The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer
Chapter 41 Part 3 of 3
As she had suspected it would, the
process to again rape Halifax’s mind didn’t take all that long. But she had reached the stage now where she
had to be more careful than ever. Once
she knew without a doubt that he was ready, she picked up her notebook and
began going down her list of subjects to cover again. Old subjects, such as the fact that he could
never hurt her and especially that he could never tell anyone at all about her
or about what she did to him. The
impenetrable wall was reinforced again as well.
Everything she had worked into his brain so far was revisited and
reinforced.
Only when she came to the end of
her old list did she stop to rest and take a much needed drink of iced-tea. Halifax was sitting unmoving in his chair,
his face as blank and impassive as it could possibly get. But then the only thing really working in his
brain anymore was the ability to process the commands that came directly from
her. She refreshed her glass of iced-tea
and took another long sip as she opened her laptop to work with it. Only then did she call him over to the table
where she was.
She watched as he walked over to
her, totally unmindful that he was stark naked.
His face was still a blank uncaring canvas. Perfect!
“Mr. Halifax,” she started, “What bank is your Victoria retirement
account in?”
“Cayman Bank and Trust,” he said
dully.
Janice was surprised to realize
that it was among the recommended banks on the list that Susan had provided her
with. Well, that only made things that
much easier. “What is the website address?”
she asked as she positioned her fingers at the keyboard.
With his mind in the hypnotic
trance, there was no information she could ask about that he couldn’t easily
dredge up. A few seconds later, Janice
was waiting for the site to open… which it did fairly quickly. She hunted around on the web page and soon
found the login button. “Your account
number?” she asked. A moment later she
was typing numbers as he relayed them.
“And your password?” she asked.
Again she typed them as he spoke.
A few seconds later, she was staring at the records of his secret
retirement account. She was happy to
note that there was indeed a little over sixteen and a half million dollars in
it. Perfect!
“Mr. Halifax,” she said. “Go sit down again and wait for me. I’ll be with you in a little while.” She watched briefly as he went back to his chair
in the living room.
She had no intention of
transferring the money anywhere. There
was no need. And no transfers meant
less of a trail for anyone to follow.
Instead, all she did was to change his password to get into the
account. With that one small action
done, she was now sixteen and a half million dollars richer than she had been a
few minutes ago. Feeling happy and very
satisfied, she closed the website, and closed the cover on her computer as
well. She took another long drink from
her iced-tea. It was time to get back to
business with Halifax again.
She went back to stand directly in
front of him. His face was just as blank
as it had been. Good! “Mr. Halifax,” she said, “I want you to think
about your retirement account… your Victoria retirement account. Think of the amount of money in there, think
about your account number, think about your password, and I especially want you
to think about sitting at your computer and transferring money into that
account.” She stood there and watched his
face. Something was going on that mind
of his just then, and she had no doubt at all about what it was. She let him think about it all for several
minutes.
“Mr. Halifax,” she said, “I’d like
you to concentrate your thoughts now on just the money transfers. I’d like you to only remember doing
that.” She waited just a few seconds for
his mind to do just that before she continued.
“Now, Mr. Halifax, I’m going to start counting down from ten to
zero. The further down I go, the more
trouble you will have remembering transferring any money at all. As I count down, your mind will erase every
single money transfer you ever did with that account. By the time I get to zero, you will no longer
have any memories of transferring any money at all with that account.” She waited a moment before she began, then
very clearly she said, “Ten… nine….”
Slowly, placing several seconds between each number, she counted down
from ten all the way to one. And then,
still watching his face intently, she said the final number. “Zero!”
It was almost as if his face was suddenly showing relief. She figured he probably was relieved since he
no longer had any memories there to worry about trying to dredge up.
“Very good, Mr. Halifax. Now I want you to think about typing in your
account number and password. And again
I’m going to count down from ten to zero.
And when I reach zero again, all your memories of ever doing that will
no longer exist. Here we go, Mr.
Halifax. Ten… nine… eight….” Again she went all the way to zero, erasing
every memory of him ever logging into that account.
“Good, Mr. Halifax. Very good,” she said. “Now I want you to remember setting up that
account many years ago. We are not going
to count down from ten this time,” she said.
“Instead, I want you to simply erase that memory from your mind. Wipe it clean now, Mr. Halifax. Wipe it so that that your memory of setting
up that account never existed in the first place.”
She waited a few moments for his
brain to do just that. She was almost
done. Just one more thing to go. “Mr. Halifax,” she said, “I now want you to
go through your mind and instruct it to erase every remaining memory of
anything at all to do with that account.
