Keri opened the door to the laboratory and entered. Doctor Nechetohontoquatl was nowhere in sight. She checked the large cabinets to see if he was hiding in one. He wasn't. She checked the ventilation system to see if he had gotten stuck in there again. He wasn't there either. Finally she looked around for any sort of note he had left. There was none. This was very unlike him. In the two years Keri had been working for him, he was always either somewhere in the lab, or had left a note saying where he was...

Doctor Nechetohontoquatl opened his eyes. He was in a dimly lit room. He looked around and saw a woman with blonde hair. She was dressed in a tight leather outfit. She looked at him with sinister eyes.

"So, you're finally awake. Sleep well?"

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is not for you to know! You may referr to me as 'Mistress M'."

"You're like really old. Seriously, you should get some plastic surgery or something." the doctor said.

"How dare you referr to me as old! I'm only 32 years of age! You're at least 20 years older then I am!"

The blonde woman stared at the doctor, waiting for a rebuttal or some kind of reaction. The doctor just sat there with a boerd look on his face.

"Do you know why you're here?" she asked him.

"Nope. I paid the electric bill, and I paid off that loan shark years ago, so I don't have a clue." he said.

"Our group specializes in recruiting and dominating men. We use various methods. We've found that mind control works the best. Seeing as you're a mad scientist, we think that you know all about mind control."

"What makes you think I'm a mad scientist?" the doctor asked.

"Your bizarre hair and your labcoat. Also, the nametag on your labcoat that says Dr Nechtconto... uh, Nechtonk, your hard to pronounce name, and the words 'MAD SCIENTIST' after that."

She knelt in front of him, her eyes locked onto his.

"Now tell me doctor, where is this lab of yours?"

"None of your damn business! I don't go asking you where YOUR lab is!" the doctor said.

Mistress M's eyes narrowed. She scowled at him. "After a couple hours of subliminal programming, you'll not only tell me what I want to know, you'll enjoy telling me. You'll also enjoy doing everything I command you to do." she said.

She produced a remote control and turned on a large viewscreen in front of the doctor. Rapidly flashing colors in complex patterns appeared on the screen.

"Hey! This reminds me of Japaniese Anime! Only, I don't see the guys who inexplicably look like flat chested girls." the doctor said.

Mistress M made sure the settings were correct, then left the doctor alone in the room.

Keri walked down the path leading to the doctors home. Doctor Nechetohontoquatl's home was strange, it was unique, it was... a 1960 Chevrolet Corvair that was supported by cinder blocks. The doctor wasn't sleeping in the front nor the back seats. There was no sign of him. The drivers side door was open and there were several sets of footprints made by high heels leading away from the car. Keri decided to head back to the lab to do some research.

Mistress M went in to check up on the doctor. She turned the viewscreen off.

"That wasn't bad, but it's not as good as this one anime show I watch." the doctor said. "It's about these fighters, and they have all these powers and crap. They try to stop the world from blowing up sometim--"

"Enough!! Tell me where your laboratory is right now!"

"I already told you, it's none of your damn business! I mean geez lady, I barely know you!" the doctor said.

Mistress M gave him a wicked smile. "I guess you need more then..." She adjusted the settings to their maximum and activated the viewscreen. Once again the viewscreen filled with flickering, flashing colors. She left the doctor, then went to another room. In this room was a man and a woman. The man had a collar on. He was using his tongue to pleasure the woman.

"What is WITH that guy?! Two hours of intense subliminals and he still hasn't cracked! He keeps talking about some anime show he watches!" Mistress M said.

"Be patient." the other woman said. They all crack sooner or later... Right, Sam?". She looked at the man, who was still licking her clit.

"Yes mistress..." he said in a low monotone. He resumed licking her clitoris.

Three hours later Mistress M once again checked up on the doctor. She deactivated the viewscreen.

"Tell me where your lab is."

"No means no! What's wrong with you, lady? Hell, why don't you tell me where YOUR lab is!" the doctor said.

"You're inside it, you fool. Now tell me where your lab is!"

"Eh... maybe if you give me some chocolate cake I'll tell you."

"Five hours of intense subliminal programming, three of those hours being at the maximum settings, and he still refuses to talk! He says he wants chocolate cake before he'll talk!" Mistress M was visibly frustrated. The other woman remained calm however.

"Okay. Give him some. Have one of the slaves bake up a cake for him. Have them add our most powerful truth drug to the batter. We need his laboratory to expand our operations. That's worth baking him a cake." she said.

"I will see to it right away Mistress." Mistress M turned and left the room. The other woman opened her legs and allowed her manservant to continue pleasing her with his skillful fingers. The woman couldn't help but wonder what could be inside that doctors head that allowed him to resist. It didn't matter, because sooner or later he would crack. They all eventually cracked.......right?

Mistress M presented the doctor with a chocolate cake, complete with icing. She cut him a piece and unstrapped one of his arms to allow him to eat.

"Mmm! Tastes like refried beans!" he said as he gobbled down the cake.

Mistress M ignored his odd comment. The truth serum contained in the cake was their most powerful drug. Nobody they had tried it on could resist its effects. The doctor would start talking very shortly... After he finished eating, she re secured his arm to the chair. She waited a few minutes for the drug to kick in.

"Okay doctor. You had your cake. Now tell me where your laboratory is, like you promised."

"The uppermost corner of Jupiter rests on the foundation built by the ancient Mugwap people of Slobania." the doctor said.

"Enough of your bullshit, old man! Tell me where your laboratory is!"

"The capital of Texas is Dunkirk!" he replied.

She grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. "You're gonna fucking tell me where your lab is and you will tell me NOW!"

Suddenly a brick hit Mistress M in the head. Her face contorted into a silly grin and she slumped over the doctor. She was out cold. Keri walked up to the doctor, grabbed the brick off the floor, and put it in her purse.

"At last I found you!" she started undoing the doctors restraints.

"Fish mops, with extra fries!" the doctor replied.

Doctor Nechetohontoquatl, Keri, Mistress M, and the other woman were back at the laboratory. The doctor had returned to his usual self. The other woman was in a cage, looking at the doctor with stony silence, while Mistress M was strapped into the chair.

"...This equipment is from the 1960's!" Mistress M said. Keri and the doctor ignored her.

"You, whatever your name is. How could you work for such a pathetic man?" Mistress M asked Keri.

"He pays me $8.50 an hour." Keri replied.

"How did you find us anyway?" the woman in the cage asked.

"Internet." Keri replied.

"Damnit! I knew we should have never started blogging!" Mistress M said.

"Oh shut up you. It got us loads of recruits! Our harem grew to almost 10 people!" the woman in the cage said.

Doctor nechetohontoquatl and Keri manned the two computer consoles.

"You forgot to capitalize my name!" the doctor said.

Doctor Nechetohontoquatl and Keri manned the two computer consoles. The doctor began to program the computer.

"WAIT!" Mistress M shouted. "I wanna know! How did you resist our brainwashing? Why did it have no effect on you?"

The doctor didn't answer. Keri answered instead.

"One thing I've learned working with Doctor Nechetohontoquatl, is that subliminal programming has no effect on people who are hopelessly insane..."

Mistress M had just a second or two to think about that, then the chair activated. She cried out as the helmet, and the device in her pussy pulsed with electricity. The computer registered one orgasm after another, after another.

"She's really old, but I'm sure the slave ring will still take her." the doctor said.

"OHHHHHAHHHH! I'M ONLY 32!! OHHHHGAAAWWWDDDD!!!!" Mistress M cried out as the pleasure surged through her body...