Chapter 5: The Pleasure Of Feeling Happy

The next morning Fink was looking over the file on Dawn Summers.

She seemed an intelligent young woman. Her sole form of rebellion tended towards shoplifting. She wasn't acting overly promiscuous. A concentrated dose of the happy gas and some new clothes would certainly set off warning bells for the Slayer.

Maybe he'd throw some new hair into the bargain. And a set of pillowy fuck-lips. He scratched out the tit enhancement.

"Later," he mumbled.

Fink grinned. He picked up the phone. Life wasn't bad.

Becker walked down the corridor towards Fink's office. He ignored the various bimbos. Today he was clear in his objectives. He'd never allowed himself to be distracted by anything. Which was exactly why he had been selected for this job.

He deliberately forgot to knock when he went in.

Fink looked up from his phone call. "I'll have to call you back to arrange a time," he said into the phone. "I'm late for a meeting."

He hung up and looked at Becker. "I'm trying to run a business here."

"A business which requires the services of our organization to function," Becker said coldly. "So I need not remind you that our wishes take precedent over anything else you do."

"And speaking of our wishes," he went on. "I'm told Miss Chase almost escaped last night."

Fink waved dismissively.

"We caught her. She never escaped our attention."

"You got reckless." Becker raised his voice just a trifle. "In the future our targets will be kept in confinement until their loyalty is assured. Do you understand?"

Fink just stared.

"Now business," Becker said, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Fink's desk.

Fink produced a memo.

"We restructured the muscles of Miss Burkle's back last night," he said. "We are taking her in for extra implants this morning. We want her to look as cheap and fake as possible. At the same time we start work on Miss Chase's neural re-sequencing. Once her new implants are in we'll set to work on Miss Burkle's too. Now the level of re-sequencing for them is quite high. The new personalities you want created for them may take more than one session to complete. But be reassured, it will be done."

"And the Summers girl?" Becker asked.

"She and her class will be taken to what is known as the white room. It is on the mental augmentation floor. Once inside, a neural flash will be emitted. It will put them all in a trance like state. That will allow us to implant them with memories of a false class field trip."

Fink looked up from his memo.

"We'll also have Miss Chase prove her loyalty to us. She'll be taking the girls and re-educate them on their proper roles in society. She'll teach them their attitudes to their male classmates and reset their future goals."

He chuckled. "Of course she is just ornament. The real programming will be done by our doctors. On the other hand, it will give Miss Chase's own programming extra depth. Nothing as convincing as teaching yourself, eh?"

He grinned and went on.

"In the meantime, Miss Burkle and some of the other girls will entertain the boys. They'll enthusiastically explain to them the nature of male supremacy and the new roles of their female counterparts. They'll do it stripping and lap dancing. Quite the catchy way of getting taught when you are a teenage boy, no?"

Fink sat back smiling.

"Good," Becker said with a sour face. "I needn't stress the importance of today's operation for bringing the Slayer here. If you fail in anyway..."

Fink nodded, trying to look meek.

"I'm well aware of what happens to anyone who fails Wolfram & Hart," he said.

Fuck you, damn dried up bean-counter, was what he thought.

Meanwhile, things were amazingly normal in Sunnydale. Normal as in boring.

Dawn Summers waved a piece of paper in her friend Janice's face. It was the permission slip for their school's fieldtrip.

"BimboTech," she said. "So what is this place anyway?"

"Some stupid research center or something sciency," Janice replied, "That's why it's a science class field trip."

"But," she went on. "Look on the bright side. No classes! And you never know maybe they'll let us take part in some cool experiment."

Fink was in Observation Room Two.

He overlooked the reprogramming lab where several guards tried to restrain a very aggressive Cordelia. The happy gas couldn't be used at this stage; it would interfere with the reprogramming process later on. Which meant his guards were taking several very painful hits mostly to the crotch.

He had to admit she was far more resilient than he had thought. It filled him with a weird sense of satisfaction.

He picked up the folder provided to him by Becker. It gave a detailed outline of how the girls' minds were to be altered. They weren't the usual types of transformation he dealt with. But then again Wolfram & Hart weren't the run of the mill client.

