Laying low

I spent the next several weeks laying low. The bike sat unused in the garage with a makeshift Faraday cage around it, just in case. I wasn’t particularly worried after the first week passed. If MKU were going to find me, I’d have already been killed or worse by now.

During the last three weeks, I decided to quit my job. I no longer felt guilty living off of old family money. I have done far worse things recently, and I have no intention of stopping. Besides, I’ve had my hands full with Amy and Ira. Especially Ira…

Ira’s personality has really come together. Everything she does is done in a way to please me as much as possible. She dresses exclusively in sexy club wear or lingerie, if anything at all, and she attends to my every need. She’s quite literally the perfect ****, girlfriend, companion, or whatever else I need whenever I need her. The only one of my desires she cannot sate is my strong urge to add to my little harem. Brainwashing women on the bike has become an obsession. Every attractive girl I see, my mind pictures her on the bike, soaking up my commands.

This desire has led Ira, Amy, and I to devise a plan for safe expansion.

Step one involved liquifying some of my assets and untraceably transferring them to Amy’s account. Step two was using Amy to purchase a nice office space in the suburbs of a larger city. Amy was used because she wouldn’t raise any flags if MKU skimmed county appraisal district tax rolls for my name in the future. Step 3 was moving to the new office space and setting it up as a gym, living space, and of course, brainwashing space.

Steps 1-2 are complete, and three is in progress. I purchased a nice 6000 sq ft 2-story office building in the suburbs of Dallas, TX. The best part is it’s right near a large university where there are sure to be plenty of attractive women around.

At the moment, a speedy but expensive remodeling crew is finishing up modifications to the building. A small coffee/smoothie shop was built just off the main lobby to encourage college students to hang out. The walls were taken down to create an open gym floor. The top floor was renovated into a nice large living area with plenty of room. The last item that the crew is currently working on is the “safe room.” The safe room was going to be the brainwashing room. I specified a 20’x20’ solid concrete room with a loft. It will have a door on the lower level with a biometric lock on both sides and a secret locked door at the upper loft level. It will take some work to make it look like a welcoming private gym training room, but the security will be worth it.

The interior decorators are already working on furnishing the completed building sections. I plan to handle the safe room myself since I don’t want too many people to see it. I figured I’d have the bottom floor just look like a welcoming gym room with the MC1000 dead center in the room. Then upstairs, hidden from direct sight, would be a bed and other useful furnishings to test out my special… clients.

Regardless of the specifics, the living space would be ready for my girls and me to move in by the time we arrived. The facility will be prepared for a soft opening once I hire someone to run the coffee shop and a few gym staff. I already had job ads posted to the nearby university’s online classifieds.

I walked into the living room where Ira was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a black strappy lingerie that covered neither her nipples nor her pussy. She smiled cutely at me when she saw me and subtly turned he body towards me.

“Hi there, sexy,” I said to her. “Still nothing?”

“Still nothing, master,” she replied softly. “I guess they didn’t make it. It should have aired by now.”

Every day since the liberation of Triple D, Ira and I checked the news for any sign of a story about MKU or the bike. After two months of waiting, we were pretty confident there wouldn’t be any story aired.

“Yeah,” I nodded in resignation, “my guess is they either got captured before they could deliver the bike, or the journalist just discounted them as lunatics. Either way, your old friends are almost certainly captured now. That journalist better watch his back because MKU will want that bike back.”

“They aren’t really my old friends anyway!” Ira replied, unfazed. “I can barely remember back to when I was Laura anymore.”

After a few months of constant personality adjustments, it didn’t surprise me that she was losing her connection to her old self. It was undoubtedly hot, though.

“Well, I, for one, much prefer who you are now.” I punctuated my statement with a grope of her tits and a quick kiss. “I’m going to start packing up my stuff. Call Amy and have her rent a moving truck. I say we make the move tomorrow.”

She replied with a “ yes, master,” and immediately called Amy, who was packing her belongings too.

