Doctor Morbid

Doctor Morbid
By: S.P. Riley

The building might have been made of red brick in order to make it look old, but inside everything was modern. The front of the store, on the first floor, was filled with the most current music albums in CD and LP form. There were brand-new stereos, for sale, behind the counter. The back of the store was a sound proof recording studio, for people who don’t have much money, but grand amounts of talent, and want to offer it to others.

Early in the morning the only people in the store were the three employees.

One man reading a music magazine at the counter, one man repairing a black box of electronics, and the third person was a very sexy very curvy woman in tight clothing. These three looked up when the person came, and they also became very suspicious when they saw it was an older white man with a crew cut and a full military uniform.

“You want something?” The young man behind the counter asked in a hostile suspicious nature. His hair was cut short, close to his head, which showed the odd bumps and marks on his face were also on his scalp. His black skin was pocked with warts, particularly along his left hand, and there was a twitch in his right eye.

“Are you Jerome White?” The military officer asked.

“What if I am?” Jerome asked.

The officer pulled out of his pocked a stack of white personal cards, snapped out one, and put it on the counter before Jerome. “My name is Lieutenant Peter Vapor,” The Lieutenant said, and looked over at the woman. “I assume you are Tara Smith?”

The woman moved, from where she had been organizing CDs, and walked over to Jerome. Her hair was black, and hung straight down from her head. Liquid black eyes looked out in the shape of teardrops. Her flawless dark face only smiled when she looked at Jerome. Like she was attached to Jerome, Tara pressed her perfect body up against him. Her top was tight showing her smooth midriff, and her short skirt allowed the site of her long muscular legs, to tempt the men.

Jerome looked the Lieutenant with even more suspicion and hostility. “What do you want?” Jerome asked, more as a threat than a question.

“I want Doctor Morbid,” the Lieutenant said flatly, to the expected shock and silence of the two young people.

“He’s dead,” Jerome responded angrily, at the white man. “I killed him.”

“He wasn’t dead, since you didn’t kill him,” The Lieutenant replied. “He had a nasty fall, broke both of his legs and his foot, when you threw him off the roof, but he was still alive. The military was going to bust him, and then you two took care of things for us. We went in to mop up, and found Doctor Morbid, still alive, but hurt. We took him back to our base, to give him medical care, and a new foot, but last month he broke out, and now we’re looking for him. Has he had any contact with you two?”

“Hell no!” Jerome yelled. “If he came back here I’d kill him, again!”

The Lieutenant cleared his throat, to try and calm down the man, whose twitch was becoming more pronounced. “Mr. White, we want Doctor Morbid back, and as soon as possible. We are also willing to offer a finder’s fee, so to speak, to get him back.”

The talk of money made Jerome a fare calmer. “Now then, how much are we talking?”

“Two hundred thousand dollars,” The Lieutenant replied. “If you find him, just give me a call, to the number on that card, and I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” The Lieutenant turned on his heals, and walked out the door, into the bright morning sky.

“Two hundred G’s!” Jerome cried out, making Tara jump. “We got to find that asshole, at least so I can try and kill him again.”

“Is that smart,” Tara asked timidly fearing her boyfriend’s wrath, “I mean after what he did, to both of us, and all those others?”

Jerome’s face turned to stone, with the expression of anger as if he shouted at her, “Fine you dumb bitch, and stay here I is going to see Vanessa Kuntz. She should know where to find Doctor Morbid.” With anger making his twitch more pronounced, Jerome stomped out the door, but anger and frustration lingered after he was gone.

Tara let the air cool down, and then without turning from the door, where Jerome left, she asked out loud, “Well David, what do you thing?”

“You’re too good for him,” David replied, raising his head from behind the electronic component he was working on. His skin was a tan color, a mix of both his African American heritage, and Mexican father. His black hair was neatly combed, and except for the few extra pounds he had on him, was nice to look at. David’s soft voice spoke of the gentleness, which resided in his soul.

Tara turned to him and smiled a sympathetic grin. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” David replied, making his level of respect for Jerome clear. “From the stories that you and Jerome told me over the past year, the last person Doctor Morbid would confide in would have been his former laboratory assistant. Besides the military would have certainly talked to her by now, and wouldn’t have had to find you two. What we need is a pattern, and a map to find Doctor Morbid.”
* * *

Jerome found the sanitarium with no problem; the signs were all over on how to get there. The receptionist was more than happy to tell Jerome which room Vanessa Kuntz was in. Jerome knocked, and didn’t wait for a response, before opening the door. She was seated in a white chair, in a white room, with a white bed, and white desk, and bright sunlight flooding in to make everything even more pallid. The only thing that wasn’t white was the dark brown of Vanessa. Seated, she leaned the right side her head against the wall, looking out the window.

Vanessa’s left eye moved to see who had entered her room. “Well shit, here I was hoping you were dead.”

“I’m not dead, and neither is Doctor Morbid,” Jerome grunted out, in a hard angry hate packed tone.

“No shit, you’re kidding me,” Vanessa said in a deep sarcastic tone. “You’re telling me that a man as smart as Doctor Morbid figured out, some way, to survive a four story fall, how shocking!”

“I’m looking for Doctor Morbid; do you know where he is?” Jerome asked serious yet with a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

“I might,” Vanessa replied, “but why are you looking for him. Are you tired of that slut?”

“She’s not a slut!” Jerome yelled angry with the rude woman. “Someone is paying me to find him.”

“I want half,” Vanessa said quickly, “and I’ll help you hunt Doctor Morbid.

I need to pay him back for what he did to me.” With that Vanessa turned her face to Jerome, and stood up, it was clear of two things; she had a great body, and a horribly scarred right side of her face. The scar tissue bulged and rippled in deep channels down her face. The flesh had a shiny almost wet look to it, and raw red blood vessels could easily be seen. Her eye was mercifully unmarked, but her eyebrow was almost completely torn off.

Vanessa moved her black hair back over her face, to hide the scars that now defined her appearance.

“Hang on, who said I’d give you half, and I have no intention of letting you help,” Jerome said holding up his hands in defense.

“Fine, then I guess I won’t tell you what I know,” Vanessa said, sitting back down in her chair.

Jerome cursed under his breath, and then said, “One third, since Tara is helping with the searching.”

“What do you think I am, a car dealer? I said HALF and I mean HALF!” Vanessa yelled.

Jerome chewed this over, and then said, “Okay half, but if you get into trouble, you’re on your own. I’m not responsible for you.”

