what 'it' was. Ethan suspected she might not even know. Hindbrain adrenalin had taken over now, instinctive fear and revulsion driving all her actions. Everything was a threat to her now. Even if he could get the Weapon away from her, she'd probably try to kill him. "I might be better than you, but that doesn't mean I won't shoot if you force me to. You think jail is bad? I can make you beg to be someone's prison bitch. You'd deserve it, every second of it. What you did to us, what you tried to do to me...what you did to those seven other women..."

"Six," Pamela said.

Patient Four did a full 180-degree turn to glare at Pamela. "What?" she said. "You--you mean he didn't...didn't..." She stammered for a second. "Are you crazy or something? Do you want to be like the rest of them? Do you know what he's planning to--crap!" She realized her mistake a fraction of a second too late and spun back around, but Ethan already had the sleep ray out and was holding down the trigger, spraying the beam wildly without even caring what he hit just so long as Patient Four was included. She tried to return fire, but the blue ray was already playing across her midsection, and her shot went wild as the Weapon slipped from her nerveless fingers.

She turned back to Pamela again as her legs gave out, sprawling loosely onto the bed. She mumbled something out that Ethan didn't catch before she went completely limp and slid back down onto the floor. Ethan walked over to her and very carefully pulled the Weapon out from under her body. "What did she say?" he asked.

Pamela looked a little shell-shocked. "She asked why I warned you," she said.

"Oh," Ethan replied. He thought about asking that himself, but decided against it. The look on her face suggested that maybe she wasn't sure herself.

SIX WEEKS LATER...

"I am perfectly obedient, Master," the redheaded woman sighed out. She massaged her massive tits as she spoke, tweaking and pinching the bare nipples until they stood stiff and erect. "I live to serve your will."

Ethan let out a vast sigh of relief. "I think that's done it," he said to Pamela. "It took seven full blasts to finally reduce her to a drone, and it sure as heck sounded like she was enjoying every minute of it. What do you think?"

Pamela withdrew her hand from between her sticky, damp thighs. "Um..." she said. After a few moments more, her eyes finally refocused. "Yeah," she squeaked out. She coughed a few times, forcing her voice back to normality. "Yeah, I think that's what I had in mind." She looked around the room. "What do you plan to do with the others?"

Ethan looked at the sixteen other women kneeling on the floor, each of them holding their tits in a pose of vacant supplication. "Dunno," he said. "I mean, I can send them back to do what they were already doing, but...they'll just be going through the motions, you know? Deep down, they're my obedient sex slaves and they always will be."

"Seems kind of a waste to throw back Shaundra and Kimmi," Pamela said absently. Ethan shot her a look. "What?" she shot back, defensively. "I'm bi, they're exactly my type, and if I'm going to be a part of a foursome, I want to make sure you keep the hot ones."

"I hadn't really planned on a harem..." Ethan said, a little uncertainly.

"Sex is what happens while you're making other plans," Pamela said lightly. "Trust me, you'll love it. A little variety, a lot more help around the lab, and a non-stop lesbian floor show when you're between orgasms." She shrugged a little, her arms by now practiced at gesturing in the restraints. "I think about this a lot."

Ethan smiled indulgently. "I know. It's what attracted me to you, remember?" He gestured with the Weapon. "So, um...it'll take seven doses to permanently enslave you. Completely, I mean. Like them. I was thinking maybe one a day? Does that sound good to you?"

Pamela smiled back indulgently. "That's entirely up to you," she said in a husky purr. "I'm your helpless prisoner, remember? Bound to resist your insidious power for as long as I can."

Ethan nodded. "Right. So." He lifted the Weapon and aimed it at her. "...are you sure?"

"Am I sure?" Pamela fixed him with a steady gaze. "I told you, it's not up to me. You're the Master, remember?"

"Yeah." Ethan steadied the Weapon, but he couldn't quite make himself pull the trigger. "I was just thinking...that, y'know, I mean...we've been doing this for a while now, and it's been nice having someone to share this with. A partner, you know? I kinda like...I mean, I still like the thought of you as a drone, but I...thought we could maybe wait a little. I thought maybe you might...y'know. Like me. A little." Mentally, he kicked himself. He'd been rehearsing the speech in his head for a week, and this was what came out of his mouth?

"I do, Ethan," Pamela said tenderly. "This has been nice for me, too. But..." She looked down at her lap. "This is what I've wanted for as long as I can remember. I can't be around them, knowing that they're experiencing it, knowing how perfect it is for them, knowing that I could have it any time if only you used the Weapon on me...it would tear us apart, Ethan. I'd have to leave, and you'd have to use the Weapon anyway to get me to stay. I'd rather do it now. As an act of love." She looked up and grinned. "Kinky, perverse love."

Ethan looked back at her, his eyes filled with joyful tears. "Okay," he said. He steadied the gun one last time and summoned up a bit of his old swagger. "Seven shots, then. Try and resist all you want, love. You will be mine."

"Never," Pamela said, her every word a whisper of seduction. "I'll fight you. You'll never break my will."

"Oh, but we both know," Ethan said tenderly, "as much as you try to deny it...this is what you really want."

He pulled the trigger.

THE END