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From: "Simon Trinity" <thesimontrinity@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Private Eye (MF, no-sex, mc, true?)
Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 08:10:04 -0500
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Private Eye (MF, no-sex, mc, true?) By: Anonymous Edited By:
Simon Trinity (thesimontrinity@hotmail.com)

You can call me Dan. I'm a private detective. That's what I'm
licensed to do anyway. In truth I'm more of a problem solver. I
help people solve unusual problems. Very unusual problems. I take
a variety of cases. But I'm sort of specialized in helping to
retrieve people who have, shall we say, been coerced in to acting
against their will. Or to put it more plainly, I help people who
are victims of mind control.

This may surprise you. A lot of the stories you read on the
internet about mind control are in fact absolutely true.
Especially the ones about people being drugged. It's the twenty
first century. Trust me, the drugs are out there. Governments are
using them in their intelligence agencies. And if the government
can come up with some sort of mind controlling drug, you can be
sure a high tech pharmacology company can do the same. And so can
the occasional genius putzing around in his basement. Consider
that there are a bunch of people running around with 'psychic'
powers that let them accomplish similar ends, and the world
starts to become a much darker place.

Many of these sicko 'puppet masters' have a desperate need to
brag. But they can't really phone their pals at the bar to tell
them that they've drugged their ex-girlfriend, or wife, or
teacher at school, or whoever and turned them in to their
personal sex slaves. So what do they do? They write a story and
post it on the internet! A nice, safe way to vent. To tell others
about their 'accomplishment'. Allowing yourself to degenerate in
to a petty tyrant with delusions of grandeur. Yeah, that's a real
accomplishment.

Enough preaching. You'd probably like a story, right? Just like
all of those other 'mind control' stories. The ones that are just
'stories'. Yeah, sure. I'll tell you a 'story'.

My last client was a guy named Frank. Frank was a nice enough
sort. He worked hard, took a lot of risks, and ended up pretty
well off. The American dream, right? He ended up falling in love
with this divorcee. We'll call her Mary. Mary's last marriage
wasn't very good at all. The guy was a real insecure asshole.
Always accusing her of cheating. Always trying to tell her what
to do. Here she is, this beautiful and intelligent women. And she
has this jerkoff ogre of a husband holding her back. So she did
what any modern women would do. She eventually (after being hit
for the second time) filed for divorce. A year later she met
Frank, they fell in love, and they should have lived happily ever
after. Right?

Wrong.

One day Mary calls Frank. Her ex-husband is there. She informed
him that she's getting back with her ex, something Frank knows
she'd never do. Jim gets on the phone and tells him to never
speak to her again. Frank goes over, thinking Jim has her under
duress. Mary slaps Frank, makes fun of the size of his dick,
calls him a loser and lots of other colorful things, laughs, and
tells him to get lost.

A weaker, less intelligent person would be crushed by this and
slink away. Frank was none of those things. He knew Mary well. He
knew she'd never treat him that way. And more importantly he knew
she truly hated and loathed Jim.

Frank called a good friend, a well known local attourney, for
advice. His good friend happened to know me by reputation. Calls
were made. After a long talk with Frank I was pretty sure what
was up. It sounded like classic mind control. But, of course, I'd
have to check things out to be sure.

I spent two days in front of Mary's house, waiting for Jim to
leave. God knew what he was doing to her for those two days. But
it's important in a case like this not to rush in. My report on
Jim didn't make it seem likely  that he had any sort of psychic
power. But you never know. And being a normal, I had only a
marginal defense against such a thing. I'd once drugged myself
and used a recording to tell myself over and over that I had an
iron will and could not under any circumstance be mentally
controlled by others. This had saved me on two separate
occasions, but I wasn't interested in pressing my luck.

Finally I saw Jim leave Mary's house around seven o'clock in the
evening.  From the way he looked the bastard hadn't even bothered
to shower. What a surprise. After he had driven off I quickly
made my way to Mary's front door and rang the doorbell.

What answered the door was truly a pitiful sight. A woman, who I
knew to be Mary, stood before me in a hastily thrown on silk robe
looking a mess. Her hair. Her makeup. It was obvious that someone
had been smacking her around from the bruises on her face and
forearms. And I was sure the white stuff on her neck was dried
cum.

In a situation like this you don't try to explain anything. You
never know how a victim has been programed. For all I knew, she
could have been programed to kill anyone she didn't know who came
to the door. So I simply took out a sprayer filled with my own
brand of mind control drug and gave her a solid dose to theface.

A look of shock and fear was quickly changed to a glassy-eyed
look of relaxation and happiness. One of the reasons why I use
this particular drug. I calmly informed her who I was, why I was
there, and that she would now obey me. Her smile widened. I'm
sure her subconscious was desperately relieved to know she was
going to be okay. After a brief conversation I learned that Jim
was indeed a moron. His commands to her were completely spur of
the moment and poorly thought out. It was easy for me to override
them and insert new commands that would enable me to protect her
from further control and also enable me to help her deal with the
abuse she had suffered later.

I called Frank and gave him a brief run down of what was going
on. Naturally he was close to being in a rage and wanted to kill
Jim. I promised him we'd do much worse, and asked him to come to
the house to take care of Mary. I then told Mary that Frank was
coming and that he would care for her. She gave me another
sincere, if zombie-like, smile. That made me feel better.