“Fine whatever,” Vanessa came back. “When I was Doctor Morbid’s assistant, we checked out recording studios that might work. Other than your father’s, the only one that fit the bill was Loud Mouth Recordings. Doctor Morbid also told me, the only place to get the electronics he needed was at Twenty-Third Street Electronics. Let’s go.”
* * *

The sun had moved across the sky, to where noon was hours gone. This was also the time that Jerome came back to his store, with Vanessa next to him. Tara and David were hovering around a map on the front counter, talking in low voices, as the lone female customer was checking out CD’s. The customer, a teenager with a teenager’s young body, smiled at Jerome, who smiled back, and then gave her hips a light touch, as she left the store.

Jerome’s eyes were trailing after the teenager, when Tara broke his concentration, “What the hell is she doing here!”

Jerome’s eyes flashed back to Tara, who was looking at Vanessa, with anger and hate extruding from her dark eyes. “I’m here to help hunt Doctor Morbid,” Vanessa shot back. “I knew the place Doctor Morbid was checking out a year ago, and I knew that he could only find the electronic components he needs at Twenty-Third Street Electronics.”

“Yeah, that’s a great place for gear,” David offered, as if he respected Doctor Morbid’s choice for electronic purchases.

“Oh really,” Tara said sarcastically to Vanessa, “and you’ve found him then?”

“Yeah, well what have you done?” Jerome asked his woman, who couldn’t help but grow puppy dog eyes when she looked at him.

“David and I have been doing some triangulation,” Tara alleged, pointing at the map. Jerome shot a hate filled look at David, who didn’t even notice. Tara explained, “Remember when we were with Doctor Morbid, some of his inventions kept causing brain hemorrhages, and one in five died. The bodies were stripped, and dumped into ally dumpsters. In the past month there have been three such instances. Connect the dots to make a triangle, and inside there are three recording studios. Assuming Doctor Morbid still needs a recording studio to do his work, then there’s a good chance he’s in one of those.”

“Let’s go, I’ll drive,” Jerome said.

“I’ll lock up,” David eagerly said.

“Hang on, you’re not coming,” Jerome held in his anger, with a little pleasure that comes from bossing people around. “Girls, why don’t you go out to my car, and I’ll meet you there.” The two women walked out, and Jerome was left with David. “You little piece of shit, what the fuck do you think you’re doing with my woman?”

“I was just helping Tara out,” David said, in defense.

“BULL SHIT, you were hoping to try and get into her pants,” Jerome angrily expressed, his twitch becoming more pronounced. “She’s mine, not yours, and will never be yours. The only reason why you work here is because you know something about electronics. You want a woman? Get your own! Tara is mine!” Jerome stomped out the door, into the sunlight, his anger and rage around him like a cloud.

David snorted, and shook his head at the angry man leaving. David moved, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and picked up the phone, and dialed information.
* * *

“Tara you take Sweet Sounds Recordings,” Jerome said leaning against his car looking at the slips of paper in his hand. He handed the slip to Tara. “Vanessa check out Bad Mouth Recordings,” Jerome handed her a slip. “I’ll check out The Pit. We meet back here in one hour.”

“Hang on,” Vanessa said in her low evil voice, “What if we find him, and can’t make it back here.”

“Then we know where you are, and we know probably what happened to you. Then we’ve found him, and we bust him,” Jerome said, striding off.

Jerome stomped down the street, mad at everyone he knew. Tara was supposed to do what he said, and she was hanging out with David, which Jerome had told her not to do. David was trying to get into Tara’s pants, Jerome was sure of it. Vanessa was trying to run the show that was his, and take half the money for the work he was doing. On top of that, the Lieutenant that started it all made Jerome think that the G-man considered them nothing more than slaves.

The Pit was in the basement of a building that made towels, and the smell of cut cotton made the area feel warm and cozy. A door to The Pit was metal painted black, and when Jerome tried it, the door swung open easily. It took Jerome’s eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness inside, in order to see that not only was it a recording studio, but also a nightclub. A bar in the corner, a stage in the other corner, and then on the other half of the basement was the walled off soundproof recording studio.

“Welcome to The Pit,” A man said, from behind the bar. He was tall and dressed in black. The black outfit and his dark skin made him blend into the darkness, like a shadow, so only the whites of his eyes could be seen easily. “You’re a bit early for the entertainment,” The man in black said with a southern accent, “but not for a drink.”

“Sure,” Jerome answered, easing onto a stool at the bar, “I could do for a beer.”

The man in black pulled on the tap, and filled a frosted mug to the top with cool golden liquid, leaving a thick white head. He set the beer on a coaster, and Jerome put a bill on the bar before taking a sip. “Ah that’s good,” Jerome responded, licking his lips and his eye twitching.

“I’m glad you liked it,” the man in black said, with a white toothed smile.

“Was there something else I can do for you?”

“Actually yeah,” Jerome said, setting down his beer. “I’m looking for a guy named Doctor Morbid.”

The man in black laughed at that until he realized that Jerome was serious.

“Sorry, I’ve heard of a lot of doctors, even some with degrees, but never a Doctor Morbid.”

“He’s about five feet five, with a scar over his left, no right eye,” Jerome said, trying to remember. “He’s missing his right foot, so he probably walks with a limp, and he used to have a cane with a gold skull on it.”

“Hang on, yeah,” the man in black said, realizing something important, “he has really long black dreadlocks, right.”

“He might,” Jerome replied, lifting his beer, and taking along pull.

“Yeah, he was in here about a month ago,” the man in black said. He pulled a bottle of water from behind the bar, lifted it up to his lips, and drank for a long moment. Wiping his mouth he said, “Sure, I remember him now. He had a cane, but it was white like a bone. Anyway he came in, looked around at our studio, and laughed. I couldn’t believe it, he laughed at me. He said something like; our equipment wasn’t even close to what he needed. Anyhow, he left, and that’s the last I saw of him.”

Jerome drained his beer, while the man was talking, and set it down at the end of the story with a, “Shit! Well this was a waste to time.”

“One for the road?” The man in black asked, indicating the beer mug.

“Sure, one more can’t hurt,” Jerome eagerly said, getting comfortable on the stool.
* * *

Vanessa looked at Bad Mouth Recordings with little hope. She knew that Doctor Morbid wouldn’t go to someplace as public as them. The building was a true recording studio, complete with their own mass marketing CD manufacturing department in the back. Recording studios were on the first floor, with windows that looked out onto the street. The second floor was reserved for business deals, and money making. The outside was white washed, and the inside was drywall painted white with framed photos of success stories at eye level.

Vanessa covered her scar, with her hair, and made sure her feminine parts were in the most obvious places, and swayed her rear as she entered the building. Three young Latino boys, acting as security for the building, dressed in the style of every other rap artist, were telling stories of conquest to each other, which none believed. The first one saw Vanessa sashay up, and press her body against him.

