Chapter 40: The Collection

2 December 2025

The Hadley Suite was surprisingly quiet for the assembly of women passing in and out. The room, named after a 14th-century Lord Mayor of London, was typically reserved for small meetings. Although it was equipped with state-of-the-art integrated technology, few of the bankers favoured the tight quarters. That disdain made it perfect for Bob and Jenny to use as a distribution site.

Bob escorted Jenny to the conference floor well before dawn. She brought with her a small cool box holding ten racks of sealed vials. By the time the Market Open ceremony was beginning at the London Stock Exchange, each of the newly enslaved PAs would be armed with several doses of Jenny’s chemical cocktail.

Bob had claimed all of them during his busy Monday afternoon. With Ginny’s help, the process went more quickly than he expected. Ginny infected Caroline during lunch, and then brought Elaine into the fold upon her return. Caroline and Elaine, in turn, infected other women in the hub. The exponential reach of the virus was held back only by Bob’s singular involvement.

After hours, he held a briefing with the ladies, instructing them both on their serene purpose as his slaves and on the particulars of each assistant’s assignment. They would be required to regularly dose their respective bosses with the drug mixture, and then stand by for the moment the men would individually freeze up. Thereafter, they would use the prepared script for each session.

There was more to the programming than merely giving them lines. During her research, Jenny had found that sexual arousal reduced a subject’s resistance to the programming. Since each woman needed to be able to communicate verbally to her superior, the best way to perform the behavioural conditioning was to fuck the man while training him.

The women expressed no compunction about molesting their bosses, since Bob had told them how important it was. Specifically, how important it was to him. They would do anything to please him and to further his desires. Being used as fucktoys was a privilege, as long as it made Bob happy.

Only Elaine raised a concern about the requirement. She didn’t mind being instructed to seduce Mr Vance. There was no man she would turn down if Bob commanded her. But she knew that Mr Vance was a man of advanced age, and she was further aware that he suffered from a limited ability to perform in the sack. She shyly apologised to Bob for possibly letting him down in that regard.

Jenny recommended that Elaine do the best she could, including manual stimulation for the old man. Elaine was thankful for the tip, and promised to give him the best time she could.

By the time Caroline and Moira, another of the PAs, picked up their supply and were briefed at 07:57, Jenny had become quite efficient with her agenda. One vial to start the day, in the morning coffee or tea. The first instructions were to enjoy the taste, and to willingly drink anything the lady put in front of him. That would make the later doses much easier to administer.

The subsequent doses were to include instructions to trust Bob implicitly, to support Bob’s decisions, and to accept Bob’s authority. In addition, the men were trained to relax for their respective assistants, and to accept that they would sexually serve their assistants whenever instructed with a particular trigger phrase.

Jenny’s experimentation found that something like a trance state could be induced as a post-hypnotic suggestion. It wasn’t quite as powerful as the drugged response, but it was helpful for reinforcing the instructions. And since the sexual stimulation had been linked to the original training, the psychological effect of it had a powerful assistive benefit.

“Your plan is in motion, Master,” Jenny said as she tidied up and closed her cool box. “The ladies have what they need, and they seem remarkably devoted to you.”

Bob nodded and smiled. “I can’t believe that this is happening, Jenny. You have made this possible.”

“It’s my pleasure, Master. Literally.” She wasn’t exaggerating. Her thighs were slick, as each time she taught the visiting PAs how to subvert the men of the bank, she was aroused anew in implementing Bob’s takeover plan. “I have to admit, if it weren’t for your triggering of the virus, I might have been doing this for my own ends.”

Jenny had told Bob all about her plans, after he claimed her. He was an obvious target for a takeover, what with his high-but-not-so-high position in a modern bank, and with two women and no other men in his life. Jenny’s post-infection tunnel vision, paired with her hypnotic dominance fantasies, truly created a megalomaniac in the making.

“I really did catch a tiger by the tail, didn’t I, Jenny?”

She blushed, but couldn’t argue. “Indeed, Master. There’s no telling what your life would be like right now if I weren’t under your command.”

***

“Good morning, Mr Stone,” Caroline said with a sweet smile as she carried in a small tray with a cup and saucer. She set the tray down on the side table before personally delivering the coffee to the designated spot on his desk.

“Thank you, Caroline,” he said without looking up. She considered it something of a kindness that he thanked her by name. Often he would simply grunt, or start rattling off orders.

Or the occasional instance where he would grope her arse and make a leering comment to demonstrate that he had the power in this relationship.

