The rumors, he had been unable to suppress or ignore. He tried to get through to her by sending a letter, but she never answered. Love is such a fickle maiden, such a mean mastah... such a cruel and evil bitch.
Now he approached her house, and looked at it through the goggles. The camera was loaded with infrared film and the flash affixed with a number-89a gel filter. This way he could take night pictures without attracting attention.
His survey of the aerial photographs of the area had led him to find the perfect spot from which to capture images of his subject. He was to find out what she was doing, who she was hanging out with, and what guy's fucking she enjoyed nightly.
He approached her house, carrying a high-powered air-dart gun loaded with tranquilizers. Each dart, of which there were five in the semi-automatically loading magazine, contained 500 mg of Benzophenolaphine (BPA), a powerful sedative chemical that affects the central nervous system. Within five seconds (and probably two) of being struck with such a dart on any area of the body, an adult human of between 110-150 lbs. would drop unconscious and paralyzed.
That state would last up to 18 hours, but usually not more than 12. After coming to, the person would be disoriented and amnesic. Usually they would not be able to remember the past few days before the shot, and anything that happened to them in the next 24 hours would definitely not be remembered.
At this time, if the subject of the tranquilizer is given another dose but this time in the range of 50 mg, then they will remain amnesic and incoherent for the following day.
Often used in the cold war, this technique was usually augmented by the use of LSD, MDMA, or any other truth drug, to induce a nearly catatonic state in which a victim might be prone to reveal secrets of espionage. It had been demonstrated by the Soviet government through extensive testing on captured test subjects, mostly Pakistanis, that a constant dosage of MDMA, LSD, and BPA for about a month would usually brainwash the subject to the point that they would become susceptible to the influence of almost any idea.
For instance, a certain Pakistani women had been dosed with the three drugs, called jokingly "the Three Musketeers" by the Soviets who administered the testing, for nearly two months straight. Each day they were sat down on a couch and were made to watch videos of pornographic material. The voices instructed them that they were to behave in this manner when certain commands were issued.
The women were in such a state of muscular relaxation that they didn't ever move, although when dragged along by soldiers they managed to somewhat help by kind of walking. If the BPA were the only drug administered, the tests showed that although their memories were barely functioning, the women still followed a sort of internal moral code of behavior. They tried to escape sometimes, although it never worked. Nonetheless, in such a state they were not susceptible to brainwashing.
With the introduction of MDMA and LSD to the serum they were shot up with every morning, the women became two things. First, they became extremely horny and filled with a sort of natural love instinct, a type of lust-driven sex obsession. They feared nothing. The LSD made them susceptible to the teachings of the videos, or whatever else sort of input might be administered through their senses.
Despite the presence of the Three Musketeers, the women still retained the ability to learn. Due to the improper functioning of their memory, the things they learned often over-wrote random portions of their existing memory.
At the end of the treatment, they were confined to cells and taken off of the serums gradually over the course of the third month. They were still given the regimen of videos and brainwashing. The end result of the process was that, the women had partial recollections of there past selves, but not in a meaningful way.
Every bit of the brainwashing affected their subconscious and moral code directly; they had almost no conscious recollection of anything that occurred during the procedure. Since the videos and brainwashing had told them to obey any commands, and to joke around with men, and to do what it was told in the porno videos, then the women did that.
They became exactly what the soldiers had wanted: lusty sex slaves. The only drawback to the experiment was that the womens' personalities were permanently gone. Their brains had been damaged to the point that they would never regain a significant personality; they would spend the rest of their lives in such a state that they had to be cared for by their captors.
If released into the world, such women would walk bug-eyed around, not able to hold down jobs, always reverting to their programmed behavior. They were essentially psychopaths, with only certain things on their obsessive-compulsive minds all the time. They had to be confined.
One time, one of them whose name was Susan, escaped. She walked into a village, and although she seemed quite normal at first when you talked to her, she soon would say, "Lets have sex!" to any person. If they refused, then she would say, "But I know you want it," and not drop the subject. If they said, "No, I really mean it," then she would say, "Okay," and leave.
But all conversations ended up like that. Unless you knew the code words, which only the administrators of the tests knew. If you said, "socializing is great fun," then the woman would turn into a socializing shark, funny and witty and charming. But she would not have sex in that mode. She would just act nice to everybody.
Essentially, she had to be told what to do and when to do it. There was "home wife" mode, and "public wife" mode, and "slave" mode. That was about it.
Now, as the man with the dart gun set up shop behind the unsuspecting girl's house, he thought of his plan. He thought of how perfect it was. He thought about the supply of BPA, LSD, and MDMA he had left at his cabin in the woods of northern California. He thought of his new minivan, which had a cage in back with tinted windows.
He thought of the collection of brainwashing tapes and books he had gotten through the Russian military surplus. He had actually gone to Russia, hired a translator, and forked over his life savings (and a bunch of money he got from stealing shit) to acquire the drugs and materials necessary to do the trick.
A hundred years of secret military studies, he thought, just to bring this technology for the enslavement of mankind into his hands. He sweated and heard his heart beating, pounding in his chest as he erected his tripod outside her back yard.
He set up the night vision scope, screwed on the silencer, donned his leather gloves, and waited. She came out the back door at 2:30 a.m. for her before-bed-time cigarette, and he fired. She dropped totally limp after letting out a quiet yelp. Total fear rushed through her for an instant, and then she dropped and tumbled down the steps to the base of the staircase that led to her back door.
The assailant casually climbed over the fence, and approached the body. The cigarette had ended up in her lap and had burned a hole through her shirt and made a nice cherry mark on the left side of her torso. Her forehead had a cut and was bleeding lightly; he bent over and bandaged her carefully, lovingly.