You will erase all knowledge that the account ever existed from your
mind… you will erase every thought that you ever had about even having such an
account from your mind. You will erase
all thoughts that had anything remotely connected to that account from your
mind. As of right now, that account no
longer exists. That account never did
exist. As of now, you no longer even
know what I’m talking about if I mention the account. You are free now from the burden of carrying
that knowledge – knowledge that you no long know what I’m speaking of. You only know that you feel relieved to be
free of the knowledge of whatever it was.”
There was an unmistakable look of
relief on his face, even though Janice had no doubt that he had no idea why he
should even feel that way – other than that she had told him he would. As of now, that retirement account was not
only hers alone, as far as Joseph Halifax was concerned, he had never even
owned such an account.
She left him like that to enjoy is
brief relief while she went back to the kitchen for a much needed drink. She refilled her glass and carried it back to
the living room with her this time. And
this time, she grabbed and opened her notebook.
This was the part now that she knew would be the most difficult. It was now time to begin the process of
setting the new direction for the rest of his life.
“Goodness, Mr. Brinkley. You’ve come a long way already!”
Roger smiled at his client. “Yeah, I’m making good progress today,” he
replied. “It’s all the trim though
that’s going to take the most time. And
of course, you’re only looking at one coat.
Most likely, it’s going to need a second coat on the walls before I can
call it finished.”
“Well the difference is
amazing. And I’m so pleased with the
color. I think it looks… calming,” she
finally decided.
Roger nodded. “Yeah, it does look nice,” he agreed. “Good choice I think.” He noticed her scrutinizing the way he was
dressed.
“Aren’t you awfully hot dressed
like that?” she asked.
Roger shrugged. “A bit,” he agreed. “But it saves me a lot of cleanup work… not
to mention that I don’t have to worry about the splatter getting all over my
clothes.”
But she was looking now directly at
his plastic bag covered boots. “And that
includes your lovely boots as well?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “They seem to need cleaning more than
anything else I wear. And I try hard to
keep them looking good.” What surprised Roger
then, was the look of what he thought might be disappointment on her face over
not being able to see his boots.
“Of course,” she agreed. “I’m sure they must get like that.”
Roger said nothing back, but only
watched as she seemed to leave the room with a disappointed attitude. Well, he had been contracted to do painting,
now show off what he was wearing!
Janice started with Leila
Rivers. Of course, Halifax could no
longer remember the reason he had her killed to begin with, but he could still
remember that he had arranged and paid to have it done. She made sure that the memories of Halifax
doing that would forever remain close to the surface. Then she began building on all his good
memories of the woman… all the things he had liked the most about her. She magnified each of those traits, making
them seem like things he could never live without. And when she was done, she forced the concept
of guilt over what he had done to her into his brain… over and over and over
again. He deserved to be punished for
what he did to her. He deserved to feel
miserable for the rest of his life because of what he had done. He deserved every horrible, rotten thing that
would ever happen to him for the rest of his life! All because of what he had done to the poor
woman. Janice was only part way into her
script for that when she saw the tears of remorse falling freely from his
eyes. He deserved it!
When she was done with that part,
she left him again… crying pitifully.
Her instructions had made sure that he would always feel that remorse –
for the rest of his life. He would
always feel that he deserved to be punished severely… because of what he had
done to her. He would always feel… the
enormous guilt! She left him to cry
alone for a while, while she refreshed her drink. It wasn’t until she figured that he had cried
long enough that she went back for the next round with him.
“Mr. Halifax,” she said, “you’ve
cried long enough now. It’s time to dry
those tears and face a new future, a future you deserve because of what you’ve
done. Pay strict attention to what I say
now… because you deserve this.” It took
a few moments, but eventually his crying ended and he looked up at her. Was that determination on his face… or
resignation? Not that it mattered. She began at the beginning of her notes.
Point after point, Janice instilled
Halifax’s new life into his brain. The
script was similar to the “Boots the Dog” script she had used on Roger, but
this one was much more refined and much, much more complete. She had taken the things she had learned from
Roger and built upon those things, making them stronger, better, more in line
with what she wanted out of him.
She again used the file cabinet
drawer images that would close off his old human life and open only the drawer
of his new dog life. When that one
drawer was open, all access to the rest of his human life was unobtainable…
with the exception of only what she wanted him to remember – which mostly dealt
with his guilt over Leila Rivers and the fact that she wanted him to remember
that he was once a human being – but no longer deserved to be so. But when the dog drawer was closed, she
instructed him that he would have absolutely no memory of what was in that
drawer… or of ever accessing anything that was in it. If he was human, he would have no memory of
being a dog at all. But as far as she
was concerned, that one command to turn him human again would be used this
weekend and only this weekend. If
everything went the way she hoped it would, she would be turning the… new and
improved… Halifax, or rather Ben-ben… over to Susan sometime next week. Besides, from everything she could see, his
mind couldn’t take much more of her training.
