by mkmngr » April 10th, 2010, 12:40 pm
Belinda's Web.....
Thanks Trishbot for pinning down Warden Smith's first appearance as a Greentooth slave.
I offer a scenario for the design team to incorporate as they follow up on "Changing of the Guard".
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Belinda's Web.....
The Commander was in good mood as she stepped into her office at the end of an operational shift. She would be visiting young Erica Donovan over at MPCI - Erica's first deployment as a newly-promoted sergeant. Erica had been very quiet since her arrival, although Warden Smith's regular reports had been very positive.
As this was to be an official visit, the Commander had elected to change into her "dress blue" uniform - this consisted of a dark navy-blue high-necked tunic and pleated knee-length skirt over black, knee-high, stiletto-heeled boots. She discarded her utility belt and trousers, then her uniform shirt. Opening the wardrobe behind her full-length mirror, she admired her body as she pulled out her dress uniform on its hanger.
"Damn girl, that's a great body" she mused to herself; "as this tunic doesn't need a blouse, I could ditch the bra and hide a corset under this tunic". She buttoned up the brass buttons on her tunic, including the final one at her throat. The high collar of the dress tunic complemented her elegant throat - and, as we know, would hide any slim mind-control collar which Mistress Belinda might see fit to install once the unsuspecting Commander had fallen into Belinda's evil clutches. She checked that her hair was swept up in a neat regulation bun behind her head (leaving her ears completely exposed) and gave her reflection in the mirror one final, affirmative, smile.
Her mind wandered to the main event the following week - induction of the "Top Five" police cadets into the Service. For the first time ever, five women filled each highest-achieving post from the year's intake. The Commander had led the selection and training of the candidates for the honour and she was determined to look her best at the Graduation - hence her thought about digging out her corset to accentuate her figure and posture.
She quickly completed dressing (a Sam Browne harness supported the holster for the side-arm at her waist) and signed out, leaving the MPD Police HQ on her way to visit the Funhouse at MPCI to find out how Erica has settled in..........
Warden Smith spotted the ceremonial uniform immediately as the Commander stepped from her patrol car. Her enslaved mind led her to send a swift message to Mistress Belinda's Greentooth earpiece; a swift response back to the Warden's earpiece instructed her that the hapless Commander was to be the next unwilling recipient of Mistress Belinda's treatment. The Commander would become a very-useful MC'd implant in the upper echelons of the MPD command and control structure.
Warden Smith greeted the Commander with a handshake, holding in her left hand a small Greentooth earpiece - which would shortly be taking up residence in our Commander's unsuspecting left ear. Warden Smith had her approach laid out (it had been programmed into HER via her ever-present Greentooth control unit.)
"Ah Commander, we've been expecting you. Welcome to the Command Centre; please lock away your side-arm in this locker".
Warden Smith held up the Greentooth earpiece and smiled engagingly, gazing into the Commander's eyes. "As an Officer of the Law, you'll automatically be part of our "Control Group" whilst you are on MPCI premises. We need to be able to communicate with all members of the Control Group at all times; please pop in this comfortable little lightweight earpiece whilst we guide you into the Institute and across to Erica's office". Warden Smith stepped to the side of the Commander, chatting nonchalantly as she inserted the Greenooth captivator into the Commander's unprotected, unsuspecting ear. The Commander failed to notice the tell-tale reference to "Erica" rather than the more-formal "Sergeant Donovan"; but she was about to lose interest in everything other than those matters directed by Mistress Belinda......
"Here, let me lock - I'm sorry, latch - the retaining clip behind your ear" the Warden continued. "In the Control Group, we need to be in contact at all times, so these ear-pieces need the retaining clip to ensure that they stay put even if you are moving quickly".
The Commander felt slightly strange - she was used to the operational earpieces from the Police force, but those just rested in her ear. This MPCI device seemed to be burrowing into her ear canal under the gentle but persistent pressure of Warden Smith's elegantly-manicured index finger.....