Most of my stuff was already packed. I planned to leave all my furniture and decor behind to start fresh. I was taking only a handful of personal items like my computer, a few collectibles, some clothes, and of course, all of my stolen MKU goodies.

Speaking of the MKU goodies, I hadn’t touched any of them since the “liberation” of Triple D. I didn’t want the temptation of the devices to distract me from playing it safe for a couple of months. It felt safe enough to look more closely now since I would be leaving tomorrow.

I put the manual aside; I’d definitely be reading it during the multi-day drive to Dallas while the girls were driving me. Instead, I laid out all of the accessories I had stolen. The MC-x tablet was the most intriguing, but I really didn’t trust it. I’d give it a try in the new gym. The safe room had 1/4” spacing steel mesh embedded in the walls to entirely block signals up to 5 GHz and considerably lessen the strength of other frequencies above.

On the other hand, The little pill-shaped vibrator definitely wasn’t large enough to hide a transmitter. It was small and unassuming enough to fit in a pocket and pass it off as some sort of futuristic zippo lighter. The short instruction booklet for it mainly listed specifications and a few warnings. It was meant to be used with the MC-x tablet as a portable version of the sexercise bike’s functions.

The vibrator was made of titanium on one end and transitioned to an insulated rubber grip on the other. The operator is supposed to hold the insulated side while the titanium side is meant to be placed as close as possible to the target’s pussy.

The instructions warned that the power of the device was limited. I could only operate once per full charge. It was designed to achieve an AQI of at least 100% in 4 minutes through two thin layers of clothing like shorts and a pair of panties. The maximum operation duration was specified as 5 minutes. The instructions warned that brainwashing functions weren’t possible without using the MC-x tablet. The device would subdue a target for 5 minutes and trigger the AQI side effects of arousal and submission, but the target would not accept verbal commands and would remember everything.

“Well, this doesn’t seem very useful,” I said with disappointment. “If the girl is wearing clothes, I’d have to hold the vibrator to her crotch with one hand and hold the tablet with the other. Then at best, I’ll get 60 seconds to program her before I’m out of battery.”

Despite my disappointment, I still decided to charge up the little titanium pill to keep in my pocket just In case.

The next morning came fast. My body ached from spending an entire day packing up the rental truck. The girls and we’re too exhausted to have any fun for the first time since I brainwashed them. It doesn’t matter who you are or how deeply brainwashed you are… moving always sucks! The girls knew not to bother me too much. They could tell I was running through every possible occurrence that could happen on the 24-hour drive to Texas. My biggest concern was the bike getting stolen. So I decided we’d take turns driving and make it without stopping for hotels. The other problem was the police. Crashing or getting pulled over could be very bad. I knew MKU worked with the government, and I didn’t want to find out how deep their roots were. Better safe than sorry, I figured.

We all dressed comfortably, had a quick coffee, and piled into the cramped single-row cab-over truck.

I had expected the trip would be quite enjoyable with my two oversexed, brainwashed girlfriends, but I don’t think any of them knew just how awful it would be. The cab-over truck was governed at 65mph, which meant we were constantly being passed and hindering traffic. I had white knuckles the entire drive, even when the girls were at the controls. We wouldn’t get speeding tickets, but I was terrified of getting rear-ended and having my cargo strewn about the highway.

The girls were clearly feeling the arousal from their AQI and brainwashing, but we all knew fooling around in the cramped and extremely bouncy truck wasn’t a great idea. Still, I was thrilled watching them suppress moans and fight to avoid touching their wet pussies whenever I “accidentally” brushed against their bodies.

After over a day of non-stop brutal driving conditions, we finally reached our destination. My new ‘gym’ was in an even better location than the aerial photos and sale posts portrayed. There were dozens of attractive college girls walking home from campus using the sidewalk in front of my building. I knew the building was close to some of the off-campus student apartments, but what I didn’t realize was how close it was to several sorority houses.

Ira noticed my gaze following a group of backpack-laden coeds, “Master,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, “I think we are going to be very, very busy soon.