“Hi there,” Vanessa said in her sexiest, airhead, voice.

“Hey babe, you looking for the biggest dick ever?” The young man asked.

“Yeah, you’ll have to look someplace else,” one of the boys, said as a jibe, which got the congratulations from the third boy.

“I’m looking for whoever is in charge around here,” Vanessa responded, trying to act ditzy, and not vomit at the same time.

“I’m the grand master, babe,” the first boy said, with a malevolent grin. “You want me to command you.”

“I just need to talk to someone, real bad,” Vanessa cooed, balling her hands into tight fists, and feeling the pain from her fingernails in her palms.

“Hell, I can so you up stairs, where we can talk babe, name’s King Man,” the boy she was leaning on said.

“Well King Man, lead the way,” Vanessa bubbled, being led by the hand up the carpeted stairs to the second floor.

“Mr. Adams is still here, but Mr. Richards is out to lunch, so I can show you his leather couch, where we can talk,” King Man said, almost at the top of the stairs. Sealing off the top floor was a large metal door, with a large metal lock, which was attached to a large metal handle, which had a large metal bolt on the other side. King Man pulled out a ring of keys, and picked one out to put into the lock.

“There’s one thing, King Man,” Vanessa said in her bubbly voice, as she saw light between the door and the jam.

“What’s that babe?” King Man asked, with a touch of suspicion, finally.

Vanessa dropped the act and pulled aside her hair to show her scar. Her dark eyes taking on their natural evil glint, she smiled a wicked smile at the startled man. “Boo!” King Man went tumbling down the stairs, landing on his back looking up at Vanessa, who walked through the door.

“May I help you?” A young secretary asked form behind a large desk, with a large computer monitor on it. She had her black hair pulled back tightly, and her dark skin had just a touch of makeup on. Her wire rimmed glasses were almost unnoticeable except for they reflection of the sunlight they seemed to constantly catch.

“I’m here to speak with Mr. Adams, the name is Vanessa Kuntz,” Vanessa stated, not stopping her pace, as she walked to the oak door with the name Joshua Adams on it in brass letters.

“Do you have an appointment?” The secretary asked, trying to make it around her desk, in order to stop Vanessa from reaching the door.

Vanessa opened the door, and walked right in to find Joshua Adams seated behind his desk, looking over papers form a file. He didn’t look like a music promoter, or anything else relating to music, he looked like a geek. His brown hair was curly, and looked like it was in need of being professionally cut again. His brown eyes looked through glasses that were similar to those of his secretary, but wired with gold. His suit jacket was draped over the back of his leather chair, and his dress shirt had two pens sticking out of the breast pocket. Joshua Adams was thin, which didn’t seem to match his tanned white skin.

Vanessa stopped before the man, and announced professionally, “My name is Vanessa Kuntz. I would like to speak to you about a possible client, from a month or less ago, whom would have gone by the name Doctor Morbid.”

Joshua looked at Vanessa and then to his secretary and said, “Susan, please see if we have a Doctor Morbid in our data base. Would he be a singer than, Miss. Kuntz?” Joshua offered one of the leather chairs before his desk, to the scarred woman.

“No,” Vanessa said, taking the seat, and crossing her legs at the same time. “He would have just been interested in the sound recording equipment, and use of the studios.”

Joshua closed the file he had before him, and gave Vanessa his full attention. “May I ask, why you are interested in this man, I presume it is a man?”

“Doctor Morbid is indeed a man,” Vanessa replied unable to hold back the sneer in her tone. “If you must know, he did this to me,” Vanessa answered the unasked question, moving aside the hair that had covered up her scar.

Joshua looked on concerned, and interested for a moment, and then with Vanessa still showing her wound asked, “If I can help find this man, I will certainly do everything within my power, to do so.”

Vanessa let her hair fall back into place and smiled at the white man. “And just out of curiosity, Mister Adams, why would you be so concerned about someone like me?”

Joshua smiled, for the first time, and said in a soothing voice, “Anyone who hurts another human being is not a human being. I feel that we have to support and look out for each other, so as not to inflict pain and damage upon one another.”

“You mean controlling someone, so they don’t hurt themselves, even unknowingly?” Vanessa inquired.

“Perhaps, not controlling people, but strongly advice would be a better term,” Joshua answered, not grasping the conversation completely. Susan came into the room with a small notepad. “Ah, Susan did this Doctor Morbid person come here?” Joshua inquired.

“Yes sir,” Susan complied, looking down at her notepad. “Twenty-eight days ago, he came, and took a tour of our recording facilities. According to my notes he expressed concern for security, and decided that if he didn’t find a better place to make his recordings, he’d contact us. As of yet, he has not made contact.” Susan put her notepad, and other hand, behind her, looking up at Joshua, waiting for orders.

“Thank you,” Vanessa said to Susan. Easing up in one fluid motion, Vanessa said to Joshua, “I thank you for your time, and information.”

“If there is anything else we can possibly do for you, please, simply ask,” Joshua stated, also standing.

Vanessa turned her head to look at Joshua and said, “You might want to rethink using those boys on the first floor as sentinels. They were quite easy to surpass.”

“I will look into it,” Joshua said, and as Vanessa turned to go, he quickly asked, “How will I get in contact with you if I have any more information?”

Vanessa turned to Joshua, and looked him in the eyes. “Do you think you’ll be able to provide anymore information, Mister Adams?”

“If not information,” Joshua said with a smile, “then perhaps an intelligent conversation. I’m not sure about yourself, but we’ve just had the most intellectual discussion around here in years.”

Vanessa seemed to consider this. The scarred woman looked the white man up and down for a moment. He did have a nice body, even if his skin was a bit paler than she would have liked. Striding over to the man’s desk, she wrote on a slip of paper, and then looked Joshua in the eyes. “It’s my email address. You can contact me, when you feel like it,” Vanessa said, walking out of the man’s office, swaying her rear a little more than usual.

Susan showed Vanessa to the door down stairs, and as soon as she was at the ground floor, there was King Man waiting for her. “There you are bitch,” King Man said coming up to her, “The grand master has been waiting for you, bitch!”