"I just need to activate you" continued the Warden; "you'll hear a short musical tune, which precedes all official messages to the Control Group and as a protection against fake messages. The song title is just our little joke here at MPCI" she smiled, as the Commander listened intently, concentrating on hearing the first words of a song which is all-too-familiar to us aficionados of Greentooth.
"The lights are on;
but you're not home;
Your mind
is not your own"
Little does our unsuspecting Commander realise, smiling at the song as the invading Greentooth earpiece burrows gently into her left ear, that the Control will be exerted UPON her, rather than her free-willed participation in supervision. Her final moments as a free-willed senior police officer are ticking away. And, all too soon, the Commander's shiny new MPCI uniform will be fitted by Warden Smith and Mistress Belinda to their new puppet, beneath her all-concealing tunic and skirt before she is returned to MPD HQ to carry out Mistress Belinda's dastardly bidding..........
Once she has been captivated by the Greentooth invader embedded in her ear, our dear obedient Commander's boot-heels clatter robotically across the cobblestones of the MPCI yard, as she walks mindlessly to her fate at the hands of Mistress Belinda.......
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Does Mistress Belinda wish to use a control collar on our hapless Commander?
(I leave these details to the MCCOMIX design team)
What does Belinda have in store for processing our freshly-captured high-ranking mind-slave?
Will the Psycho-slaver come out to play or is there even more-dastardly equipment available?
Watch the forthcoming pages...........
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A week later, the Commander surveyed the scene at the MPD Police Academy, as the audience prepared to welcome the new recruits at their passing out - and the "Top Five" cadets who were to be honoured. She stood tall and proud, luxuriating in the secret embrace of the patent-leather corset which held her body, hidden beneath her dress-blue tunic. Her hair was swept up - any MPCI team member would have no difficulty in assessing that she was another Grentooth-enslaved puppet.
In the hour before, she had met each of the cadets singly, one-to-one and alone, to brief them on the routine for the presentations and to pass on some "career advice" to each woman. The process also included the presentation of a framed certificate by Mayor Vanessa Turner, with photographs of the presentation taken by a smiling Warden Smith. After the photographs, the processing continued onto the main reason for the one-to-one meetings - the objective of isolating each cadet so that she could be enslaved by a Greentooth earpiece. The process finished by fitting each cadet with what the Commander presented to each cadet as a "personal communicator" on the pretext that "the Control Group" were trialling the small, snug devices for communications during coverts ops. The purpose was, ostensibly, to get the views on the "Top Five" on fit, comfort, wearability and ease-of-use!
The Commander presented the "offer" of a trial earpiece in a manner which discouraged dissent. The pressure to obey her was subtle but irresistible. The first three cadets accepted their Greentooth control units quickly and without even thinking (and completely ceased thinking freely straight afterwards!). The fourth cadet hesitated as Warden Smith approached, with a Greentooth earpiece in her outstretched hand. However, her "resistance" was short-lived and futile. She was surrounded by three smiling, reassuring women. Mayor Turner, "suited and booted" and fresh from presenting her with her certificate, nodded at the cadet in encouragement. Her senior Commander smiling reassuringly. Warden Smith smiled warmly as she held out the fateful device. All three senior women pointed out the Greentooth ear-pieces which were already installed in their left ears. The cadet relaxed - she could see that each senior woman seemed to be totally at ease and that the devices seemed very comfortable. The hapless cadet's objections subsided, and she offered her ear to Warden Smith for the insertion of the device which, in moments, would change her life and re-programme her chain of command.
Warden Smith smiled as she gazed into the trusting eyes of the young woman standing before her, and clicked the locking latch down behind the cadet's ear. Her fate was sealed - she would belong to Greentooth! The Commander stood by with a hair-brush as Warden Smith pressed the "activation" key on her phone to start the irresistible sonic assault on the young cadet's unprotected brain. Even if a quick-responding cadet had tried to grasp the Greentooth device in her ear, the retaining lock would hold the device firmly embedded in her ear until her resistance had been destroyed. No cadet retained free thought after the initial mind-grab. Four down, one to go!
