Chapter 7: Using The Power

Tina was on the phone when Jack walked in. He leaned against the open doorway of Don’s office ignoring the look she gave him. Don waved him in, and Jack went in, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up, Jack?” He motioned for Jack to have a seat across from him.

Jack sat down and answered, “I’m thinking about my future at the agency.”

“I’d say your future is a bright one, based on the work we saw today. What do you think your future is going to be like?”

“I’m looking for something more than account executive,” admitted Jack.

“Well, Bob and I have the partner jobs sewed up, as well as the two senior account exec slots, but you know that already. Did you have anything in mind?”

Jack nodded. “I was thinking Director of Strategic Marketing.”

“Which means what?” asked Don. That wasn’t a current position in the firm.

“Which means whatever we mean it to be. I’m not looking to be a partner or getting locked into anything. I figure that I’ll be able to stick my nose into any of the current campaigns and figure out some ways to expand on them.”

“And for more money than an account executive makes.” That wasn’t a question, but a statement. Jack wouldn’t be asking for a different job unless there was a pay raise involved.

“Consider the Cortez Motors campaign. We are going to be billing a lot more than before, a lot more!” Like all ad agencies, Booker & Blakely bought ad time and space from various media outlets and used that time to run ads for their clients. The more time and space they bought the better the discount they got. They got an overage on the ads and were able to charge for production costs. Everything involved in running the ads, whether print or media, they had their fingers in. The bigger the campaign, the more they would be billing and the more they would make.

“Which we will probably need to increase staff for. Lisa’s going to need another artist, we’ll have to beef up production, and we’ll need another guy in demographics.”

“And all of those people will be able to work on the next project,” countered Jack. He could have used his new powers but wanted to try the power of persuasion.

“Which would be... ?”

“Metrobank.”

Don’s eyes popped open at that. Metrobank was a small client of Bob’s, but they wanted to grow, and were talking about switching to a larger agency. Keeping them would be important, and the larger campaign that would result from that would be very profitable. “Metrobank.”

“They are ripe to grow and will be watching what happens with Cortez Motors. Cortez is a major client of Metrobank.”

“Now that is very interesting, Jack, very interesting. Let me talk to Bob about this.”

Jack nodded and took his leave. On his way out, he said, “Something else, I need to use Tina for a while today. It won’t be long, just an hour or less. I hope you can explain to her that I need to have her help.”

“Of course,” Don said, picking up the phone, calling Tina in.

Tina opened the door and came in, her pad in her hand. “Yes, Mr. Blakely,” she said, looking at Don.

“Jack has a project he needs you to help with. I can get along without you while you’re working with him.”

Jack saw her eyes shifting to him, then back to Don. “Uhh, there are several things I need to do now. Can’t Jack get someone else to help him? Teresa can do it.”

Thinking ‘You have no choice ... You have no choice ... You have no choice,’ Jack said, “No, Tina, it’s you I want.”

“But...” she said, then looking into his face, lowered her eyes resignedly.

“This is important,” Don said. “Jack needs you now. If necessary, you’ll just have to change your plans.”

She looked at Don. “Yes sir, I’ll find time later.”

Smiling at his victory, Jack said, “Come to my office, I’ll explain what I want.”

In his office, Tina stood in front of him still clutching her note pad. Leaning against his desk, Jack glanced out the open doorway, assuring himself no one was looking in.

Willing her not to resist, he quickly grabbed her hand. “What... ?” she cried, trying to pull away.

Without speaking, he directed his thought at her ‘Obey me.’

Lowering her eyes, “Yes Lord,” she said softly.

As he closed the door, “Lord, you did well using only a mental command. Your powers are already growing,” Construct said.

Jack stood next to Tina. “Why are you such a bitch?” he asked.

She turned, glaring at him. “I’m not a bitch.”

“Yes, you are, you act like a bitch to almost everyone, but especially to me. Now tell me why and tell me the truth.”

