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DHS 77

By: K.K.



Author's Note: Once again I want to thank Techsan for taking time from his busy schedule to edit this story for me. Judging from the number of red marks in the edited file Techsan returned to me, this story proved to be a challenge to him. 

The acronym DHS as used in this story stands for Deep Hypnotic Sleep.This is not a scientific term but it suggests a condition of the mind that would make it receptive to being controlled by others.

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Prolog

At the height of the Cold War in the late 70s the Soviet Union was known to be experimenting with the use of Psychics in an effort to improve their intelligence gathering capabilities. During that same period the CIA in conjunction with the US Military was conducting experiments with drugs to improve our own capabilities. Most of these programs, like the one in the following story, were abandoned in the 80s as the Soviet Union collapsed and the Cold War ended. But how sure can we be that all of these programs ended? How certain can we be that all of these experimental drugs have been destroyed? How safe would you feel if you knew that the CIA or the NSA had access to a drug formula like DHS 77?

Chapter 1

That night John seemed to be a little distant as I led him to my bed. As we began kissing his mood seemed to improve but I could tell he had something weighing on him. As he kissed me, he unbuttoned my blouse, which he soon had off and my bra unhooked. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth, it felt wonderful. John wasn't my first lover but when we got together, everything he did to me, every sensation felt new to me so all I could do was give myself over to the experience. I did whatever John told me to do and moved whatever way he wanted me to move. 

I was so horny that night that it felt like he was lighting little fires on my body anywhere he touched me. When he ran his tongue over my pussy lips, I started to orgasm. When his cock penetrated me, I grabbed hold of John and he pulled back momentarily then slowly began penetrating me again. Once he was fully inside me, John stopped moving and gave me a chance to get used to the feel of his hard cock inside me. As my vaginal muscles relaxed to accept his large shaft, I enjoyed the feeling of having a cock inside me. John began moving his hips causing his cock to slowly move in and out of my sensitive pussy. John began to increase the speed and power of his penetrations and I soon had an amazing orgasm. I loved the way it felt to have his cock moving inside of me. When my orgasm passed, John climaxed inside me triggering another orgasm for me. 

John lay with me on the bed for a while then got up still naked and got two beers from my refrigerator. He came and sat next to me on the bed and, as we drank our beer, I stared at his limp penis. It always amazed me that it could be so big and hard when aroused and so small and soft afterward. I reached over and touched it. John didn't say anything, he just spread his legs a little to give me more access. I picked his penis up between my fingers and just kind of examined it. I turned it and bent it, pulled and twisted it so that I could see it from every possible angle. As I was doing this, it began to grow. Only slightly, but I noticed. 

As I watched to see if it would grow some more, John said, "Why don't you suck my cock?"

I didn't answer him. He had never asked me to do that before and I had never before had a cock in my mouth but I wanted to try it. I just bent over and as I got close to his cock I could smell the scent of our sex, which was totally foreign to me. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip of John's cock with it. There was a little drip of his cum there and I picked it up with my tongue. I found the taste to be slightly salty but otherwise inoffensive. I again ran my tongue over the head this time sliding part way down the shaft, and then I looked up at John. When we made eye contact, John said, "Take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. Try to only touch it with your lips and tongue, no teeth."

Because of its somewhat relaxed state I was able to take his whole cock into my mouth. John said, "That's good. Now pull back so that my cock comes part way out of your mouth and run your tongue around my cock as you do this. Then slide your mouth back down the shaft."

I did as John instructed and his cock started getting bigger immediately. It only took me a couple of minutes to get him completely hard. Then John said, "Now just make love to my cock with your mouth being careful not to hurt it with your teeth." 

I caught on to what he liked me to do very quickly and found myself enjoying the experience. As I continued to suck on his cock, John said, "Now I want to teach you how to really please a man. When I climax, I want you to try and swallow it. When you feel me starting to cum, keep your mouth closed tightly around my cock and try not to let anything leak out." 

I opened my mouth just enough to say, "Ohtey (okay)." 

A minute later John said, "Here it comes." Then he grunted just as I felt the first squirt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I almost choked on this but was able to control myself. I didn't swallow all of his cum but I did manage to swallow quite a bit. John told me to continue sucking and licking his cock until it was completely soft. As I did this, he told me that I had done very good for my first time. 

After that John lay next to me on the bed and didn't speak for a long time. When I asked if something was wrong, he didn't respond; he just took me in his arms and started making love to me again. When it was over, John dressed, said goodnight and left. 

I knew immediately that he and I would not be getting together again. We should never have gotten together in the first place. John was married and worse than that he was my commanding officer. 

Chapter 2

My name is Pamela Johnson, I am 45 years old and I live in the Los Angeles area. The story I am telling you began 25 years ago while I was serving in the United States Army. Back then I was SP4 Martin. 

It was 1981 and the Soviet Union was just beginning to show signs that it was weakening and the end of the cold war was near. At the time I was 20 years old and serving in the US Army as a security guard at the Pentagon. One morning in late March, my commanding officer called me into his office and after spending a few minutes discussing the beautiful early spring weather we were having Captain John Lewis got down to business. 

"Pam, I wish things could be different," he said. 

I knew this was not going to be good news. John had never broken protocol by addressing me by my first name while at work. In the office he had always addressed me as Specialist Lewis.

"My wife has become suspicious and I think she knows about us," he said. "I am sorry but we are going to have to stop seeing each other. I've decided that it would be best for both of us if I have you reassigned. I managed to find an assignment that I think might interest you. They need a security guard for a government lab in Virginia. The job is on second shift but it would mean a promotion for you. You would be bumped up to E5."

I guess I always knew that the day would come when we would have to end our relationship and maybe that was why I wasn't too upset or maybe I was just ready to move on. I knew I would miss the sex but I had to admit that I was never in love with John. I was young and inexperienced when I first was assigned to his command and John was handsome and he proved to be a good lover. 

John was right, of course. Under the new circumstances, I didn't want to be working for him. The idea of getting a promotion helped ease the pain and I didn't mind working second shift. I was single and I suddenly found myself without a love life, so working evenings would not interfere with my newly inactive social life. 

"What specifically would I be guarding sir?" I asked. I always maintained proper military discipline and avoided the temptation of calling Captain Lewis by his first name while at work. 

"They didn't say. I only know that you would be working at a government lab. Apparently they deal with a lot of classified projects. Anyway, they didn't tell me anymore than that. You interested?"

"Yes, sir, I am," I said. 

"Good. I already told them you would be there Monday. You are to report to Building 9746 at 1500 hours on Monday. When you get there ask for a Mr. Cameron at the front desk. Good luck, Pam," Captain Lewis said as he handed me the orders assigning me to the lab and directions to the facility. 

I said, "Thank you, sir," and then saluted him and turned to leave his office. 

I felt very cold when I left his office but in a way I was glad that our affair was over. It had lasted six months but I always knew it would go no farther than meeting for sex a couple of times a week. 

*****

Building 9746

The lab was about thirty miles west of Washington near Leesburg, Virginia close to the Maryland state line. Only a small sign that read, "Building 9746, US Government Facility, No Trespassing," identified the building. 

The facility was built into the side of a hill so that only one wall was exposed. It was a two story concrete wall with no windows making it look cold and foreboding. I was beginning to feel uneasy as I approached the main entrance, which was comprised of a set of steel doors. The interior of the building wasn't quite as cold looking as the exterior but it wasn't exactly welcoming either. It was brightly lit but had more of an antiseptic feel, like a hospital than an office building. 

Mr. Cameron came down and met me at the front desk. He was about forty years old and a little thick around the middle. He had a quick and easy smile, which kind of reminded me of my father. That made me feel a little more comfortable. Mr. Cameron ran me through the process of getting a security badge, an orange plastic card with my name and picture in the front and a magnetic strip on the back. Mr. Cameron also got me a parking permit. Then he showed me around the building. He showed me the cafeteria, the first aid station, where to go to get office supplies and where the rest rooms were located. Finally he took me to the lab where I would be working. 

We had to badge in through two sets of doors to get inside the lab. To the immediate left, just inside the door there was a small desk with nothing on it except for a telephone and a desk lamp. There were two more desks at the left end of the large room and five lab tables positioned in the middle of the room. Each of the tables had a large fluorescent light fixture above it and a row of electrical outlets along the back edge of the tabletop. On the far wall, diagonally across the lab from the entrance, there was another door with its own badge reader. Along the wall to my left, there were five black metal cabinets. Each cabinet was about seven feet tall by four feet wide and eighteen inches deep. 

The five people in the lab looked up as Mr. Cameron and I entered. Two men and a woman in white lab coats were working at the tables and there was an officer with the rank of major sitting at one of the desks. The other person in the room was an older man, also wearing a white lab coat and he had his face buried in one of the metal cabinets I mentioned earlier. 

"I'll introduce you to the team," Mr. Cameron said. 

He guided me around the room and introduced me to everyone, apparently in order of their importance. He started with Dr. Moore; he was the older man who had been engrossed in the content of one of the metal cabinets when we came into the room. He appeared to be in his late sixties. He was a tall, thin man with a full head of silver gray hair. His eyes were slightly red, which made him look tired. Dr. Moore had a friendly smile but he only gave me a perfunctory hello and then went back to studying the contents of the large black metal cabinet. 

Next was Major Mitchell. He was a short man, maybe five feet five inches tall, making him three inches shorter than me. From his demeanor and the way he greeted me, I pegged him immediately as someone who wanted desperately to be a general but would probably never even make it to lieutenant colonel. I had seen so many like him at the Pentagon that they were easy for me to spot. It's not something I can describe, just a sense you get about someone. I think he expected me to be impressed by his rank, another trait I had seen many times. I knew a lot of majors at the Pentagon and frankly I was not impressed by any rank below general. 