Soon all five young women had been mind-slaved. They had been subjugated, unconsciously and without delay, to their fate. The Commander, the Mayor and the Warden all received congratulatory messages direct into their enslaved brains via their Greentooth control units as the final cadet marched from the room. Each senior woman shuddered as a small orgasm ripped through her, triggered by the Greentooth impulse. Of course, the room was under CCTV surveillance and a "higher intelligence" was watching proceedings with avid interest!
No-one was outside the room to notice that every cadet left that fateful pre-meeting with her hair brushed down over her ears and (to those of us in the know) the blank, robotic expression of the freshly-Greentoothed mind-slave. Exiting the meeting room through a different door (and thus remaining unseen by the next unsuspecting cadet who would follow her) each cadet was directed, under Greentooth control, into a holding room where the Greentooth devices relayed the instructions needed to deepen the obedience of all members of the "Top Five". After holding the usual rigid poses during the post-insertion processing, the mind-locked cadets' expressions relaxed and returned to normal just before the Graduation. With five minutes to go before the Graduation, all five young women were chatting happily and obediently confirming to each other that the new lightweight ear-pieces were no problem at all. They did not realise that they had no option in expressing the opinions; the Greentooth impulses ensured that the over-riding instructions, beamed direct into their brains via the ear-pieces, appeared to be their own free-willed thoughts. Enjoying their loss of free-will, the Puppet Master watched in delight over the CCTV circuits.
The culmination of the passing-out parade was the arrival of the "Top Five". The audience applauded as the five young women marched onto the stage, in perfect step (and, dear reader, in perfect mind-lock). Boots gleaming, tunic buttons shining, they were the perfect embodiment of the wholesome, clean, brave and uncorrupted police officers upon whom Metrobay would depend in the coming months and years. What a shame that no-one could see the fiendish device embedded in the ear of each already-subjugated young woman as she awaited the award of her shield by Mayor Vanessa Turner - which would trigger the next step in the subjugation of all members of the "Top Five" to MPCI control.......
Was it just a trick of the light, or did the little LED on the earpiece in Mayor Turner's left ear glow brighter as she inclined her head to each cadet, appearing to whisper a brief word of encouragement to each woman as she pinned the new shield on the left breast of each member of the "Top Five". Certainly, Mayor Turner did seem to be growing her hair longer since her encounter with the two subjugated interns on that fateful day in her office. Standing close to the cadet, Vanessa whispered "obedience is pleasure" into the right ear of each cadet as she unobtrusively caressed the woman's right nipple through the thin material of her uniform tunic. This post-hypnotic trigger deepened and finalised the Greentooth control over each young woman.
The "Top Five" posed, with the Commander and the Mayor, for a group photograph. MPCI's devious plan had been implemented swiftly, totally and without significant resistance. The next step would be to bring the five new puppets to MPCI for further deepening of their unthinking obedience to the body of the Control Group - and programme them with their individual missions and priorities.
Two days later, in the middle of a five-day post-Graduation furlough, all five women in the "Top Five" chose to visit The Funhouse at the Commander's suggestion. They had all "decided" to wear their MPD dress-blue uniforms, but curiously each woman had decided that she would wear no underwear beneath her tunic and skirt. Now what, dear reader, could possibly have given all five women such a risque idea for highly-regarded newly-minted police officers? And what use would Mistress Belinda make of five nubile young playthings? Did she have slim MC collars ready to supersede and enhance the Greentooth control, or fully-wired corsets ready to install? Only time will tell.
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I leave it to the main team at MCCOMIX to show us what happened inside, but afterwards our five obedient enslaved "Top Five" officers began assuming their careers, moving steadily into positions of power within MPD, from which they would be able to direct the actions of every female police officer in Metrobay. This would include the allocation of assignments which could easily deliver every single unsuspecting female MPD officer to MPCI for an "MPCI assessment" - and an interesting one-way trip into Mistress Belinda's domain.
OK Belinda, over to you to fill in the blanks in your inimitable style....
Mike the Manager