Like with Boots, she made sure that
even as a dog, he would always be aware of the impenetrable wall getting
thicker and thicker each time he sat, and each time he stood up – further
insuring that he would remain Ben-ben forever.
All knowledge of human speech was removed with the exception of some key
commands that she was very careful to make sure he knew what would be expected
of him. He might be a dumb dog, but
there was no reason for him to make a nuisance of himself the way Boots had
done. She also told him that no matter
how bad the food he was given would taste, if he was given it to eat, then he
would eat everything as fast and completely as he could… and he would always be
grateful that someone had bothered to feed him.
There would no longer be any savoring how good something tasted, he
might still like the taste of something, but he would eat everything as fast as
possible so he wouldn’t enjoy it very long.
There was one particular area that
“Ben-ben’s” script differed completely from the script for “Boots.” And that area dealt solely with sex. When the proper command was given, Ben-ben
would become interested in one thing and only one thing, licking pleasure into
whoever had given him the command. And
he would keep at it single mindedly until told to stop. Janice didn’t know how good Halifax was
capable of being with his tongue, but she had no doubt that given enough time,
he could only get better and better.
Another part of the sex area that
she put into “Ben-ben’s” script, was that no matter what he did or what was
done to him, he would no longer feel anything at all in his penis. It would become totally numb. He would be totally unable to feel anyone or
anything touching him there. She then
took that idea and tied it directly into his guilt feelings over what he had
done to Leila Rivers… so that he would always know that he didn’t deserve to
feel anything at all there anymore – no matter how badly he craved to feel
something. And he would always feel that
sex drive crave.
But since she had always tied what
she did with her victims to sexual relief in some way, she also decided on a
method for Ben-ben as well. He would no
longer have any concept of numbers or counting, but his sub-conscious mind was
allowed to keep track of only one thing – how many times he got “bred” or
“used” from the rear. Once that number
reached fifty, like her other victims, he would have an immense orgasm, after
which the counting would start all over again.
Of course since he would have no conscious concept of numbers, he would
never know how long it would take to get that relief again… he would only
become aware of how he could get that relief.
Just as she had done with Roger,
she set the same commands in place that if the right key phrase was spoken, Ben-ben
would hear and understand what was said to him, but he would understand them
now with the mind-frame of a dog and only a dog. If Susan didn’t like that, then tough. As far as she was concerned, Halifax didn’t
deserve to ever have more intelligence back in his brain than she was allowing
him – even if only for a few minutes. He
would be a dog, and only a dog – forever!
When she was finally done, she
closed her notebook. There was no more
that she could instill into him this week.
It was now time to see what Halifax had learned during the week about how
dogs behaved. She looked at him, and
spoke the magic words, “It’s time for Ben-Ben the dog!”
Immediately Halifax fell to all
fours on the floor. He had no clothes to
remove so the process was almost immediate.
His hands closed under into two paws and he looked up at her and panted
happily with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
“Sit!” she commanded, and watched
as Ben-ben did his best to sit like a dog.
“Lay down!” she commanded, and she watched as he stretched out on the
floor… somewhat like a dog might do. She
walked to the other side of the room.
“Come!” she commanded, and watched as he immediately got up and crawled
to her. She pet his head for a few
moments. So far, so good.
Leaving him to occupy himself as a
dog, she went into the kitchen to pour herself a fresh glass of tea… and then
prepare herself some dinner. She had
earned the rest. While she was working,
she kept one eye on Ben-ben. She watched
as he seemed to crawl around the house, sniffing at things. And finally she watched as he crawled back
into the kitchen. She reached into the
bag on the counter and extracted the duck that Roger – Boots had played with
and threw it towards Ben-ben. He got up
and sniffed the thing carefully, then eventually took it into his mouth and
laid down on the floor again where he happily chewed on the thing. Excellent!
Shortly after though, Janice looked over and saw him sound asleep on the
floor, the stuffed duck nearby and most likely forgotten. Just like any other dog she supposed.
A short while later, while she was
in the middle of cooking, she quickly looked over at him because he was making some
small distressful sounds. But she
noticed that he was still sound asleep.
