Campaign 6R Ch. 14

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Chapter 14

Seibert Obusco was the head of research for Weymere Pharmaceutical’s Denver division. He had been Libby’s boss, her dom and controller.

Using a false email to piggy back an email server in Nuuk Greenland, I had hacked Weymere’s personnel file, gathering all his personal information, social security number, dob, place of birth, home address, email account and password.

There was a picture of him used for a security badge which showed a hawk nosed, bald, dark complicated man with a permanent four o’clock shadow, dark, deep set eyes. Darkness seemed to radiate from him.

His paycheck was automatically deposited so with his social security and a little maneuvering I got into his bank account. He had a balance in the checking account, over $50,000 and just under S250,000 in savings.

From there I acquired his car information, year, type, color and tag no #. I acquired his credit card number and found where he regularly shopped and ate.

He was an open book which I read and memorized. Nothing raised any red flags, but I knew he had a covert alias, hiding a nasty underbelly. I needed to get close to find the dirt and was compelled to do so.

I was disgusted with what he had done and tried to do with Libby. In good conscience I couldn’t ignore the probability, based upon Libby’s feelings, that there were other women going through the hell she had suffered.

To do something about it I would have to go to Denver. I thought about what I wanted to accomplish and how to do it. I’d go alone for several reasons.

I would have to prepare Di, Con and Libby for my absence. It would not be as difficult for Consuela as for other two, as our connection was less rigid and demanding.

In the months since the accident which took our parent’s lives, Di and I had not been apart for much longer than three hours and never overnight. My prolonged absence would be a shock.

Libby was the most vulnerable and needy. If everything went according to plan I would be gone less than three days. But three days is a long time for a dependent.

My ability to connect to them mentally would ease the separation anxiety somewhat but the lack of physical contact would still be a hardship for them. I hated to cause them travail but was inordinately impelled to act, to right this great wrong.

First I need to obtain false ID which would pass moderate official scrutiny, allowing purchases requiring identification. Tomorrow I would go to the local driver’s license exam station and get a replacement for a lost driver’s license.

I would control the person that I dealt with and give bogus information of a person in living in Portland. A valid Oregon driver’s license would be printed immediately.

Using the false driver’s license I would rent a drop mail box from FedEx. I would make an application online for a credit card on a major company. I regularly received numerous solicitations in the mail for such with the promise of automatic issuance and receipt within three working days. I would have it mailed to the FedEx box. I had no intention of every using the credit card other than for ID.

I would fly into Denver from Eugene, purchasing a one way ticket at the counter with cash and the false ID.

In Denver using cash I would rent a car under the assumed identity and credit card. I would go to Obusco’s residence for surveillance.

His tax returns indicated he was married with no dependents.

After investigating, confront him at his most impuissant time. From there, circumstance would dictate.

From reading Libby’s mind and reviewing Obusco’s controls and actions over her, I was confident that although he was a strong mentalist, he was not in my league. Still the operation had the potential to be dangerous and possibly deadly.

I had no concern over him being able to control my mind but, although I considered it very low risk, I could be in physical jeopardy.

As insurance, while I was out tomorrow, I would buy a fire proof safe with a combination lock. I would write a letter to Gordon Dremmel explaining the situation with Seibert Obusco and place it in inside the lock box. I would FedEx Dremmel the lock box with instructions upon receiving the combination from Di to unlock and read the letter. Then contact the Denver police with the information contained in the letter.

I would give commands to Di that if she did not hear from me every day for her to call Dremmel and give him the lock box combination.

I was not going to tell her, Con or Libby what I was doing. They would accept that I was away on some business, safe and sound.

I would warn Dremmel in my letter not to immediately tell the girls the situation until something factual was established.

I was confident if things went south, I would be not be able to be traced back to Eugene and home but with the best laid plans of mice and men, I wanted safeguards.

I would contact Con’s college and let them know that she had a family emergency and would not be in class for three kadıköy escort bayan to five days. She would review her classes, complete and submit required class work on-line.