Jim Holtsclaw was one of the lab technicians. He was about 25 years old and quite handsome. He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes. I remember being disappointed when I saw his wedding ring. 

Brian Carter, also a lab technician was older that Jim, maybe in his forties. Not bad looking but not very interesting. Everything about him was average. 

The last lab technician and the only woman on the team was Brenda Powell. Brenda was an attractive woman about 30 years old, tall, brunette and in good physical condition. I noticed that she had a big diamond ring on her finger but no wedding band. 

Everyone seemed to be very busy but they all tried to make me feel welcome if only for a moment. After the introductions Mr. Cameron guided me to the end of the room farthest from the team. 

"Normally quitting time is 5:00 PM but Dr. Moore and the lab technicians will often work in the evenings. Major Mitchell doesn't usually spend much time in here and you will seldom see him after 5:00."

"What are my duties?" I asked. 

"You are second shift security for the lab. You are not to allow access to this room to anyone unless they are brought in by Dr. Moore, Major Mitchell or the technicians assigned to this project from 3:00 PM until you are relieved at 11:00 PM."

"Is that all?"

"You are also responsible to make sure that classified trash gets put into the proper receptacle," he said. "On Thursdays you will take the classified trash receptacle to the furnace room and remain there until you witness the emptying of the receptacle into the furnace. Every night when the others leave you are to make sure that there are no classified documents left out. If you find any classified documents have been left out you are to lock them in that cabinet over there and report the incident to me the following day. 

"Every Wednesday night around six o'clock, the cleaning people come in to sweep and mop the floor. You are to make sure that they do not bring anything into the room when they come in and that they don't take anything out of the room when they leave. Everything they need to do the job is in that cabinet over there." Mr. Cameron pointed to the big black cabinet farthest from us as he said that. 

"The desk over there by the door is yours," he said. "Whenever you are not busy with other tasks, you should be at your desk."

I looked around the room and asked, "By what means do I keep people from entering if they managed to get through the security doors?"

Mr. Cameron said, "Oh, yes, I almost forgot." 

He led me over to one of the desks and opened the drawer and removed a holstered 45-caliber pistol and handed it to me and said, "Use this tonight. When you come in tomorrow, we will go to the weapons room and you can draw your own weapon. While you are on duty you will wear a side arm at all times. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"When you are here by yourself, if you need to leave the room for any reason, for instance when you take the classified trash to the furnace room or need to use the rest room or to go to the cafeteria you must call the main desk. They will dispatch a security guard to this location. He is not to enter the room. He will stand guard outside the room until you return. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir. When my relief comes in at 11:00 PM, how will I identify her or is it him?"

"Your relief is Sergeant Lewis. He will be wearing the same orange ID badge all of us in this room are wearing right now. Anyone without an orange badge is not allowed in this room unless escorted by one of the team members. Do you have any more questions?"

"Yes, sir. One. What's in that other room?"

"They do testing in that room," Mr. Cameron said, "and under no circumstances are you to go into that room. Also, you are not to discuss what goes on in this lab with anyone."

I said, "I understand, sir." 

And I did. There were lots of rooms in the Pentagon I wasn't allowed in. I always figured that it was probably better to not know what went on in those rooms and I certainly knew the regulations regarding working with classified materials. 

"Good." 

I said, "One more question. Can I ask what project they are working on here?"

"It's called Controlled Intelligence Source or CIS for short," he said. "You will be given access only to the information you will need to perform your duties. You know the drill." 

"Yes, sir, need to know basis."

Mr. Cameron smiled at me then looked around the room. 

"Looks like you won't have much to do tonight. In the future you might want to bring a book to work with you so you won't be too bored."

"Yes, sir. I'll do that."

"If you have no more questions, I will be going now," Mr. Cameron said, "Good night."

"Good night, sir."

The CIS team began to leave shortly after five o'clock with Dr. Moore being the last to leave at 6:30. Once I was alone in the lab I began to wander around the room, more out of curiosity than looking for any classified documents I would have to put away. I knew I wouldn't find any. I walked over to investigate the five metal cabinets along the wall. Inside the first cabinet the shelves were lined with bottles labeled with the names of different chemicals. The second cabinet was locked and had a small sign that read 'Pharm,' which meant nothing to me at the time. The next cabinet contained test equipment, test tubes, beakers and other glass items you would expect to see in a lab. The fourth cabinet contained cleaning products and a box of powder for soaking up chemical spills. The fifth and last cabinet contained brooms, mops, buckets and floor cleaner. 

After my little self guided tour of the lab I sat down at my desk and wondered about CIS. This was obviously a very secret and sensitive project; otherwise Mr. Cameron would not have given me the instructions he gave me. As a security guard assigned to the Pentagon I knew that being told, "You are not to allow access to this room to anyone, " means that I am authorized to use deadly force to prevent unauthorized access to the lab. The use of deadly force when necessary is part of a security guard's job but it is not generally mentioned when discussing a particular assignment, unless they feel that someone might actually risk death to get into the facility you are guarding. 

I was very curious about what CIS might be but I wasn't sure that I wanted to know. 

Chapter 2

It took me only a month to fall into a routine. I would perform my assigned tasks and then, if no one else was in the lab, I would spend the rest of the night sitting at my desk reading or writing letters home. 

I was slowly getting to know the team members as I was around them for at least two hours everyday and many nights one or more of them would work over. I really liked it when Brenda worked late. It was nice to have a woman to talk to and she would go with me to the cafeteria for dinner. I felt that we were actually becoming friends. 

During those early months, I also learned that the locked cabinet was full of drugs and that Pharm stood for pharmaceuticals. I assumed that was one reason I was not to allow anyone into the room after hours. There were some pretty heavy drugs in there including several narcotics. 


DHS 77



For the first couple of months, Major Mitchell tried to flirt with me but, when I showed no interest, he left me alone. I think he decided that I was a lesbian, that way he didn't have to feel rejected when his charm didn't work on me. 

Dr. Moore was the strange one in the group. He was always friendly toward me and, when he talked to me, it was almost as if he was being conspiratorial, although he never talked to me about his project. In time I got the impression that Dr. Moore was not happy working on the CIS project. I sensed that he would rather be somewhere else. It wasn't anything he said but to me it was apparent in his overall demeanor. 

During my second year at the lab, there seemed to be an increase in the level of stress among the members of the CIS team. The pressure the team was under was palpable. You could see it in their faces and hear it in their voices. Even I was feeling the stress although I didn't know why. I guessed it was contagious. 

I went through a period where some strange things happened to me, which I attributed to the stress. There was a period of about two months during which there were several days that I remember reporting at work but waking up the next morning and not remembering anything about the previous evening. 

I thought that somehow the stress was causing this and I was worried that I was having a nervous break down. One evening when Brenda was working late, I had dinner with her and told her about the problem I was having and said I was thinking about seeing a doctor about it. 

For a moment, Brenda looked worried but the expression on her face quickly disappeared and then she smiled at me. 

"I wouldn't worry about it. This place gets to everyone at some point. I wouldn't be surprised if just talking to me about it helps. Besides, if you go to a psychiatrist you might get transferred out of the lab. These people are not real comfortable having employees talking about their work with anyone outside."

That scared me a little. I sure didn't want to be reassigned. "You're probably right," I said. 

"If you feel you need to talk to someone," Brenda said, "I'd be glad to stay late any night you need me."

"Thank you. I might just take you up on that offer. You are really the only person I can talk to."

As it turned out, I never had to take her up on that offer because I never had that problem again. 

Chapter 3

Over the next several months, things seemed to go smoothly and the stress level dropped significantly. Everyone seemed to be more relaxed and in better spirits. By that time, I had learned a little about the project. Nobody told me anything specific; I just put little pieces of information together over time and started to see the picture. The lab was working for the CIA trying to create a drug that could be used to gather intelligence. I didn't know how the drug was supposed to work, only that the CIA would use it to get information from people without them knowing they were giving away any secrets. 

In January of 1984 things began to change. We started hearing that the CIA wasn't happy with the progress the team was making and they were threatening to cut our budget. Major Mitchell was reassigned and went back to the Pentagon and there were rumors that some highly placed people in the government wanted to kill CIS. It was about this time that I decided that when my enlistment ended in June, I was going home to California and go to college rather than re-enlist. 

It turned out that was a wise decision. In May we got word the funding for the project was cut off and the lab was given a month to shut everything down and destroy all records of the project. The fact that I wasn't very vested in the project made it easier for me to walk away but I felt bad for the others. They had invested more than four years in the CIS project and now they would never see the final product of their efforts. The odd thing is that they didn't seem to be as upset as I would have expected. 

The last week was frantic. I would not have thought that shutting down a project would take so much effort. That day I was asked to come in early and make sure no one carried out any classified information. I felt bad standing guard over the people I worked with for the last three years. I didn't know what I would do if any of them had tried to smuggle out any documents. Luckily, nobody tried. 

By 5:30 that evening, everyone had left except Dr. Moore and myself. For the last hour Dr. Moore had been sitting at his desk waiting for the others to leave. When we were finally alone he came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. 

"I am sorry about all this," he said. "If I had been stronger, I might have been able to keep things from going too far."

I had no idea what he meant by his last remark and was about to ask him about it when he said, "Please come with me."

I followed him to the door that led into the back room. The room I had never been in. Dr. Moore opened the door with his badge and I followed him through. The room was empty except for one steel cabinet against the wall next to the door we had just come through. 

"They emptied this room earlier this week. All that is left is in here," Dr. Moore said as he pointed at the cabinet. 

Dr. Moore pulled a key from his pocket and opened the cabinet. The only things inside were a cardboard box and a roll of packing tape. Dr. Moore pulled the box out of the cabinet and set it on the floor. He lifted the flap on the box and showed me the contents. All of the books I had brought in to read over the three years were stacked in the box. Dr. Moore then picked up the roll of packing tape and sealed the box. On the outside he wrote 'Personal Property of SP5 Martin.'