Vanessa turned to the man, and as soon as he was in close, she grabbed his nuts. Squeezing hard, with her sharp fingernails stabbing at his tender two-pack. She was squeezing to where he couldn’t even collapse to the floor, without further hurting himself. “Look here King, little, Man,” Vanessa said quietly, so only he could hear, “I’ve met a master, and you’re not even close to being grand.” Vanessa let go. The man fell to the floor, holding his crotch. With a smile on her lips, Vanessa walked out into the bright sunshine.
* * *

Tara wasn’t sure about going into Sweet Sounds Recordings. It seemed almost too perfect of a place for Doctor Morbid to be in. The neighborhood seemed dark, and constantly in the shade. Half the buildings around were either vacant or very run down. Sweet Sounds Recordings was tucked behind a hardware store; next to a half completed five-story building. Red brick painted white, and then with artistic spray-paint added to give it color and distinction. Tara felt that at any moment, Doctor Morbid could jump out of the shadows, and take her, like before.

Tara walked into the store/recording studio. It was like Jerome’s store, with a recording studio in back, and CDs up front. The walls were white with music group’s posters hung around, and paper lanterns hung from the ceiling. A beaded curtain was behind the counter, which was filled with the latest digital music equipment. Next to the counter was a wall with headphones, where someone could hear a track, before buying the CD.

Seated behind the counter was a very sexy Asian woman. She was very young, barely out of her teens. Her black hair was worn long, with cut bangs over her smiling face and sparkling eyes. She had a trim body, with amazingly round firm breast on her chest, and she seemed to enjoy showing them off, with her light blue tube-top. “Welcome to Sweet Sounds Recordings, my name is Lin, may I help you?” Her voice held no accent, but there was something in her chipper tone that set Tara’s internal warning level to maximum.

“I’m just looking, thanks,” Tara answered looking about.

“Please, let me know if there’s anything I can help you with,” Lin said, with a large smile, “and please, feel free to listen to a sample of our local artists.” Lin indicated the headphones, and then sank back into her seat, where she pulled out a previously hidden magazine.

Tara looked through the shelves of CDs. They all looked legit. All the latest music was out. There wasn’t any dust on the disks. Different sections of the store had different types of CDs. When Tara walked around to the section across from the headphones. She could hear the local rap artists from the headphones, while she looked at the CDs, made from the recording studio in back. Not finding much out of the ordinary, Tara thought up a plan of interrogation. She’d listen to the local music, discuss that with Lin, and then slip in a few questions about Doctor Morbid.

Tara turned to the headphones, and smiled at Lin, who smiled back. Tara slipped the small speakers over her ears. A man was rapping, only slightly off, to a beat, with word about how life is hard, growing up in the city, and no future of ever getting out. Tara turned to Lin, and was able to said, “hey-.” Tara’s eyes went huge, making her tongue fall silent. A brain piercing, mind numbing, and vehemently driving noise went into Tara’s mind, forcefully removing any thoughts.

Lin released her finger from the hidden button, and Tara continued to stand, numb and unthinking. Lin picked up the phone, and pressed a button. “Sir, I have another one for you,” Lin said, with her persistent huge grin, into the phone.

Seconds lapsed, but Tara took not notice. She took no notice of the thumping of a cane on stairs from the other side of the wall. Tara didn’t see, as Lin smiled wide when a bone cane drew the beaded curtain aside. Tara did not comprehend the man who stood before her wide eyes. That man was Doctor Morbid.

“Should I call the pimps, Doctor Morbid?” Lin asked her master.

“Oh no, I’m not turning this one into a prostitute, and call me Master when it’s only Tara here,” Doctor Morbid said with a smile. His dreadlocks were long, down past his shoulders. Over his right eye, a scar the bisected the eyebrow, and ended in the middle of the cheek. His dark skin seemed to have a waxy shine to it, and reflected like it was wet. His right leg ended in an artificial foot.

“You know this woman, Master?” Lin asked loosing a little of her wide smile.

“Oh yes, Tara use to be my slave,” Doctor Morbid said to Lin. Pulling aside the now silent headphones he whispered, “and you’re my slave again.”

“I am your slave again,” Tara repeated robotically.

Doctor Morbid removed the headphones, and put them back. The man didn’t hide his arousal, as he continued looking at his renewed slave. Walking around her, in time with his cane, he said, “Tara you will do, think, say, believe, feel, remember, and forget anything I tell you. You will obey without question, any order given. You will only do what I tell you to. From now on, you will not think for yourself, understood?”

“I understand Doctor Morbid,” Tara responded mindlessly.

“Good,” Doctor Morbid said with a smile, “and from now on, as long as we’re alone, or within company that knows that you are my slave, you will refer to me as Master, understood?”

“I understand Master,” Tara said her eyes glazing over.

Doctor Morbid cupped one of Tara’s breasts, and started to massage it through her top. “Tell me the truth, does Jerome still screw you?”

“Yes Master,” Tara answer for she had no other choice.

“How often does he fuck you?” Doctor Morbid asked switching to the other breast.

“Ever day, sometimes twice a day,” Tara answered in a voice the seemed to lack any life at all.

Doctor Morbid switched to rubbing between Tara’s legs, before asking his slave, “Is there anything he tells you to do, that you really hate?”

“Yes Master,” Tara replied.

“What is it?” The doctor asked curiously.

“He likes it when I put one fist into my vagina, and the other fist up my anus,” Tara said with no emotion.

“Wow I’m impressed, I didn’t think that was physically possible,” Doctor Morbid stated, and nodded his approval to Lin. “Tell me slave Tara,” Doctor Morbid said, taking his hand away from between her legs, “why are you here?”

“Jerome White, Vanessa Kuntz, and myself are out looking for you, Master. This was my place to look,” Tara said flatly, gazing off into space.

“Congratulations, you found me,” Doctor Morbid said with a laugh. “Now why were you looking for me?”

“Lieutenant Peter Vapor offered us two hundred thousand dollars to find you,” Tara replied.

“Well, that’s not totally unexpected,” Doctor Morbid announced, thinking. “When and where are you to meet with your companions?”

“We’re to meet at Jerome’s car in one hour,” Tara responded unable to realize what she just told to her worst enemy.

“One hour,” Doctor Morbid laughed, “that’s more than enough time to have a little fun. Isn’t that right Lin?”

“Yes master,” Lin said with her large smile in place.

“Tara, come with me,” Doctor Morbid ordered, and the black woman followed him through the beaded curtain, to a back office. There wasn’t much there, except for a desk and computer on top of it. Doctor Morbid slid the desk to one side of the room, and sat down in the chair that was behind the desk.

“Well then,” Doctor Morbid said, gazing upon his erect Tara. “I think I should put you back the way you were. Do remember my penis, slave?”

“Yes Master,” Tara responded.

“You remember the look, the feel, the taste of my hot rod,” Doctor Morbid said watching Tara lick her lips. “You want my dick, you want it in you, on you, just to see my penis. You remember the taste of my cum. You remember it tastes better than anything you’d had before. Your body, as well as your mind, craves my cock. Just the thought of my pole makes you unbelievably aroused.” A smell permeated the air. It was the pungent odor of a woman in heat.