You might wonder why I'd let Frank come over. It seems dangerous.
Mary had informed me that the drug Jim had used was something
he'd placed in a drink. So unless Frank was stupid enough to take
a glass of iced tea from Jim, he'd be fine.

Things came to a rapid close after Frank arrived. He bathed Mary
and put her to bed with a kiss. When Jim came back, I quickly
shot him with a tranq pistol and he was out like a light. After a
nice dose of my custom mind control drug Jim was more than happy
to tell me that he'd used his drug on Mary, his own sister (what
a fucking scumbag), and an attractive waitress at a diner he
frequented who he always wanted but who would never pay him any
attention. I guess the waitress had better loser-radar than Mary
had.

Frank wanted to kill Jim. And considering the hundred grand I'd
been paid, that was well within the parameters of what I was
willing to do for a client. Especially when dealing with these
abusive mind control types. But bodies create trails. And trails
lead back to people. And it just creates a big mess. I gave Frank
some ideas of what other clients had done in similar situations.
After some thought Frank went with turning Jim in to a gay
prostitute. On the outside Jim would appear to be a happy gay man
who loved to suck cock and have his ass fucked. Inside he would
be free to experience all of the emotional torment this existence
would provide him. He'd know he'd been programed. And he'd hate
every moment of his existence. But his clients would know nothing
of this. He would treat them all with respect, deference, and
even love. He would become involved in gay causes and even work
at an AIDS hospice to help comfort dying gay men. The fact that
Jim was almost hysterically homophobic (something we'd learned
while interviewing him) sealed his fate.

Before letting him leave for his new life, I had Jim call his
sister and the waitress and had them come over to Mary's. I
administered my drug to each when they arrived to bring them
under my control.

At this point, what happens next in a situation like this is up
to a client. I don't tolerate making other people suffer.
However, other than that, I'm pretty morally flexible when it
comes to a client's desires. My non-negotiable fee is one hundred
thousand dollars. That kind of money buys a lot of loyalty from
me. I asked Frank what he wanted to do with the other women.

He seemed very surprised. I explained to him my policy on such
matters and told him it was up to him what he wanted to do. He
talked for a long time with each girl. The waitress was a college
student. A nice girl. Very pretty and intelligent. Frank had me
program her to forget all that had happened. He also had me
program her to quit smoking, and to make it easier for her to
study and remember things. I planted the memory that she'd
partied too hard and had lost a few days memory due to alcohol. I
also made sure no one else could ever use drugs to control her
mind. We then sent her home to sleep, and hopefully to an
improved GPA.

Jim's sister Cara was another matter. Cara was very petite, with
dark hair and green eyes. She looked a little like a beautiful
fairy girl. After talking to her we learned that she'd never had
a normal relationship with a man in her life. Her brother had
apparently abused her for years as a child and she was thus
terrified of men. She had no attraction to women. At 26 she was
living in an apartment with two female roommates who constantly
heaped verbal and sometimes physical abuse upon her simply
because she was quiet and meek and thus they could get away with
it. She was borderline suicidal. Her brother had used his drug to
turn her in to his willing sex slave. She was terrified of both
Frank and I, but was unable to leave due to the control of my
drug. She wasn't relaxed. She wasn't smiling. After awhile, she
started to silently cry.

This sort of damage I can't easily undo. It takes a lot of time
and gentling. If she had a significant other, I'd turn her over
to him or her and give them instructions on how to help her
recover emotionally. But she had no one like that. With
programing I could make her appear happy and well adjusted. But
inside, on some level, she'd always be miserable. What she
needed, I told Frank, was someone to love her.

I looked him in the eye when I said it. He knew what I meant.
Sympathy, warmth, and a little lust were all emotions that played
across his face as he looked at Cara. He drew in a deep breath,
looked at me, and nodded.

I'm sure you know what I did. I programed her to love, trust, and
obey Frank. I also later helped both Cara and Mary with their
memories, helping them to remember only the facts of what
happened and not the visual memories or feelings associated with
the events. It's not a one hundred percent sure treatment, but it
usually takes away enough of the pain so a person can heal if
they're given a lot of love and support. I also made sure that
Cara and Mary would accept each other as a part of Frank's life,
and would come to care for one another as sisters. Frank
especially liked this idea.

So that's a typical case for me. Mending some broken minds and
broken hearts. Dealing out some justice to people who ordinarily
would be above the law. And collecting a serious chunk of change
all at the same time. My job has a lot of risks. But it's very
rewarding, in more ways than one.

You might wonder why I didn't decide to take care of Cara myself?
A lovely girl like that. Well, you see, I just don't have the
room. I already have three other special friends I've acquired
from past cases. One of them is typing this right now. Sometimes
people use very dangerous drugs that do damage to the brain. Some
drugs even destroy a person's will completely. And there's just
no going back. People like that need to be with someone who loves
them and keeps their best interests at heart. That person's will
is their master's will, I guess you could say. And my will is
that Jennifer here take care of herself, feel good about herself,
and never let anyone but me tell her what to do. Right, sweetie?

* Jennifer's Note: God, I love this man. Girls, you have no idea
how good it is to be his.

Okay, now I'm a little embarrassed. Thanks, honey.

I know some of you who are reading this are authors of mind
control stories. And some of you aren't writing fiction. I just
want you to make sure you say your prayers and cross your
fingers, little psychos. You never know if you're going to become
my next case. And if you are, I can promise you sick and pathetic
little freaks, in the end the person in control will be me.

Fini 

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