He was dreaming! It didn’t take a
lot to realize what his distress was over – guilt! It was as plain and simple as that. Even in his sleep, Halifax… or rather
Ben-ben, was going to feel painfully guilty over what he had done to Leila
Rivers. Perfect!
After she had eaten her dinner, she
pulled Roger’s purple dog bowl from a bag on the counter and opened a can of
dog food. Ben-ben was awake by then and
seemed to be all too interested in sniffing around the kitchen. She set the bowl on the floor with the
command to eat his dinner. It gave her
nothing but pleasure to see the way he almost attacked the horrid smelling dog
food in the bowl. Yuck! And he deserved every bit of what he was now
getting just a small taste of.
After he had finished his dog food…
along with most of a bowl of water that she had him lap up, she grabbed the
leash she had gotten for Roger and attached it to Ben-ben’s collar. She took him outside and had him relieve
himself, not just raising his leg to peel like the dog he now was, but she made
him defecate like a dog as well. The
only thing wrong with the scenario, was that Ben-ben now truly believed he was
a dog, so there was no humiliation in the act for him at all. It was simply a normal thing for him to
do. Oh well, she was still pleased.
An hour later, she was inside
watching TV while Ben-ben was napping not far away. But the TV show was uninteresting. It was uninteresting only because she had
other things concerning Ben-ben on her mind.
Before long, she turned the TV off and gave into what had been on her
mind. She removed her shorts and
panties. “Ben-ben,” she called. It was a moment until the dog came fully
awake. “Come,” she commanded. She opened her legs, giving him full access
to her private parts. Ben-ben came over
to her and started sniffing around between her legs, but she hadn’t given him
the command to do what she wanted yet.
Still, she found his interest in that area of her, along with his
sniffing of the area, to be more than a bit exciting. She could already feel herself getting
wet! “Lick me, Ben-Ben. “Lick me to pleasure!” she commanded. She immediately felt his head diving into her
crotch and his tongue going to work – right where she wanted it to. And she was totally surprised by the fact
that he seemed to almost know what he was doing there. His tongue was stronger and more agile than
she thought it would be. And the result
was quickly driving her – totally crazy!
As she came down from her first
orgasm, she reached out and just managed to grab one of her burner phones out
of her purse nearby. She had trouble
ordering the number of supplies she didn’t want because Ben-ben’s attentions to
her sexual region were all too distracting.
And by the time Susan finally called back, she was almost into her
fourth orgasm!
“Janice, what’s wrong?” Susan
asked, her voice full of concern as she listened to the gasping that was coming
over her phone.
“Wrong question,” Janice replied
breathlessly. “You mean, what’s right?”
“What do you mean?”
“Right now, Ben-ben is in the
middle of proving to me that he already knows something about how to use his
tongue to please a woman. And I have to
say, he’s seems to be somewhat talented in that area. More so than I ever thought he’d be!”
Susan erupted in laughter.
“Look, Susan,” Janice did her best
to gasp out over top of what Ben-ben’s tongue was doing to her, “can you take
possession of him next weekend? I think
he’s going to be completely ready for you by then.”
“Of course,” Susan replied
happily. “Just let me know where and
when and I’ll make sure to meet you. Do
you want me to come to your house again?”
Janice’s excitement, not to mention
her breathing, was quickly getting the better of her again though. “Hang on,” she managed to grunt out before
she abandoned herself to the orgasm that had been building so strongly in
her. It was a few moments before she was
capable of speaking again. “Sorry,” she
gasped. “I hadn’t counted on him being
this good.”
“Okay, I’m feeling more than a bit
jealous right now,” Susan told her.
“Well, you can have him for as long
as you like starting next week,” Janice replied. He won’t be fully ready until then
anyway. But no, not at my house. It’s going to have to be somewhere different,
not to mention somewhere private that I can drive to fairly easily with him.” The feeling of his tongue still working on
her was exquisite!
“I’ll come up with somewhere,”
Susan Wu promised. “You just let me know
when to be there.”
“I will,” Janice gasped out again
as she felt another orgasm rising quickly.
“Got to go!” she screamed as the waves overtook her one more time.
Susan hung up her phone, then
stared at the thing. Damn! Now she really couldn’t wait! But in the meantime, after listening to what
Janice was going through, she was now very much in need of a little fun and
relief herself. She picked up the
phone. I need a playmate in my playroom…
as soon as possible!” she ordered.
“Phone me when he’s ready!”
Damn! All she could think about now was whatever
Halifax – Ben-ben – had been doing to Janice.
Damn!
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Lots of fun as always :) *waves*
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