Doctor Morbid leaned over to the computer, and clicked open a music file. A smooth beat filled the room, and dance music came from the computer’s speakers. “Dance,” Doctor Morbid commanded, and Tara’s hips began to sway in time with the harmony. “Dance for your master’s pleasure. Take your close off while you’re at it.”

Tara’s hips swayed with the beat. Her arms and hands trying to touch each part of her body. Leg muscles bunched and twisted under her dark skin. Her erotic dance took hold of more than just her body. Her eyes looked at Doctor Morbid, and his crotch, with a hungry lust that consumed her. The closest things to thoughts, in her mind, bounced around as lust, desire, sexual need, and the yearning to please her master, encompassed her world.

Thumbs hooked under her shirt, pealing it away like a second skin. Her stomach muscles rippled in time with the music, on display for Doctor Morbid. Stretching open the shirt, Tara’s breasts pop free. Dark erect nipples were shooting out of Tara’s body, in her Master’s direction. The electricity of all consuming sexual desire made Tara’s body quake. Her long arms swept her shirt from her head, letting her long black hair trail away. Whipping her hair back, Tara’s teardrop eyes focused on Doctor Morbid with lust that bordered on rage, for he was depriving her of what she craved.

The music continued to pound, as Tara turned her back to her master. Her rear contracted and jutted in time with the beat. The cloth, which hid her body, slid down her smooth bare ass. In one motion her shorts came down her legs to her ankles where, in a dancing motion, she kicked off her shoes as well as her shorts. Turning to show her naked body, Tara thrust her naked love canal at her master. Swollen pussy lips glistened with liquid desire, as Tara danced, passionately, uninhibited by her cloths.

“Lin, lock the front door, and come in here,” Doctor Morbid commanded to his slave in the next room. “Tara, stop dancing,” Doctor Morbid commanded, and the woman stood still, her arms hung at her sides, and a blank expression filled her face.

Lin walked into the room, and Doctor Morbid commanded of her, “Lin, take off your cloths. Tara, it is time you truly remembered what it’s like to be a slave. Tara, get down on all fours, with your ass pointed at me. Lin get down on the floor, lay on your back, with your legs spread wide. Tara, I’m going to screw you while you lick Lin to as many orgasms a possible.”

“Yes Master,” Tara responded, already on the floor. She turned her bare ass to her master, and stuck her tongue out for Lin’s womanhood.

Lin disrobed quickly. Her shirt went off, as well as her bra. Her pert breasts didn’t even sag when the brazier went away. Her skin was pocked with small moles, which seemed to accent her body even more. With sexual anticipation, Lin removed her shorts. A completely smooth snatch, sat on top of a wrinkled entranceway to her body. Lin eased her body down to the floor, spreading he legs wide and moving within tongue distance of Tara’s head.

Lin gasped as Tara’s tongue touched upon her sensitive spot. Doctor Morbid smiled as he dropped his pants and boxer shorts. His member, already swollen with lust, stood up, seven inches ready to be used on his mindless slave. He got down on his knees, and positioned himself behind Tara. With all the natural lubrication provided, Doctor Morbid thrust right in. Tara’s tongue missed a lick on Lin’s pussy when Doctor Morbid thrust in. Her body eagerly swallowed up his offering, and had room for more. Doctor Morbid thrust in, and then out, and then in, regaining the feel for Tara’s body. His dark hairy balls slapped her ass, as he thrust all the way in, finding amazingly little resistance. In and out, in and out, Doctor Morbid thrust in, feeling the heat of Tara’s arousal on his own sexual stick.

Lin gasped. Her body approached sexual peak. Lin’s being was building to a wracking climax. Doctor Morbid felt his body grow hot as the pressure filled his pole. Hot seed spilled out of his member into Tara’s body, filling the empty spaces with hot sex. Lin gave a yell as her body went over the top to an orgasm so powerful all control over her arms and legs were lost. Lin’s appendages shook and quivered like live electrical lines as passion flowed through them. Tara still had to follow her command, and thus continued to lick at Lin’s love hole.

Doctor Morbid, satisfied, pulled out of Tara, and leaned back. White dripped out of Tara, and she was still on her hands and knees, licking at Lin. “Tara,” Doctor Morbid gasp, “Stop licking Lin.”

Doctor Morbid rolled on the floor, next to Lin and looked at his mindless slave still on all fours. Tara still held a blank expression on her face. “Thank you for having her lick me, Master,” Lin said to her master, Doctor Morbid.

“You horny little tart,” Doctor Morbid said to Lin. “Still, Tara didn’t seem to enjoy that as much as we did. Tara, climax.”

With no expression on her face, Tara’s body moved forward slightly as her womb contracted. Her body constricted on the inside, but on the outside the only thing that was noticeable was Tara became covered with more sweat. White dripped out of Tara’s body, forced out by less than spectacular muscle contractions, but otherwise there was no sexual expression.

“That’s it?” Doctor Morbid asked unimpressed. “Tara your orgasms should be body wracking, mind blowing, earth shattering events, that leave you on the border of consciousness. Your body should be consumed by sexual energy. Your arms and legs should go wild, and your eyes should roll back into your head. Now let’s try this again, Tara climax.”

A screaming gasp let loose from Tara’s open mouth. Her eyes went wide form the violent contraction coming from between her legs. A wave of powerful energy emanated from her gushing pussy. Tara’s legs quivered violently, forcing her knees out, making her muscles ripple uncontrollably. Tara fell to her chest, crushing her breasts, as the wave traveled up her spine, making her arms fly out and flop around like a dying fish. Her mouth opened in a circle, as the energy traveled to her brain. Unseeing eyes rolled back into her head, to when only the whites shone from Tara’s face. Spread out on the floor, withering around, as the climax died down to only a pulsing throb from between her legs. Finally coming around to full consciousness, Tara’s blank face regained its vacant expression, as she resumed her stance on her hands and knees.

“Now that’s an orgasm,” Doctor Morbid said impressed. “Well Lin, do you think that you could do better?” Before Lin could answer Doctor Morbid looked at the clock, and realized the time. “Oh shit, never mind, we don’t have time. Lin, get dressed, and move the big speakers to the half built building next door. Tara, get dressed, and I’m going to make you believe something completely fictitious.”
* * *

“Damn it Bitch, where you been?” Jerome asked Tara as she came up to him and Vanessa.

“I’m sorry baby,” Tara said, pressing her body up against his. “I’ve just been spying on Doctor Morbid.”