This worried me a little. I knew from the size of the box that it contained more than just my books. The books had been arranged to hide whatever was underneath them. Was this what he meant when he said, "I am sorry about all this. If I had been stronger, I might have been able to keep things from going too far."

Was he asking me to help him smuggle classified materials out of the lab?

I was in a panic. I didn't know what to do. My job was to make sure that didn't happen, not to help some one do it. Then Dr. Moore put his hands on my shoulders and looked directly into my eyes. 

"I want you to take this home with you. I think it is best that you have the contents of this box. In time, you will understand."

I had no idea what he was talking about and I was too afraid to ask. I knew that I should not take the box but the look on Dr. Moore's face told me that it was important that I do as he requested. 

Neither of us spoke again. I watched as Dr. Moore finished packing up his personal belongings and we left together locking up the lab behind us. We went to the front desk and turned in our keys and badges. The guard at the desk asked what we had in the boxes and we both said personal items. Then the guard made Dr. Moore open his box. He looked through it, told Dr. Moore it was okay, and then he looked at me. I was petrified. 

I said, "You want me to open this?"

The guard said, "No, we trust you."

Dr. Moore and I walked silently to the front door and once outside he said, "You may want to let some time pass before you open that box. I hope in time you will be able to put all this behind you and do the right thing, because I couldn't. Good-bye."

I was puzzled by Dr. Moore's comment and I didn't know how to respond to him. 

"Goodbye, Dr. Moore."

As I walked to my car, I felt like I should have said more but I had no idea what to say. 

I locked the box in the trunk of my car where it stayed for the next three weeks while I finished out my enlistment back at the Pentagon on security detail. When I received my discharge papers, I packed up my apartment and arranged for the movers to come get my things. When I got to California, I put my belongings in storage and moved into my parents' house while I looked for an apartment and a job. 

Over the next three months, I got a part time job for Alpha Security and Investigations, a private security company, started college and found a small apartment. The apartment was too small for all my stuff so I left some furniture and some boxes in storage. Among the boxes left in storage was the box from CIS. 

Chapter 4

I met Allen in my first year of college. He was tall and handsome and I knew he was the one for me. Allen had also been in the military, which gave us something in common. He was a year older than me and was in his sophomore year when we met. 

We dated for three weeks before we had sex. It wasn't that I was making him wait; it just seemed that things kept getting in our way. School, jobs, people - but we finally got together. Allen came over to my apartment for dinner and we ended up on the floor five minutes after he walked in. It started with a hello kiss and we almost immediately started pulling each other's clothes off. 

I guess we both knew what was going to happen that night so it didn't take much to start it. I had been celibate for the last three and a half years and I had been nervous and excited all day by the prospect of finally having a man inside me again. I almost felt like a virgin until Allen pushed his beautiful cock inside me. No virgin ever felt that much pleasure on the first penetration. 

After that night we were nearly inseparable and Allen moved in with me three weeks later. We got married soon after he graduated in 1988. I finished school the following year and we both managed to land good jobs. Allen got a job at a large bank in their mergers and acquisitions department and I took a position with an advertising agency. 

Everything was going great for us - the marriage, the careers, everything. So in 1990 we bought a house in Glendale, California. The day after we moved into the house Allen had to go to New York for a week of meetings on a large corporate merger. He kept apologizing for leaving me with the unpacking. He said he would find a way to repay me. I told him I would take it out in trade. 

Allen caught a flight out Sunday morning and by the time he called me Sunday evening I had already unpacked the kitchen and bathroom stuff. I had arrange to have the week off to settle the house and by Monday evening I had put away all of the normal household items. 

Chapter 5

Tuesday morning there were just a few boxes of odds and ends left to deal with. One of the remaining boxes was the one from the CIS lab. For two days I had been avoiding the box. Every time I looked at it I felt uneasy. The only reason I could think of for feeling that way was because of what Dr. Moore had said to me that last evening. 

"You may want to let some time pass before you open that box. I hope in time you will be able to put all this behind you and do the right thing, because I couldn't."

I decided I had put it off long enough. It was time to see what was in the box. I carried the box into the kitchen and set in on the counter and then poured myself a cup of coffee. I open the box and removed the layer of books. Underneath I found a notebook, which was labeled DHS 77. There were also three industrial videotapes. Not VHS tapes but three quarter inch tapes. I recognized the tapes because we used the three quarter inch videotapes at our agency. The final items in the box were two jars. One jar was filled with small gelatin capsules. The capsules looked like they were filled with an oily substance. There was a label on the jar that read 'Antidote for 77.' The second was a sealed canning jar which contained a clear liquid that had the consistency of liquid dish detergent. The label on that jar read 'DHS 77.'

I took the notebook into the living room with my coffee, hoping it would shed some light on what DHS 77 was and why I had it now. 

I opened the notebook to the first page and found that a note from Dr. Moore addressed to me had been inserted. The content of the hand written note read as follows: 

May 27, 1984

Dear Pamela,

I am writing this note to explain why I gave you my notes and the formula for DHS 77 and to try and apologize to you for what you may already know happened or will know as soon as you watch the videotapes. 

I never wanted Major Mitchell to use you in his tests but there was no one else that we could bring into the lab without identifying them as a test subject, which would have defeated the purpose of the test. I suppose I could have prevented what happened if I had just declared the project completed and turned the test results and the DHS 77 formula over to the CIA. While I felt terrible about what I allowed to happen, I felt it would have been much worse to give the CIA a tool that could be so easily abused. 

In the end the project was canceled and I was able to keep DHS 77 away from them. Now you have the only remaining DHS 77 and the antidote. You also have the only notes remaining from the project. 

After you view the videos you will know the danger this formula would represent if it fell into the wrong hands. I probably should have destroyed this myself but I just couldn't bring myself to throw away four years' work. 

I trust you to know what to do with this more than I would have trusted anyone else on the team. 

I hope you can forgive me. 

The note was signed Alex Moore.

Dr. Moore's note disturbed me greatly. What could I have been involved in that I didn't know about? I was a test subject? What did I do, or more importantly what was done to me?

I wanted to know what was on those videotapes but I didn't have a video player for three quarter inch tape. I was going to have to borrow one from work. I couldn't do that immediately so I went back to reading the notebook. 

On the first page of the note book Dr. Moore had written the following. 

"I have mixed feelings about tampering with peoples minds. I am not sure if the end justifies the means but I will press on and make a decision about that later. 

What we hoped to accomplish here was to create a drug that could be used to put a subject into a deep hypnotic state (DHS) within a matter of seconds. While in the DHS, the subject would be programmed to perform certain tasks or provide requested information when given a key phrase command. The effects of the DHS programming had to last up to a year or more to prevent the need to constantly reprogramming the subject. 

The programming had to allow for the control to erase the subject's memory after they had performed their task, give the subject an alternate memory or to have the subject remember what they did but not why. 

That briefly is what Controlled Intelligence Sources is all about and what DHS 77 gave us."

That was all that was written on the first page. On the second page the date was written at the top of the page and under the date it said 'DHS Formula 77.' Below that was a chemical formula, which made no sense to me, followed by Dr. Moore's notes on DHS 77. 

"The new formula works. The programming done during DHS should last no less than a year and, for some subjects, it will last even longer. Major Mitchell wants to try another test. While he agrees with the results from the 20 test subjects we used, he feels we need to try it on someone that does not know they are part of a test. He feels that it may be possible that subjects that know they are part of a test may be easier to program because of their willingness to cooperate. 

I don't agree with Major Mitchell. I feel that the tests we have already done are sufficient proof that DHS 77 works. That said, I have decided to allow Major Mitchell to run his tests because I am not ready to turn DHS 77 over to the CIA and let them run amuck with it. My only hope is that they will get tired of waiting for us to finish and kill the project. For the record, I am not happy with Major Mitchell's choice of subjects but I understand his reason for the choice." 

On the next page Dr. Moore commented on Major Moore's test with a single subject. His comment read as follows:

"Major Mitchell took the antidote for DHS 77 and, after waiting ten minutes for it to take affect, he took 5 grams of DHS 77 and applied it to the neck of the subject. The subject was only vaguely aware of what happened and was in DHS within five seconds. Major Mitchell then addressed the subject using the key phrase 'star kitten' to activate the programming. 

The subject was programmed to follow commands given by Major Mitchell after the key phrase was given. The subject was then taken into the test lab and Major Mitchell gave the key phrase and then the Major gave several commands, which the subject followed without hesitation. 

I assumed we were done but Major Mitchell insisted the subject be tested over a longer period of time to make sure the programming held up. He also wanted to test for memory residue. That is he wanted to see if the subject had any memories of things that should have been erased. 

I strongly disapproved of Major Mitchell's tactics, as I felt he was doing this for his own entertainment, but the test for residual memory became important. It turned out that although the subject had no memory of the previous test the subject was aware of missing time. It became apparent that if you erase a person's memory of an event you had better replace it with some kind of memory. 

On the next test, Major Mitchell replaced the erased memory with a false memory so that the subject would not be aware of blank spots in their memory. At that point the whole team knew that DHS 77 was ready. 

Fortunately, when the budget cutting started Major Mitchell was transferred back to the Pentagon. After that, I was able to convince the rest of the team that we should never release DHS 77. So we sat on it until the project was shut down.  

I had to reread the last entry again. There was something there that caught my attention. Dr. Moore said that the subject of Major Mitchell's test was aware of missing time. I had to think about that for a minute before it came to me. I remembered that there was a period of time when I thought I was suffering from some sort of mental blackouts. There were several mornings when I woke up and couldn't remember anything from the night before. I remembered discussing my concerns with Brenda and she told me it was probably the stress of the job. 

