Think on it.

Carmine kissed you on the cheek and pushed you out of the meeting room without further notice. You wheel, blank faced, all the way through the winding corridors and out into the main lobby area of the base. You don’t know what to do. Your life has been upended in a hurricane by Carmine and her schemes, and now she’s asking you to take part in something you really don’t want to.

Brainwashing someone you only just met. At a stretch you could even describe Leah as a friend already. Carmine hasn’t led you wrong on anything so far, but her predictions on incoming betrayal are beyond anything she’s said so far – it’s like she’s predicting the future. There’s no way. Although that seed of doubt is planted exactly thirty-five minutes later when Leah rounds the corner in a hurry.

The curvy American doesn’t even ask before pushing your chair into an unfamiliar room. She seems disturbed, possibly panicked by something. Her white cropped jumper and black skin-tight leggings betray her position as an elite commando.

“Leah?”

The unnerved woman glances at you but refuses to keep eye contact for long.

“What’s this about?”

“How do you know that something’s up?”

“You look like you’ve just committed a ****. And I know for a fact that you’ve done worse than that.”

Leah is clearly paranoid about being found out. Carmine’s words echo in your ears.

“I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?”

“Leaving the Red Hand. I didn’t sign up for all this! I got my money, and now I’m leaving before I end up six feet under.”

“Why’re you telling me?”

“John, you’re just about the only damn person I can trust on this base. Carmine got her hooks into everyone else…”

“…I’m her fucking boyfriend! I’m the last person you should be conspiring with!”

Leah doesn’t seem to think so, she sighs and puts her hands on your shoulders – you try desperately not to stare at her tits as they dangle in front of you. “You’re the new guy. And you don’t seem like the kinda’ guy who’d be down for some of the shit they do here. Killing people, bombing places, this isn’t a summer camp.”

“Listen, if you want to get out of here – you should just go do it. Steal a chopper or something, I can’t help. I can’t even walk right now.”

Leah’s eyes are full of suspicion, “You came from the meeting room, didn’t you? What did they tell you?”

You swallow, “They already know.”

“What?!” she cries, pushing you away and looking to the door. But there is nobody there.

“Carmine already thinks you’re going to desert her.”

“And she told you to keep me busy?” she scowls, pointing a finger at you.

“She didn’t tell me shit. If you want to get out you need to start fast, Carmine could be planning something crazy right now.”

Leah’s hand is fast. Before you can blink, she’s pointing the barrel of a gun at you. “I can’t have you squealing on me now. You’re just trying to get into my head.”

“You just came here to kill me, you bitch!”

Leah nods, “I need to. It’s mercy. Carmine – I wasn’t joking when I said she has a way of picking people. You, and all of the other psychos on the base, you all fall in line. You’ll kill on command and even worse. I don’t need you coming after me with that super soldier shit.”

You move. You arm lashes out like a whip and knocks the gun clean out of her hand. It hurts like hell, but the effects of the surgery are already evident. Leah cries out and backs off before any more attacks come her way. “Fuck you, I wasn’t going to rat you out! I just told you that Carmine already knows!”

“Fuck you, you lying motherfucker!” She dives for the gun but before she can find it and pull the trigger the door opens. The tables are turned, and she finds herself at the mercy of the boss lady herself, Carmine gives her a malicious smile down the sights of a silver revolver. Behind her is a squad of goons, who seem disappointed to see their former leader in such a state.

“He’s right. I already knew.” Carmine kicks Leah in the head, knocking her out cold.

You take a deep breath and try to calm your beating heart, “You could have come in earlier!”

Carmine smiles and holds the unfired gun against her cheek, “I could. But Bloody Nose advised against it.”

“Who’s really in charge around here?”

Carmine doesn’t answer, she points a pointed red nail at the **** solider and orders the troops to drag her to her own laboratory. They comply without delay. Carmine slips behind you and pushes you behind them. “Are thoughts of sedation still in your mind John?”

“No. I thought I was doing her a favour.”

“Cute. But a bleeding heart isn’t what’s needed here. It’ll only hurt you.”