I would place commands for them to stay inside the house, ignoring any requests for admittance to the estate until my return. If the gate was breached they all would immediately go to the safe room, securing themselves. Di would call the Eugene law enforcement, notifying them of a home invasion, then call Gordon Dremmel.

I would contact the hired help to skip any scheduled work during that time frame and would change the gate code preventing them access. I would change it back to the original once I returned home.

With plans formulated I went to each of the girls in their special beds, starting with Con and ending with Di. I gave commands for them to subconsciously act and react in specific ways to certain situations. I told them of my impeding departure and absence for several days. I strengthened their confidence that everything was alright. I instilled in them a deep tranquil acceptance of my trip. They believed it was a business trip involving nothing unusual or dangerous. Other than not leaving the property or allowing anyone entrance, their day would be normal.

Con would not consider it strange that she wouldn’t be attending class in person.

I gave each another long and powerful orgasm before releasing them to peaceful sleep. After my nightly bedtime bathroom preparations, I got into bed and snuggled up beside Di.

***

So far things were going according to Hoyle. I had left my girls early this morning, arriving in Denver late afternoon.

Renting a car I first went to Weymere Pharmaceutical. Obusco’s car was in the parking lot. Next I drove to Obusco’s residence.

It was on a dead end street with no houses close by. I could not watch the house from the street Obusco lived on without drawing attention, so parked a couple of streets over and waited until it was dark and walked to Obusco’s house.

Thankfully there were no dogs. Making my way to Obusco’s house I considered needing to research mental control of animals.

I knelt behind a garbage can at the corner of Obusco’s garage. First arriving, I peeked in the windows, seeing a black haired woman in her mid-thirties sitting before the front door, legs wide spread, her thighs resting on her calves. Her hands on her thighs held a long leash in one and a short whip in the other.

Her only clothing was a pair of red, Brazilian style, crotch less panties. She had a collar around her neck.

Both nipples and clit were pierced with chains running between the piercings. I discovered later that she had a butt plug inserted.

Her chocolate eyes were dull, lifeless and appeared as frozen in oblation display. She was beautiful with an incredible body.

I mental searched the house. She was alone. I entered and read her mind without her being aware.

She was Leona Obusco, aka Dolly, Siebert Obusco’s wife of 10 years. He had met her soon after she graduated from college. A charismatic and darkly attractive man who, after a whirlwind romance, married her.

The honeymoon never occurred as he immediately instituted control over her mind. Over the next several years he eliminated Leona, replacing her with Dolly, his personal sex slave, whom he abused and degraded in every possible way.

She had not left the house in over three years and had not any contact with anybody but Obusco.

At the present moment she was waiting for Obusco to get home. He demanded as he came through the door she would offer him the leash and after it was attached then the whip. She would prostrate herself and he would strike her ass with the whip.

“Get up slut.”

Pulling on the lease he would jerk her to her knees and strike her again with the whip, pulling her around and she would follow him on to the table on her hands and knees.

He would sit at the table with a setting for one person and strike her again.

“Bitch serve your Master dinner.”

Quickly she would rise and taking his plate and load it from the food, warming in oven, she had cooked.

When it placed in front of him she was jerked under the table, where she opened his fly and take out his dick, sucking him as he ate.

The rest of the evening would go downhill from there with him torturing her in a basement room designed for it.

She was terrified, despondent and very unhappy. As he had with Libby, he had not taken absolute control or protected her from being taken over by another.

I did just that, making me her Master, removing all Obusco’s commands and sent her to the bedroom.

I had her remove the piercings and panties and to lay down naked under the covers of the bed till I came for her.

Obusco was an evil degenerate. I had a plan to make him pay for his wicked behavior.

I wedged the garage door so it would not open when he hit the garage door remote. When he exited his car I’d be there to meet him. ümraniye escort bayan He would be angry, distracted, less in control.

Several hours later, around 10 pm, I was about to abandon my position, thinking he was not coming home tonight, when headlights appeared up the street and then pulled into the drive. The car’s engine stopped running.