That seemed like a good explanation then but now I wondered. Could it be possible that I was the unwitting subject of Major Mitchell's tests? Was I the subject that Dr. Moore didn't want to use?

I think I already knew the answer before I even asked myself the question. 

I still needed more information so I kept on reading. The rest of the notebook described how the DHS 77 was administered and how the programming was done. I scanned through it quickly and put it aside. 

Chapter 6

It was 12:30 in the afternoon and I had been sitting there reading the notebook since ten o'clock in the morning. My back was stiff and my neck hurt from sitting in one position for so long and on top of that I was filled with a sense of dread. . What had been done to me in that lab five years earlier? I looked at the videotapes in the bottom of the box and wondered if I really wanted to know what was on them. I thought about just destroying all of it, the notebook, the DHS 77, the antidote and the videotapes. In the end my curiosity was too great and I decided I had to know what was on the tapes. 

I called my office and spoke to the department secretary and asked her to sign out a three quarter inch tape player for me and bring it down to the lobby. I said I would be over to pick it up in a few minutes. Thank God, she didn't ask me why I needed it. 

I quickly ate a sandwich that I didn't taste and then took the forty minute round trip to our office building to pick up the tape player. 




DHS 77



I frequently used the tape player at work so I was quite familiar with its operation and was able to set it up at home in just a few minutes. The video tapes were labeled 'Female Subject' and numbered 1, 2 and 3. I put tape number one in the player, pressed play and nervously waited for the recorded video to begin. 

The picture that appeared on the screen was of the lab. Major Mitchell was sitting at one of the desks and no one else was present. After a few seconds Major Mitchell stood up and spoke.

"Ah, Pamela, I have been waiting for you. Would you come here for a minute?"

I appeared in the picture walking over to the desk. Major Mitchell said, "Please sit," and pointed to the chair next to his desk. 

As I sat down Major Mitchell walked around behind me and pulled a small tube of some kind from his pocket and squeezed a small drop of something on to his fingertip and then he put the tube away. Major Mitchell started to speak, "Pamela, the reason I wanted to talk to you is. . ." 

At that moment he put his hand on the back of my neck. It appeared as though I was going to turn to face him but I suddenly stopped and my face seemed to go blank as though I had fallen asleep but my eyes were still opened. 

Major Mitchell picked up a tissue from the desk and wiped his hand with it then he began to speak very softly to me. 

"Pamela, can you hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Pamela, I want you to listen very carefully to me now. You are in a kind of sleep right now so you must concentrate on everything I say, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. I want you to remember these two words - Star Kitten. Now I want you to repeat those word to me."

"Star Kitten."

"Very good. From now on anytime you hear me say Star Kitten you will feel exactly as you do right now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"When you feel this way, I will give you instructions that you must follow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, I will do as I am instructed."

"Good. When you wake up from your sleep, you will not remember that we had this conversation. You will not remember anything I have said but when I say Star Kitten you will do as you are told. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now I want you to go sit at your desk."

I stood up slowly and walked over to my desk and sat down. Major Mitchell said, "Pamela, I am going to count backwards from five and when I get to one you will wake up and you will not remember our conversation. Five. . . four. . . three. . . two. . . one."

When Major Mitchell got to one, the expression on my face went from blank to a look of puzzlement. I looked around the room as if I wondered how I got there but after a moment I seemed to be all right. 

As I picked up a book that was lying on the desk, Major Mitchell got up and walked to the door on the back wall that went into the back room. The Major opened the door then turned to me and said, "Star Kitten." 

My face went blank again. Major Mitchell said, "Pamela, come in here."

I got up from my desk and followed the Major into the other room. The picture then changed to show a view of the back room. The room had several chairs arranged like they would be in a classroom facing a desk. In the back of the room were two army cots and in the middle of the room there was a workbench similar to the ones in the lab. 

Major Mitchell closed the door behind us and then he stood close to me and said, "Pamela, what would you do if I pulled my cock out of my pants in front to you?"

"I don't know, sir."

"I'll tell you want you must do. If I pull my cock out of my pants, you will give me a blowjob. You will do this because it is what you want to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"When you wake up you will not remember this conversation but when I pull my cock out of my pants you will feel the desire to give me a blowjob and will do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, Pamela. I want you to wake up now."

The expression on my face was of surprise. I asked, "How did I get in here?"

Major Mitchell smiled and said, "You wanted to come in here."

"I don't remember telling you that I wanted to come in here."

"You told me that a long time ago. There's nobody else here tonight so I thought I'd bring you in so I could show you something."

I appeared to be getting nervous. 

"What did you want to show me?" I asked. 

"It's something that you wanted to see," Major Mitchell said.

In one quick motion, Major Mitchell pulled his penis out of his pants and stood close to me. 

"I bet you would like to suck my cock, wouldn't you?" 

I couldn't believe my response to him. 

"Yes, I want to give you a blowjob."

I watched the video in disbelief as I saw myself get down on my knees and take Major Mitchell's cock into my mouth. It wasn't bad enough that I had his cock in my mouth but I seemed to enjoy what I was doing to him. 

I hated what I was watching myself do and I wanted to put my foot through the screen but I couldn't stop watching. This horrible scene lasted ten minutes before Major Mitchell climaxed in my mouth. When he backed away from me I could see his semen dripping off my chin. 

The Major got some paper towels off the work bench and handed them to me and told me to clean myself up. 

While I was cleaning the residue of Major Mitchell's climax off my face, Jim Holtsclaw entered the room. I wondered what must have been going through my mind at that moment. I was more or less caught in the act of sucking the Major's cock. 

In the end that didn't matter because Jim came over and stood in front of me and slowly opened his pants. I could see that I had a look of fear on my face as Jim pulled his penis out of his pants and just stood there in front of me. I became almost hysterical. 

"What are you doing?"

Jim replied, "Don't you want to suck my cock too?"

"No, absolutely not," I yelled. 

Jim said, "Star Kitten."

Nothing happened. I seemed to be trying to stand up and push Jim away. Major Mitchell came over to us. 

"Good, she didn't respond when you said it." 

Then the Major looked and me and said, "Star Kitten."

I immediately want back into what I can only describe as a trance and then Major Mitchell said, "When you wake up and see Jim's cock, you will want to suck him off and, if anyone else comes into the room and pulls their cock out of their pants, you will suck their cocks. You will enjoy sucking our cocks. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Major Mitchell said, "Wake up, Pamela." The major stepped away from me and I immediately took Jim's cock into my mouth and gave him oral sex until he climaxed in my mouth. As soon as he was done with me, Brian Carter came into the room and pulled his cock out. I also took him orally and let him cum in my mouth. 

When all that was over, Major Mitchell said, "Star Kitten, go wash your face." 

As I obediently went to the sink to wash my face Major Mitchell said to the others, "I am going to take Pamela home and put her to bed and make sure she doesn't remember any of this in the morning."

Jim laughed and said, "Yeah, right, you're just going to put her to bed and come back here."

The Major laughed and responded, "Well, I might just have to stay and help her take a shower. You never know how dirty she might be under her uniform."

All three men laughed, which made me more angry than sick. 

When I came back from washing my face, Major Mitchell said, "Come on, I'll take you home now. Do you want to have some fun with me at your apartment?"

"I don't know, sir."

"You do want to have fun with me."

Yes, sir."

As Major Mitchell walked me out to the room, the video ended. The ordeal they put me through must have lasted close to an hour because it was a one-hour tape and it had been full. 

When I removed the tape from the player, my hand was shaking. I needed a drink so I went to the kitchen and poured myself a big glass of Scotch and then went back to the den and loaded the second tape. 

Chapter 7

The second tape seemed to have been shot on several different days. It seemed that whenever I was alone in the lab with any of the men they would take me into the back room and without saying anything to me they would pull their cock out of their pants and I would immediately perform oral sex on them. Several segments ended with Major Mitchell saying he was going to take me home. 

It wasn't till near the end of the second tape that things changed. The scene started like so many of the others; I was in the back room with the Major, Jim and Brian. The Major came over to me and said, "Star Kitten." This was the first time on the second tape he said that to me. It was already apparent to me that I didn't need to be programmed each time to give blowjobs in the back room. The key words only seemed to be used to give me new instructions, which I guessed was about to happen. 

When I slipped into my trance, Major Mitchell said, "When I tell you to wake up, you are going to have a burning desire to get fucked. You are going to want a cock in your pussy so bad that you will drop your pants and your panties and beg us to fuck you. Do you understand?"

It was terribly painful to hear myself answer his questions. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Wake up, Pamela."

I looked around the room and began making funny sounding noises in my throat. I looked at the three men and said, "Who wants to fuck me? I need a big cock right now." 

Nobody moved. I opened my pants and pushed them down to my knees and then pushed my panties down and said, "Somebody fuck me now."

Jim stepped up behind me and bent me over the workbench and began slamming his cock into me. When he climaxed and pulled out, I yelled, "Who's next? I need another cock in my cunt."

Brian stepped up and entered me and pummeled me until he climaxed, leaving me obviously weak and dripping. I was starting to say something when the Major said, "Star Kitten." 

The Major told me to put my panties on and that was the end of that tape.

I took the second tape out of the player and threw it across the room. I didn't know which emotion was the strongest in me at that moment - was it anger or humiliation. I needed another drink before I could bring myself to start the last tape. 

As I poured Scotch into my glass I wondered how these men that I had been working with could be such pigs and how Dr. Moore could have let this go on. He apparently knew what they were up to; after all he had the videotapes. Then I wondered if Brenda knew. No, I couldn't believe that she would let anything like that happen to another woman. 

I loaded the last tape. It started with Brenda and me coming into the back room. I appeared to be in a trance at the time. 

"Do you understand what I have told you?" Brenda asked. 

"Yes."

Brenda went over and sat on the edge of one of the workbenches. 

"Okay then, Pamela, wake up now." Brenda said. 

