The CEO’s Daughter
Chapter 5
The next few days were relatively normal, as we waited for Helen’s conditioning to kick in. Ashley was doing everything she could at work to avoid me, which was fine by me, and from what I could tell she had not only stopped gossiping about me, but about anyone. Mike was still monitoring this project, but he had also gone back to working on his other research.
Then Thursday night Helen had started unconsciously speaking into her phone when alone, which was actually a lot of the time. Most of it was pretty dull, but according to Mike some of it was a bit concerning about Ashley. “She’s starting to realize that there’s something wrong with her daughter lately,” he said, as we were getting ready for bed. “Even if we keep things as they are from now on I’m pretty sure that she’s going to find out, and then I don’t know what will happen, but it won’t be good for either of us. She’s a smart woman.”
“What do you suggest?” I said, growing fearful. “I know she’s single, but I still don’t think making her all horny like Ashley is a good idea.”
“No, definitely not that,” said Mike. I have an idea, what do you think of these changes? It’s in addition to the existing one about talking when no one is around. Mike showed me his list for my CEO:
- Helen will feel tense and uncomfortable whenever she thinks about Ashley
- Whenever she communicates with her daughter, she will feel upset and angry towards her
- Whenever Helen starts to think anything positive about Ashley her memories will bring up times that her daughter did things to disappoint her, memories from before we had started the changes to Ashley
- Any time she notices Ashley dressing or acting slutty, she will times from before our modifications to her daughter when Ashley was dressed or acted slutty then too
“You can make these kinds of changes?” I asked. “I thought some of this was ‘mind control’ that wouldn’t work?”
“All this data on Ashley has really helped me refine this all. Although we should still probably wait until Monday to roll out phase 2 to Ashley,” he replied.
Friday through the whole weekend continued to feel a lot more like we had started this whole project. Ashley though had taken to just avoiding being social entirely, something that her friends were definitely noticing, but she didn’t care. She wanted to get to the root of what was happening.
Unfortunately for her the research wasn’t getting anywhere. The work Mike was doing was just completely unpublished. She didn’t even pay attention to what Mike’s job was, which we could tell from her inner thoughts being spoken was mostly a case of her not thinking that he was really relevant at all. It’s like she couldn’t see Mike as anything as my “fag to ass fuck”, as she put it, as opposed to the man I was in a full partnership with.
By Sunday morning Mike had his new list describing the changes he wanted to make to Ashley. They included a number of trigger phrases to change her state, keyed into only mine and Mike’s voices:
- “Bitch, enter phase 2” would deactivate her old modifications. “Bitch, enter phase 1” would bring her back to them, mostly as a safety precaution in case something when wrong with these new modifications, although all the new trigger phrases would remain in place either way.
- “Bitch, shut up” would close up her throat, making her unable to make anything to the tiniest of choking sounds. She would be able to breathe normally as long as she didn’t try too hard to speak, but trying to talk would make breathing basically impossible, and could cause her to out if she tried to hard. Trying to write anything would also cause her muscles in her hands to cramp up in a similar way. “Bitch, you may speak” would end this
- “Bitch, freeze” would cause her to stop and hold the position wherever she was but still let her speak normally. We could also move her limbs and body around and she wouldn’t resist us, but she would resist anyone else trying to move her. “Bitch, move” would let her move normally again.
- Her old honesty modification would now only apply to speaking to me and Mike.
- Trying to say anything bad about or anything that might hurt us in any way to anyone else would cause her to start attacking her nipples in the same way as her honesty modification.
- Trying to physically hurt us in any way would cause horrible, incapacitating pain throughout her, potentially causing her to black out if she kept fighting it. She could think about hurting us all she wanted, but the moment that she started the intention to actually do anything that would, no matter how indirectly, the pain would kick in, and last until some time after she stopped that intention.
- “Bitch, cum” would make her cum forcefully, and hard, and keep going until one of us said “Bitch, shut your legs.” Mike didn’t think her orgasms would last indefinitely and probably wouldn’t do much if she wasn’t already really horny, but he was curious to try it. Unless she was ordered to her old modification denying her orgasms were still in place.
A separate list was the phase 2 modifications in place that didn’t involve me or Mike:
- While speaking to her friends, family, or coworkers, not including me, she wouldn’t hold back anymore her reactions to their faces. She could still lie to them, but she couldn’t lie to make them want to like her more. This included, of course, her mother.
- She would be fine with going into her office, but actually doing any work there would become almost impossible. Her mind would just drift to whatever she would rather be doing instead, and it would be incredibly draining to even get through a few minutes of writing a work email or phone call.
I looked over this list, at first excited, and then concerned. “Are we sure we want to do this?” I asked.
Mike showed me some transcripts he had made of Ashley’s unconscious thoughts about not just us, but her coworkers as well. They were full of incredibly insulting comments about people’s weight, personal hygiene, ancestry, social class, disabilities, both perceived and real, and all sorts of other nasty things about basically everyone she worked with, except for the people that were clear she didn’t even existed.
“Ok, I see your point,” I said. “Let’s get this bitch.”
The next day I went into the office, and Mike stayed home to monitor. I tried to work until Ashley got in, but I was very distracted thinking about this new phase. Once she did get in, I waited for her to get settled in to her office, and then went up to her office, and knocked.