“You found him!” Vanessa yelled. “Why they hell didn’t you come tell us?”

“Because,” Tara said a little scared, “I wanted to keep an eye on him, until I knew that you’d be here.”

“Fine, where is he?” Jerome asked pushing the woman away.

“Sweet Sounds Recordings,” Vanessa said annoyed, “that’s where you sent her.”

“He’s in the building right next to it,” Tara said, more to Vanessa than to Jerome. “It’s a half completed building, with just support beams, but no walls.”

“It sounds like he could be trying to use the entire building as a high frequency sonic transmitter,” Vanessa said thinking and tapping her chin. “Oh shit, if he hooks it up right, he could turn this entire city into his mindless slaves. We’ve got to stop him!”

“I’ll show you right where he is,” Tara said pulling on Jerome’s arm.

“Hell no,” Jerome yelled, taking his arm back. “We’re just getting paid to find the Doc. That G-man didn’t say nothing about us catching the guy, just finding him.” Jerome fished in his pockets until he found Lieutenant Vapor’s card. “I’m going to call him, and then we’ll get our money, and then Doctor Morbid is his problem.”

“Right after I claw his eyes out,” Vanessa said to Tara, as Jerome walked to a payphone next to his car.
* * *

“Where is he?” Lieutenant Vapor asked jumping out of his open air Jeep.

“Sweet Sounds Recordings,” Jerome said hands crossed before him. “You go up two blocks, over two, and then up three more blocks. Now where’s my money?”

“Our money,” Vanessa corrected him.

“Hold it, hold it, hold it,” Vapor said holding up his hands. “The money will come when Doctor Morbid is in custody. Now why don’t you show me where he is, come one we’ll take my jeep.”

“It’s just you?” Tara asked looking around for more military.

Vapor slid into the driver’s seat, and Jerome and Vanessa took the back. “I’m only here to confirm a location on Doctor Morbid,” Vapor told to the reluctant woman. “As soon as I have a positive ID, then the teams will come in.”

“You’d better hurry,” Vanessa said to the Lieutenant, “if what I think he’s doing is correct, he’ll have this entire city under his control soon.”

“Tara,” Jerome said to the woman still standing next to the jeep, “get in the damn car!” Obediently, Tara climbed into the jeep’s passenger seat.

“What was he doing when you saw him?” Vapor asked Jerome.

“I didn’t see him Tara did,” Jerome answered back over the wind.

“He was hooking up speakers in a building next door to a recording studio, that’s in the same building as a hardware store,” Tara replied.

Vapor parked two blocks away from the building, and got out of the Jeep. “What the fuck is you doing?” Jerome yelled at Vapor. “The building is up there.”

“I know that,” Vapor replied turning to the young man and getting right into his face. “I’m trying not to be noticed. It it’s all right with you, I’d rather Doctor Morbid not know we’re here just yet. If you’d like to start yelling that we’re here, go ahead and tell this maniac we’re coming.” Vapor stood up and walked towards the building.

“Jesus, you are such a dick,” Jerome said, and pulled Tara close to his body as his twitching eye contracted again.

The building had a fence around it, but the chain links had given way, so now there was only a framework of pipes around the frame like uncompleted building. A for sale sign was driven into the ground before the skeleton like structure. Concrete dust and small stones covered the floor. Drag marks, as well as footprints, could easily be seen in the white powder. The first floor was divided up into four sections, and Tara pointed to the far one. Vapor took the lead, trying to keep close to the pillars, and not be an obvious target.

“I don’t like this,” Vanessa said as they rounded into the quarter that Tara indicated. In the corners of the section were large black speakers, with thick cables leading to one main black box, which had a cable stretching out of the building. “If I were Doctor Morbid, this would be a perfect place for a trap.”

“How well you know me, Vanessa” Doctor Morbid said, stepping out from behind one large pillar, and putting his hands and cane behind his back.

“Morbid! I’m going to kill you again,” Jerome roared with hate and furry. He clenched his jaw, and spittle came out of his white teeth.

Vapor took a more direct approach, by drawing his semi-automatic handgun, and pointing it directly at Doctor Morbid. “Are you going to come along quietly Doctor Morbid, or should I call you by your real name Steven Pie?”

“No, on both counts Lieutenant Vapor,” Doctor Morbid replied. “I’d rather not go back to work for your corporate friends.”

“What?” Vanessa said a little surprised. “What, do you mean corporate friends?”

“Shut up,” Vapor said to no one in particular.

“Why didn’t Lieutenant Vapor tell you? Why he’s former Lieutenant Peter Vapor, retired,” Doctor Morbid explained, with a malicious grin. “He hooked up with some private businessmen when my name and reputation started going around. That was even before you tried to kill me Jerome. Vapor has been after me for a long time.”

“I said shut up,” Vapor ordered, making a dramatic display of taking the safety off his piece.

“I agree,” Doctor Morbid replied showing a knowing smile, “there is too much talk around here. You know how you wouldn’t let me test some of my sounds on large groups of people, well now that I’m free I have been. I’ve discovered a waveform pulse that renders a person unconscious after just zero point three seconds of exposure. They drop right where they are, provided they don’t have ear plugs in.”

“That’s impossible,” Jerome skeptically claimed.

With his hands behind his back, Doctor Morbid pressed a button on a radio transmitting remote. The speakers around them came alive. The pulse was nearly instantaneous, as Vapor, Jerome, and Vanessa fell unconscious, before they hit the ground.

“I love doing that,” Doctor Morbid said pulling out yellow earplugs. “Tara remove your earplugs now.”

“Yes Doctor Morbid,” Tara responded, slipping back into her zombie like trance. She extracted small yellow plugs from her ears, which kept her conscious, but allowed her to hear what was going on around her.

“Lin,” Doctor Morbid said to his assistant, who stepped out from behind another pillar. “You and Tara, move these three down stairs, and strap them into the chairs. I think it’s time to have a little revenge.”
* * *

The basement of Sweet Sounds Recordings was one large room. The walls were red brick and the floor gray concrete. Some modifications had been made since the building was first erected. More electricity was fed into the building, and the junction box was now twice its original size. Better, and longer lasting, lights had been installed to give the dark chamber a less creepy atmosphere. Also added, near the stairs to the ground level, was a recording studio sound booth, and laboratory. All different kinds of wave generators and manipulators lined one wall. An advanced computer sat next to a control board. Thick black cables came out of different black boxes, and went into the board, that had slides that weren’t marked, but clearly did something important. Dividing, but not concealing the sound proof chamber, was a large two-ply soundproof window, but a two way speaker let sound in and out of the room for as long as desired. Looking out of that window was Doctor Morbid.

