They spent the remainder of the afternoon shopping, and she felt the fatigue building within her. The sleepless - or rather, the disrupted - night before was start to wear on her. She found herself nodding off while trying on a pair of shoes. Fletcher kept her moving at breakneck speed up and down Madison Avenue until early evening. They stopped for a glass of wine at Bateau Ivre and stood at the bar. There were tables available, but Fletcher insisted. She felt the fatigue in her eyes and she was experiencing a problem with her coordination.
Fletcher noticed.
"You're really too soon into this to be so tired, Lisa. The program usually takes at least 72 sleepless hours to really kick in. A lot of this is based on the Chinese work, but when the Russians did the really fundamental research on this in the 1970s, they discovered that simply keeping someone awake didn't do the trick. That just led to a breakdown. The real trick is to keep letting you almost get to a state of sleep, then interrupting it," he said.
"Should you be telling me all this?" she asked. "Won't it spoil the effect?"
"Oh, you've don't understand. I could tell you every single step in the process and it wouldn't make a difference in the end. I'll give you a little light bedtime reading tonight to get you educated on this."
"Whooo hooo...that sounds fun."
The drove back to his apartment. She was profoundly sleepy and wanted to try anything she could to make him let her steal just an hour of rest. She snuggled against him in the Rover, cursing the divider between the seats. She kissed his ears and neck. One hand played over his crotch lightly, teasing him into a swift and full erection.
Lisa played out a little mind control scenario of her own. She would seduce him quickly. Make him cum fast and hard, then insist on doing it again. She prided herself on what she and Amy called, "mind erasing blowjobs." In her mind she saw it as 20 minutes of work which would put him to sleep. Men were all the same.
But when they pulled into the garage at his townhouse, Fletcher was all business again. He walked her into his library and she was stunned by the room. Floor to ceiling bookshelves crowded with books on every possible subject. Simple Thomas Moser pieces filled the room; a long shaker writing table, a few chairs. An enormous Oriental rug ran the length and width of the room. It was dim, but pinpoint lights over the reading chair, the desk, and the bookshelves left bright pools of light. Behind his desk was a painting of the house in Maine.
He unlocked a glass-fronted bookshelf and pulled out a thick, manila-bound report. She looked at the title and realized that Fletcher was completely serious. It was old, clearly, and covered with "TOP SECRET/NOFORN" stamps.
"After the Korean War the government commissioned four independent studies of brainwashing. Two of them - one by Lifton and one by Schein - were compelling enough. One was a secret study conducted by the CIA and the fourth was never published. The two public studies showed what happened with the Chinese brainwashing program...the symptoms, if you will. The CIA study went a little deeper. The fourth study was never published...but it was completed. You're holding one of four known copies. It's a cookbook of how to break someone down and rebuild their perceptions and beliefs. A brainwashing manual."
She held it in her hands, feeling unsteady.
"Of course, I've taken that research a good bit farther. The Chinese were hardly all that bright about sexual persuasion, Lisa. But I think you'll find that I am."
Her pussy was instantly hot and wet again, and she felt a flush of arousal make her weak in the knees. She was in a frenzy of arousal and confused over what to do. His promises to brainwash her were coming true moment by moment and she loved the feeling of his confidence and control. She had never felt this before. He walked her upstairs to his bedroom - 'Yesss,' she thought, 'If I can just get him to cum a couple times he'll sleep. And then I'll sleep.'
But once again, Fletcher was running the show. He let her settle into the downy warmth of his bed and make love to her. She felt sleep creeping up once, then twice as he steadily and skillfully licked her pussy. Each time she was about to doze, he delivered another orgasm to her with his tongue. She tried to slide down and place her mouth on his cock but he kept making her cum. After the fourth time, she was whimpering. "Fletcher, please...oh God...please."
He pulled her up into a sitting position. He kissed her neck and mouth. She bent to take his cock in her mouth, and was surprised he came quickly. "Kissing your pussy turns me on so very much," he whispered. She was delighted that he was aroused by her. She kneaded the back of his neck and shoulders firmly, trying to relax him. He lay down on the bed as she continued to press deeply into his back. His breathing was settling down. Every few seconds her head would drop forward as she experienced a few seconds of microsleep. She rolled him over and once again took his cock in her mouth. It was growing harder by the second and she felt as if one more orgasm would put him to sleep.
