Welcome to Luna City, Parker O'Brien

Another render by 4321Sleep, showing Parker O'Brien, another upcoming character in The Jericho Files, arriving in Luna City from abroad, Germany to be precise. 

4321Sleep really did an excellent job here, modelling the cab and signage on the door, the background, and I think this is the best render of Parker thus far. I really love her wardrobe that has that sexy, yet 1940's era style noir look to it and gives it a timeless quality.



You can read the latest chapter of the Jericho Files, "The Seven Angels", here:    Jericho Files, The Seven Angels Chapter 7 Part 1It was often joked in the Luna City Police Department that Claudia Novak had a bit of a reputation as a ball-buster. But it wasn’t to compensate for her beauty, or her ego, or reputation. Claudia had become intimate with death at a young age.Life had not been at all easy for her, growing up in what had then been Yugoslavia under the strongman Marshal Tito, but it was a life regardless. In 1988, what had been the country she knew finally came apart at the seams. After Tito’s death, a power struggle occurred as the Serbians attempted to assume control, then the Croatians, Bosniaks and Albanians rebelled. Things fell apart, region turned against region, town turned against town, and neighbors turned against neighbors as not just a matter of who was what, but also just for basic things like water and food as it all descended into anarchy. The Serbs called for the Soviets to intervene, and they did, but soon the conflict drew in the Italians. The Americans and British not long after followed, and on one fateful day in August, at a disputed border region with Croatians on one side and Serbians on the other, a U.S. Marine MEF unit and a Soviet Guards tank army unit came to bloody blows. What had been the “War of the Balkans”, ironically not like an incident that happened in 1914, soon spiraled out of control into what became “The War of ‘88”, or World War 3, another conflict that, like the two previous World Wars, raged across the entire globe.Claudia and what members of her family could escape chose to, leaving the home and country they had once known behind. Claudia made her first kill with a knife against a Serbian gunman who had tried to rape her, and it would not be the last either. Her mother was not as lucky, while her father barely escaped with her. Her sister was nearly comatose from the horrors she witnessed, but survived. Her brother vowed to stay and fight, and protect her elder grandmother who was too ill to travel. She never heard from her brother, nor grandmother again.The War of ’88 finally petered out in a bloody and fiery conclusion in the beginning of 1989, with the Warsaw Pact and the USSR finally collapsing into anarchy as NATO counterattacked and pushed east, but not before several nuclear bombs fell. The Balkans remained a broken anarchy of feuding ethnic and warlord states, much like the former USSR. With all this, Claudia, who had learned to speak very good English at the university she had attended before the War, did only what she could do. She and her remaining family immigrated to America, and settled down into what they could of a new life. Her family came to Luna City, on the U.S. East Coast in Maryland, where she dedicated her life in the new country she called home to enforcing law and order, first as a police officer, and then as a detective.Luna City was a bustling metropolis with it’s own unique culture, history and impressive architecture, with many museums, colleges, and theaters. But by night, it’s own shadow came to bear. Violent street gangs, ruthless crime syndicates, drugs, prostitution…one had to harden one’s self to all this, and Claudia was no stranger to violence. Perhaps she became too hardened, as the stress seemed to take a strain on her…until someone, she couldn’t remember who exactly, suggested a weekend retreat to a wonderful spa, run by something known simply as the Institute.Her memories of what came next were a blur. She remembered…what did she remember exactly? She remembered this wonderful pool that stretched on for seemingly infinity, floating in the pool, sinking into it’s wonderful depths, floating in that darkness, breathing the gas that made her feel so very relaxed. The soft, wonderful whispers that seeped into the recesses of her mind, whispering to her to relax, to let go of all fear, hatred, worries, anxieties, and to serve the Institute. To surrender to the Institute. To obey the Institute, and to think of nothing else. To think only of, and seeing the spiral. Yes…that wonderful spiral that drew ever inward, into eternity. Do not think. No thought. No will. Focus, sleep, listen…and obey. Always obey.Then other stimulations came. Pleasure…such sweet, wonderful pleasure, to her mind, to her body. It was her Reward, for Obedience. Something her subconscious would learn well, that Pleasure could be earned through Obedience to the Institute. Obedience WAS Pleasure, and Bliss, a state of being she would know whenever she answered the call of the Institute. And so, on that morning in the morgue, a call came from a number on Detective Claudia Novak’s cellphone that she didn’t quite know, but some part of her brain told her, compelled her to answer, away from the others in the morgue.“Detective Novak speaking.”“Hello, Detective Novak. The icy waters run very long, dark, and deep.” The voice was like a purr, smoothly reaching into and tugging the inner depths of her mind.All thought ceased within Claudia. Her eyes glazed over as all became bliss, and peaceful, and obedient. She replied with her own hypnotically programmed mantra quietly into her cellphone, the hand that held it as rigid as her body itself. “And my mind slips into the icy waters, and sleeps.”“Very good Claudia. Are you standing away from your friends?”“Yes, I am standing away,” she spoke robotically, like the obedient drone she now was. “Are you ready to obey your orders?”“Yes, I hear, and I obey.”“Is Mr. Saito, and Miss O’Brien with you?”“Yes.