The neighbors would never see this because they were asleep and because there was too much brush. He had studied the area thoroughly. He carried her limp body into the house, through the house, and out the front door. He stooped to turn the knob with his left hand as he carried her in a fetal position in his arms. It wasn't working, so he set her down and opened the door.
It was then that he looked into her wide open eyes, knowing that she could not sense anything and that she would never remember this, or her former self for that matter. Her big breasts hung full and free without a bra, and her mouth was open and drooling. Her eyes were glazed over, and he administered drops and then taped them closed with surgical tape. He took off her earrings and jewelry, and tossed them on the couch.
The police would find them later, and they would find some of her blood on the concrete by the steps. They would find her partially-smoked cigarette. But they would never know where she disappeared to, how she had been captured. They would hear reports from a neighbor that saw a man in the dark with hat on carry a woman out to a minivan, and drive away. He would even give the minivan's plates and description, but they only matched a stolen van that had been found vacant and abandoned near Giddings, TX.
That is where the evil man switched vans in the veil of night. She was beautiful, and he kissed her sloppily, but her mouth was dry. He fitted her with a restraint to keep her from swallowing her tongue; it was convinient because she had a tongue piercing already that he could use.
They drove for two days straight: 48 hours nearly. He stayed awake on speed, and kept dosing her up with BPA to keep her out. He would give her water to keep her alive every six hours. He also used sanitary materials he had brought along to bathe her and clean the urine and excrement from her. She was now empty and would not soil again.
As he arrived at the cabin, the sun was rising over the ridge, illuminating the western seaboard with brilliant shiny colors of blue and red and orange and purple. His cabin outlooked the view of the grand Pacific, and he smiled broadly. His new home. Just him, and his final, ultimate love.
He dragged her into the house, and brought her into the room which was to be her cell for three months. He let her rest, and then he went to sleep. He awoke to some noises at about 12:30 A.M. that night. He had slept for 18 hours.
In the room she was awake and sitting up in bed. Her head hurt like she couldn't believe. She couldn't focus her eyes, and she could barely move. Her whole body felt like it was asleep. She didn't know her name, or where she was, or how she got there. She saw a door open, and she would have tried to fend off the man giving her sedatives through a pre-installed IV socket in her right arm, but she had not the strength to move.
He gave her the Three Musketeers and turned on the first video. "Watch," he said. He also gave her bovine growth hormones, which he had acquired from a ranch he broke into on Christmas day when nobody was there. BGH made udders big and had the same effect on breasts.
After three months had passed, nothing really had happened. Everything was according to plan. Her breasts had increased from D to F. Huge. Her body had undergone another type of puberty, but in only three months. The normal hourglass-shape development that occurs to women, occurred again to her.
Another side effect of the treatment was that all her hair had fallen out and stopped growing, except for the hair on her head. This was also a side effect of BGH, because it had been genetically engineered to make cows with easier-to-treat leather. As so, her skin was much softer and smoother than before. Her lips had become fuller and softer, her cheeks the same. Overall she gained 20 pounds... all in her butt, legs, and breasts.
He had taken before and after photographs during the whole process. He had measured every inch of her progress, inch by inch during those three months. The growth was miraculous. Her response to the brainwashing treatment had been nothing short of perfect.
He quizzed her weekly and tested her progression in the different modes of brainwash training. At first she seemed lethargic and unwilling, like a cat that doesn't know you yet doesn't fight when you pick it up. Then later she became nearly aggressive and her skill at the videos' teachings was beyond belief. She had taken their knowledge and extrapolated from it, writing long essays on her pad and paper synthesizing and analyzing the training thus far. Her prose was perfect, her ideas, genius. He could tell she would be a ninja in the sack, a blaster in bed, the best there ever was at giving head. His to command. His very own, in his private paradise.
He went to the nearby village, which won't be mentioned to protect his location, to get supplies. He would go and get a month's worth of groceries and care supplies, and return. He lived with her there for a long time without ever bringing her out. He training was perfect from day one however, and she even had nice lengthy philosophical conversations with him and joked around and said she loved him. It was like living with a normal wife! It was great!
One day she asked how they had met. She frowned and couldn't remember how it had happened. He told her some fucked up, made up story about how they met at a Quickie Mart in July in L.A. Then she had a car wreck, he told her, and lost her memory. And he had cared for her since. He also told her that her memory had been scrambled, and that right after the accident she had said a bunch of crazy things about someone she thought she used to be, that lived in Texas. But he said he didn't know anything about all that.
He said he loved her, because he did. He said he would spend the rest of his life with her, because he definitely would. She said the same things back, and stopped frowning.
He paid for her to get plastic surgery on her nose to change it so nobody would ever recognize who she used to be. He also had altered her vocal cords while she was unconscious so her voice was lower than it used to be. He also made it to where she always died her hair blonde, and grew it kind of long -- down to her lower back.
He even didn't recognize her anymore. She really was somebody else. He called her Julie.
He took her out on the town a few times, and people stared because her tits were so big. But she had fun, and he had fun, and they started a social group of people that liked each other. They had bar-b-q's and camping trips and rafting and fishing and sailing trips, and cruise trips, and SCUBA trips, and birdwatching trips, and jungle expeditions to Costa Rica. They made funny home movies and they made their own private porno collection, because she was so good at it.
Nothing bad ever happened to them, and they died after they turned 80. They died together in each other's arms. As they got older, before they were eighty, they got old-looking, but she still had big tits so he still came. She had weird metabolism traits and stayed thin and didn't get fat like most old women. He died happy. She was always nice and funny towards him.