“What is it now?” asked Ashley, both angry at me, but also with a tinge of fear in her voice. It had been almost a week since she had orgasmed in here in front of me, and she didn’t know what was going to happen next.
I walked in and closed the door behind me without getting permission to enter and pulled up her other chair to sit in front of her desk, looking her in the eyes. “Bitch, enter phase 2” I said, coldly.
“What the fuck did you say to me?” said Ashley, furious.
I smiled. “You’ll see soon enough” I said, as I stepped out of the office.
Ashley was furious, and got up immediately to go see her mom, the CEO, in her office. She barged right in while Helen was on a phone call. “What is it, I’m busy,” said Helen, with a lot more anger than she used to have for her daughter.
“Mom, I don’t care who you’re talking to, this is more important. You see…” said Ashley, as she started pinching and squeezing her own nipples.
“I have to go,” Helen quickly said, before handing up the phone. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How did I raise a complete psycho slut like you?” said the CEO, raising her voice loud that some of her staff could hear her.
Ashley stopped twisting her nipples. “You frigid bitch. Just because you haven’t been laid since dad left you doesn’t make me a slut,” she also yelled back, enough that those same employees could also hear her.
“You’re on thin ice. I never should have hired you,” said Helen, her voice getting lowered. “I’m giving you one more chance, go home, and then tomorrow if you can come back with at least some amount of respect I may, I repeat may, let you keep this job, but there will definitely be some changes around here.”
“Fuck you, Mom. I’m not going anywhere. I’m finally standing up to you, and I’m not going to let you just brush me aside like you have in the past.”
“Ok, that’s it,” said Helen. “You leave me no choice. You’re fired. Go clean out your things. And don’t expect me to help you out with your bills either, I’m not even sure I want you as a daughter at all anymore.”
Ashley’s eyes went wide. She stormed out of her mom’s office without saying anything and went to her own.
I went over to Ashley’s office, with a box in my hand. “Look, I know that we haven’t gotten along well before, but that’s not important right now. Let me help you get your things together.”
I could see Ashley actually crying. “What the hell is wrong with me, Jason?” she said.
“I don’t know,” I said, lying, and actually feeling a touch of guilt for this monster. “Here, I know you don’t have your own cellphone, I’m not supposed to let you, but you can keep using your work phone for at least a few days.”
“Really?” she said, looking at me. “Thanks.”
“Also, you don’t look like you’re in any state to drive right now. Mind if I drive you home? I can help you pick up your car later once you’re in a better mental state,” I said. I saw that she had finished packing up the box I had brought. “Here, let me hold that.”
Ashley started to say something, and then her hands started reaching for her nipples. “Fine, you can give me a ride if you really want. Just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean we’re suddenly friends.”
I smiled, my guilt going away after that comment reminding me of who Ashley really was. “I wouldn’t want to be. Anyway, lets go.” I said, bringing out her box of things to my car, with Ashley following.
I put the box in my trunk, and then headed over to the driver’s seat, while Ashley got over to get into the enger’s seat. I quickly texted Mike Ashley’s address.
I got in the car and started to drive. “Don’t you need my address or something?” asked Ashley.
“Nope, I already knew it from your file,” I said, smiling a not so friendly smile.
“Wait, what? And what did you mean earlier about phase 2? What’s going on?” said Ashley, starting to panic, as she reached for her seatbelt.
“Bitch, freeze” I said.
“What the, why can’t I move. What is happening? What did you do to me?” yelled Ashley.
“Keep your voice down before I take that away too,” I said coldly.
“Help, HELP!” Ashley started to scream without moving.
“Bitch, shut up!” I barked at her. I heard a series of gargles come from Ashley, her face starting to turn red, before she relaxed and was able to breathe again. She was a quick study; I’ll give her that.
When I arrived at Ashley’s place Mike was already there. He reached over, and took Ashley’s purse, and carried it with him as he took out her keys to unlock her front door.
“Ok Ashley, listen carefully. I’m going to let you move in a bit but not speak.” I said on the other side of the car, unbuckling her. “If you try to run away or do anything else I don’t like I have a lot of other tricks up my sleave that you don’t know about. Bitch, move.”
Ashley looked like she was about to comply, and then suddenly she was wracked with pain. She lay there convulsing, also gurgling as she tried to scream and thus couldn’t breathe, until she stopped and calmed down. “There, got it out of your system?” I asked.
She nodded, her eyes cast down. I let her out of the car, locked it up, and followed her into her place.
Mike was sitting in a chair in Ashley’s living room, drinking one of her beers when we came in. I closed and locked her front door and pointed to the middle of the living room. “Stand there for a moment.”
Ashley looked around, but seeing no other options right now stood where I had pointed. “Bitch, freeze” I said, before clo all her curtains.
I sat down on her couch looking at her, and motioned Mike to sit next to me. “Listen very carefully Ashley. I’m going to let you speak now so we can talk, I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but if you start to yell or make too much noise, I’ll not only take away your voice again, but I’ll also punish you in ways that you didn’t even know were possible. Bitch, speak.”
“You’re the one that did this to me, didn’t you Jason?” asked Ashley, her voice surprisingly calm.
“Actually, that was more my darling husband here,” I said. “He’s the genius in the relationship.” I said, kissing Mike on the cheek.
“I thought you were gay. But you made me do all those sexual things. What do you want from me?” asked Ashley.