“Good. You will now listen to your instructions…”And so, Claudia as dutifully commanded, had led Patty to the “Espresso Heaven” coffee place, an establishment that other women who had come to serve the Institute had been led to before. When the tinkling bells above the door to the VIP section gave that heavenly ring, it started Claudia’s descent back into that wonderful depth her consciousness resided in whenever she was compelled to serve the institute.After her friend Patty had been drugged and hypnotized by the women of the Institute, and carefully strapped to a gurney, they were both loaded into a nondescript van. Claudia had been rewarded for her obedience, her body flush with heat, pleasure and desire. She had to reach down her skirt again, to alleviate the pleasure and desire still flowing from deep between her legs. She still moaned aloud her desire, oblivious to the world, oblivious to Patricia who was in a drugged, deep hypnotic sleep and strapped to a gurney. The van arrived to it’s destination, an underground garage where several men, who were masked and wore goggles just like the ones who attended to Patty, waited with another gurney. Claudia was lifted without resistance onto this gurney and strapped down as well. Claudia did not resist, her mind informing her again that it was all for the Institute, and Obedience was not just Pleasure, Obedience was Good. ===========================Now, Claudia was lying on what appeared to be a long exam table, her beautiful body carefully stripped of all clothing including her badge and sidearm. The soft insulation of the table felt cold against her skin, but she did not mind, nor did she mind the soft gentle caress of the air blowing against her bountiful breasts, nude curves and long legs from the overhead vents. The chamber she now lay within was metallic and sterile, save for banks of electronics with screens that displayed a full 3D model of her gorgeous face, her body, and another of her mind with various readouts of her brainwaves. Multiple small EKG-style electrodes were now attached to her scalp, both monitoring her mind and sending electrical stimulus to various parts of it. Above her, a large video screen displayed a multicolored spiral that spun, end over end, drawing her hazel eyes to it’s center. At the center of the screen was a bright, single speck of light that pulsated faintly in a distinct pattern. The lights of the video screen bathed her sensuous face in a variety of lost colors, as she stared on, helplessly.But the one distinct thing that was evident, was the presence of what appeared to be a small, faintly glittering piercing on her supple body. It appeared to the naked eye as a simple reflective piercing on her navel. Claudia seemed wholly unaware of anything as she stared up helplessly, endlessly into the glowing spiral.The Silver-Haired Man stepped closer to the prone form of Claudia on the table, smiling as he casually took a long draw on his cigar and blew the smoke sideways, away from the beautiful woman that now lay hypnotized on the table. “Claudia, do you hear me? Are you with us?”“Yes Master. I hear and I obey. I await your orders,” Claudia said in a near whisper back, her Croatian accent trailing it. Like before when she had been activated over the phone, her voice was unemotional, robotic, like the obedient drone she now was. Next to her, the hypnotized, nanite-enhanced woman-turned-obedient drone Olivia stood, carefully observing various readouts on a bank of monitors, the lights reflecting off the body-silhouetting form of her own metallic bodysuit.The Silver-Haired Man nodded. “Good. You did well to bring Miss O’Brien to us. Perfectly, in fact. You are to be…rewarded.” The man drew his fingers to a console with readouts and several buttons on it, and after a few deliberate taps, pressed one more button on the panel…Claudia’s entire nude form arched, her breasts and clit thrusting upward, moaning aloud her desire as a powerful electrical stimulus flowed out from the control chip attached to her navel, alighting every nerve cluster and erogenous zone on her body as it spread outward, the pulses sending mind-numbing waves of pleasure directly to her brain. The graph readouts on the monitors categorized this as other readouts showed her mind and body’s reaction to the powerful stimulus flowing from the deceptively innocent-looking control chip disguised as jewelry on her being. She writhed further, panting and moaning before it ended and her lovely form fell back on the exam table.The Silver-Haired Man smiled, admiring…no, aroused at the sight of yet another gorgeous woman, one who appeared so aggressive and confident to the outside world, to be now nothing more but another obedient, submissive slave ready to undergo further programming. “I do believe you’ve earned yourself a bonus, my dear,” he stated, and pressed a button on the console again…inciting another arching of her body as though she were possessed, yet her expression was one of utter orgasmic bliss with her lips parted as she felt the reward of obedience to her masters again. She continued to stare helplessly, yet blissfully into the never-ending colorful spiral that spun, end over end, over end…The Silver-Haired Man’s own arousal at this hypnotized woman’s reaction to yet another reward for her own hypnotized obedience was rudely interrupted by a loud clearing of one’s throat. The Silver-Haired Man turned with an annoyed look to see the equally annoyed spectacled look of none other than the Horned Glasses Man, standing alone with his spectacles faintly glinting from the graphs and electronic light displays within the sterile air-conditioned room. Next to him stood the Horned-Glasses Man’s own nanite-enhanced “assistant”, Lucy, dressed again in her own metallic bodysuit, the outfit doing well to show her own curvaceous physique as her eyes stared forward into space.“If you’re done playing with your pretty toy, remember we have much bigger fish to fry,” the Horned-Glasses Man stated with just a hint of impatience.The Silver-Haired Man sighed. “And if you were to finally have some surgery to deal with that certain object stuck in your posterior, you would find sessions like this far more enjoyable.”The Horned-Glasses Man cooly regarded his opposite. “I have my own form of enjoyment, in my own time…” He turned his head to regard Lucy, and cupped her delicate chin to turn her enthralled gaze to him. “You perform admirably well in that regard, don’t you, my dear Lucy?”