I perked up and seemed to be looking around the room as if I wondered how I got in there. 

Brenda said, "What are you looking for?"

"How did I get in here?" I asked. 

"You came in with me," she replied. 

"I did?"

"Yes. You said that you had something you wanted to ask me in private," Brenda said. "What did you want to ask me?"

"Have you ever had sex with another woman?" I asked. 

"No."

"Would you like to try it?" I asked. 

"With you?" Brenda asked. 

I said, "Yes, with me."

Brenda spread her legs apart and I was looking up her skirt. 

"Do you like what you see, Pamela?" she asked. 

I said, "I can't see your pussy. Please take your panties off."

Brenda pulled her skirt up and managed to slip her panties off and let them fall to the floor and then she spread her legs again to give me a wide-open view. 

"Would you like to kiss my pussy?" Brenda asked. 

I said, "I just want to taste you. I want to put my tongue in your pussy."

"Come closer and tell me what you want," Brenda said. 

I put my head between Brenda's legs and moved my face close to her, then without moving, I said, "Brenda, please let me taste your pussy. I know I can make it feel good for you."

Brenda closed her eyes and said, "All right. Make my pussy feel good, Pamela."

I could not believe what I was seeing. There I was giving oral sex to Brenda and it was obvious that she liked what I was doing to her. 

I worked Brenda's pussy with my lips and tongue until she had an orgasm. When she came down from her orgasm, she pushed me away. 

Brenda said, "Pussy lover," and I went into that trance-like state that Major Mitchell had put me in when he said, "Star Kitten."

"Pamela, when I wake you up, you will be at you desk reading and you will not remember coming in this room with me or what you did while you were in here. Do you understand?" Brenda said. 

"Yes."

"Okay, let's go back into the other room now."

After we left the room the tape changed scenes and I was back in the room with Major Mitchell and Jim. The rest of the tape consisted of scenes of the two of them using me. Brian didn't make an appearance on this tape. 

I turned off the tape player and I sat crying for the next fifteen minutes. How could these people have done this to me? I trusted them and I thought Brenda was a friend. How could she have betrayed me in such a humiliating way? They thought they could do anything they wanted to me and it wouldn't matter. How could they be so arrogant and unfeeling?

It was also painful to think that all of those things could happen to me and I would not be able to remember any of it. It was as if my mind had also betrayed me. I was so angry that, if I could have, I would have gotten a gun and killed all of them. Needless to say I didn't sleep well that night in spite of the four glasses of Scotch I consumed. 

In the morning I woke up with a headache and the memory of what I had seen on those videotapes. As I sat with my coffee, I began to think about what I should do if anything to get some justice. I was no longer thinking of killing anyone. It's not that I didn't think they deserved it but I didn't need to ruin the rest of my life for something they had done me. The first thing I considered was going to the police. After all what they did would be considered rape, wouldn't it?

When I thought about it, I knew I couldn't go to the police. I would have had to go back to Virginia to press charges because that is where this all took place. I would have to humiliate myself by letting the police see the tapes. The case could drag on for a long time and a story like that would attract the press. The whole thing would become a circus. 

Then I thought of Allen. Oh, God, how would he handle it? After I thought about that for a while I decided that I didn't want him to know or ever find out about what they had done to me. That meant I could not possibly go to the police but I knew that I could not let it go. I had to do something or I would lose respect for myself. I needed to get justice, I needed revenge, but how would I get it? I thought about the how for a long time that day. I hadn't seen or heard from any member of the CIS team in over five years. I had no idea where these people were or how I could go about finding them. 

I spent a couple of hours enjoying fantasies of revenge and then I stepped back into the real world. I had to deal with the fact that I may never get revenge on these people and I was going to have to live with that. I could feel a cloud of depression closing in on me. All I wanted to do was to crawl off to bed and sleep until the depression passed. 

I knew that wouldn't solve my problem so I found something else to occupy my mind. What should I do with the DHS 77? Should I destroy the notes and throw the formula and the antidote away? Should I keep it and, if so, for what purpose? Then there was the problem of the DHS 77 itself. I didn't know how to use it and, even if I did, it had been in a box in storage for five years. Would it still have enough potency to work as intended? There wouldn't be any point in keeping the stuff if it no longer worked. 

I decided to put the videotapes back into the box with the DHS 77 and hide the box in the back of my closet until I could figure out what to do with the stuff. I knew I would have to destroy the videotapes to make sure that Allen would never see them but I would have to take care of that later. 

I knew that, before I could decide what to do with the DHS 77, I would have to find out if it was still potent. The first thing I had to do was to find out how to use the formula and then figure out how to find out if it still worked. 

A voice in the back of my head kept saying, "It doesn't matter if it works or not, get rid of it," but I didn't listen to that voice. 

Chapter 8

I went back and reread the notes on how to administer DHS 77. I had only scanned them the previous day. I read through the instructions twice and then I wrote down the basics, as I understood them. The actual instructions were much more detailed but I felt that these notes would be all I needed if I decided to test the DHS 77. 

1. Take one of the antidote capsules at least ten minutes but not more than four hours before using the DHS 77. This was necessary to prevent having a reaction to the formula if it comes in contact with skin. 

2. When ready to apply the DHS 77 to the subject, use only a tear drop size dosage of the formula and apply it to an exposed area of skin anywhere on the subject's body. 

3. It takes only a few seconds for the DHS 77 to be absorbed through the skin into the blood stream inducing the subject into a Deep Hypnotic Sleep (DHS) within approximately five seconds. 

4. Once the subject is in a DHS, begin to program them. Start by giving the subject a key word or phrase that would not usually be used in normal conversation so that subject is not accidentally put into DHS. Must instruct the subject to respond only to myvoice to prevent anyone else from using the keyword on the subject. 

5. Once subject's keyword is established, then start programming them to perform specific tasks on my command. 

6. Before releasing subject, be sure to fill in their memory blanks to give them the memory I wish them to have. 

I felt confident that I understood the basics for using DHS 77 but I was unsure as to how I could test the formula to see if it was still potent and if I really could use it. My biggest fear was that the formula could be dangerous to the health of anyone I might test it on, but I had to know. 

I thought a long time about this and had almost given up on the idea of testing the formula when an idea occurred to me. I couldn't risk testing the formula on anyone unless I knew it to be safe so I decided to test it on myself. I knew there was a risk but I had to find out. 

One thing I had learned from the CIS team was that when you are running tests on something you need to be thorough. You need to record everything that happens. I knew what I was thinking of doing was dangerous, but I had to find out if the formula would still work. 

I went into the Allen's closet and got out the video camera and took it into the living room and set it up on a tripod and pointed it toward the sofa. I also connected the camera to the television so that I could see myself. I wanted to make sure I was in the picture and in focus. 

When I was satisfied, I hit the record button on the camera and took my place on the sofa. I spent the next fifteen minutes talking to the camera. I started by addressing my comments to Allen. I told him that I loved him and that he would only be seeing this tape if something had gone terribly wrong. Then I told him the story of the DHS 77. I explained what it was for and how it was used. Then I outlined how I was gong to test it to see if it still worked. I laid out my test plan in detail. When I was done I removed the tape and wrote a note to Allen telling him to watch the tape. I put the videotape and the note on the kitchen counter. 




DHS 77



I knew I shouldn't be doing what I was planning to do but at least I knew if anything went wrong Allen would know what happened and would be able to destroy the formula. 

I went to my closet and retrieved the DHS 77 and the antidote and brought them back to the living room. I loaded a blank videotape into the camera and hit record. I sat on the sofa and addressed the camera again. "I am going to start by taking the antidote for DHS 77. I will then wait for at least an hour to see if there are any side affects," I said. 

I put one of the capsules into my mouth and washed it down with a glass of water. Then I sat back on the sofa with a book and began reading. When I felt no side affects after an hour, I continued to read my book for another hour. After two hours I felt no ill affects from the antidote. At that point I looked into the camera and said, "There appear to be no side affects from the antidote. Now I will see if the antidote protects me from the DHS 77."

I opened the jar of DHS 77 and using a Q-Tip I dipped out a teardrop size dosage of the formula. I put the lid back on the jar and then rubbed the formula from the Q-tip onto my neck. I felt the wet spot on my neck but nothing else. That is, nothing out of the ordinary. I was even able to pick up my book and continue reading. I waited a half hour before I got up and washed the residue of the DHS 77 off my neck. I rewound the tape and watched to see if there was any indication that the DHS 77 had any effect on me. It didn't. 

The only thing I knew at that point was that the antidote either worked or the DHS 77 didn't work. The next test would be the scary one. I was going to test the formula on myself without the protection on the antidote. The first thing I needed to do was to make a control video. I was going to use my own voice to give the commands if and when I was in the deep hypnotic sleep caused by the DHS 77. 

I put a new videotape in the camera and hit record. I sat down on the sofa and started to record the control video. 

"Pamela, can you hear me?" I said and then paused for a few seconds. 

"Pamela, I want you to listen to me now. Whenever you hear me say 'Dr. Moore's law,' you will become as you are right now, do you understand?" I paused after this statement too and then I hit stop on the remote. I had to think through this next step carefully before I proceeded. 

I had given myself a command word that would put me back into DHS, if it worked, so that I could easily reprogram myself. Now I had to find out if I could program myself to respond to other command words. I needed to give myself a post-hypnotic suggestion to see if it would have any effect on me. The problem was how could I give myself a post-hypnotic suggestion in such a way that I would remember the command word but not the actual command? I gave that some thought and came up with an idea that I thought would work. 

I pressed record on the remote and began. "Pamela, after you wake up, anytime you hear me say 'Thunder Struck' you will feel sexually aroused and you will remain aroused until you get relief. Do you understand?" I paused. 

"Pamela, when you wake up, you will not remember anything I have told you. You will not remember Thunder Struck or what it is supposed to make you do. Do you understand?" Again I paused.