Before the window, in three different areas, divided by lights overhead, were the three enemies of Doctor Morbid. Thick heavy metal chairs with metal constraints held down Vapor on the left, Jerome in the middle, and Vanessa on the right.

Standing behind the evil doctor, were his two slaves. Lin’s happy smile was gone, and replaced with emptiness, devoid of any spark of life in her eyes. Tara stood next to her, with a blank face that could have been etched out of stone. To show their loyalty to Doctor Morbid, they both were squeezed into tight black latex outfits that covered them from wrist to ankle. Only their heads, hands, and feet were free from the second skin of black rubber. Both were wearing three inch black high-heeled shoes, to make their calf muscles flex under the constricting blackness. Both had large black sunglasses on, to hide their expressionless, blank eyes.

Doctor Morbid smiled as he started to flip switches, and slide up bars. “I think it’s time we woke up our audience,” he said with a laugh. Pressing three small yellow buttons on his control board. The three people seated in the metal chairs received electric jolts through their bodies.

“What the fuck!” Jerome said, not even having time to understand what his eyes were seeing.

“Oh shit,” Vanessa said, realizing that they were in a very bad position.

“Doctor Morbid, you’d better let me out of here,” Vapor demanded, “or you’re going to be sorry.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Doctor Morbid responded sarcastically. “Let your corporate cronies come. I will exact my revenge upon them as I will upon you three.”

“What the hell have I ever done to you?” Vanessa cried out. “I was working with you! I created all types of mind control waveforms for you! I made your cane!”

“Ah yes, my cane,” Doctor Morbid said fondly, with his eyes looking off into the distance, reminiscing. “Yes, you did serve me well Vanessa, but your research focused on low frequency waveforms. The real secret to mind control is high frequency. Still, you did build that mind control cane, and I really did like the golden skull you put on top. I enjoyed it so much that, when I again make you my slave again, I’ll make you construct me another cane just like my first. I’m still not sure which I enjoyed more, the expression on your face when I used that very cane to take control of your mind, or when I ordered you to rip off your own face?”

“You’re not going to live past today. I promise you,” Vanessa growled, with determination in her eyes.

“Promises, promises,” Doctor Morbid said turning to Vapor. “You know about promises, don’t you Vapor. You promised to let me go, when I finished making those mind control waveforms for you and your buddies. Then what do you do? You try and get me addicted to your drugs. I was keeping those pills in my cheek, and then spat them out when no one was looking. Tell me, do your employers still think that I’m off doing field experiments?”

“How did you know that’s what I told them?” Vapor asked, narrowing his eyes, and staring intensely at Doctor Morbid.

“You’re a fool,” Doctor Morbid said, with an evil laugh. “How do you think I escaped that prison of a hospital? I took over the mind of that fat ugly white nurse you had spying on me. Now she’s a spy for me. I know your corporate pals are sweating bullets hoping their investment in me pays off. Well it won’t! Let me guess, you couldn’t read anything on the laptop I was using.”

“It was all encrypted,” Vapor reported.

“That wasn’t an encryption,” Doctor Morbid replied with an evil smile. “That was a virus. I know that when you couldn’t decipher the program, you hooked the laptop up to one of your computers, connected to the main server, and downloaded the information. I should thank you, because thanks to you, in thirteen hours I’m going to become a millionaire.” Doctor Morbid held up a sheet of paper, and said, “In thirteen hours every one of the corporations involved in using me is going to find themselves in very hot water with the IRS. Every one of their servers and storage drives are going to be wiped clean. That is, after millions of dollars is transferred to my account in Switzerland.” Looking at the sheet of paper Doctor Morbid said, “According to this, my account has five hundred dollars in it, but in thirteen hours, six more zeros will be added to that figure.”

“Money,” Jerome said shocked, “All this is about money?”

“Of course not,” Doctor Morbid shot back. “This is about revenge. I want each one of you to suffer for what you did to me.”

“I didn’t do anything to you,” Jerome cried. “You killed my father.”

“I didn’t kill your father,” Doctor Morbid said sounding sad for the young man. “I told your father not to put the headphones on. What does he do? He puts the headphones on. The waveform produces a hemorrhage in his brain, and kills him.”

“Yeah, well you’re the one who made the sound, that killed him,” Jerome said, realizing how weak of an argument it was halfway through the statement.

“I believe you’re the reason people think that stupidity comes from nature, and not nurture,” Doctor Morbid said thinking. “Regardless, I still have to exact my revenge upon you. You cost me my foot!”

“I didn’t even know you when you lost your foot,” Jerome cried out.

“No, you didn’t,” Doctor Morbid said, “but because I didn’t want to kill you, then, I lost my foot. Now I do want to kill you. You were listening to headphones so loud you couldn’t hear a thing, and not paying attention, you walked right out into the street. I jammed my car horn, swerved to miss you, and the resulting wreck cut off and crushed my foot. It took me months to find you again. Then I found your father’s recording studio was just the place to do my human research. My revenge upon you, at that time, was making the police think that the dead test subjects were all connected to you. Thus, you were a prime suspect in their deaths.”

“You bastard, I’m going to kill you,” Jerome yelled, straining against his bonds.

“Oh, but I haven’t even started torturing you yet,” Doctor Morbid said rubbing his hands together with glee. “Why wait any longer? Tara, I now release you from my previous command to love, honor, and obey Jerome White.”

“Yes Master,” Tara said, in her zombie voice.

“No!” Jerome cried out, his eye twitching like mad.

“You see if you were a brighter fellow, you would have ordered Tara to set you free,” Doctor Morbid laughed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Vanessa said from her chair. “Tara was forced to obey Jerome!” Vanessa laughed out loud long and hard. “God, that explains so much.”

“Oh if you enjoyed that you’ll love my latest invention,” Doctor Morbid replied, holding up a black box from next to the board. “This little waveform manipulator creates a sound that makes anyone who hears it orgasm uncontrollably.”

“That’s impossible,” Jerome replied from his chair, blowing off the comment from Doctor Morbid.

A silence filled the dark dank room, as everyone looked from Doctor Morbid to Jerome. There seemed to be a complete incomprehension of the clearly stupid comment from Jerome. Doctor Morbid said, to everyone around, “Can we all agree to ignore any comments from Jerome, from now on?” This was followed quickly by approval comments. “No problem here.” “Fine with me.” “Yes Master.”

“So, that box is going to make me cum? I have to hear how this works,” Vanessa said, looking at the box more than Doctor Morbid.