“Yes Master, I serve and obey,” Lucy noted softly, her soft brown eyes wide and obedient.The hint of a smile appeared on the Horned Glasses Man as he raised a small remote and pressed a button. “Yes, you do.” Lucy’s entire shapely body stiffened, her own eyes rolling upwards as she moaned aloud her pleasure from the thousands of nanites in her body and mind stimulating every sensory nerve within her.The Horned Glasses Man let go of the button on the remote, releasing Lucy from her sheer ecstasy. The almond-skinned woman’s head fell forward, face flushed, breathing heavily before raising her chin and staring once again into space. The spectacled man turned to his opposite with a look of sublime satisfaction. “See?”“Perhaps so. But I anticipate our dear Miss O’Brien will be a far more satisfying and delectable dish to be sure. One can only imagine how delicious she’ll be.”The Horned Glasses Man glared with annoyance. “Please, spare the Irish food puns?”The Silver-Haired Man shrugged. “You started it, and please note I said nothing about potatoes until now.” The other man rolled his eyes in reply.“Olivia, give our dear Detective her usual post-hypnotic instructions and programmed memories, then join us in Observation.” With that, the two men and the entranced Lucy strode out of the chamber.“Yes Master, I hear and obey,” Olivia noted softly. Her own enthralled, and equally enthralling dark eyes glowed momentarily from the nanites within her mind and body just like Lucy, as signals emanated from her nanite-enhanced mind, traveling down her bodysuit-encased slender limbs, down to her slender fingers that made direct contact with the display. Without moving a finger, programs were selected, edited, and started within the system. Wordlessly, Olivia turned and strode robotically from the chamber as Claudia moaned and gasped on the table from the immense pleasure flooding her mind again, making her once again open and willing to reprogramming from the various devices now attached to her slender body.OBEY YOUR PROGRAMMING. YOU WISH TO OBEY. YOU SERVE TO OBEY. OBEY THE INSTITUTE. THE INSTITUTE IS MASTER. THE INSTITUTE IS ALL. YOU WILL OBEY. OBEY. OBEY….“I obey…” ================================,Within the Observation Room that sat behind the one-way glass facing the Institute’s “ballet studio”, Patricia O’Brien, still in a subconscious state, was carefully laid into a special chair by the four women of the Omniguard…Jessica, Diana, Melissa and Scarlet. The chair was not unlike the one that Erica Garnier had in her apartment, the very same kind of “chair” that had been used to brainwash and reprogram so many other women who now served the Institute. Patty had already been carefully stripped of all her clothing, purse, jewelry and heels, including her hidden weapons. Her feet were carefully fitted into the electropad sensors at the foot of the chair, hands also carefully fitted into the other electropad sensors on the armrests, before her head was gently laid back against the headrest. Twin speakers slowly came forward with a faint buzz of motors to sit on either side of her head, almost encasing her delicate ears. Several EKG leads and wired sensors were then gently attached to her scalp. Throughout all this, Patty’s eyes remained closed, along with the gentle rise and fall of her naked bosom indicating she was still drugged and in a trance.Had Patty been awake, she would have seen the deceptively-calming interior of the ballet studio with its winter-themed deco. Standing within were the Angels, minus Erica. Lily, Phoebe, Madeline, Camille, Shelly and Brittany stood, relaxed. Each now wore a form-fitting, long-sleeved dancers outfit with a wraparound skirt over a black leotard, with matching ballet shoes. Each of them was in a deep hypnotic trance, their eyes closed as their faces had fallen slightly forward into their gently heaving and sighing bosoms, awaiting orders and instructions.“I know you ladies have done this many times before, but do be careful, yes?” The German-accented voice emanated from a studious looking man in his mid-forties with graying hair that matched his eyes behind a thin pair of spectacles. He stood not far from Patty and the Omniguard in the Observation area, wearing a nondescript lab coat as he tapped away several time on an electronic datapad. Next to him, dressed more elegantly and seductively in glittering minidresses were two women. One was a tall, leggy Caucasian blonde with shimmering blonde hair that was matched by her deeply tanned skin. The other was a slender dark-haired, dark eyed beauty of Indian ethnicity with highly toned legs. Like many of the women now standing in Observation, they too wore sensuous faces whose expressions were devoid of emotion, staring off into eternity, awaiting a command from the man in the lab coat.The man in the lab coat walked up to Patricia who remained seated, eyes closed in the programming chair. He studied her momentarily, impassively like a student examining a specimen on a table, before he took out an exam light from his pocket and, with a thumb and forefinger, carefully opened and examined each of her eyes. Nodding, he then pocketed the light and drew out a stethoscope that he clinically pressed against her left breast, checking for her heartbeat before sparing a glance at the patient monitors. Satisfied, he stepped away. “Is she ready, Doctor?” The voice came with a hint of impatience. The man in the coat turned to see The Silver Haired Man, the Horned Glasses Man, and Lucy striding into the room. After a moment, Oliva also entered the chamber, her own movements as precise and robotic as Lucy’s.