"Now I will count to three and you will wake up. . . One. . . Two. . . Three."

I pressed stop on the remote and I wrote myself a quick note so that I would not forget that Dr. Moore's law was my command to go back into the deep hypnotic state and that Thunder Struck was a command word but I didn't write down what it was supposed to make me do. I wanted to be sure that when I came out of DHS that I would know that the statement, "Dr. Moore's law," would put me into a trance and I needed to know that Thunder Struck was a command but I didn't want to know what that would make me do. 

Satisfied that I was ready for the next step but not being sure how long the antidote might work on me I decide to wait until the next morning to test the DHS 77 on myself. 

I slept restlessly that night. I kept seeing images from the videotapes of me giving oral sex to Major Mitchell and then had nightmares about what would happen when I tested the DHS 77. 

When I woke up Thursday morning, I didn't feel rested but I was ready to move on with my test of the formula. I still didn't know what I would do if I found out the formula still worked. That worried me but I had to know if it still worked. 

I had to eat breakfast to settle my nervous stomach and then after two cups of coffee I was ready. I put a blank tape in the camera and put the control video into the VCR. I cued the control tape so that my instructions would start about fifteen seconds after the video started to allow time for the DHS 77 to take affect. 

I hit the record button on the camera and sat down on the sofa. Then I prepared a Q-tip with the formula. When I was ready I hit the play button on the remote for the VCR and applied the DHS 77 to the inside of my left wrist. 

Chapter 9

The next thing I was aware of was sitting on the sofa staring at the television. The screen on the television was black. For a minute I thought that the formula didn't work and that I hadn't pushed the play button. 

When I tried to remember the command words I had recorded on the video the previous evening, I could not remember them. I wasn't sure if that meant anything. I was a bit confused. It occurred to me then that I should have recorded the time before I started. I hit the rewind button on the VCR and knew that the tape had played by how long it took to rewind the tape. 

I was wondering what to do next when I saw the note I had written to myself regarding the command words I had given myself. "Dr. Moore's law," was something I knew that I had better not say out loud or I would likely go back into the deep hypnotic sleep and I didn't know how I would get back out of it without a command in my voice telling me to wake up. But what did "Thunder Struck" mean? I sat for a few minutes trying to remember what Thunderstruck was supposed to mean. I figured out that it must be a command I had made but I could not remember what that command might be. I knew that I had intentionally deleted that memory but it still scared me a little that it worked so well. Now all I had to do was see if the command worked. 

"Thunder Struck" I said out loud. 

Nothing happened immediately but I started thinking about how much I missed Allen and how badly I wanted to make love to him. I felt myself becoming aroused and decided to give myself some relief and worry about what "Thunder Struck" meant later. I turned the camera off and went into the bedroom. I striped off my clothes and slipped my hand between my legs and started working to bring myself off. I was surprised that I would get so horny so quickly, especially under those circumstances. In a few minutes I was able to bring myself to a very satisfying orgasm. I relaxed in my bed for a while afterward enjoying the way I felt post-orgasm. 

It was an hour later that I got dressed and went back to the living room and sat down. I started to think about the test again and said out loud, "What does 'Thunder Struck' mean?"

I had my answer a few minutes later as I headed back to the bedroom with my hand already inside my panties fingering my sensitive clit. I was so horny that I was tempted to go out and find someone to have sex with me. I realized at that moment that I had better give myself a command phrase that would end my arousal before I got out of control. I decided on "Lightfoot." I just thought it would be easy to remember because of the movie "Thunderbolt and Lightfoot." 

Later that day I reviewed the results of my test and looked at the videotape I recorded showing me while I was in the deep hypnotic sleep. It was scary seeing myself in a trance like state responding to the commands I was giving myself from the video in a hollow voice. 

I remembered seeing myself responding the same way to the instructions Major Mitchell gave me. That made me wonder about something else. In Dr. Moore's notes, he said that the effects of DHS 77 were designed to last at least a year. I didn't see anywhere in the notes where it said how long the effects would actually last. Could they last as long as five years? That frightened me. Could Major Mitchell still get control of me by simply saying, "Star Kitten?" Then I remembered that I had heard Major Mitchell say, "Star Kitten" several times as I watched the tapes and it had no effect on me, but would that be true if I saw him in person and he gave me the keyword?

Time for another test. I might never know if this test worked. I made a new control recording and loaded the tape into the VCR. I put another videotape into the camera and started recording. 

I sat on the sofa and looked at the camera. I pressed the play button for the VCR. It seemed like only a moment had passed but once again I found myself staring at the black screen on the television. This time I knew what happened and I felt very good. I was completely relaxed. I retrieved the tape from the camera and loaded it into the VCR to watch what happened. I hit play and mute to make sure I didn't hear myself say "Dr. Moore's law." I didn't want to put myself into a trance. I was going to have to be careful of that. Perhaps another test I would have to run. 

The video started with me looking at the video camera. When I saw the expression on my face go blank, I took the VCR off mute and watched myself being programmed by my own voice. 

"Pamela, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember 'Star Kitten'?"

"Yes."

"What is Star Kitten?"

"A command."

"When you hear Star Kitten, what are you supposed top do?"

"I don't know."

"Who gives you that command?"

"Major Mitchell."

"Pamela, I want you to listen to me very carefully. If you ever hear Major Mitchell say Star Kitten again, it will have no effect on you. Nothing Major Mitchell says will have any effect on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Chapter 10

I was now pretty sure that the formula still worked, at least on me. The next step would be to try the formula on someone else. I thought for hours trying to think of someone I could use as a test subject. Then I thought of Sylvia. Sylvia was one of the women on my project team at work. She was very bright but she could be a real bitch when dealing with some of the other team members. She and I had words on a few occasions but had settled into a reasonably good working relationship; however that was not true of her relationship with the rest of the team. I decided to try the formula on her and see if I could modify her behavior although that would have to wait until I got back to work the following Monday. 

On Friday evening, I drove out to Burbank Airport to pick Allen up when he returned from his business trip. As he walked into the terminal, he was talking to an attractive blond that I didn't recognize. As soon as he saw me, he said something to the blond and then came over and kissed me. 

I thought about asking him who the blond was but he seemed so genuinely happy to see me that I decided to let it go. On the ride home, Allen talked nonstop about the trip and how well everything had gone and then he asked me about the unpacking. 

"The house is settled except that we have not had sex in it yet," I said. 

"We will take care of that as soon as we get in the door. This weekend we will christen every room in the house and maybe even a couple of the closets," Allen said. 

"If you are going to act like this when you come home from trips, I am going to have to send you away more often," I said. 

When we got home, I got a bottle of wine and two glasses while Allen carried his suitcase to our bedroom and then he joined me in the living room. I poured the wine and Allen made a toast to our new home and then he kissed me. 

We put our glasses down and our kisses became more passionate. After the week I had just been through and having been separated from Allen for all that time I was ready for him to make love to me. I was already beginning to feel the tingle inside my sex as Allen opened my blouse and exposed my breasts. When he took my nipple in his mouth, I could feel my arousal building. I think Allen sensed it or maybe it was because his own arousal was so great he quickly reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off. Then he pushed me onto my back and pressed his mouth against my pussy making my juices begin to flow. 

While Allen was sucking my clit into his mouth, he was busy trying to get his pants off. He managed to get his pants down around his ankles without lifting his head from my slippery mound. Allen stood up just long enough to get his pants off and then he climbed onto the sofa so that I could reach his erect cock while he went back to pleasuring me with his lips and tongue. 

When I looked at his cock I had a momentary flash of the video I had seen of me sucking those men's cocks and it almost ruined the mood but whatever Allen was doing to my clitoris had me so excited that I quickly overcame the vision I had and took Allen's hot shaft into my mouth. 

I always enjoyed sucking Allen's cock and wasn't about to let what those bastards did to me change that. I swirled my tongue around the head and then took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could without making myself gag. 

When I had him close to climaxing, Allen pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned around so he could slide it into my very hot sex tunnel. I loved the way he pushed into me slowly so that I could feel the head of his cock open me up and then I felt the sensations caused by his shaft sliding deeper into me. Once he was all of the way in, he slowly pulled almost all of the way out again. Allen continued to stroke in and out of me this way, slowly picking up speed until he brought me to an orgasm. After that he pumped me hard and fast until he exploded inside of me. 

When Allen pulled out of me, I quickly grabbed my panties and held them between my legs so that I wouldn't leave a mess on the sofa. As we walked back to the bedroom, Allen came up behind me and grabbed my panties and pulled them out from between my legs, then he pushed two fingers up inside me. I couldn't walk while he had his fingers inside me so I just stopped and leaned back against Allen's chest. He managed to find just the right spot with his fingers and he soon had me shaking through another orgasm. 

As soon as my orgasm passed, Allen carried me to the bed and entered me with his fully recovered erection and slowly stroked into me until he had his second orgasm leaving my pussy in a wonderful sticky mess. 

As we lay in bed in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I suddenly thought about the blond I had seen Allen talking to when he got off the plane. 

"Who was that blond you were talking to?" I asked. 

I felt Allen's body stiffen just a tiny bit. 

"What blond?" 

"The blond you were talking to when you got off the plane."

"Oh, that was Jennifer. She was on our negotiation team," he said. 

Just to tease him and maybe to see what his reaction would be I asked, "Is there something going on between the two of you?" 

"No. Where would you get an idea like that?" He said a little too emphatically. 

It wasn't the reaction I expected and it bothered me a little. I didn't want to accuse Allen of anything when I had absolutely no proof other than my own curiosity. I probably would only have started an argument and I didn't want to do that. 

After that, I drifted off into an uneasy sleep. I had all kinds of strange dreams that night that I could not remember in the morning. I woke up early and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Allen came into the kitchen just as I was pouring my coffee. 