He shouldn't be surprised that their requests were as nasty as they were.

He opened the folder and first reviewed the pictures of people who had to be integrated in Cordelia's personal relationships. There was Fred, of course. Cordelia would soon have to recognize her as her lover. There also was the manager of the porn company she'd be working for. And the landlord of the dump she and Fred would be set up in by Wolfram & Hart. He looked just like the weasel he was. There were also several key members of their team, including Lilah Morgan, Gavin Park, Becker and Eve.

Fink smiled at the special brackets around those names.

The basic set up for Cordelia was that she had to believe she'd come to L.A. to be and actress. But she couldn't get a break and wound up in porn to make a living. She'd hate it. But she'd never quit and would obey any commands the company manager gave her. No matter what.

There were similar brackets around "hate it". "No hate in my bimbos," Fink muttered.

This arrangement would see her at the mercy of the cast and crew of whatever film she was working on. Both on and off screen. In her new home she'd have to service her landlord twice a day in exchange for minor discounts on her their rent. All this would lead to a very angry relationship with Fred. Her intelligence reduction wasn't to be as severe as Fred's. Just enough to limit her prospects. But not enough that she could be walked all over.

Fink pinched the bridge of his nose. Such cruelty.

Fred's profile was a little more extreme. Clearly Lilah didn't like her at all. Her intelligence was to be heavily reduced. She should be left incredibly gullible and highly submissive. They also were to strip her of her scientific, reading, writing and counting skills.

The only thing she'd have left any skill for was dancing and pleasuring her lovers.

The underlining description of Fred was to be a glorified cock tease. But she would hate sex with men. She would derive no personal satisfaction from it. Nevertheless she would still obey all orders from her boss to avoid losing her job.

She'd even fuck him.

But she would really be a lesbian, completely devoted to Cordelia. She'd obey her without question despite her lover's bad attitude. Like Cordelia she would be conditioned to recognize key members of Wolfram & Hart and obey them. An arrangement would be in place for her to entertain at gatherings held by her landlord.

Once more, both paragraphs were riddled with brackets. Only Fink and his head scientists knew what they meant.

"What did these two do to Lilah?" Fink wondered. He had no qualms to dumb down and bimbofy any woman that crossed his path. Especially the intelligent, bitchy ones.

But he'd never make them unhappy with their fate.

"They annoyed her," Becker said, entering the room behind him. "The Burkle girl called her cheap; she doesn't like that."

"Wow, I'd love to see what she comes up with for someone who really pisses her of," Fink said, looking back down at the notes.

"I doubt it," Becker said. He took up position along side Fink and looked down on Cordelia being restrained.

"Can I assume the others will be this... colorful?" asked Fink.

"I don't know what arrangements are being made for them," Becker said. "Lilah Morgan does have a talent for cruelty, though."

Cordelia struggled.

The two large security guards forced her into the strange looking chair in the center of the lab. She kicked, screamed and clawed at them for dear life. But they easily managed to get her into the chair.

A blonde she hadn't yet seen, strapped her wrists down to the arms of the chair. The bimbo was dressed in one of the well-known latex nurse's uniforms. It allowed her ample tits to spill over.

Though restrained, Cordelia continued to struggle.

She reached out with her long legs and kicked one of the men in the crotch. It caused him to double over in agony. The second guard was more aware and managed to grab her legs. He forced them down to the ground. A further two restraints were strapped round her ankles. They bound her to the chair.

Cordelia continued to pull as the guard she'd kicked got up.

"Kiss it better bitch," he snapped and pointed at his crotch.

Cordelia spat in his face defiantly. It prompted him to raise his hand. He wanted to smack her, but he was stopped by one of the doctors.

"Don't be stupid," the man said. "You don't want to damage the merchandise."

The guard hesitated. Then he leaned into Cordelia with a smirk on his face. He whispered in her ear. "Give it an hour, bitch, and you'll be on your knees begging to kiss it better."

Cordelia shuddered.

One of the doctors fitted a leather strap around her skull. It prevented her from moving her head about. The doctors began to position a series of laser like devices, all aimed at her brain. Cordelia closed her eyes tightly. She whispered to herself over and over, "Angel please save me."