Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Part 7

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“Please,” the trapped girl repeated. “Please.”

Already her voice came slower, her speech slurring as the drugs took hold. She was still twenty minutes away from her peak. That was good. It gave Benson time to extract the information she needed. She waited until Julie’s eyes fluttered. The plugs secured in her ears, Benson began the pulsing noise to help draw her assistant into trance. Then the spirals started moving above her and Julie gaped at them, the way a child might when fireworks blossom against a night sky. There was wonder in that look. Julie’s mind was no stranger to opening for Benson. And the doctor’s process was more finely tuned than when Julie first experienced these trances. She went under fast, pupils as wide and open as her thoughts.

“Julie, you love to obey me, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Her eyes never wavered from the spirals spinning.

“You know you are being tranced by me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you know there is no escape from that trance until I release you.”

“Yes.”

“You are very good, Julie. A good girl indeed.”

Julie gasped. The “good girl” trigger was placed in her mind from the outset. Being called a good girl would reinforce obedience and open her mind more to Benson’s suggestion.

“And such a good girl will tell me everything I want to know, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell me. Who is RJ?”

“RJ Talbott.”

Benson scanned her memory. She couldn’t recall having heard the name before.

“Who is he?”

“He is the CEO of Macklin Finance.”

“Do you know why he’s interested in the Janus Institute?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“He uses the Institute to eliminate rivals in his company and other businesses. He also recommends subjects if he’s paid enough.”

Benson’s fists tightened at her side. “He’s using the Institute to get rid of business rivals?”

“Some, yes.”

“And be a good girl and tell me when I can expect Mr. Talbott’s arrival.”

“Two days.”

“Will he be travelling alone?”

“Yes. He wants to keep the Institute a secret.”

“Good girl. Do you know where our girls go when we finish with them?”

“They are auctioned. He runs a site where some of his partners can bid. They go everywhere. All over the world.”

Benson had been creating women to be trafficked to the four corners of the Earth. She was aiding and abetting a man who had no real interest in the work besides its utility in furthering his own career. Bile rose at the back of Benson’s throat. She had been used. The process was an end for her. For Talbott, it was a means to another end. A way to disappear people cleanly and completely. Benson checked her watch. They would be reaching the peak of Julie’s high soon.

“I want you to understand something, Julie. You have made me very happy. And my happiness will be all you ever desire again. You are more than a girl for me, my sweet Julie. You will become my doll. There will be no more need for you to think of anything besides my happiness. Won’t that be nice?”

“I-.” Another hesitation. Then, “Yes.”

“Good doll. And when I say good doll, you will deeper and faster than you ever have before. When I call you a good doll, you will know that you need no thoughts. My will is your will. Say it.”

“Your will is my will.”

“You exist to obey me.”

“I exist to obey you.”

“You are my doll.”

“I am your doll.”

“Good doll. And so you don’t forget, you will be receiving this instruction through the night. And when we are done, you will never have another thought or desire again that does not place me at the center of your life. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” A tear trickled from the corner of Julie’s staring eye.

“Good doll.”

Benson dialed up another round of the psychotropic stew to send Julie flying up into the spirals again. She prepared a repeating trance for her in the pulsing sounds. When it was done, there would be no more Julie at all.

Elliot plucked at the zipper of the jumpsuit he wore. He unzipped it enough to see cleavage peeking out and then back up again. It wasn’t as if he could erase how feminine he was becoming by covering that valley forming on his chest. Even with the zipper up, he could discern the curve of his breasts. They were A-cups, but distinctly there. Sometimes it made him very happy to see his nipple standing up, making it easy to pinch them through the jumpsuit.

There had been a number of surrenders since his last training session. The makeup on the sink counter was one. At first he came to after one of his fugues and discovered very red lips and thin brows to highlight that pinup look he liked so much. For a day or two he bothered to remove it, scrubbing the foundation and blush from his face and wiping his lips until they were raw. After waking up for the seventh time with the makeup on, he stopped fighting that. If he was honest with himself, he liked how his face looked when he was made up.

Likewise, he gave up attempts to keep his nails unpainted. They were a red that matched his lips. Or the way he would come to with his hair pinned to form a nice wave over his forehead, the rest left long in the back, but straight and silky. The strawberry blonde color blazed beneath the unforgiving bathroom lights. Even then, he felt quite attractive. At least, Ellie did. Elliot most felt resigned. There was shame at one time, but now he was weary. When he woke from those minutes and hours where Ellie was in charge, he was depressed that he even had to bother fighting.

And yet. Here he was, faced with a final decision. He zipped the jumpsuit down to mid-chest. Back up again. While he listened to the thin zipping sound, he considered the open wardrobe left for him in his room. The attendants brought a whole wardrobe for him, only it wasn’t for him, was it? It was for Ellie. There were dresses and heels, skirts and tops, and even a drawer filled with underwear. That included stockings and garters along with the bra-and-panty sets, and the stockings he found to be the most tempting.

Elliot knew that slipping into those clothes likely meant a final acceptance. If he wore them, he might never wear men’s clothes again. He might slip into that state of being Ellie and never return. And the crux of his debate was this – did he want to be Elliot anymore?