“All right, Lord, if you insist. Nobody sees how good I am, how much better I am. I work hard, more than I’m supposed to, and I follow every rule. But you, and people like you, you don’t, and I’m not appreciated for it. Look at you, you look like a bum. You’re unshaved, your clothes aren’t appropriate for the office, and you were late when I specifically told you to get here sooner, and you make more money than me, even though I’m better ... and ... and...”

“Okay, that’s enough, I know what you are now,” he said, his voice low. “And you know what I am, don’t you?”

She looked at him, her eyes full of fear. “Ye ... yes, you are my Lord,” lowering her eyes before him.

Taking her hand again, “I’m your Lord, your master, and you are my slave, and will do and believe and feel what I command you.”

“Yes Lord,” she answered, in a barely audible whisper.

Jack examined his newest slave. Tina Randall was divorced, thirty-eight years old, tall, and clearly in good physical condition, with a firm, full figure. Her light brown eyes followed his movements as he looked her over. Her reddish-blonde hair was cut short. Examining her now, he saw her face was prettier than he had realized, with full lips and a fine complexion. He noticed for the first time a sprinkle of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose and the top of her high cheekbones.

Jack locked his office door before he turned back to Tina and started unbuttoning her tailored white blouse. Her lips opened a little as though to object, but then realizing that again she had no choice, she remained silent.

When Jack finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled the shirt tails from her fitted slacks, she turned her head, breathing in sharply through her nose. He pulled her blouse open, staring at Tina’s breasts, encased in a lacy, white brassiere, seeing her nipples erect, pushing out the fabric of her bra. “Are you aroused?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered in a low whisper.

“Lord,” Construct said. “When others become aware of your true nature, they will desire to serve you. If they feel you may find them sexually attractive, they will desire to serve you in that way.”

“That explains Lisa’s behavior.”

“Yes Lord. You will find that as your power grows, others will become aware of your true nature more quickly, and they will immediately desire to serve you.”

“Open your bra,” Jack commanded, then watched as Tina reached behind to unclasp her brassiere before letting her hands fall to her sides.

With both hands, he pulled up the front of her bra, watching her heavy breasts tumble out. They were large, and surprisingly firm for a woman her age, with a sprinkle of freckles across their tops matching those on her face. The broad areolas were dark, pink-brown in color, the long, thick nipples the same color, erect now with her arousal.

He wanted to touch her, to cradle those full breasts in his hands, but restrained himself, remembering his need to humble her, to take his revenge on her. Almost as if she was aware of his desire, Tina moved her hands up, as though to do for herself what he refused. But then, with a sigh, remembering his order, she let her hands fall to her sides.

“Open your pants,” he commanded, his voice low.

“Please, Lord,” Tina pleaded.

“Open them,” he commanded again.

Jack watched as she reached for the waistband of her slacks, opened the clasp and slid the zipper down. With her hands at her waist, she awaited Jack’s next command.

“Pull them down,” he ordered, watching as Tina slid her slacks over her hips, letting them slide down her long legs to pool at her ankles. She was wearing lacy white panties that matched her bra. Looking closely, Jack could see a dark spot at the crotch where the fabric had become damp from her arousal.

“Now the panties,” he ordered, watching her tits swaying as she bent, pushing the panties to her ankles. Then she straightened, her back arched, allowing Jack to examine her nearly naked body, awaiting his next command.

He let his eyes wander over Tina’s long, shapely legs, the soft swell of her belly, her vee, the curly reddish-blonde pubic hair trimmed to a shadow outlining her labia. He walked behind to examine her back, her slim waist, her full ass. Slowly, he moved his hand to touch the smooth skin, squeeze one of those firm buttocks, feeling the taut muscles inside. She drew in a quick breath, trembling at his touch, and as he caressed her waist, she leaned into his hand.

“You’re in excellent condition, hardly an ounce of excess fat on you,” he said, his hand still on her waist. “Do you work out?”