"Did I wake you up?" I asked. 

"No. I think I am on east coast time. How about pouring me a cup of coffee?"

I filled a cup for Allen and put it in front of him and then I went to my closet to get a robe because I was feeling a bit chilly. As I got my robe off the hanger, I saw the CIS box in the back of my closet and an idea struck me. I opened the box and got the jar of antidote capsules and took one out. 

I went back to the kitchen and when Allen wasn't paying attention to me I took the pill. 

"Do you want me to make you some breakfast, honey?" I asked. 

"Would you make me a couple of eggs and a muffin?"

"Scrambled or fried?" I asked. 

"Scrambled."

I waited until after we had eaten and I had put the dishes in the dishwasher and then poured Allen another cup of coffee. While he sat at the kitchen table with his coffee and the morning paper I went back into my closet and got the DHS 77 out of the box. I put a tiny drop of the DHS 77 on a piece of plastic wrap I had brought with me from the kitchen. 

When I returned to the kitchen Allen was still sitting at the table reading the paper. I walked up behind him and wiped the DHS 77 from the plastic wrap onto the back of Allen's neck. 

"What was that?" was all he managed to say before his body went limp and he was quiet. 

"Allen, can you hear my voice?" I asked. 

"Yes."

"Good. I want you to listen carefully to me, okay?"

"Yes."

"I want you to remember the phrase, 'strawberry clock.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, remember strawberry clock," Allen said. 

"Now, when ever you hear me say strawberry clock, you will become as you are right now. You will be in a deep hypnotic sleep and you will only listen to my voice. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"From now on, whenever I say, "I want you to tell me the truth' you will answer all of my questions truthfully. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now I am going to count backwards from 5 and when I get to zero you will wake up. When you wake up you will not remember having this conversation with me but you will follow the instructions I gave you. Okay. . . Five. . . Four. . . Three. . . Two. . . One. . . Zero. . ." 

When I got to zero Allen turned toward me and asked, "Did you say something, babe?"

"I just want to ask you a few questions and I want you to tell me the truth," I said. 

"Okay."

"While you were away did you have an affair with Jennifer?" I asked. 

I waited nervously for Allen's answer and he did not hesitate. 

"No. Not an affair." 

"Did you have sex with her?"

"Yes. We had sex just once," Allen said. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Allen had cheated on me and was now confessing. I was fighting to control my anger. 

"Why did you have sex with her?"

"She invited me to her room after dinner Wednesday night. She said she wanted to find out if I was as good as I looked."

"And you went to her room?"

"Yes." 

"Are you in love with her?"

"No."

"Then why did you have sex with her?"

"Because she is pretty and sexy and I wanted to fuck her."

"Do you think she is prettier and sexier than me?"

"No, just different."

"Are you going to have sex with her again?"

"I don't know. I kind of hope so."

I can't describe how angry and hurt I felt at that moment. After discovering what had been done to me by the people I trusted at CIS I find out that my husband has also betrayed me. That was almost more than I could handle. I didn't know what to do. Should I tell him to leave, or should I forgive him? I might have been able to forgive him for a one-time fling but he admitted that he would like to have sex with her again. I may not have known what to do about what Allen had done but I sure as hell could stop him from doing it again. 

"Strawberry clock," I said. 

Allen dropped into the trance immediately. 

"Allen, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"You are not sexually attracted to Jennifer. If Jennifer ever suggests that the two of you get together, you will get sick to your stomach and want to vomit. If she touches you, it will make your skin burn. From now on, you will only have sex with me. You will not cheat on me ever again. Do you understand?"




DHS 77



"Yes. I will not cheat on you."

"Okay, good. When you wake up you will not remember talking to me about Jennifer. You will remember talking about going to the beach tomorrow. Allen, wake up."

Allen looked at me like he was momentarily confused. 

"So, are we going to the beach tomorrow?" I asked. 

"Sure. Where do you want to go? Santa Monica?"

"That's works for me," I said. 

Maybe I should have felt guilty for what I did to Allen but I didn't. If I hadn't done it, I would not have known that he cheated on me and probably would have done it again. I was not only able to put a stop to that but I had a way to find out anything I needed to know from Allen any time by just telling him that I want him to tell me the truth. I would just have to make sure that I didn't abuse that power. 

It was odd but along with my anger for what Allen had done I felt a bit euphoric. I think it came from the feeling of power the DHS 77 gave me. 

Chapter 11

On Monday I filled a tiny plastic bottle with DHS 77 and put it along with one of the antidote pills in my purse. When I got to my office that morning I took the antidote and waited till later in the morning to go down to Sylvia's office. 

When Sylvia wasn't looking, I smeared the formula on the back of her arm and she was out before she had any idea of what was happening. I quickly closed the door to her office and then I turned her desk chair so that Sylvia was facing away from the door so that someone looking in wouldn't see Sylvia's face and would think the two of us were just talking. 

Then I gave Sylvia the key phrase I thought up for her. Bitch face. It wasn't very nice but it had a certain ring to it. I programmed Sylvia to react when she heard me say 'be nice' by doing just that. She would apologize for being rude and she would feel guilty for being bitchy. I hoped that by making her feel guilty for being bitchy that I would be able to modify her behavior. 

Monday afternoon our team had a meeting to discuss a campaign we were working on and Ronald had just finished pitching an idea of his when Sylvia said, "That's the stupidest idea I have ever heard."

"Be nice, Sylvia," I said. 

"I am so sorry, Ronald," Sylvia said. "I don't know why I said that. I guess I was just jealous that you had an idea and I didn't. I really am sorry."

Everyone looked at Sylvia to see if she was being sarcastic or if she really meant what she said. I thought it was evident from the look on her face that Sylvia was feeling bad about what she had said and was truly sorry. 

I was really feeling the power of the DHS 77 and was looking forward to my next opportunity to use it on someone. That evening as I sat at home I was thinking of different things I might do with the formula and I am ashamed to say they weren't all nice. I felt the dark side of my personality coming out. 

I began to carry the little bottle full of the formula in my purse along with the antidote. I also bought some disposable rubber gloves at the drug store and carried them in my brief case. I felt that by using the gloves I wouldn't have to take the antidote. I didn't want to run out of the antidote before I used up all of the formula. 

About a week after I had programmed Sylvia there was another incident at work. Sylvia and I had stayed late to work on a campaign and Megan Brown was working with us. Megan had made a suggestion that Sylvia didn't like and in her typical style Sylvia let Megan know. 

"Be nice, Sylvia," I said. 

"Oh, Megan, I am sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way," Sylvia said. 

"Can you believe this bullshit?" Megan said. "She can insult me all she wants and then say she's sorry and I am supposed to accept it."

I tried to calm Megan down and she snapped at me. "Why are you taking that bitch's side against me? I don't know how you can stand to work with her. I hate her."

I don't know what made me do it but I went into action immediately. I slipped on a rubber glove and squeezed a drop of DHS 77 out of the plastic bottle onto my finger. Megan was standing right next to me watching me. 

"What are you doing with that?" Megan said. 

"I want to show you something," I said and then wiped the formula from my finger onto Megan's arm. As Megan was slipping into a trance, I looked at Sylvia and said "Bitch face."

I told both women to sit down and then I sat down with Megan and leaned close to her ear so that Sylvia would not hear what I was saying. 

"Can you hear me, Megan?"

"Yes."

After her positive response, I gave Megan the key phrase 'bourbon sour' and then proceeded to give her the instructions I wanted her to follow. When I was finished with Megan, I went over to Sylvia and gave her instructions. 

For a moment, I wondered if I was going too far but the sense of power I felt at that moment made me continue. I woke both women from their trances and Megan immediately started in on Sylvia again. 

"Sylvia, you are always such a bitch. Why do you have to be that way?"

"Sylvia, tell Megan how you feel," I said. 

"Megan, why don't you kiss my ass?"

Megan's face got bright red as she tried to think of a comeback. 

"Megan, why don't you tell Sylvia what you would like to do?"

Megan's expression changed from one of anger to one of adoration as she looked at Sylvia. 

"I would like very much to kiss your ass, Sylvia. Would you let me?" Megan said. 

Sylvia began to open her pants and then turned her back to Megan. Then she pushed her pants and panties down to her ankles. Sylvia stepped out of her pants and spread her legs. 

"Megan, honey, come lick my asshole," Sylvia said. 

Megan walked over to Sylvia and dropped to her knees behind her. Then without the slightest hesitation, Megan buried her face in Sylvia's ass. As Megan worked on her ass, Sylvia bent farther forward pushing her ass harder into Megan's face. 

I just stood and watch the scene. It amazed me that I really had that much power over these two women. I surprised myself a little by what I had done. I actually liked Megan a lot more than Sylvia so why did I have Megan sticking her tongue into Sylvia's ass. The only reason I could think of for doing that was because I could. 

I stopped Megan after about five minutes and had Sylvia put her pants back on. I then put both women back into a trance and told them to forget what had just happened but before I woke them I told them both that whenever they got into an argument they would be sexually attracted to each other. That last part was for my own entertainment. 

Afterward I almost laughed when I noticed Megan kind of licking her lips as if she was trying to figure out what that strange taste in her mouth was. 

Chapter 12

That night I had trouble getting to sleep. I had a lot on my mind. I was still pissed at Allen because he had cheated on me although he didn't know that I was pissed at him or that I knew he had sex with Jennifer. I was also a little disturbed by what I had done to Megan at work that evening. The fact was that I enjoyed it while I was doing it but I was feeling guilty after the fact. 

It was in my sleepless state that I once again began to think about my tormentors at CIS. I knew that I now had the tool to get my revenge on them. All I had to do was track them down and then I would use the formula on them. They would never see it coming. As far as they knew I didn't have a clue about what they did to me or even what they were working on. They also believed that all of the formula was destroyed along with all of their notes when the project was cancelled. 