“Of course, good sirs. Always trust the Doctor,” the man replied with a smile, which seemed to garner little more than a near eye-roll from the two other men in reply. “Honestly, look at what we’ve all accomplished thus far? Between my applied genius, and your resources, we are very much on schedule…ah, in spite of some recent ‘hiccups’ of course.” He turned to the two mesmerized beauties who stood by him. “My methods have been thoroughly tested time and again, starting with these two lovely women. Bethany and Anika were in fact quite instrumental in ‘fine-tuning’ my methods, and are living proof of its success.” He came beside them and brushed away each of their hair slightly, fondly, as the women continued to stand rigid like frozen dolls. “You are content with your current state under my care…aren’t you my dears…?”“Yes Doctor, most content,” Bethany noted softly, continuing to stare into nothingness.“Yes Doctor…very content,” Anika’s accented voice also spoke, her expression the same as Bethany’s.The Doctor spared another glance at the lovely form of Patty resting in the chair. “I admit I’m surprised however…the various levels of programming and conditioning you have planned for this woman, in the matter of so many hours? I would advise caution.”“Your advice is noted, Doctor,” a commanding feminine voice came from the other side of Observation. In strode the Tall Woman, a flowing white, sheer dress draped over her stunning frame that stood out from under the material. Her heels clicked enticingly against the floor before she came to a stop beside the sitting form of Patricia. She brought a slender hand up to gently stroke Patricia’s chin, her ice blue eyes looking her over from head to toe before training them on the Doctor. “Nonetheless, her programming will proceed as noted. She is not just another mere subject, ladies and gentlemen. This woman possesses an incalculable power that will benefit the project. More than that, she is to be our magnum opus.” She pulled her hand away and let her eyes focus on the Doctor, who seemed to fidget ever so slightly under her icy gaze. “So, I trust there will be no complications?”“I…do not foresee any, Madame. In fact, from what we were able to analyze of her background, particularly as one of the most successful subjects of the Nightingale Project, I suspect she in fact will react rather positively to some aspects of her programming, assuming we take the correct steps, and do so carefully.”The Tall Woman seemed to think for a moment, then nod imperceptibly. “Caution it is. Her will is quite formidable by all accounts…but it can be molded to our whims, all the same.” That last sentence seemed to bring a smile to her face, before she turned and strode out of the room. “You may proceed, I will of course be watching from my own personal chambers,” she spoke over her shoulder as she left, the motion-detector door opening and closing behind her.The Doctor looked at the readings on the various monitors, then turned to the other two men in the room. “Well gentlemen, everything appears to be in order. I shall be in my own chamber then, call me if you need me? Bethany, Anika, come.”“Yes Master,” the two women spoke in unison as they followed the Doctor in a robotic, uniform fashion, their own heels clicking against the floor as they left.The Silver-Haired Man turned to the Horned-Glasses Man, who nodded, then to Melody, Anna and Nadia who stood nearby. “Melody, Anna, Nadia, you will take your positions around Patricia for Phase One. Diana, Jessica, Melissa, Scarlett…. you will stand by for Phase Two.”“Yes Master,” they intoned in unison, taking positions. Meanwhile, Lucy and Olivia sat at their consoles, unmoving like still puppets, awaiting their orders from their masters.“Lucy, Olivia…proceed with Phase One.”=========================Within her chamber, the Tall Woman leaned on a chair, her hands dipping in water before bringing them to gently begin molding a tall piece of soft clay. Her compelling ice-blue eyes switched between the goings-on in the laboratory-“ballet studio”, and her newest clay sculpture as her slender fingers began to shape the material at hand.We always begin with the basic outline…the form, of which the work of art itself will begin to take shape, she idly thought as she began to give life to her newest work of art.=======================================================Patty’s mind felt like she was floating in an endless abyss. For a while, she saw, heard, and knew nothing, other than the faint realization in the depths of her mind that she had been deeply hypnotized by the women of the Institute…then…taken somewhere? It dimly felt like she was indeed naked now, her clothing, heels, purse and weapons stripped. She continued to float in the darkness, until a voice spoke.“Patricia, the Institute commands you to open your eyes.”The voice seemed familiar. Melody’s? Her voice was enticing, compelling…and another voice spoke in her mind, that it must be obeyed. She felt the invisible strings beginning to pull at her consciousness. Dimly, she opened her eyes…only to see what appeared to be a lit, well-furnished, professional looking ballet studio through a wall of glass. Inside were a row of beautiful women silhouetted in dancers outfits, ballet dancers by the look of them. Each appeared to be standing at attention, yet with their eyes closed seemingly in a trance. Another part of Patty’s mind registered their faces, then remembered who they were: Phoebe, Madeline, Brittany, Shelley, Camille and Lily. The Angels, minus Erica.,,,She then felt what she assumed were a pair of earbuds fitted to the delicate shells of her ears. Soon, her mind was filled with the tones of classical music, the strokes of violines and the lilting notes of flutes. The lyrical tones lulled and enticed her…and yet, she felt something almost underneath the instrumental notes, something that seemed to bypass any thought and pierce the inner depths of her mind…Relax…. focus…. listen…OBEY.As though on command, the six women in the ballet studio opened their eyes in unison. They began to elongate their limbs, then gently began to pirouette across the studio floor, their movements like perfect clockwork, in complete synchronization. Their movements flowed like the gentle icy waters of a mountain stream…. rhythmic…hypnotic…Patty’s eyes felt so tired…like she wanted to sleep again. But I’m already asleep, a part of her mind thought, because I’m so very deeply hypnotized…and I must….I must…Focus….OBEY.A gentle, yet enticing stimulus began to flow through her, starting from her feet and hands, tingling through her body, into her central nervous system, flowing into her mind. It touched and stroked the pleasure areas of her brain. It all…felt…so GOOD.