Sleep for her was a growing obsession. She wanted it more than anything. She lost track as her mouth slid up and down his cock, once wondering if she could possibly stay awake until he came. She poured ever bit of her concentration into making him cum. She used every trick she knew, and in time, Fletcher's cock swelled even more in her mouth. She knew she was close to victory. She felt his hips rocking up, pushing his cock at her, his arousal building.
When Fletcher came, she felt the deep physical release flowing through him. She felt his body relax and felt him breathing steadily and slowly. She tasted the sweetness of his cum, enjoying it. It tasted strangely fresh and clean. 'Oh, God, just let him sleep,' she prayed.
But Fletcher stirred within minutes. He kissed her long and hard.
"Lisa, that was fantastic. Shall we continue the real purpose of our evening?"
She groaned as he lifted her off the bed. They walked back towards the other bedroom. She felt confused and helpless suddenly. She had given him her most diligent attention and he simply shook it off, stood up, and kept going. In her experience, most men were by this point either sleeping like babies or proposing marriage.
Once again, the white room beckoned. She knew that Fletcher would brook no argument and walked passively ahead of him. Perhaps if she burrowed deeply enough in the blankets the light and sounds wouldn't affect her.
"Now, Lisa...that was lovely. I think you're magnificent. But now we're going to play a slightly different game from last night." He was grinning widely. He took her to the bathroom, modestly not watching while she peed and brushed her teeth. She wanted a mirror, but the room was devoid of one. Fletcher led her to the bed and produced a set of restraints. They were padded and lined, even somewhat comfortable, but her hands and feet were soon entirely secured to the bedposts.
Fletcher disappeared for a few minutes. She heard his bare feet padding across the wooden floor. He was wearing khakis and a sweater now, and for the first time in her life she felt oddly vulnerable. He was carrying with a silver Halliburton case. He sat in the club chair with it open on his lap for a few minutes, extracting a few items. The first was a pair of EEG pads. He attached them to her temples and ran the cable around the back of the bed to an unseen port.
"Last night you were denied sleep by irritation, noise, and lights. Tonight, you'll be denied sleep by quite another method. The EEG is going to be monitoring your brain activity. It's connected to a neat little program on the house computer that detects you sleep cycle coming on." He was attaching something around her waist now...something that strapped around her waist and slid inside her still-wet pussy. She groaned in surprise and pleasure as the vibrator filled her. Part of it also rested outside her, covering her clit perfectly.
"Lisa, tonight when you want to sleep, you'll find that through the miracle of technology, you'll be hit with a rather strong orgasm. You may not sleep much, but you'll certainly cum quite a few more times tonight."
"Fletcher...uh...I can't...you already made me..." she tapered off. He had triggered a switch somewhere and she felt a deep, strong throbbing inside her. It started pushing her to orgasm almost at once. As she writhed on the bed he left the room.
"Good night, Lisa...we'll start the next step tomorrow."
It was quite simply the longest night of her life. She came. She came again. She would doze, and then be awakened by the powerful vibrator. She tried to push the EEG pads off her forehead, but couldn't. Each time sleep crept up, so did the pleasure. The vibrator was a wonder, clearly programmed to vary in speed, intensity, and pattern each time she came. She was physically more exhausted than she had been in her entire life.
Fletcher sat again in the control room, gazing at the monitors. It had taken a huge effort of willpower to stand up after cumming a second time with her. But, he reflected, any gaps in the program would set it back to the start. He set his watch alarm, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes. She was going to be sleep deprived, but he could at least catnap.
Four hours later she was bleary, but awake. She was about to call out for Fletcher when he appeared by her bedside. He gave her water to drink and stroked her hair. She was crying slightly, but not much. She had cum more than fifteen times since he left her and she felt utterly drained and utterly exhausted.
"It's only 2:00 am, Lisa...it's a long night ahead of you. Would you like to go somewhere? Do something? Hungry?"
"Please...sleep," she whispered.
"Ah, anything but that, my love."
"Please..."
"Lisa, right now you would say or do anything to sleep. That's nice, but its not true obedience and its not true submission."
