One day, Mistress Misty decides to take Kitten Girl on a tour of where most of the girls she kidnaps are normally brainwashed.
“When Belly Dancer kidnapped you, it wasn’t planned,” Misty says to Kitten Girl. “It was a routine bank robbery and you, you cute thing, happened to show up. But that said, I’ve kidnapped quite a large number of girls as you can see by my harem, so I’ve had rooms built for hypnotizing and brainwashing a relatively large number of girls.”
Misty takes Kitten Girl into a large and long room where girls are lined up side by side. In front of each girl is either a swirling spiral or a set of spinning coloured lights. Each girl is tied up, of course, and kneeling. Misty has to occasionally turn Kitten Girl away from the spirals and lights seeing as how easily hypnotized she is. Another point of interest is that unseen speakers in the room keep playing the same message over and over. The message is a recording of Mistress Misty saying, “You will obey Mistress Misty.”
“I have several rooms like this,” Misty tells Kitten Girl while leaving that particular room. “Not all the rooms are the same, though. Sometimes I have the slaves hypnotize the new girls, sometimes I use subliminal messages, and I have another room which has something called ‘the human pendulum.’ Someday, I’ll show you that one. Occasionally my slaves find a girl, such as yourself, who’s too special to be placed in the mass hypnosis rooms. Belly Dancer immediately took notice of how much more ‘fun’ you were and she presented you to me personally. She knows my tastes very well.”
“Where’s Belly Dancer now, Mistress?” inquires Kitten Girl.
“Well, I’ve sent her and Harem Girl on an assignment,” replies Misty. “Another bank robbery. It’s so easy in the town I send them to. You know the one, you used to live there. People there are so stupid.”
A girl walks up to Misty and Kitten Girl. Kitten Girl feels she’s seen this girl before.
“Mistress Misty, I just wanted to thank you for getting me out of prison,” says the girl.
“No problem,” Misty responds. “I can’t allow my slaves to be taken away from me.”
“Um, you seem familiar,” Kitten Girl says to this girl.
“Yeah, I was on the news,” the girl replies. “Police caught me and the girls I was working with at the bank we were robbing. I was really nervous in jail, but Mistress Misty sent her slaves to free me. They used sleeping gas in the prison’s ventilation system and picked the lock of my cell. Everyone was asleep, the guards, the inmates, and me. The slaves that were sent to rescue me and the girls I was with wore gas masks, or so I’ve been told. I was back here when I woke up.”
“Yeah, I have quite a bit of that sleeping gas,” informs Misty. “It’s sometimes used to capture slaves, but I mainly use it to get my girls out of jail. I prefer things like chloroform or drugged water or food to capture slaves. Sleeping gas can be pretty messy and I’ve known some girls who’ve knocked themselves out using it. Even the gas masks aren’t perfect.”
“Do a lot of your slaves get caught by police?” asks Kitten Girl.
“No, it’s pretty rare,” Misty replies. “Most of the burglaries are done in the town you’re from, and, well, as I said before, the people there are stupid. Most of them, anyway.”
Meanwhile, relatively late at night when most people are asleep, Belly Dancer and Harem Girl are starting up the escape van after another successful bank robbery.
“Good haul tonight.” says Harem Girl. “The Mistress is gonna be a lot richer now, huh?”
Belly Dancer seems preoccupied, staring out the windshield.
“Something wrong?” Harem Girl asks.
“Look at her,” Belly Dancer remarks, pointing at a girl walking on a sidewalk across the street. “Who does she look like to you?”
“Oh, she does look familiar!” comments Harem Girl. “I think I’ve seen her on TV, or in movies, or something.”
“Well, I seriously doubt that it’s actually her, but I bet the Mistress would love to have this girl,” Belly Dancer says, almost swooning. “She’s almost as attractive as the Seductress, or even Kitten Girl.”
“She’s really hot,” Harem Girl states in agreement. “She might be up there with the Seductress, but Kitten Girl is in a league of her own.”