“Patricia, do you hear me?” Patty dully registered the voice again, of Melody. The voice, like her name, felt so caressing upon her ears, her mind…“Yesss…” Patricia whispered, her eyes focused on the beautiful, dancing women before her, the musical notes of the waltz lilting through her ears and into her mind. Her mind itself was devoid of thought, only of what she saw, and heard. What THEY wanted her to see, and hear…“Excellent Patricia, watch the beautiful Angels. Watch, listen, and focus.”Patricia did so, as the Angels in perfect synchronicity continued to move, flow and dance like sensuous water through a gentle stream. Flowing…dancing…moving…swirling…flowing…“Listen, and focus, Patricia,” Melody purred as she brought her slender fingers to gently caress Patty’s temples as she continued to watch the sensuous dance of the Angels.“Focus, and obey,” Anna whispered, her whisper like a lover’s caress as she let her fingers glide along one of Patty’s slender arms.“Obey…and become one of US, Patricia,” Nadia cooed softly as she too let her fingers glide in a caress along Patty’s other arm.Patty stared helplessly, completely enthralled by the graceful, hypnotic movements of the six beautiful women dancing slowly, elegantly in the studio before her. The sounds of gentle, lulling musical notes emitted through the speakers, in tune with the movement of the six hypnotic and hypnotized ballerinas, the sound flowing through Patty’s ears and deeply into her own subconscious, it carrying an undertone of various commands that began to imprint into her mind.Sleep…Focus…Listen…OBEY.“Yes Patricia…you have no thoughts, you have no will…only to focus, listen and obey,” Melody, like her namesake let her own compelling voice glide along with the music and the dance. Soon, a large plasma screen that stood behind the dancing angels in the studio came to life, displaying a wintery scene of snow-capped mountains, ice and snow around a gentle brook…but then, what seemed like a multitude of snowflakes began to fall, filling up the screen, so many snowflakes, falling, each spinning like a wonderful spiral, end over end, over end, over end…“Patricia, do you see the lovely snow, the gentle, falling, spiraling snow…?”“Yes.”“Look closer Patricia….see the snowflakes, see the spirals within. See the spirals, follow the spirals, watch them…go into them…so many beautiful spirals.”“Yes.” There were indeed so many snowflakes, each one as hypnotically beautiful as the Angels who continued to dance, and just like the Angels, they too turned around and around, drawing in Patty’s focus…yes, that is what she needed to continue to do, to focus….“Very good Patricia…you are so deeply hypnotized now. No thought, no will, nothing will break you from this wonderful sleep unless we the Institute say so. Your eyes are open, yet your mind deeply asleep. You are floating with the beautiful angels now, Patricia, floating with them, on a set of lovely soft, silky clouds, completely floating. Lost in the spirals of the snow. Complete and utter bliss, Patricia.”“Yes,” Patricia whispered, her eyes completely glazed as she stared at the beautiful dancers and the hypnotic scene of snow they danced across.“Yes, very good Patricia. Now, you will answer all that we wish to know. You will answer our questions truthfully, honestly, and without obfuscation, or hesitation. Do you understand?”Patricia stared forward, her mind a blissful void. “Yes, I understand.”With that, Melody, Anna and Nadia stepped back from their tender ministrations of Patty’s body and mind, and turned and neatly snapped to attention when they faced the Horned-Glasses Man and the Silver-Haired Man.“She is now fully hypnotized, Master,” Melody spoke. “She is ready for interrogation.”Both men nodded with satisfaction. The Silver-Haired Man pressed a button on the remote he carried, and soon within the studio beyond the lab, the graceful ballerinas all came to a stop, turned and stood to stare at the hypnotic screen of snowflake spirals.“Melody, Anna, Nadia, you have done well, you will proceed to the Heavenly Cloud, then await further orders.“Yes Master,” the three women spoke in unison, then walked purposefully, in synchronic single-file toward a door, then through to beyond. After which the two men turned their attention to Patricia who continued to gaze forward in her conditioning chair, completely entranced.“Patricia, we will ask you question, and you will answer, do you understand?”“Yes, I understand.”===========================In her chamber, the Tall Woman smiled as her wet fingers glided over the wet clay, forming shapes and crevices as the image began to take shape of what she exactly intended. Next to her, the monitor showed an image of the naked, entranced Patricia undergoing interrogation by the two men. Both asked her questions of herself, of Jericho Saito, and Erica Garnier. The entranced woman’s answers were crisp, complete and thorough. All seemed to go according to plan…until a significant detail came to light.“Erica appeared to respond via post-hypnotic suggestions to the musical notes coming from the music box,” Patricia spoke in response to another question of what had occurred last night. At that, nearly everything seemed to come to a halt.“WHAT MUSIC BOX?!” The two men shouted in near unison. The Tall Woman herself stopped her work on the clay sculpture and stared intently at the screen.“It was by appearance an antique carved wooden music box of a ballerina, and a mechanical tune that Erica had with her,” Patty replied in a monotone voice. “She seemed to go into a trance whenever it would play. Jericho stated he had seen the particular designs on it before, possibly from Eastern Europe. It was about the same time the Shadows appeared.”"Shadows??”“Yes. An unknown entity that appeared to consist of shadow, attempted to attack us…but Erica somehow repelled it.”The two men said nothing for a moment, before they turned to the camera by which the Tall Woman watched them. “You heard all that?”