"Please Fletcher...my god..."
"Tell me something, Lisa. How do you feel?"
"Oh, Fletcher, I'm so tired."
"Not the symptoms, Lisa...how do you feel?"
She considered her situation for a long moment. She felt his hand on her hair and smelled his warm presence beside her. Her eyes closed for a moment and she felt the vibrator kick in again. She came, and realized that she felt complete in a strange way. There was no one to impress with her wit and talent, no one to intimidate with her tart tongue, and no one to let past her elaborate defenses. Fletcher was here and he knew what he was doing to her, regardless of her will or her desires.
"I don't know how to say this...but I...I...I feel good, Fletcher. I feel like you're in charge and you know what to do," she whispered, "I've never felt this way before."
He kissed her forehead. "Lisa, sit up." He untied her hands and feet. The EEG leads and the vibrator stayed.
"Take this." He held out a tiny yellow tablet.
Without a moments hesitation she took it, swallowing it with more water.
"I'm going to leave you with some reading material, Lisa. In about 30 minutes you'll be wide awake for quite a while...very wide awake for the next ten hours or so...I think having something to read is a good thing."
He handed her four binders from the Halliburton case. Three books followed. She sat on the bed, crying softly. She still wanted to sleep. It was like no hunger she had ever known. She was worn down beyond her limits. But as Fletcher sat there kissing her lightly, she felt the drug kick in. Fletcher kissed her forehead and whispered, "You just read for a while...that's my girl."
Without knowing it, Fletcher had whispered three words that drove deep into her subconscious mind. "That's my girl" had always had a strong, almost disturbing effect on her. Something about it symbolized approval and gratification that was intensely powerful and almost overwhelming.
True to Fletcher's promise, she was soon wide awake, though in a strange, almost jittery way that made her feel anxious and nervous. The drug woke her up but did nothing to relive the deep exhaustion inside her. Regardless, she could do nothing about it now. She watched him pad out of the room and started reading.
The books were an education. Fletcher's informal but surprisingly thorough research was detailed and splendidly organized. He clearly understood this process in ways that she had only imagined before. It was psychology. It was history. It was arousing and terrifying.
The night crept on and she felt the physical exhaustion wearing on her even more. Every joint ached, but the drug kept her mind racing. Her intellectual capacity seemed to be alternately sharpened and shattered as she read...words swam in and out of focus and she often had to reread sentences over and over before she understood them fully. Others penetrated her mind at once, burning there with fierce clarity. She cried at times for no reason.
In the morning, Fletcher came in to find Lisa sitting in the bed, eyes staring blankly at a notebook. Her hands were shaking and her skin was pale. She was clearly reaching the point where we wanted her.
"Lisa, today we're going to keep going. I want you to know you're almost there and that once you begin your training this time will be just a strange, blurry memory.
She had trouble speaking.
"Fletcher...uh...I can't...think. Nothing is..." she trailed off.
He left the room again. The lights were too bright and her body was a wreck. She took minutes to walk the few steps to the bathroom. She wanted a mirror. A window. A clock. A newspaper. Anything to give her a frame of reference. She had no idea if what she had read was fact or fiction. She had no idea where she was. The featureless rooms and brilliant light were leaving her as disoriented as the lack of sleep. She knew this was part of the process and another element in his plan.
But that knowledge did nothing to help her. It did nothing to stop the slow dissolution of rational thought and her increasingly tenuous grasp of reality. In brief moments of clarity she knew that she was too weak in both mind and body to resist him in any way.
Fletcher knew this also. He was sitting in the control room again, consulting his notes and listening to Scarlatti on the mp3 player. As he watched her stagger back to the bed and stare blankly at the notebooks, he realized the time had come.
He tapped out a few commands on the keyboard of the high-end laptop. She could hear his voice over the room speakers now. "Lisa, we're going to begin training you now," he said. "You're going to become very submissive to my will as we go through this process. We're going to explore all of your desires and fantasies, and of course, you're going to come to embrace all of mine." She stared up at the walls, glancing around nervously.
He appeared in the room.
"Take this." He held out another tablet like the one before.