“Yes Lord, every day, and weekends I bicycle with ... with my daughter,” she answered her voice low.

“Take off your pants and panties,” he commanded, “Bend over, spread your legs,” Tina drew in another quick breath as she obeyed.

From behind, Jack looked at the swollen labia, glistening with her arousal. Slowly, he slid his middle finger into her pussy, so warm and slick he now knew how much she wanted him. She gasped, and he felt her vagina growing tight, then even tighter, squeezing, compressing his finger, perhaps even more tightly than he had ever experienced before.

“How do you do that?”

Tina turned her head, looking back, gasping as he slowly moved his finger inside her. “It’s, it’s part of my exercise routine. It’s Kegel exercises to keep me fit down there too.” Gasping even louder, “Please Lord, use me, let me serve you, Lord ... Please.”

She gave a sharp cry as he abruptly pulled his finger from her swollen pussy. With his left hand, he pushed against her butt-cheek, opening her ass to his view. “Have you ever been fucked here?” he asked, pressing his finger to her puckered anus.

“I ... I don’t like that.”

“I didn’t ask if you liked it. I like it and that’s all that matters.” he answered, slowly forcing his slick finger into her anus.

Like her vagina, this too was very tight. Slowly he pressed his finger into her until its full length was inside her tight rectum. As he slowly moved it inside her, Tina, drawing in a quick breath, began squeezing him with her sphincter.

“Uggh,” she cried as quickly, almost viciously, he wrenched his finger from her tight asshole.

“Stand up, get dressed,” Jack commanded. He began wiping his fingers clean with some tissues. Jack watched her pull up her slacks and arrange her clothing. When she was done, Tina stood before him, her eyes lowered. “Are you seeing anyone now?”

She looked up. “I was but I broke up with him. He wasn’t good enough for me.”

“Tell me about your daughter. How old is she now?”

Tina smiled at the thought. “Kirs ... Kirsten, she’s sixteen, Lord, smart, doing well at school, pretty, popular, a good girl. I’m very proud of her. She’s the only person I care about.”

Jack smiled. “Do you have a picture of her?”

“Yes Lord, on my desk, I’ve got two.”

He opened the door. “Get them.”

Tina returned with the two framed photos from her desk.

Jack closed and locked the door again before taking the photos. In the first, a close-up, he saw a younger version of Tina, the face a little thinner, the hair longer - shoulder length, and a little redder, strawberry-blonde.

The second photo was of mother and daughter together, on the tennis court wearing white shirts and shorts, holding their racquets, smiling at the camera. Jack could see that Kirsten was a little shorter than her mother, but he assumed she still had some growing to do. Her youthful figure wasn’t as voluptuous as Tina’s, but he guessed that too would be developing more.

“The daughter would be a valuable addition to your harem, as would Tina,” Construct said.

Jack set the photos on his desk. “Does she have a boyfriend?”

Tina’s eyes opened wide. “No, Lord. She doesn’t have a regular boyfriend, when they go out it’s in a group.”

“So, she’s a virgin?”

“I, I think so, Lord. Yes, I’m sure she is. She isn’t that close to any one boy. She’s a good girl, and she keeps her curfew.”

“Is she on birth control?”

“Yes, Lord, she’s on the pill.”

“Hmm,” he said, wondering if he wanted another virgin now that Teresa would be joining his harem. “Give me your hand.” Then as Tina slowly, tentatively offered her hand, “When we’re done here, and you walk out my office door, you will forget consciously all that has happened here and the commands I gave you, but all will remain in your unconscious and you will obey as though you consciously remembered them. Do you understand?”

“Yes Lord.”

“You will realize the reason you have been such a bitch is not because you are superior to everyone else, but because they are superior to you. You will know how unworthy, how low, you really are. Your only hope of gaining their respect will be to change your ways, to try to make yourself worthy of others. You will be genuinely friendly and helpful to all, to try to be worthy of their friendship and trust.