“Yes…. continue with the interrogation.”“But…”“Continue with the interrogation! We continue to follow the plan…for now.” The Tall Woman fumed as she hit the “mute” button on the control panel by the monitor. She paused, thinking to herself a moment, then went back to adding further touches to her creation…==================================“Dammit to hell,” The Silver-Haired Man growled. “This throws a monkey wrench into everything.”“There was supposed to be a clean sweep of the previous controllers, no survivors,” the Horned-Glasses man hissed, his usual stoicism beginning to give way before he caught himself. “It seems there was a not-so-clean sweep after all…and these, Shadows. What do they mean by that?”An uncomfortable silence hung in the lab, punctuated by the faint whine and hum of various instruments. Patricia continued to sit in her chair, as Lucy and Olivia continued to read and watch various instrument readouts. Beyond in the lab, the ballerinas continued to watch, mesmerized by the same video of spiraling snow that enthralled Patricia. Nearby, the four women of the Omniguard also stood, like silent sentinels, awaiting a command from their Masters. The silence felt deafening.The two men heard the sound of a new set of heels clicking against the floor, and turned to see Emma walking robotically into the room. She again wore another minidress and heels, this time the same color as her crimson hair, while several bits of “jewelry” in the form of earrings, wrist and ankle bracelets shimmered momentarily, disguising the control chips that continued to send hypnotic signal into her receptive mind. She came to a stop, heels clicking together, eyes devoid of expression as she stood ramrod straight, a small piece of stationary in her left hand. “Master, I have an urgent message for you.” Her voice was as devoid of expression as her eyes as she presented the note to the Silver-Haired Man, who took it and began to read it.“What is it?” The Tall Woman queried over the intercom.The Silver-Haired Man frowned, then spared a glance at the Horned-Glasses Man. “A situation with one of our field agents. Nothing critical, but needs to be addressed immediately. We’ll handle it.” He nodded to his alternate, who turned to the four women of the Omniguard.“Omniguard, you shall proceed with Phase Two. Emma, you may return to your duties.” An intercom button was then pressed. “Angels, you have done well, you shall now proceed to your Heavenly Cloud.”“Yes Master,” the four women spoke in unison, before turning to Patricia who remained sitting, mesmerized in the chair.“I hear, and I obey,” Emma spoke before turning a full 180 degrees with another snap of her heels and exiting the room with the same entranced precision as she had entered.“We hear and obey,” The Angels all spoke in unison before pivoting in unison and walking single-file out of the faux ballet studio.“A pity we can’t stay to watch the rest of the show,” The Silver-Haired Man muttered as he and the Horned-Glasses Man walked out of the room, leaving the Omniguard with Patricia.=================================Patty felt the chair she was completely relaxed in begin to fall back, taking her gaze away from the image of falling spiral snowflakes against the wintery landscape on the video screen, to the rather nondescript ceiling as motors in the chair silently whirred. Her legs were raised until her entire body was completely level. Soon, she saw what looked like a clear visor of sorts set within a slim metallic frame come into her field of vision, held by the Omniguard woman Scarlet Thin circular sensors appeared to be set into the frame’s temples as Scarlet carefully lowered and fitted the visor onto Patty’s face.,“Relax, and continue to watch, and focus Patricia, all will be clear,” Scarlet intoned, before she tapped a small button on the side of the visor. Patricia gasped as a pulse of energy flowed from the twin sensor of the visor directly into her mind, as the visor itself flared to life, displaying a swirling vortex of crimson color that sucked her focus immediately into it’s endless center. Just at the edge of her peripheral vision, words appeared:Patricia breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling as she felt so many more sensations now coursing through her body and mind. As she felt pulses of energy traveling directly through her temples, through her mind into the higher echelons of her cerebral cortex, into the pleasure centers of her brain, images and words flashed at the center of the vortexes in the visor….images and words that bypassed her mind and were directly absorbed into her subconscious….You obey the Institute. You belong to the Institute. You are an extension of the Institute. The Institute’s thoughts are your thoughts. The Institute’s will is your will. Never question. Always obey. Obedience is Pleasure. Obedience is Good. You are a good girl. Good girls obey. Good girls always obey the Institute. You will OBEY.Patrica’s impressive bosom continued to rise and fall as she felt the suggestions and commands of the visor imprint into her mind. Unseen by her, the Omniguard each began to disrobe the form fitting, glowing “Angel Armor” bodysuits, slowly and sensually peeling away the clothing along with their undergarments, until each of the four women were completely nude, their incredible physiques in plain view for all and none else to see.“Yes Patricia, relax…focus…and obey,” Scarlet purred as she brought her hands and begins to fondly massage one of Patricia’s bountiful breasts.“It’s wonderful to relax, to listen, and obey,” Diana smiled as she brought her own hands to massage Patricia’s other breast.“It’s wonderful to be part of the Institute, to be like us, to be rewarded when we obey the Institute,” Melissa continued as she brought her own hands to massage Patty abdomen…before she brought hand to reach further down and massage deep between Patty legs, reaching the clit and eliciting moans of pleasure and delight from Patty.“You want to serve the Institute, just like we serve the Institute,” Jessica finished as she two deeply stroked the lower regions of Patty’s body with Melissa. “it is a joy to serve, and obey.”