She took it meekly, knowing if she it that sleep would be forestalled for many more hours. She held it in her palm, wondering how she could survive much longer without sleep. Every part of her ached for rest and sleep. Fletcher held out a glass of water. She took the pill, and drank deep.
"When this kicks in, we'll being the real training. Lisa, you're now in a place where the professionals in this business..." he paused and laughed "...unlike myself, being simply and enthusiastic amateur, start indoctrinating their subjects with new values and new ideas. When we're done, you won't know what you believe and what I've told you to believe. There's an fascinating philosophical argument underneath all this but, really, you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about it."
In minutes, her attention was again riveted. She was edgy and irritable, but Fletcher insisted on handling her as if she were a small child. He sat next to her, stroking her hair. She wanted to slap him, to bite him. She was suddenly in a fury. Lisa had read that sleep deprivation would lead to outbursts and anger. But she also knew that yelling or fighting or an outburst would lead to nothing. Fletcher would disapprove. Fletcher would be unhappy. Fletcher might not love her. She felt tears coming at those thoughts and drove them from her frazzled mind. She put on a wan smile.
"That's my girl. Now, your mind probably feels pretty odd right now. The psychological and physiological state you're in at this moment is tricky. You really have no defenses, which is why we're going to hypnotize you now. It's going to be the first of many, many times you'll be hypnotized in the coming days. You're probably thinking that you can't be hypnotized...that you'll just fall asleep for a week when I let you."
She was speechless. She knew intellectually that they were moving towards hypnosis, and that was a deeply odd and troubling point for her. Fletcher continued. "Now, I'm going to be taking a little time off today from our efforts. We're having a dinner party later this week, and I've got a lot to do. People are going to be meeting a whole new Lisa. But in the mean time you're going to listen to some mp3s that I've had prepared for you."
He slipped the headphones on again. She was meek and cooperative, and as he placed the vibrator on her again, she felt a moment of brief arousal. She wondered briefly about the new Lisa he'd mentioned but she felt him cup her chin in his hand and turn her face to him. His mouth was swiftly on hers, warm and softly demanding. She kissed him back, feeling hot tears of exhaustion mixing with a growing sexual arousal.
"You may be surprised when the mp3 starts, Lisa. It's a woman's voice," he said. "In the course of my research I located a woman in Miami who has been quite helpful in the development of the program."
"She's a woman hypnotist with a quite amazing and intuitive understanding of the process of brainwashing. Her day to day work is as a hypnotic dominatrix - the details of which would amuse you - and she's really quite skillful at it. I let her put me under once as a sort of experiment and it was one of the most interesting hours I've spent. She has quite a stable of rather submissive little friends - mostly men, but a few women who are particularly susceptible to her style and her approach."
Lisa looked startled. "She...you...we're hypnotized?"
"Of course, Lisa," I wanted to understand what was happening...and I will confess to finding losing control quite arousing at times."
"But...I can't be..." she started to cry quietly, fearful of disappointing Fletcher. "I can't be...told you I tried...wanted to be hypnotized...fantasy of it...but I can't" she said, holding back more tears. She had done it. She had confessed to Fletcher that his attempt to brainwash her played into some of her deepest and most treasured fantasies. It was something she had never confessed to anyone, even Amy. And almost never to herself.
He pressed a small remote control and she heard that voice begin speaking. The room lights dimmed, leaving her again in the center of the bed. It was so soft and so comfortable it invited sleep, but the drugs continued to race through her mind. And then she started to listen more closely. Very closely. The room faded from her mind leaving only the sound of the woman's voice.
She was surprised how little she remembered of the night before. It was a long blur of the mp3 loop playing over and over again. Although the stimulants kept her awake on some level, her fundamental brain chemistry needed sleep so deeply that her basic cognitive skills were deeply impaired. The woman's voice was confident, compelling, and drove on and on through the night. She could sometimes follow the thread of the conversation but for the most part her conscious memory was useless at this point. All she knew was that the things she listened to that night were vastly important. She felt them out there at the edge of her conscious mind.
She was unable to balance or stand that morning. Fletcher helped her into the shower and stood under the hot water with her. She almost fainted and he stepped into the shower to catch her. He was totally nonplussed to have his dark trousers and mock turtleneck soaked through. He undressed as he held her, with a quick and clever kind of dexterity. Even through her haze of sleep deprivation she wondered at his odd demeanor. He was loving and affectionate, but the strangest man she had ever met.