Both girls stare at this girl from inside the van. The girl has medium-to-long brown hair, brown eyes, and a tanned complexion, although this vague description doesn’t really do this girl justice as clearly pointed out previously by Harem Girl and Belly Dancer, who pour chloroform into a piece of cloth and follow the girl.
“Hey!” Harem Girl calls out to her.
“Uh, yeah,” the girl replies.
Harem Girl says nothing and embraces this girl, fully kissing her. The girl acts like she wants to fight it off at first, but like with everyone Harem Girl kisses she succumbs to how oddly erotic it feels. During the kiss, Belly Dancer sneaks up behind the girl. When Harem Girl finishes kissing her, Belly Dancer places the cloth over her mouth and nose. The girl rapidly passes out and Belly Dancer carries the girl over her shoulder.
“You know, you and the Seductress are probably the only girls who can get away with what you just did,” Belly Dancer tells Harem Girl. “If I’d have tried kissing a random girl, there’s a good chance she’d get really upset.”
Belly Dancer and Harem Girl gently place this new girl in the backseat of the van and then proceed to drive back to the harem.
Harem Girl and Belly Dancer return to Misty’s harem later that evening.
“Mistress Misty, may I see you a moment?” Belly Dancer requests.
“Very well,” Misty replies and walks over to Belly Dancer.
Misty immediately sees Harem Girl with another girl slung over her shoulder.
“Okay, who’s this?” asks Misty. “Why isn’t she in one of the brainwashing rooms?”
“Well, my Mistress,” Belly Dancer begins to explain, showing full respect. “According to the ID I found in her wallet, her name is Mandy Leigh and she’s nineteen years old. The reason she isn’t being brainwashed with the other girls, is well, look at her.”
Harem Girl carefully places the drugged girl down on the floor. Misty gets a good look at her and blushes.
“Oh, wow,” comments an aroused Misty. “I can see why you brought her directly to me. She’s really gorgeous, and look at her tight and sexy body. I mean, she’s no Kitten Girl, but ‘wow’ all the same. And besides, how many girls have you seen who are on Kitten Girl’s level anyway.”
“Only you, Mistress,” says Belly Dancer.
“Yeah, sure,” sarcastically remarks Misty. “I’ll tell you what: I have a hypnosis room built for a single subject. Let’s take this ‘Mandy’ girl to that one.”
Harem Girl picks up Mandy and the three girls take her to this hypnosis room. Inside the room is a fairly large padded chair with straps on it and a motorized black and white spiral, currently turned off, placed in front of the chair. The chair is designed to be something of an easy chair for restraining someone. Harem Girl and Belly Dancer undress Mandy, except for her bra, panties, and socks, and then gently place the girl into the chair and strap her down, making it impossible for her to get free (although she can still squirm and struggle, which Misty likes). They strap down her wrists to the chair’s arms and her ankles down at the bottom part of the chair. The straps themselves are padded and are actually quite comfortable but definitely solid restraints.
“Okay, let’s wake her up,” says Misty holding out a bottle of smelling salts under Mandy’s nose.
Mandy naturally comes to, shaking her head and drowsily looking around the room.
“Where the heck am I?” she asks. “Who are you people?”
Misty tells Harem Girl to run off and fetch Kitten Girl.
“I am Mistress Misty,” she tells Mandy. “You are about to become a slave in my harem.”
“Oh, are you that ‘Mistress’ that’s been mentioned by some of those brainwashed dimwits on the news?” Mandy says with an heir of defiance, and then smugly follows with, “I don’t know, I thought that this ‘Mistress’ was supposed to all intimidating or something. What’s that spiral for? You gonna hypnotize me? Oooo, that’s scary! I’m not like the other bimbos you’ve kidnapped. I’ll never be your slave.”
“Oh, good!” cheers Misty. “I love defiant girls! This is gonna be so much fun!” Misty further insults Mandy by tickling her under her chin.