“Sir, I took the liberty of organising the projections that Mr Edwards prepared for Friday’s board meeting, along with the other items on the agenda. Would you like me to go over them with you?”

Marcus harrumphed at the suggestion while he reached for his coffee. “Bob’s proposal has no chance of making it past leadership. It’s a wonder he is even trying this quarter. After he nearly lost the account last month, he should be keeping his head down instead of offering it on the chopping block.”

Caroline watched as he took a sip. Jenny had instructed her to be ready for the reaction.

She saw his face contort as the bitter taste registered.

“What the bloody hell did you do to this coffee, girl? It tastes like piss. Do you really…”

And then he froze, just as she was told he would.

Caroline made her move.

“Marcus, you will always drink what I hand to you. You will enjoy the taste of what I serve you. And you will never stop me when I stroke your prick. You’re going to be a good boy for me.”

She saw his eyes were dilated. Jenny said that was a good indicator. When he started blinking, the clock was about to run out.

He gasped and smacked his lips.

“I’m not sure what came over me. For a moment, I thought the coffee had gone sour or something. But it was delightful. Thank you, Caroline.”

She nodded slightly and smiled. “My pleasure, Sir. Just let me know if you need anything else.”

Caroline caught a glimpse of herself as she took the tray back to the canteen. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were gleaming with the new cerulean shade they had exhibited after Mr Edwards took her freedom.

She had enjoyed subverting her boss for Mr Edwards to no end. She hoped he would be pleased with her.

***

The bank had quietened, and most of the staff had left for the evening. Bob knew that Livy and Mary had plans for the night, so he felt no need to rush home. He finished off his regular work for the day and turned off his computer. Then he pulled out his personal iPad. While the Richmond project and the Shoreditch venture were on-book activities, his infiltration and enslavement of the personnel needed to be kept off any official bank devices.

He scrolled through the photos of the women he now had under his command, admiring each of them in turn. As he paged through the photos, he paid particular attention to the women’s eyes.

He had almost grown used to the strange luminescence that emanated from their irises. Jenny and Ginny had that bright blue colour. Caroline had acquired that shade also. His wife, along with Rebecca and Gretchen and most of the other ladies at the bank, had emerald eyes now.

But then there were the unusual outliers.

Sarah’s eyes glowed in a honeyed amber shade. He had not seen that colour with any other woman yet, although Jenny had told him that the Ukrainian chemist had amber eyes also.

And then there was Livy.

She had started out blue, just like Jenny. But after he… Fuck, Bob, just admit it to yourself… after he made her suck him off and swallow his spunk, her eyes changed.

Bob didn’t like mysteries. And when it came to his daughter, he disliked them even more intensely.

He closed the photo browser and pressed the FaceTime button. Maybe she would know.

The familiar ringing chime sounded twice before the screen resolved itself, and Jenny appeared.

“Yes, Master? Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine, Jenny. I’m just… troubled by something.”

“What can I do for you? Do you need me to come to you?”

He shook his head. “No, nothing like that. Everything is going smashingly here at the bank. I just wanted to know if you had any idea why the infected women have the eye colours that they do.”

Jenny’s brow furrowed slightly. He knew that meant she had puzzled over this before. Her tells are obvious to anyone who bothers to pay attention.

"I haven't initiated a formal study on the chromatic divergence yet, Master," Jenny stated in her typically clinical manner. "What I know is that the virus is a living, adaptive code. It responds to its host, and vice versa.”

“Are you saying that you blue girls are different in some way from the green women?”

“I haven’t spent enough time on the subject to be sure, Master. I have speculated that the blue hue is demonstrative of something like a leadership caste. But my sample size is too limited for this to be anything other than a hypothesis."

Jenny looked down, as if her attention had been taken by something other than him on the screen.

"Master, would you like me to dedicate some time to exploring this question further? I can try to determine whether the virus is responding to something in the particular women, or perhaps if it is signifying something intended more to please you."

Bob didn’t pretend to fully grasp what Jenny was suggesting. But he also had one particular woman in mind.

“And what about Olivia?”

“What about her, Master? Her eyes are blue like ours.”

“You must not have been paying attention when you saw her last. After I… after she… I mean… oh, bollocks! After I made her suck me off, they changed colour. They went from blue to red.”

That caught Jenny’s attention. Not the sexual part though.

“Did they? That’s fascinating. I suppose I definitely will have to explore that.”

“Do you think it means something?” Bob asked.

“I am not sure, Master. But it might be a vanguard of something.”