"Lisa, you're almost done now. I'm so happy with how well you're doing."
She looked at him and felt an amazingly strong need for his approval and affection. He was happy with her. He was smiling at her. She felt an almost childlike glee.
"Have I done well, Fletcher? I want to, so much." she said meekly.
"Exceptionally well, Lisa."
Warmth built up inside her and she felt more safe and protected than ever before. And as that sense of warmth spread, she felt herself reacting sexually. She admitted to herself that she wanted Fletcher's approval and it made her happy and horny at the same time.
He leaned her against the wall of the shower and slipped inside her. She clumsily wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his neck. His cock was like a warm, firm anchor and her body responded, slowly at first, but with increasing strength to his patient, deep strokes. She came once, twice. Fletcher let himself go, cumming with fast deep surges. She felt him leaning against her, breathing deeply.
He nuzzled her ear, "I love you, Lisa."
When they left the shower, Fletcher wrapped her in a thick white robe and led her back to the bed. She felt beyond the capacity for rational thought, and in fact, she was. Fletcher seemed to fade in and out of focus and she had trouble keeping her eyes from rolling back in her head.
The drugs were gone and Fletcher had her nestled in the blankets.
She was only half conscious as Fletcher said, "Lisa, you can sleep in just one more minute." She felt such a deep sense of relief that hot, swift tears filled her eyes. He cradled her in his arms and she sensed rather than saw him rest his body on hers, filling her again. As he slowly and sweetly kissed her she felt him take her once again, this time leading to an orgasm that took her into the deep, sweet sleep she had craved for days.
And as she slept, the woman's voice started again. Lisa was too far gone to consciously hear anything, but for twelve long hours, she slept...and learned. Her dreams were strange to her. She imagined herself on a couch, talking to a woman with the most compelling voice she had ever heard. Her dream self felt constantly aroused by the sound of the mysterious woman's, but it was an arousal that kept slipping away from her. She would speak, and Lisa would grow closer and closer to orgasm...only to feel it slip away. Lisa knew that her orgasms would come more and more frequently and strongly if she listened to every word and obeyed every word. She dreamed that disobeying Fletcher would make her feel so sad and so ashamed that it made her almost hysterical. On and on she dreamed, thinking of the pleasure that would come if she listened and obeyed.
The next morning she heard a woman's voice speaking to her. "Wake up now, Lisa. Wide awake and ready to obey." She popped the earphones out and sat up in bed. She noticed immediately that the door was open. She was free. She walked into the bathroom and stood under the shower for ten minutes, letting the hot water drive against her skin. She felt almost recovered as she stepped out.
She noticed that the bathroom counter was no longer bare. There were several neatly arranged baskets of makeup and hair goodies. She smiled and wondered if Fletcher had done the shopping himself, or if he'd gotten outside advice. No matter.
She dried her hair and without thinking about it consciously started putting on her makeup. She wanted to look great for Fletcher this morning. The thought of preparing herself for him made her pussy feel warm and soft. She did her eyes and lips, applying what her conscious mind thought might be a little too much makeup for the morning, but as she continued she felt herself becoming increasingly aroused. As she brushed powder on her face, she found herself running the makeup brush down her neck and around her nipples.
She loved the feeling of the brush as it swept over her breasts. Her nipples hardened at once and she slowly ran the brush across them until they were maddeningly sensitive. She looked at her sexy eyes and red lips and knew Fletcher would be pleased with her. That thought made her feel so strong and so happy that she slid the makeup brush down between her legs and inside her wet pussy. It wasn't as thick as Fletcher's cock, but she leaned forward with one hand on the counter and let the orgasm rush through her.
She found clothes hanging on the back of the door. A soft white cotton shirt and a plaid Burberry skirt, both her size. The bra and panties were diaphanous and sexy. It wasn't precisely her style, but she wanted to make Fletcher happy and when she was dressed she liked what she saw in the mirror. "Mmmmm," she said aloud, "Fletcher likes the dirty preppy schoolgirl look."