“You better take your hand away from me!” Mandy says threateningly. “And you might as well undo these straps, and while we’re on the subject, give me my clothes back! Listen, you can’t hypnotize me. I’m too strong-willed. If you let me go, I’ll consider not calling the police.”
“My! Aren’t we high-spirited,” teases Misty.
At that moment, Harem Girl re-enters the room with Kitten Girl.
“Ah, Kitten Girl, my favourite slave,” Misty says. “I want you to take a look at a brand new slave. She seems quite defiant, but let’s see if we can’t cure her of that.”
“Oh, please, Mistress, don’t make me watch this,” begs Kitten Girl. “It’s so sad to see you humiliate another poor innocent girl.”
“Oh don’t you worry,” remarks Mandy. “There’s no chance of me being humiliated.”
Misty giggles and reaches over to switch on the spiral.
“Let’s see how strong your will and mind really are,” Misty says in a challenging tone. “Stare at the spiral. Your eyes are getting tired. You can feel yourself getting drowsier.”
For a moment, Misty’s hypnotic induction appears to be working.
“Oh, yes. I can feel my eyes getting heavier. I feel sleepy. I’m becoming your slave!” Mandy says at first, and then starts laughing. “This has got to be a joke, right? You’re not even trying, are you? Oh yeah, I feel sleepy. I’m so bored by this pathetic display that I’m ready to nod off.”
“Hm, not bad,” comments Misty. “I guess I’ll have to keep trying.”
“Uh, yeah, you do that,” Mandy mockingly remarks.
Hours pass with Misty trying over and over again to hypnotize and control Mandy. And over and over again, Mandy continually resists Misty’s hypnotic commands. Misty tries various techniques. Spirals, watches, crystals, and even direct eye contact don’t work on Mandy.
“I feel sooo sleepy,” Mandy says sarcastically, laughing again. “Am I hypnotized yet? Maybe you should give me a command and see if I obey.”
“Her sarcasm is really getting on my nerves,” Misty tells the other three girls.
“We have several drugs, Mistress,” suggests Belly Dancer.
“Drugs?” Mandy asks with an actual hint of worry in her voice. “What do you mean by ‘drugs?’”
A look of arrogant satisfaction spreads over Misty’s face. She walks behind Mandy, rests her arm on the back of the chair, and traces her finger down Mandy’s stomach.
“That’s right, Mandy,” Misty says smugly. “I can just drug you. I’d bet you wouldn’t be so defiant then.”
“O-oh yeah,” Mandy retorts, trying not to sound nervous. “Well go ahead and use your drugs! You’ll still never hypnotize me.”
“You look scared,” Misty points out.
“W-what are you talking about?” Mandy says, still trying to put up a brave front. “This is funnier than it is scary.”
“I think you know that if I drug you, you’ll easily become my puppet,” Misty states.
She’s right! Mandy thinks. Spirals and watches are one thing, but how can I resist brainwashing if she drugs me!
“You know what, though,” Misty interjects. “I’m not going to use drugs. I’ve never seen a girl as strong-willed as you, Mandy. No girl has ever been able to resist being hypnotized by me for long, but for some reason, I can’t hypnotize you.”
“So you’re gonna let me go, right?” queries a relieved Mandy.
“No, I’m gonna keep you here and try to think of a way to hypnotize you,” replies Misty. “I find the challenge exciting. It’ll be more satisfying when I finally break you. But don’t worry, although you’ll be locked up, you’ll be locked in a nice room at least. You’ll even have company. Kitten Girl will stay with you.”
“I will, Mistress?” asks Kitten Girl.
“Yes, you will be locked the room with her,” Misty says. “Belly Dancer, Harem Girl. Take Mandy and follow me and Kitten Girl.”
Harem Girl and Belly Dancer both say “Yes, Mistress” in unison and remove the straps restraining Mandy. As soon as Mandy is free from the chair, she tries to make a run for it, but is immediately caught by Belly Dancer and Harem Girl. Mandy struggles in the girls’ grasp, but can’t free herself.