Shortly the driver’s door opened and Obusco got out, cursing and stood pointing the remote at the garage door.

I immediately felt a strong vibration, sounding like a Sousa march. On a scale of 1 to 10, Con was about a 5.5 and Libby around a 4. Obusco was a solid 8, but I was not worried as I was off the scale.

Obusco slammed the door and stepped to the front of the vehicle as he continued pressing remote. The motor of the garage door opener whined in protest and finally broke free. The door started rising, triggering lights inside garage.

The additional light illuminated me as I stepped forward.

Obusco noticed me and I was instantly assaulted by a mental tidal wave. My shield easily protected me and I sent out a force field of my own overwhelming Obusco’s defenses. He still resisted as his shield crumbled and caved. I was inside his mind and took control.

“Resistance is futile.” I stated, chuckling over the Borg statement from ‘Star Trek, The Final Frontier’.

“Go inside.”

Mentally fighting, he never-the-less physically obeyed.

I had him sit on his living room couch and put him completely under, inserting the commands that I was his master. He went limp and gave up, submitting. His will was no longer his on.

“Who am I?”

“Master.”

“Whose Master?”

“My Master.”

“As your Master you will obey me and fulfill my commands, absolutely, totally, unequivocally and without question, regardless of the detriment it causes you. Understand?”

“Yes Master. I’ll absolutely, totally, unequivocally and without question obey your every command regardless of the detriment it causes me.”

“Your health, welfare and happiness are of no regard. You are worthless. Understand.”

“My health, welfare and happiness are of no regard. I am worthless.”

I questioned him and he told me that Libby was the third woman he had enslaved, besides his wife. He sold the previous two women before Libby as sex slaves and had intended on selling Libby.

He was a couple of weeks away from placing her on a dark web auction block and selling her to the highest bidder, when she disappeared.

He did not know where she was, but had planned on hiring someone to find her. He had not done that yet, trying to locate her himself. He had several million dollars in an offshore account, the proceeds from his earlier slave sells.

He had another girl he had brought under his control a couple of months ago and was in process of programming as a sex slave. She would be ready for sale in another six months or so.

He had been with her tonight and was reason he had been so late coming home.

I got the names of the women he had sold and the names and location of the men who bought them. He told me the name of the woman who was his current sex slave project and where she lived and worked.

He gave me the routing numbers of his off shore account.

I told him to climb down a ladder, deep, deep, into a small, totally black, absolutely silent, empty room. Once inside this cramped room he would close the door, trapping him so he could never leave. In this room he would be in constant, guilt ridden, mental anguish, wailing and crying, over the pain and suffering he had given others.

To the rest of the world it would appear he had a massive stroke leaving complete paralysis of all his skeletal muscles. His internal organs would function properly, sustaining life as his body atrophied. He would be resigned to a facility providing 24/7 care, fed intravenously, a catheter inserted to collect urine and diapers to catch bowel movement. He could not talk or communicate in any way but would be cognizant of everything.

“Are you ready to accept your fate?”

“Yes Master.”

“Begin your descent. With each rung your guilt will increase and by the time you enter the room, closing the door those emotions will have reached a crescendo which you will maintain.”

“Yes Master.”

Seibert Obusco was now and would remain a living lump of powerless, inarticulate, incapacitated flesh, mentally tortured over those he had victimized.

I moved his car into the garage, placing the garage door remote over the sun visor after closing the garage door. It was Obusco’s custom to hang his keys on a key wrack beside the entry door and there they went.

I examined his computer and downloaded onto a thumb drive its contents. I removed all the security camera videos for the previous 11 hours and disabled the system, so it would appear to have malfunctioned around noon.

I wanted to leave no trace that I had been in or near the house.

I went to the bedroom where I had sent Leona maltepe escort bayan Obusco. She physically lay covered on the bed while mentally enjoying her special room, in her special bed.