She walked out of the room that had been her world for three long days and down the hall. She remembered where Fletcher's room was and found it empty. The house was quiet and empty. She padded downstairs and heard music coming from the back of the townhouse. It led her to Fletcher's stunning kitchen. And to Fletcher, who was squeezing orange juice. The kitchen was filled with great cooking smells.
"Good morning! Breakfast is coffee, juice, spinach omelets, and beignets. The beignets were delivered but the rest is mine, all mine," he laughed. "Come give me a kiss." She ran across the kitchen and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her tight and she kissed him with fierce energy and passion.
There was a small garden and courtyard at the rear of the townhouse. It was cooler than ever and Fall was clearly and briskly making its presence known. Fletcher's coffee was good, she thought, reason number 3256 to keep him. Fletcher caught her up on the events of the last few days and read a few funny stories to her from the New York Times. She was amazingly contented and relaxed. Every time Fletcher looked at her with his funny smile, it was like pressing a button. She felt love, arousal, excitement, all merging into one.
Breakfast finished, she followed him back inside. He swept through the kitchen, cleaning up quickly. He may be rich, she thought, but he does his own dishes. She liked that for some reason. It brought back memories of the trip to Maine, which seemed almost impossibly long ago. He hopped up on the edge of the counter and grinned at her.
She walked over to him and rested her head against his chest.
"Lisa, now that you're rested and you're a little more able to focus, I need to ask you something," he said.
"Of course, Fletcher."
"First off, you're an amazingly good subject. You've been fairly deeply conditioned in this first phase, in ways that are going to become more and more clear to you today."
She nodded.
"If we stop right now, you're going to feel a lot of the programming for some time. It will fade eventually, but some of it could be with you for weeks or months. If we go on, you're going to go past the point of no return soon. But this decision has to have your consent at every point or it's a lot less effective. You've gone past the first barriers, but you have to decide how much more you want to do," he said matter-of-factly.
She felt that sense again that Fletcher knew more about her mind than she did. She tried to inventory her mind and her feelings but couldn't come close to understanding what was happening to her. She was aroused again at the idea of giving up her control and giving in to Fletcher in whatever ways he wanted. She knew he wouldn't forcibly take her will from her but that if she gave it he would use it and her for his pleasure.
"You don't have to answer now, Lisa," he said, "Today is going to be fun and we're going to try out your many, many new triggers and your conditioning. And you can start by answering another little question."
"Sure..." she said.
"Lisa, what is it that you do better than any other woman on Earth?"
Her mouth responded before her brain and she said in a bright and cheerful voice, "I give better blowjobs than anyone. I'll completely erase your mind with them, Fletcher." A small part of her mind thought she sounded too perky, but she saw Fletcher's eyes widen in pleasure. Her conditioning took over and she unzipped his pants and undid his belt in seconds. His already-hard cock was in her hand a moment later.
She eyed his cock for a long moment, enjoying its thickness and heft. As she stared at it she felt the reality of the suggestion filling her mind completely. She did give the best blowjobs in the world. She knew that fact was indisputable and absolute. She looked at Fletcher with an expression of total lust and abandon as her hand pumped his cock up and down in preparation.
She heard herself speaking, feeling a strange, almost arrogant power in the words, "Fletcher, I'm so fucking good at this that I can make any man cum exactly when I want him to. You included. I can make it last for three hours of sexual overload or I can make you cum like a teenager in two minutes. Whatever I do, you're going to cum, and you're going to cum when and how I want. And yes, it's going to be great for you. I can't wait to have that cock in my mouth. I can't wait to feel that first drop of cum and slide it around the head of your cock until it glistens. I can't wait for you to lose control and to swallow that cum of yours."
Fletcher's startled expression clearly showed that he had programmed more than he bargained for in this instance. His cock was now completely erect and throbbing mightily. She lowered her head to his cock and let her tongue play over the head, teasingly and lightly at first. She slowly slipped her lips over more and more of the head of his cock, loving the warm pulsing of it in her mouth.
"Ummmmmm," he moaned immediately, "Oh...Lisa..."
She looked up into his eyes, her lips still touching his cock. She pulled back slowly, with a gentle pressure as she did. Her expression was wicked.