“Well, here’s one weakness she has,” comments Harem Girl with a firm grip on Mandy’s left arm. “For such a strong-willed girl, she’s surprising weak physically.”
“Yeah, really,” Belly Dancer replies in agreement, a firm grip on Mandy’s right arm. “She’s really quite easy to handle.”
“Let me go!” shouts Mandy. “I’m not kidding around here! I’ll find a way to escape and then you’ll have the cops to deal with!”
“C’mon, let’s take her out of here,” Misty says, ignoring Mandy.
Belly Dancer and Harem Girl take Mandy out of the room and follow Misty and Kitten Girl down a hallway.
“Mistress, do you really have to do this to her?” inquires Kitten Girl.
“Are you going against me, Kitten Girl?” Misty remarks in a somewhat chastising tone.
“N-no, Mistress,” replies Kitten Girl, reaffirming her obedience. “I just feel so sorry for her.”
“Golly, you’re pathetic,” Mandy tells Kitten Girl while being dragged down the hall.
“Hey!” Kitten Girl ripostes. “That’s not fair! I was trying to be nice.”
“Oh, great,” snorts Mandy. “So I have a weak-willed idiot cat slave in my corner.”
Misty laughs. “Oh, you two are gonna get along real well!”
They stop at a door. On the door is a plaque reading “Slave Suite 1.” Misty opens the door. Inside is a large and beautiful room. There’s a very large bed, a bathroom, a pantry, a kitchen area, a large television – basically a collection of various luxuries and comfortable furnishings.
“You two will be locked in here for now,” Misty tells Mandy and Kitten Girl. “Mandy, you go ahead and look for an escape, see how far you get. Kitten Girl, you keep her company.”
“Do I really have to share a room with this mindless wimp?” asks Mandy. “Can’t you lock me up on my own?”
“You’re so mean!” cries Kitten Girl.
“Tee hee!” giggles Misty. “Okay, get in, girls.”
Kitten Girl says “Yes, Mistress” and submissively walks into the room. Mandy rolls her eyes. Belly Dancer and Harem Girl shove Mandy into the room and then close and lock the door.
“Yeah, alright, that’s okay!” Mandy shouts at the three girls standing outside. “I’ll find a way out! And when I do, I’m calling the police!” Mandy turns and looks at the pathetic Kitten Girl. “Well don’t just stand there, help me find a way out.”
Outside the door, Misty speaks to the two slaves.
“Do you know her address?” Misty asks.
“Yes, Mistress,” Belly Dancer answers.
“Go there and see if you can find something that might help me brainwash her,” Misty commands. “It’s a long shot, but you never know what you might find. In the meantime, I’m going to use sleep deprivation techniques. I’ll wait until she sleeps and then, a few minutes into her slumber, I’ll have her taken out of bed and brought to the hypnosis room. I’ll do the same to Kitten Girl, you know, just for fun. Now go, my slaves.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the girls say in unison and then leave for Mandy’s home address.
Back inside “Slave Suite 1,” Mandy is busy combing the room for anything that could lead to her escape. So far, she finds nothing. Kitten Girl sits on the bed saying nothing.
“You’re just going to sit there?” questions Mandy. “You’re just Misty’s personal lap dog, or cat, or whatever, huh?”
Kitten Girl gulps. “I guess so,” she says meekly.
“What’s with those stupid costumes everyone here wears?” Mandy inquires. “That Misty girl wears some kind of black leather bikini, those other two were dressed as harem slaves or belly dancers or, I don’t know, and then there’s you dressed in a cat suit made of frilly underwear. Why don’t you at least take off those stupid ears and that collar?”
“The Mistress likes me dressed this way,” Kitten Girl states. “And I kind of enjoy wearing the cat’s ears. The collar, on the other hand, I can’t take off. Mistress Misty hypnotized me into thinking I can’t remove it.”