Carmine’s laboratory is much like her office in the control room. Lavishly decorated in reds and wood. Benches and devices of all shapes and sizes cover it’s floor space. The troops drag Leah over to a device not dissimilar to the chair you were strapped into hours ago. She is strapped in without delay. The men salute and leave you and Carmine with the captive.

“Bloody Nose won’t be here. She said it was bad for your morale.”

Carmine sets about her dark work. Something that could best be described as a VR headset, gas mask combo is slipped on over Leah’s face, completely obscuring her features. Then a pair of headphones. “This won’t take long. But while the magic happens, I will explain how it works for you darling.” Carmine does not wait to push the button. You can hear a strange audio signal being emitted. Leah does not stir from her slumber.

Carmine sits on your lap, long legs hanging freely from the side of the chair. You grapple with her and pull her close. Carmine’s displays of casual affection are as endearing as they are deeply arousing. “Hm. When the process if complete, we’ll need to apply the finishing touches. After all, what good is a brainwashing machine if we can’t do what we want with it?”

“I’m not sure about this.”

“Don’t you worry your handsome little face. For now I want you to think about what you want Leah to be.”

“Be?”

“It’s simple. Simply demanding loyalty from a subject is worthless. They will doubt their given commands after a short period of time and relapse into their previous state. But if you give them a reason, trick them into believing something that means everything to them, you can pull them deep into a hole that they can never escape from.”

You remain silent. Your mind is a storm of different thoughts, anger, betrayal, understanding. But none can take the sting away from Leah’s words – she knew that you’d turn into a monster. The machine winds down and Carmine escapes your arms. She pulls away the equipment and rouses the woman, “Wake up Leah! It’s time for your lesson.”

Her eyes flutter open, but she is still restrained and cannot escape, “What happened?” Her voice indicates that she clearly isn’t all there. Whatever Carmine did to her messed with her good.

“You were a very naughty girl Leah – but I decided to give you a hand.”

Leah is stone faced, “Thank you Carmine.”

Carmine turns to you, still wheelchair bound, and crosses her arms – intentionally pushing up her own breasts in the process. “Baby, did you think about what I said? What do you want Leah to be.”

Your hand twitches. You can’t describe it. It’s almost like a feeling of rage, but much more bitter than that. You feel vindictive, you want to get your own back on Leah for what she did to you. “My ****.”

Carmine cackles madly and claps her hands, “Perfect! A good little **** for the both of us. And why is she our ****, baby?”

“Because she’s in love with me.”

There’s no going back now. Carmine had baited you, if you were smarter you would’ve noticed that she’d planned this from the very beginning. She delayed rescuing you from Leah so that you’d hate her now. The words sunk into Leah’s mind like a stone in water. Her eyes refocused and her body became twitchy as she tried to get out of her shackles.

Carmine smirks and presses the release. Leah takes a second to steady herself. There’s a moment of genuine confusion as her brain begins to run at full speed again. But soon your statements have become part of her, and she throws herself onto her knees in front of you, tears welling in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry John! I never meant to threaten you like that!”

“I hope she isn’t this apologetic all the time – I liked her more when she was bitchy.”

Carmine shrugs, “She’ll come back to her senses in time. But she’ll never forget what you imprinted onto her here. I’m so proud of you baby!” Carmine ducks into your personal space and pulls you into a sensual kiss, complete with tongue.

It felt… good. Not the kiss, but taking control of Leah…

“Now, why don’t you take your new girlfriend out for a spin?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be shy!”

“Carmine, I can’t even walk.”

“Hm, Leah, show our darling your tits.”

“Oh, of course.” Leah doesn’t hesitate. The top is pulled up over her perky chest and her bra discarded, she is somewhere between a C and a D. They are topped with thick black nipples that have grown goose bumps in the cold air of the lab.

Carmine wraps her arms around your neck like a little devil on your shoulder, “It’s effective isn’t it? You mind fucked her that easily, just a few little words and now she’ll do anything we want. What do you want her to do next, boss man?”