It was that night that I thought about some of the people I had worked with at Alpha Security and Investigations. I wondered if they could help me locate the CIS gang. 

The next morning at work I wrote down the names of the five people I wanted to find with as much information about them as I could remember. Then I called Judy Stone, one of the investigators I knew when I worked at Alpha and asked if she could track down the current addresses of my friends from CIS. I told her that I hadn't seen them since I left the military and would like to get in touch with them. She said she could get that information pretty easily and would probably have it for me in two days. 

I asked Judy how much this was going to cost and she said, "This won't take much time so for an old friend, no charge."

I thanked Judy and said I would fax her the list of names, which I did as soon as I got off the phone. 

That evening I met Allen at a bar near his office. We planned to have a couple of drinks and then go to dinner. I almost had to laugh the minute I walked into the bar. I saw Allen standing at the bar and Jennifer was talking him. As Jennifer was talking, she reached out and touched Allen on the arm and he jumped and quickly pulled his arm back. Jennifer must have thought that she scratched him with a fingernail and she reached out to touch the spot on his arm and when she made contact Allen jumped and pulled his arm away again. That seemed to put an end to their conversation. 

That evening I decided I would stay with Allen. I found it easier to forgive him for his fling knowing that I could trust him in the future and besides, Allen was good in bed. That didn't mean that I would forget what he had done. 

When we got to the restaurant and had been seated I said, "I want you to tell me the truth, have you had sex with Jennifer again?"

"No. I don't know what it is about her but, if she touches me, it feels like she is burning my skin."

"That's nice, honey," I said. 

Suddenly a puzzled look came over his face. 

"How did you know about Jennifer and me?" Allen asked as his face became ashen. 

"What are you going to do?" he asked. "Please don't leave me. It will never happen again."

"I know it will never happen again," I said. Then I said, "Strawberry clock." When Allen went into a trance I told him to forget the conversation we just had and I also told him he should feel guilty about having cheated on me and should try to make it up to me. 

Chapter 13

On Friday I got the fax from Judy. As I read over the list my desire for revenge was tempered a little by the news that Dr. Moore had commit suicide three years earlier. I wondered if his suicide had anything to do with the guilt he felt from what had been done to me. The other four names where all there with current addresses and phone numbers. Jim Holtsclaw, Brian Carter and Brenda Powell Carson all still lived in Virginia. Major Mitchell lived in Tampa, Florida. 

Now that I had the addresses the next step was to plan out exactly what I wanted to do to each of them. I knew this was going to take some time and money but that wasn't going to be a problem. 

That night after dinner Allen and I were snuggling on the sofa and watching television. During one of the commercial breaks I kissed Allen on the cheek and said, "Strawberry clock."

I had rehearsed what I was going to say to Allen so that I could get it all in during the commercial so he wouldn't miss any of the program we were watching. I was kissing him when he came out of the trance just in time for the show to start again. I waited for the end of the show before I made my next play. 

"I have been kind of tired lately," I said. 

"I've noticed," Allen said. "I think maybe you should take some time off from work and get some rest. If you want, you could go back east and visit some friends. I think that might be good for you."

"You think so?"

"Yes, I do."

"How long do you think I should stay?"

"Why don't you take a leave of absence for a month? That should be enough time for you to see all of your old friends and recharge your batteries."

"You mean it? You'd be okay letting me take off for a month?"

"Of course. I think it will be good for you."

I kissed Allen and thanked him for being so considerate. Poor baby never knew what hit him. 

On Monday morning I went to see the head of personnel and told her that I was having some personal problems and needed to take a month's leave of absence. She told me she hoped that everything would work out for me and asked me when I wanted to start my leave. I told her I wanted it to start the following Monday. 

Chapter 14

I spent the rest of that week tying up loose ends at work and getting ready for my trip. Along with my clothes, I packed our video camera and some blank tapes and of course I packed the DHS 77, the antidote and my rubber gloves. 

On Saturday, I kissed Allen good-bye and boarded a Delta flight to Tampa, Florida. I rented a car at the Tampa airport and found a room at the nearby Hampton Inn. That evening I called Allen to let him know I arrived safely and then spent the rest of the evening reading a book. At six the next morning, I was parked across the street from Major Mitchell's house. 

Major Mitchell came out of the house at 6:30 AM and I followed him as he drove to work. It turned out that he was second in command at an Army Reserve center in Tampa. I parked across the street and took out my book and waited. 

At 12:05 PM Major Mitchell came out of the building walked to his car. I then followed him to a local restaurant. I waited in the parking lot until Major Mitchell went back to the reserve center. I followed the major for a couple more days to get used to his routine and then decided that I would 'accidentally' run into him at lunch. 

On Wednesday, I waited until Major Mitchell went inside the restaurant and gave him time to get seated before I went in. I hoped that he would recognize me and ask me to sit with him but, if he didn't, I planned to approach him. 

When I entered the restaurant, I spotted Major Mitchell sitting by himself in a booth along the front wall. I began to walk down the aisle past his booth without looking in his direction and as I was passing him he spoke. 

"Pam Martin?" he asked. 

I looked at him and waited just a moment to act as though I didn't recognize him immediately and then gave him a big smile. 

"Major Mitchell. How are you?"

"Wow, I never expected to run into you down here," he said. "Are you by yourself?"

"Yes. I'm here on business for a couple of days, leaving tomorrow," I said. 

"Why don't you join me then? Why eat alone when you don't have to?"

I slid into the booth across from him and we began chatting like we were old friends. We split a bottle of wine with our lunch. I managed to get him to drink most of it while he talked about himself. He told me that he was second in command at the reserve center but that he should have been the commander and been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Just before he was due for promotion they brought in a full Colonel to take command and denied his promotion. 

After lunch, Major Mitchell suggested that we retire to the bar for a couple of drinks. I guess he was beginning to think that he might get lucky. I did nothing to dissuade him from that idea. After finishing his first Manhattan and ordering his second, he started to open up. 

"Colonel Harris doesn't know his asshole from his elbow," he said. "How he ever got to be a Colonel in the US Army I'll never understand. I have to serve under that jackass."

I made some sympathetic comments and let Major Mitchell continue his rant. 

"If I didn't need five more years to get my thirty, I would resign and let them see how much of a fuck up Colonel Harris is without me there to clean up his messes."

At that point, I excused myself to use the rest room. I put on a rubber glove and put a drop of the DHS 77 on the finger. Then holding my hand so that no one would notice the glove, I walked back to our table. I was beginning to feel a little guilty about what I was planning to do but Major Mitchell relieved me of the guilt. As soon as I sat down he said, "Star kitten."

I dropped my head and Major Mitchell reached out to keep me from falling face first onto the table. As soon as I felt his hands on me I reached up and wiped the DHS 77 on his wrist. It was too bad that I was the only one that was going to know the irony of what had just happened. 

"Major Mitchell, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

I didn't plan on giving him a key phrase because I never planned on seeing him again so I just gave him the commands I wanted him to follow. 

"When you wake up, you will be in love with Colonel Harris and you will want to make love to him. You will finish your drink and then go back to work. When you get to work you will go see Colonel Harris and you will tell him that you are in love with him and you want to suck his cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"When you talk to Colonel Harris, you will be so sexually excited that you will have an erection. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What do you think of Colonel Harris?"

"I love him," Major Mitchell said. 

"When you wake up, you will not remember that I was here today. You will not remember having lunch with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Close your eyes now," I said and the Major did as I said. 

"When I say wake up, you will count to 100 and then open your eyes. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I got up from the table and walked around behind Major Mitchell and bent close to his ear and then said, "Wake up, Major." 

As soon as I heard him begin to count I walked out of the bar as quickly as I could without running. When I got to my car, I started the engine and left immediately. As I drove away I was pretty sure that Major Mitchell was going to be leaving the Army much sooner than he had planned and the end would come in such an interesting manner. I just wished I could be there to see it. I got my revenge on Major Mitchell and he would never know what happened to him. 

My revenge on Major Mitchell may seem severe but I felt it was justified. He was the one who started the DHS 77 experiments on me. If he hadn't done that, none of the others would have used me the way they did. Besides, he had just tried to use the key phrase on me again. 

Chapter 15

I left Tampa that evening and flew to Dulles airport in Virginia. I picked up a car at the airport and got a room at a local motel and called Allen. 

I had decided to leave Brenda Powell because I didn't know how I was going to handle her. What she had done to me was vile but she had only used me once while the others had done it repeatedly. So I went in search of Jim Holtsclaw. 

He wasn't hard to find. On Friday I just went to the address Judy had given me. As I walked to his door I didn't know what I was going to do to him but the answer came to me soon after the door opened. Standing in front of me was an attractive woman. She was tall and blond and in her early thirties. She smiled at me as I introduced myself. 

"You must be Jim's wife. Hi. My name is Pam Johnson; I used to work with your husband."

She looked puzzled but she shook my hand and invited me into the house. 

"I'm Barbara. Jim's not home. He won't be home for another two hours," she said. 

I looked at my watch. It was 5:30 PM. "Perhaps I should stop back another time then," I said. 

"No, stay and have a drink with me. I am feeling a little lonely today. The kids are with the grandparents for the weekend and the house always feels so empty when they are away," Barbara said. 

"If I am not imposing, I would enjoy a drink," I said. 

Barbara made two gin and tonics and we sat in the living room. 

"One weekend a month the kids go to either my parents' house or Jim's parents' house so that we can have some time to ourselves. It helps keep things fresh for us."

"That's nice," I said. I wasn't enjoying the small talk so I decided to get down to work. I finished my drink and asked Barbara if I could have another. When she went to the kitchen to fix my drink I put on a rubber glove and put a drop of the DHS 77 on the finger. When Barbara handed me the drink I wiped the DHS 77 on her arm and then had to catch her to keep her from falling.