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Not that the headphoned teen could possibly hear him now, And even if she could have, it probably would have been somewhat counterproductive, Jefferson wryly reflected. No, the frequency of the carefully modulated sonic resonances, that he had painstakingly calibrated to match the hypnotic Subliminals the little brat was now being assaulted with, would work far better without any outside distractions that her beleaguered mind might focus on. And the last thing he wanted to do was provoke an aggressive response. That might give her flagging spirit a rebellious jolt, into some awareness of what was happening to her. And he couldn’t have that.
No the key here was to placate her young, unsuspecting mind, seducing it into dropping her guard. And by doing so, insidiously slipping under any of her generation’s annoying tendencies to resist their elders. The dose he had injected her with would certainly help with that. Flooding her system with a quite irresistible wave of mind-numbing relaxation. It would soon be all but impossible for her to form any complex thoughts on her own after the drug went to work clouding her brain’s higher reasoning abilities. In this way, the subliminal programming could bypass what would normally have been her mental defenses, without her ever having been made aware of the real peril that she was in. The programming that he had carefully crafted would thus have unhindered progress to warp and re-sculpt all her innermost thoughts and ideals. Everything that had made her, her, in other words, would be wiped, suppressed, or remolded. To better fit what would be her new, sole overriding purpose in life;- To Satisfy, Please and Obey only him. And with that, the pleasures of her freshly tight, nubile body, would his to explore at his leisure.
Or would it? Lately, there had been some unnerving occurrences afflicting life in Arcadia Bay. Unexplained meteorological events, predictions of an unprecedented storm, with what felt almost like a charge in the air. And now this precocious teen meddler somehow succeeding in all her private detecting, and posing an actual threat to his regime of power?
Well, perhaps it was time to take a break from Arcadia Bay. The Prescott boy he had brainwashed had certainly provided a wealth of funding for him, money that he had used not only to construct this underground darkroom but also to start building another one under his new place in San Francisco. With the upcoming “Everyday Heroes" competition he was attending at the DeYoung Museum of Art, he had been hoping to make inroads into captivating some of the more promising female students attending. Indeed Maxine here’s entry would already have secured her a place on the day. So perhaps this was a sign that he should be accelerating his schedule to set up shop there.
Therefore if he just could enslave this little trollop’s mind tonight, he would be absconding with some pleasurable company for his stay there. Exploring her hidden depths would be an entertaining diversion. At least until he used his stroboscopic pocket watch to ensnare some more females into his darkroom there. It had certainly been a useful device for implanting trust in his Blackwell Academy students. He was immensely relieved he had made it a prerequisite for his students to have a one on one ‘orientation’ in his office at the start of his semester. Implanting triggers to exploit in his female students later, had certainly proved it’s worth tonight. As he’d been able to smuggle Max out of the school and down here with the minimum of resistance. But he was still impatient for this more comprehensive mind-fuck to take a firm hold on her. He needed to find out exactly how this little pest, of all people, had come closer than any other to exposing him. Then it would be time for her to do her own exposing!
‘Wait! Did she just mutter something?!?... Yes, there it was again. Could it be? Was the little tease finally mind broken at last?’ Jefferson moved closer to listen in…
“Calm and relaxed…All is well….I am in my safe place…to watch, listen and learn…the lessons my teacher has provided for me...Mark Jefferson is the only Teacher that matters… No one else is of consequence…I trust only him…I adore only him…I am deeply attracted to his body…I want him to take me…To ravish me…To own me…and give me commands…I belong to him…I have no will to resist him…No woman should defy him…My pussy will always be aroused by him…Hot and wet…only for my teacher…He is a God amongst Men… I love him…I worship him….and want to submit…with all of my heart…my mind…my soul…I will tell him anything…give him anything… He is the Master…I am the slave…He is wise…he is kind…he is the one…whose instructions…I want to obey forever…”
With a delighted, widely growing grin, Jefferson jubilantly switched off the screen, exclaiming;-
‘Yes!!... At last you defiant slut!... Finally, your tight little ass belongs to me!”