Mandy laughs and decides to stop looking for a way out for the time being and sits next to Kitten Girl on the bed.
“How stupid can you be?” Mandy asks her. “You know that she hypnotized you into thinking you can’t take off the collar. If you know that it’s just a stupid trick, shouldn’t you be able to remove the collar?”
“I’ve tried,” Kitten Girl explains, once again trying to take off the collar to no avail. “See? It still won’t come off.”
“Oh boy, are you dumb,” Mandy remarks. “Honestly, weak and stupid girls like you get on my nerves.”
Kitten Girl begins to cry. “Why are you so mean to me?”
Oh, great! thinks Mandy. Now she’s crying. Like I really need this.
“Because, I’ve known girls like you,” Mandy begins to explain. “You just roll over trying to please people. It’s embarrassing to watch you. Letting others take advantage of you.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” Kitten Girl sobs. “It isn’t like I want to be weak and stupid. I never wanted to be Mistress Misty’s slave.”
Mandy feels some compassion for this pathetic pet and then she feels a twinge of regret over the way she’s been treating her.
“Okay, fine,” Mandy says. “I’m sorry for being so mean, okay? You kind of remind me of my sister.”
“You have a sister?” Kitten Girl asks, wiping her tears.
“Yeah,” Mandy responds. “She’s weak, kind of like you. I suppose it isn’t all bad though. Sometimes it’s kind of fun having a sister you can dominate. I wonder what she’s doing now?”
Just then, the television turns on. The screen displays an image of Mistress Misty.
“You know,” Misty says from the television. “You girls could be having a much better time in that room. Maybe you two should sit a bit closer. Cuddle each other a bit. Maybe you can do some other stuff too?”
“Sorry, I’m not into girls,” affirms Mandy with her usual tone of defiance. “So go get your kicks somewhere else.”
“Wow, impressive,” comments Misty. “Hey, Kitten Girl, Mandy here makes a much better superhero than you tried to be.”
“Superhero?” Mandy asks Kitten Girl.
“I’ll explain later,” Kitten Girl responds.
“Yeah, it’s a really funny story,” Misty states. “In fact, here are some clips.”
Kitten Girl’s face takes on an expression of embarrassment as clips from her enslavement and many humiliations, such as the Charmer and Serpent Girl, the hypnosis school, and the various “wrestling” matches, are played on the TV screen.
“Not a bad highlight reel, huh?” Misty kids.
“Wow, you’re even more of a loser than I thought,” remarks Mandy. “I mean, I knew you were dumb, but trying to be a superhero? All I can say is ‘wow.’”
“Please don’t be so mean to me,” pleads Kitten Girl, tears of embarrassment streaming down her cheeks.
“Yeah, Mandy, be nice to the poor girl,” says Misty. “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with her. But anyway, getting back on the subject, it would please me a great deal if you two were ‘closer.’ Mandy, I know that I can’t control you for the time being.”
“Or ever,” Mandy interrupts with a cute smug smile on her sensuous face.
“Don’t be so sure,” Misty ripostes. “I do, however, know that I can easily control Kitten Girl.”
A swirling spiral occupies the space of the television screen. Misty’s soothing voice speaks directly to Kitten Girl.
“Look at the spiral, Kitten Girl,” Misty commands. “You are succumbing to my will.”
Kitten Girl’s eyes become glassy as she obediently stares at the televised spiral.
“No!” shouts Mandy. “Kitten Girl, listen to me, don’t submit to her! Come on, snap out of it!”
More tears run down Kitten Girl’s cheeks. “I can’t,” she says, utterly defeated. “I must do as the Mistress commands me.”
“But why?” questions Mandy.
“Because she owns me,” Kitten Girl replies, completely helpless under Misty’s influence. “I am her slave.”