After years of mental and physical abuse her mind was a disaster. I had to start from ground zero, repairing and rebuilding her personality, the unique and enduring pattern of thinking, feeling and behaving, encompassing every aspect of human experience, to pre Seibert Obusco. A large and intricate task but when complete she was the smart, vibrant, confident woman of her youth.

I removed all vestiges of the memories of her enslavement while retaining her dislike of her husband.

I gave her a memory that she was going to file for divorce. The trapping of her sex slavery, the equipment, clothes and adornments she would subconsciously ignore and get rid of.

When I released her, she would wake, finding Obusco on the couch and call 911. Siebert would be taken to the hospital and eventually admitted to a private sanitarium.

I left clues for Leona to find Obusco’s hidden off-shore account and routing number. She would access the account, transferring ownership to her. She would successfully petition the court for control of her husband’s estate.

After selling the house and moving the monies in checking and savings into her name, she would move back to Charlotte, North Carolina where her parents lived. She would continue to pay for Obusco’s treatment but would never see him again.

I programmed her, upon my command *Leona Free*, to no longer be under mine or anyone’s control. I significantly increased her resistance to falling under someone else’s spell.

I left the house and made my way back to my rental car. I started the car and headed for Phyllis Waverly’s apartment.

*Leona Free.*

My special mental connection with Leona was broken. But I still retained enough that I could return to her room. I watched as she woke and rose from the bed. She searched her closet, finding the least revealing nightgown and put it on. She went to the living and saw Obusco slumped over on the couch. She checked his vitals and called 911. I pulled back from her.

It was going on 4 am when I knocked on Phyllis Waverly’s door.

After multiple poundings and wringing the doorbell a sleep addled voice fearfully asked from the other side of the closed door, “Who is it?”

The door’s peephole went dark, covered as she looked out. That was all I needed to enter her mind and take control.

A young, lovely, naked, short, buxom brunette obediently opened the door and I entered her apartment, closing the door behind.

I had her go lay on her bed and removed all Obusco’s commands from her mind and replaced them with mine, making me her Master.

She was a barista at a coffee shop where Obusco got his morning coffee and met her. Although she had been abused, molested and programmed in Obusco’s development of her as a sex slave to sell, she had not endured the years of torment and torture that Leona had.

Her mind was not as damaged and did not take as long to repair. Obusco had not changed or hurt her physically. I used the same commands, procedures and results as I had on Leona.

Phyllis Waverly was free of Obusco with no memory of him or what she had experienced at his hand. She was back to her original mental condition prior to Obusco, but I strengthened her mind to resist being controlled in the future.

I left her asleep in her bed dreaming happily.

By 8 am I had turned in the rental and was in the airport boarding area, waiting for my flight back to Eugene. The trip had been a success.

I was back home by early afternoon. Other than missing me terribly, the girls had made it through our separation just fine. They were deliriously happy to see me, laughing, crying and talking. They gave me a full court press, showering me with hugs and kisses.

Di especially so and I would have loved to give what she desperately wanted but I was running on fumes.

I had been awake for more than 36 hours with emotions in an uproar. Concerned about my girls welfare in my absence, senses on heightened on alert, sadness and regret at the slave women’s condition and treatment and anger and disgust directed toward Obusco.

I had tried to take a nap on the plane but was not able. The only seats available without reservation was coach and it was like being in a sardine can.

I wanted a shower before lying down. With the water adjusted to a warm flow and sluicing over me, Di entered the shower. She was followed by Con and Libby. All three were naked.

Di announced, responding to my surprised expression, “I invited their participation.”

I willfully submitted to the smorgasbord of slick, soft female flesh as they took turns soaping and washing me. Finished and clean, with the water off, three towels soon had me dry along with their handlers.

The girls escorted me to bed and as I reclined, encased me in beautiful women. Di was on my left, Libby on the right and Con on top.

A sensory explosion… WONDERFUL!!!

Even with all the attractions, I soon fell asleep.

Waking in a couple of hours, I discovered the number of women had decreased by two. DI seeing my eyes open, kissed me and we picked up where we had left off earlier.