He remembered the man he was, but it was a distant memory. When he chased his childhood vacations or events from school, he discovered memories of Julie trying out for the cheerleading team, or the vacation to Niagra Falls when she had her ears pierced. More and more, Elliot felt like he was the intruder in his body and it was Ellie who belonged.

Would it be so bad? That was the question haunting him. Would it be so bad to give up an allow Ellie to take charge. In doing so, Elliot would likely disappear. Like a faint light growing dimmer before it winked out entirely. And then he would live on, reincarnated as the sexy, domestic woman devoted to her family. That had never been Elliott, that was for sure. He was committed to his job. Tina was. Decoration in his life before he came to the Janus Institute. Now she was all he could think about. His emotions vacillated between rage at what she had done to him by sending him here, and a deep devotion and love for her, gratitude even. He imagined making dinner for her as Ellie, Tina coming up behind to hug him around the waist. Maybe even take his small breasts in hand and kiss the back of his neck. He sighed at the though and allowed his eyes to sink and his hand to brush against his smooth cheek.

And all it would take to live that fantasy would be for him renounce the man he was for the woman he so desperately wanted to be. Was that the crux of his hesitation, he wondered. Was it that it was so easy to give up and become her?

Hi s hand had abandoned his cheek and now tickled the row of dresses left for him in the wardrobe. The fabric was delicate and enticing. His body tingled, craving the sensation of such fabric against his softer, more sensitive skin. And like had happened in the days before, he felt a lurch inside as Ellie stepped forward. It was as if she fit herself into his skin, stretching her fingers into his flesh like a glove, her brain surfacing and forcing the man who had been Elliot Rogers to submerge into the darkness again. When there was little left of him at all, he felt relief.

Ellie ran her fingertips across the shoulders of the dersses and tops, relishing their textures. It was a cotton dress she chose first, something simple and blue, with pretty white lace trim around the plunging neckline. It was nice o get out of the jumpsuit entirely. It was a frumpy thing and hid the curves of her body. She liked showing those off, especially for Tina. Once she was home, she would show Tina just how grateful she was for bringing her here to recover. The details of the accident that led her to the Janus Institute were fuzzy, but she knew she was getting better. She was more herself.

Once the jumpsuit was a puddle of white fabric at her feet, she stepped out of it and cast away the ill-fitting boxers, too. Standing nude in the room like this made her feel electric. She loved the eroticism of her flesh exposed. And yet, a little mystery was good. At least that’s what she told herself when she wore the panties and cream bra that came with them. They highlighted her bust, too small for her tastes, but Dr. benson assured her they would be helping with that (quite literal) little problem. The same was true of the bulge beneath her panties, an unsightly bit of dangling flesh she was eager to trade for her natural genitalia. Her pussy was taken from her after the accident, that much Benson told her, and now she would have it again. And Tina would fill it with fingers and tongue and toys. Ellie shivered at the thought.

The dress hugged her body just right. She decided tog ow it’s out the stockings she loved so much, at least while she was in her room. If there was another training session later, she might primp a bit for Dr. benson. While she was entirely devoted to her wife, there was no reason not to draw the eye of men and women alike. Let the world know what they missed when Tina Rgers claimed her. The final piece of her outfit was a pair of black heels, sharp lifts and polished to a shine. When the clothes were arranged just so, Ellie was seized by the most satisfied sigh she could recall. It was as if some tumbler fell into place somewhere behind her eyes, and all was suddenly right with the world. She rapped lightly on the back of the door, drawing the attention of one of the attendants.

“Sorry to bother you,” she began.

“Not at all, Miss Rogers. What can I do for you?”

“I would be grateful for some fresh polish. My bottle is out and I ccan’t imagine going out without.”

“Of course, Miss Rogers. One moment.”

Ellie sat on the edge of the slender bed and crossed her legs, admiring the lines of her leg and the polished heel. There was nothing in the room to stimulate her, and yet Ellie felt a tremendous joy well up inside as she regarded herself. Maybe it was because she knew she was back to her old self again. Or maybe it was the sense that she would be home soon, and would be with Tina again. Regardless, she lifted her arms ina. Cat-like stretch that spoke of a lazy happiness. It was nice to feel like the woman she had always been.

Ellie sat back in the chair, watching the spirals swirl above. She liked how the drugs Dr. benson gave her drew her up, up, and away, just like Superman. Or Superwoman, as the case may be. She giggled a little, feeling her soul take flight, leaving her body behind as she did the neat trick of rising and sinking all at once. It felt good for her thoughts to feel so free. Dr. benson was with her, coaching her. She like hoe caring Dr. Benson was. But she also knew here time with the doctor was coming to an end.

“You have been afraid to face yourself since the accident, Ellie. And that is perfectly aural. But now you are back to who you are. You are Eleanor Rogers. And this other person you have built for yourself, this Elliot person, he protected you when you had difficulty facing the truth of the accident. But now he is no longer needed. You are free to be Ellie, aren’t you?”

Ellie grinned wide. “Yes,” she said, her shoulders twisting. The first time she recalled doing one of these sessions, she’d been strapped down the whole time. Now that was no longer necessary.