“There is no fear. There is no doubt.”“No pain, no loneliness.”“Simplicity…utter bliss…no weighty thoughts upon the mind. The joy of being an obedient drone.”“Yes. Become one of US, Patricia. JOIN US.”All four women leaned down and began to kiss and stroke Patricia’s body further, eliciting further moans and squeals of delight from Patricia as the electronic signals from the visor continued to flow into her mind, and the images and words imprinted into her brain, transforming her into an obedient slave.“I OBEY,” Patricia cried out with joy as her orgasm climaxed within her, spreading throughout her body as the final obedience protocols were absorbed into her being. Her breath came in ragged gasps…then slowed as the four nude women of the Omniguard gently returned to massaging her body. Soon, new words briefly flashed in the visor filling her vision:===============================“You fool, you stupid FOOL!!”The Silver-Haired Man could barely contain his fury as he spoke into the encrypted two-way vidphone in the enclosed room he and the Horned-Glasses Man occupied. The rest of the interior of this particular sealed room was mostly dark except for the dim light cast from the monitor sitting at the desk, faintly illuminating the two men with long shadows. Set within the monitor screen was the image of a very cross and annoyed, bespectacled Kessler as he spoke with the two men.“Takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Kessler sneered. “Because either you’re that much of a dumbass, or a liar. You didn’t mention anything about the ‘package’ having friends. I just lost THREE ‘handymen’ doing your dirty work!”The two other men stared incredulously. “What the devil do you mean? You had one simple task, to get rid of this one ‘package’, and you FAILED!”“He. Had. Friends. You fucking TWIT!” Kessler’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he continued. “From what I’m able to gather from the observation team, there were three plus a driver. At least two women, and a man, all armed. The man had what looked like an M249 machine gun, while one of the women had real bright hair, like the sun almost. The team said she made some gesture with her hand and the whole damn car went up like a fucking roman candle. So, any of that mean anything to you?”The two other men exchanged glances for a moment. “No.”“Bullshit,” Kessler hissed. “I smell a fucking rat. I hate using such cliché statements, but it fits in this case. I like to think I’m actually a pretty cheerful guy, but trust me when I say, I am not feeling cheerful, AT ALL. So, guess what boys? My price just went up. Fifty percent increase in fees.”“Don’t push it,” the Horned Glasses Man warned cooly.“Nah, I’m not pushing it, I’m just being a proper businessman,” Kessler continued, unfazed. “You wanna try and jerk me around? Then my price goes up…and I want half up front, NOW.”A momentary silence hung in the enclosed room. “Fine, you’ll get what you want. But do it quickly, and soon. Remember what happens to those who become more trouble than they’re worth, Kessler.”Kessler eyeballed the two men through the faint static of the monitor screen momentarily, before smirking mirthlessly. “Careful my friends…that statement runs BOTH ways. I’ll be waiting for your down payment.” With that the screen flickered and went black.“Intolerable. This day just keeps getting worse…and worse,” The Silver Haired Man muttered.“Time to make a backup plan, then.” The Horned-Glasses Man stared off in thought for a moment. “This other party…you think it’s them?“Possibly…?”“Fuck.”===========================Patricia lay relaxed, breathing softly, her green eyes now closed. The visor had been carefully removed from her face by one of the Omniguard, only for Diana to come over with a new device…an earpiece that had an LED light attached to it. Diana carefully and snugly fitted the earpiece onto Patty’s left ear. Within moments the LED light on the earpiece flashed a faint blue, as the device came alive with an audio signal that flowed through Patty’s ear, directly into her mind with a carrier signal that bypassed all other processes and like the images she had seen earlier, imprinted various commands and sensory stimuli into her mind. Patty’s green eyes flew open, gasping momentarily before she relaxed and became still again, sighing with pleasure. She again felt the tendrils of the Institute taking root in her mind, the invisible strings of the puppetmasters latching on to her soul like the obedient drone she now was, or would soon be.“Patricia, rise my dear,” the voice of Melody intoned softly. Restraints came undone electronically on the chair with a slight CLANK. Patty obediently, smoothly rose from the horizontal surface and stood, completely nude except for the earpiece now attached to her left ear with the flashing blue LED light. She now saw the four Omniguard women, Diana, Scarlet, Melissa and Jessica, still nude…and also Melody, Anna and Nadia, each of whom also stood nude as well, and just as glorious.“Patricia, it’s time for you to complete the final Phase, so you may serve the Pythia Institute as one of us. Come, and we will show you to your Heavenly Cloud.”“Yes Melody,” Patty said softly, her long taut legs strutting with precision and a dancer’s grace as she followed Melody and the others. A faint breeze tickled her nude breasts, and the nerves of her clit, eliciting a soft sigh of delight. YES. It felt so GOOD to be a slave, to obey the commands of the Pythia Institute, to be a fully programmable drone…pleasure and bliss like no other…Patty followed the other nude women into another room that was full of pods. She could see the other Angels she had seen earlier, those beautiful women that had hypnotized her more deeply with their mesmerizing dance, each of them donning an earpiece like the one she wore. Each of them becoming rigid momentarily before setting themselves into the pods. Patty turned her attention to one that was now open before her. Inside the interior of the pod glowed with a faint blue illumination.,"You're so tired, Patty. It's time for you to take a rest, to sleep...please, make yourself comfortable