“That’s right, Kitten Girl,” comments Misty. “You are my slave. And as my slave you are to follow my instructions. Listen closely, Kitten Girl. You now find Mandy incredibly attractive. You want to make love to her very badly. Sex with Mandy is like a drug to you and you’re completely hooked. You must seduce her. You must make love to her.”
“I must make love to Mandy,” drones Kitten Girl.
“I don’t believe this!” Mandy remarks astonished.
“Well, enjoy yourselves, you two,” Misty says and then the television shuts off.
“Mandy, I know you don’t like girls,” Kitten Girl says to her, lust in her eyes. “And usually, I totally don’t like girls either, but could we-?”
“No way,” Mandy flatly states.
“But please,” begs Kitten Girl.
“No!” Mandy bluntly shoots out.
Kitten Girl makes a kind of whining sound and lies back on the bed. She reaches down her panties and plays with herself a bit, moaning and sighing slightly.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” says Mandy with a big silly smile. “You are unbelievable, kiddo. You’re gonna do that right in front of me, huh?”
“I need it,” whines Kitten Girl, still pleasuring herself. “At least allow me this.”
Mandy snickers. “Well, alright then, you can look, but don’t touch.”
Mandy is about to get off the bed and head for the pantry, when suddenly she looks as if a light bulb has appeared over her head.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Mandy thinks out loud, and then turns to Kitten Girl. “Hey, dumb-dumb, you really want me, don’t you?”
“Please don’t call me ‘dumb-dumb,’” Kitten Girl says.
Mandy rolls her eyes and then says, “Hey, you want me, right?”
“Of course I do,” Kitten Girl responds.
“You wanna see me take my top off?” Mandy teasingly queries.
“Yeah!” says Kitten Girl excitedly.
“Tell you what,” Mandy offers. “You do things for me and I’ll give you a certain amount of sexual gratification in return.”
Kitten Girl immediately stops playing with herself and sits up on the bed. “Yes, anything! I’ll do anything! I’ll be your slave,” she urgently affirms.
“Well, aren’t we a good girl,” Mandy playfully comments, momentarily tickling Kitten Girl under her chin.
Kitten Girl actually purrs.
“Alright then, you can start by making me something to eat,” Mandy orders. “Then you’re gonna help me look for some way to escape from here. If I like what you serve me, I’ll take my bra off. I’ll take my panties off after you’ve helped me look for a way out.”
“Yes, ma’am!” cheers Kitten Girl, dashing for the pantry.
Although Mandy won’t admit it, she actually feels slightly aroused at the prospect of having a slave. She sits on the bed, smiling smugly and watching Kitten Girl prepare her meal. She can make Kitten Girl do anything, all for the removal of a small article of clothing, and from there, maybe a tickle, and maybe even a feel, or possibly even a kiss.
She’s not bad looking for a girl, thinks Mandy, checking out Kitten Girl. If I were to go all the way with a girl, I could do a lot worse.
In the meantime, Misty sits in one of the many monitor rooms, watching Mandy’s sexual manipulation of Kitten Girl and pondering on what to do about Mandy.
You know, I don’t think I’ll use sleep deprivation tonight, Misty thinks. No, tonight, I’ll allow Mandy and Kitten Girl to enjoy each others’ company. I’ll send them some bottles of champagne. Let them party tonight. I’ll go back to brainwashing attempts tomorrow night.
The door bell outside the monitor room rings.
“Yes, who is it?” inquires Misty.
“It’s us,” replies Belly Dancer. “We have something – actually someone – I think you’d like to see.”
Misty opens the door. Belly Dancer and Harem Girl stand there holding a sleeping girl in a bikini who looks exactly like Mandy Leigh.
“This is Mandy’s identical twin sister,” says Belly Dancer. “Her name’s Amanda.”
“She looks just like her,” Misty remarks, her eyes sparkling. “Mandy’s twin.”
Just what kind of a girl is Mandy’s sister? And what will become of Mandy and Kitten Girl? Find out in Issue 6: “The Human Pendulum,” on stands soon!