“And, you will know that the reason you have been so bitchy toward me is that you desire me, more than you have ever desired anyone, but you know you are unworthy. To become worthy, you will gladly do anything I want. You will debase yourself, humiliate yourself, volunteer to perform any act, no matter how distasteful or painful. You will be my slave, my slut, my whore, and you will whore your daughter to me in the hope of making yourself worthy of my attention.”

Tina kept her eyes on the floor. “Yes, Lord,” she said, her voice low.

Jack dropped her hand, unlocked the door. “Now take your pictures and get out.”

Quickly, fumbling a little in her haste, Tina picked up the photos, opened the door and was gone.

Smiling to himself, Jack sat down behind his desk. He checked his watch, it was after two-thirty, and called Sharley. “Oh, hi, Jack honey, uhh, Lord,” she answered, then told him Dakota wasn’t back from her shoot yet. When he asked what she had been doing, “Just cleaning around the house, Lord.”

“Good.” He thought he could almost sense through the phone her feeling of pride at his praise. “I wanted to let you know we’re going to have another girl living with us, Lisa Colosino, from the office.”

“Oh, I know her, she’s pretty, and nice too,” Sharley enthused. “But I thought she had a husband.”

“She did, but he died in Afghanistan a few years ago. I think this will be good for her, and for all of us.”

“Oh, how terrible. I think you’re right, it will be good for her to be with you and with us. So, Lord, how many women are you planning to have in your harem?”

Jack could hear the smile in Sharley’s voice. “Four, Teresa Jimenez will be coming on Friday. I don’t think you’ve met her. She’s young, so we’ll just have to help her fit into our ... our household.”

“Of course, Lord,” Sharley said softly. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

“Lord, there’s Valentina Solana, too,” Construct said. “Surely you will allow her to enter your harem.”

Jack told Sharley he might be adding more girls to his harem, he wasn’t sure how many, but a lot eventually. “I understand, Lord,” she said. “But we might need a bigger house if it’s more than two or three more.”

“I think we can fit them in for now,” he said. “After all, we’ve got three bedrooms.” Then he told her he’d try to return by seven, but because he had a couple of things to do, if he didn’t make it by then to be sure to welcome Lisa when she came.

“Of course, we will, Lord,” Sharley said. “But I hope you’ll be able to pay some attention to Dakota and me tonight, too.”

Jack hung up. He had to begin working on the Cortez campaign, but more importantly, he needed to research the crystals. Was there any information on them other than what Construct was providing? Was it part of Atlantis? The island nation that was consumed by the sea, which had been part of the Atlantis myth - was the myth not a myth?

Tina knocked on his door, saying softly, “Jack, if there’s any way I can help you, anything at all, please let me know,” her complexion turning pink as she blushed deeply.

He paused for a moment. “I’ll let you know when I want you,” he said, smiling at his own words. Maybe she could provide him some help later. He waved her out, telling her to close his door.

Jack turned on his desktop computer. While he mostly worked from a laptop, he had a large and powerful desktop unit available, with multiple processors and multiple large screens on his desk. For want of a better idea, he opened a browser window, loading Google, and a second window loading Wikipedia. “Have to start somewhere,” he commented to Construct.

“Lord, allow me. I can retrieve and process information faster than you can.”

Curious as to how that Construct would do that, Jack said, “Okay, knock yourself out.”

With that, Jack felt himself losing control. As he sat rigidly, staring at the screens, Jack’s hands and fingers began moving without his commanding them. Windows and screens began flashing faster than he could read them. His right wrist and hand were moving in a fast twitch with the mouse; his left hand was sweeping across the keyboard, the fingers typing at a rate he couldn’t comprehend. Within a few minutes he began to get a headache, and his hands and forearms began to hurt. Half an hour later, he was in pain. After an hour he couldn’t stand it any longer. Screaming silently, he commanded, “STOP!”