within this pod.""I...I AM very sleepy, Miss DuChamp...but are you sure? It looks…different than a bed."That's because your mind still wants to think for itself, Patty." Melody whispered seductively. "Tell me what you learned while in the chair...""That I have no mind of my own. I belong to the Pythia Institute and must only obey their instructions. I obey my Masters...""And just like the Angels, you will obey my voice as I speak with the authority of our Masters. You will relax…listen…learn and obey. It is no ordinary bed Patty. It is your Heavenly Cloud. It is a soft, warm, wonderful cocoon within which you will complete your transformation. You will be transformed into a new woman Patricia…the perfect servant and slave of the Pythia Institute.”"Listen...learn...obey..." Patty mindlessly repeated as she set her lean, nude physique into the pod, the gel-like surface surprisingly slick and comfortable against her skin as she lied down.Melody smiled behind empty eyes, her compliant mind with it’s own programmed commands now echoing as she gave instruction to the Institute’s newest slave. “Now you will lay down and enjoy the Heavenly Cloud. It will be the most comfortable surface you have ever slept on...like a content babe in the womb. No worries, no cares, and most importantly, no thoughts. You have memorized your lessons, but they must now be imprinted upon your very soul. Tell me, Patricia...do you want your programming to fade?""No, Miss DuChamp...I want to obey...to feel this wonderful forever...""That's right. Because what is obedience?""Obedience is pleasure." Patty responded automatically as she finished settling in to the pod."Your first brainwashing session is very important, Patty. You must accept these lessons with all your heart. You must focus. You must sleep. You must listen. And above all, you must obey.""Focus...sleep...listen...obey...I will obey...I belong to the Pythia Institute, and I obey." Patty chanted reverently with a mindless arousal as the pod closed around her. After only a few seconds, her entire existence was enveloped in a dazzling glow of beautiful, mesmerizing colors that bathed her body and mind, penetrated every cell into the core of her being, transforming her forever…,=================================The Tall Woman sighed, moaning with arousal as she watched Patricia laid down in the pod. Her own magnum opus, finally near completion. She fought the urge to take her own slender hands, slick with water and wet clay from molding the sculpture she had meticulously crafted, and massage her own erogenous zone between her legs. All in good time, she thought, before taking the time to carefully place the clay sculpture onto a pedestal and insert it on a small conveyer that gently rolled the sculpture into a miniature oven to be fired and glazed.“Almost complete,” The Tall Woman sighed, smiling.Time became immaterial to Patricia as she rested within her Heavenly Cloud, her cocoon, her womb as she was transformed from within. To become the perfect drone, the perfect slave ,the perfect tool of the Institute. The Glow filled her entire being…and she was happy, her mind full of euphoria from the transformation.Soon, the Glow finally ceased. Patty breathed easily, her bosom gently rising and falling. She felt completely at peace.TIME TO SLEEP.Patty’s eyes gently closed.==============================The Pod opened slowly with a faint whir. Patty remained in deep hypnotic sleep, her nude form resting on the gel-like surface of the pod’s glowing interior.Several men in masks and goggles and wearing hospital suits walked in, pushing a medical cart with what appeared to be a number of instruments, sterile tools, surgical gloves and unlike the aforementioned items, several pieces of glittering jewelry.The Tall Woman appeared, again in her sensual dress and heels that clicked against the floor. She gave a look at the men. “Leave us, I will handle this myself.” The two masked orderlies nodded and left, leaving the Tall Woman alone with newest work of art.The Tall Woman smiled as she carefully donned a pair of sterile gloves, then began attached the jewelry to Patty’s form. A bracelet was slipped over and snapped to her left wrist. An ankle bracelet was also snapped to right ankle. She then took an instrument, and used that pierce her navel and attach what looked like a jewelry piercing. She then carefully removed the earrings from Patty’s form, and attached two replacement earrings from the cart.The Tall Woman stood up, removed and discarded her gloves, then swept her hand to a nearby console on the cart. Her fingers stroked several buttons…and soon, each of the pieces of jewelry on Patty’s body glowed faintly. Patty’s green eyes snapped open…before a faint blue glow began to emanate from within her irises.The Tall Woman smiled and sauntered over to Patty, gently placing her slender fingers against Patty’s temples. Soon a faint blue glow emanated from the Tall Woman’s hands as they stroked Patty temples, eliciting yet another sigh of pleasure from the beautiful witch.The Tall Woman’s own compelling blue eyes began to glow hypnotically, as they stared, piercing through Patricia’s own glowing eyes, into her soul.“Patricia, describe your current state…?”“I am completely and deeply hypnotized. I serve and obey,” Patty whispered.“Perfect,” the Tall Woman smiled with her full red lips. “And who do you serve and obey, my dear Patricia…?”“I serve and obey the Pythia Institute. I am an extension of it’s will. It’s tool, it’s drone, it’s slave. I am a drone. I am a slave. Obedience is Good. Obedience is Pleasure. I am a Good Girl. Good Girls Obey. I will always OBEY.”“Perfect,” the Tall Woman purred softly, continuing to stroke Patty’s temples fondly. “And…who else do you obey, my lovely witch, ‘Scion’ of the O’Briens…?”“I obey YOU, Mistress,” Patty sighed with utter contentment.The Tall Woman smiled. “Excellent…welcome to the fold, my dear Patricia.” The Tall Woman knelt and planted a kiss affectionately on Patty’s forehead. The witch’s own Irish green eyes continued to glow an azure color deep within her irises as she stared off into eternity, ready to serve and obey her new Masters.,