“It all works on high frequency waveforms,” Doctor Morbid replied. “The kind of waveforms you weren’t interested in. It stimulates the part of your brain that makes you climax. As long as the sound is set for that part of your brain, you’ll orgasm.”

“That could be worth a lot of money,” Vapor said from his chair. “Do you have any idea how many women can’t climax.”

“Oh I plan on using this sound,” Doctor Morbid said to the former Lieutenant. “When I make my own CDs, I’ll put a low level amplitude of this waveform under the music. Women and men will become highly aroused by whomever I want. At the moment the only person I want to use it on is sitting right over there.” Doctor Morbid smiled at Vanessa. “I should tell you, of the ten female test subjects I used this on, two of them died from brain hemorrhages. I’m willing to take any bets, on whether she’ll live or die.”

“I’ll bet my life,” Vapor said quickly. Jerome shot him a hate filled look. “What? He’s going to kill us anyhow,” Vapor responded

Doctor Morbid turned his attention to Vanessa, to say, “One in five.”

Vanessa sneered and yelled, “GO TO HELL!!!”

Doctor Morbid depressed the button on the board, and Vanessa’s eyes went wide, as her body convulsed. Her back arched, and hips thrust up. Her panties splattered with wetness. Vanessa’s screams of pleasure echoed in the basement, as her arms and legs shook in their restraints. Her body rocked from the orgasm that consumed her entire being. Eyes rolled back into her head. Her black hair shook like whips through the air. Veins popped our on her dark flesh. Her skin became shinny and slick with instant sweat.

Vanessa’s scream slackened for a moment and then started up again as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her panties, now soaked and dripping, as another orgasm took hold of her body, again. The metal restraints rattled under her quivering appendages. Her mouth hung open, in a perpetual scream of ecstasy.

“Now,” Doctor Morbid said, “I can control how much she climaxes by slightly shifting the frequency. I can make it so Vanessa has multiple quick orgasms.” Doctor Morbid turned a knob, and Vanessa reacted. Her mouth opened, and her breathing turned into panting. Her pussy contracted and contracted and contracted with each orgasm, one after another, lasting less then a second. The rattling of the bonds stopped, as a constant strain was placed against them.

“I can also make it so Vanessa’s orgasm is one prolonged event,” Doctor Morbid explained turning the knob the other direction. Vanessa’s scream changed in pitch, as her body began to again convulse, and her pussy thrust up in the air, as liquid gushed forth from between her legs. Her legs stopped working, and her butt fell to the chair. Her arms slacked, and then went dead, as Vanessa’s body collapsed into the chair, and her eyes closed, with her head falling to her chest.

“Ah shit,” Doctor Morbid said, releasing a button on the board. “Lin, go check Vanessa, and see if she’s still alive. Well Vapor, you bet your life, do you think she’s alive or dead?”

“Can I tell you in a minute?” Vapor asked stalling for time.

“She’s alive,” Lin answered after pressing two fingers to Vanessa’s neck.

“Sorry, all bets are closed,” Doctor Morbid replied to Vapor, who had opened his mouth to speak. “Stay out there Lin. I want to try out my second invention on Vanessa too.” Doctor Morbid pressed the small yellow button on his board, and an electric shock went through Vanessa.

“Ah!” Vanessa yelled coming to consciousness. “Shit,” Vanessa said, shaking her hair away from her face, “I don’t know whether to kill you Morbid, or kiss you? I think I’ll kill you.”

“Oh, your thoughts will be preoccupied by other matters in a moment,” Doctor Morbid said holding up another black box. “This little waveform will input thoughts directly into your brain, using a microburst of sonic information. I can put any information I want into your mind, and you’ll be unable to resist the commands.”

“That’s impossible,” Jerome said to everyone’s complete silence yet thunderstruck looks. “What?”

Doctor Morbid looked around at everyone saying, “Is everyone abiding by our agreement? Good.” Doctor Morbid turned to his computer, and pulled up a program and started typing. “I can make anyone this sound burst is pointed at think anything I want.”

“What’s the range on something like that?” Vapor asked from his chair.

“I’ve tested it at one hundred yards, with complete success,” Doctor Morbid said finishing his typing. “Think about it, I could stand at the presidential inauguration, use my sound burst on him, and he could announce that he’s turning this country into a true Socialist Society. With my mind control inventions, I could make this entire planet a utopia. There would be no fear, no crime, everyone would be happy, and everyone would be equal. No one would be an outcast.”

“And you’d be the leader,” Vapor said getting angry.

“No, no, I would be nothing more than a simple person,” Doctor Morbid said emphatically. “I wouldn’t be controlling other people. I would be just a simple scientist.”

“Why would the world need a scientist, when everyone would be happy?” Vapor said with his teeth clenched. “There wouldn’t be any questions, any concerns, any worry to warrant a scientist like yourself. The only thing you’d create would be chaos, and if everyone would be happy the way things were, you’d be the outcast.”

“Yeah, what good are you?” Jerome sneered from his chair.

“I’m good enough to make this mind control device,” Doctor Morbid said, and looked at his slave Lin. “Lin, activate lesbian mode beta, subject Vanessa Kuntz.”

“Yes Master,” Lin responded, turning her dark glasses in the direction of Vanessa. Lin licked her lips as erect nipples stretched her tight latex even more.

“What are you going to do to me?” Vanessa asked, with a hint of fear in her voice.

“I’m going to release you,” Doctor Morbid said, pressing a button on his board.

The metal bonds holding Vanessa to the chair snapped, and the constraints lost their name. Vanessa pulled her arms and legs free, at the same time. “You’re a dead man Morbid,” Vanessa snarled, getting ready to pounce from her position.

Doctor Morbid clicked the mouse on his computer. Vanessa’s eyes went wide as new thoughts entered her mind, and she lost her attack position. Hands, that had been claws, now rubbed her breasts and between her legs, eyes closed she licked her lips to give them a lustful sheen. “Mistress Lin,” Vanessa begged, opening her eyes and falling to her knees before the woman, “please let me lick your pussy.”

Lin tilted up Vanessa’s head, and with passion and lust emanating like heat, bent down to kiss Vanessa full on the mouth. Ripping the cloths from Vanessa’s body, Lin started kissing and licking the woman’s flesh. When Vanessa’s body was completely naked, with her wet and sweat soaked body kneeling before her mistress, Lin commanded, “Undress me.” Obediently Vanessa’s hands slid around Lin’s rubber covered body, until they were about her slim form, and on to the back, where the zipper was. As Vanessa slid the metal tab down, her hands caressed the skin on Lin’s exposed back. Each hair and mole was subject to Vanessa’s contact. Pealing the black rubber from Lin