The Voodoo That You Do: Part 5 (hypno)
by magister
Jim had been amazed at his own transformation from a Federal agent into a cross between Valentino and a Toreador. However, Frank had undergone his own transformation.
All his body hair had been removed, just like Jim's. But the hair on his head had been buzzed back to a flat top, making Frank look younger - more like a high school football player. And where Jim had been corsetted and costumed, Frank's only clothing was a set of skimpy leather belts that cris-crossed his smooth and oiled skin.
Jim felt a bit embarrassed as his partner stood before him looking like the worst sort of porn gladiator. Even Frank's cock and balls had been oiled, making them glisten in the soft light of the landing. He was wearing some sort of lace up sandals and a studded collar. Jim could see by the look on his face that Frank was not a happy man.
Jim tried not to stare, knowing how uncomfortable his partner must be feeling, but the overall impact of standing next to a man that looked like he just came from making a gay sex video was hard to avoid.
"How come they let you wear fucking clothes? And why the hell are you standing like that?" Frank was obviously fuming over his appearance., and was looking for some way to take the heat off his own costume.
"It seems I have to wear a corset and boots to please our host. Look, don't worry about it. He can't keep us like this forever. He's just playing with our heads - seeing if he can break us."
"He's a fucking pervert. When I get a chance, I'm gonna rip his balls off and feed them down the throat of that witch mother of his." Jim could appreciate Demain's choice in 'games'. If Jim had been dressed like Frank, he would have been upset, but it wouldn't have made him lose it the way Frank was. If Frank had been dressed like Jim, he would have felt more arrogant and confident than he already was.
Jim was facing the reality that Demain could do whatever he liked to them, and they had no choice but to go along with it. Whatever the technology he was using, Jim could see how valuable it would be to the United States. His original mission had been to take out Demain, and hopefully shut down his crime empire.
Now, Jim saw that his main duty was to stay alive and focussed long enough to find out how Demain was controlling them, and then get that information to his superiors. Then he could do something about getting revenge. Poor Frank was never smart enough to see the big picture. He was obsessed with killing his tormentor. Jim was also professional enough to realise that with Demain gone, they may never find out how he was doing what he was doing.Jim may have to restrain Frank in case he did get a chance to do something drastic. Jim wished he could talk to his partner, get him to think, but for all he knew the entire mansion was bugged and there was no way he wanted Demain to know what he was thinking. So he let Frank stew, and started looking around for hidden cameras, signal broadcasters - anything that could give him a clue to Demain's power.
They were led back into the dining room, although now the table was set with a wide array of cutlery and glassware. The candles in the sconces around the walls were lit, and the room looked ready for a major banquet.
Demain was sitting in his chair at the head of the table. As the two men entered, his eyes lit up with a malicious glee as he saw what had been done to them. Frank blushed from head to toe, partly with shame but mostly with rage. Jim had no choice but to stand tall, the corset starting to pinch and his spine starting to ache.
There were two other people in the room - Demain's mother, chuckling to herself and clutching the two dolls that seemingly held the agents in thrall, and a man in an elaborate uniform. Jim and Frank were guided to their chairs, and they both sat. Frank was still not used to having his butt exposed, and it took a few moments before he could settle on the velvet upholstery.
Jim was on Demain's right, between Demain and his mother. Frank was on the left, between Demain and the uniformed man. He had not batted an eyelid upon seeing Frank walk in dressed only in leather straps and all his private parts oiled and on show. Jim assumed he was a regular visitor, and was probably used to sights more provocative than this.
"Agents Jim Weston and Frank Dorsey, I would like to introduce you to the commander of the police for the entire island, Major Herve Ortez. You, of course, remember my mother." Jim wondered whether the Major was there to be shown the captured agents, or whether the agents were meant to see the police chief. Either way, Demain was pointing out exactly how powerful he was to both sides.
The Major was in his mid-forties, solid and well-built. He was wearing a large handlebar moustache and enough medals to sink a ship. Jim could tell by his eyes, though, that this was no third world goon, but an intelligent and capable man. His hands were massive, and Jim could tell he didn't want to get on the bad side of this man.
"Cut all the phoney bullshit, Demain. We are United States citizens, and you have no right to hold us like this. I don't give a fuck if you've got this little police shit on your payroll, but ..." Demain waved his hand ever so slightly, and Frank was cut off in mid-sentence. Jim wondered if the invisible hands had closed his mouth or simply froze his vocal cords, but then he could see that Frank's face was beginning to turn blue.
"My dear Frank, I can't have you being so rude at such a friendly dinner party." Demain was talking casually, while Frank was obviously starting to choke from a lack of oxygen. "In future, I would appreciate it if you kept any of your more vulgar comments to yourself." He waved his hand again, and Frank drew in a few gasping breaths.
Jim prayed that Frank would now know better than to let out his feelings, but by the look of renewed rage on his face, he figured that Frank was quickly losing whatever ability to think he had come in with. Luckily, the spell kept him from doing anything more to upset the host. He just sat there and glared his hatred.
Demain barely noticed.
The meal was served, and Jim realised how hungry he was. At first he thought the food might be drugged, but then he remembered that they were already under Demain's control. And if there was a hypnotic drug, if he could get it into his system, then the scientists back home could take it out and analyse it.
The food was excellent, and the Major, Demain and Jim kept up a running dialogue of pleasant and meaningless small talk. Jim found it impossible to eat too much, as the corset kept his stomach pressed up tightly into his chest. Frank just picked at his food, considering the exquisite meal too foreign to be enjoyed. Frank was a meat and potatoes man, and had seldom eaten outside of the red meat range.
The Major was quite sharp and amusing, and Jim found himself liking the quick repartee. After spending so much time with Frank as his partner, he truly missed talking to someone intelligent, well-read and informed. Even Demain was charming and literate, even if he was a megalomaniac keeping them hostage.
A large clock in the entry hall started chiming in at nine o'clock, when Jim started noticing the change. He wasn't quite aware of what it was, but then it hit him. The invisible force was down, and he could once again do what he wanted. Frank noticed it as well, and slowly reached for the knife in front of him. Jim knew what he planned, and for a minute was caught up in wether to let him get his revenge and complete their first mission, or do something to stop him, and maybe give Demain enough time to put them both back under control.
Before he could do anything, though, Frank jumped up and ran at Demain, screaming out his fury. Jim called out to him to stop, that they needed what Demain knew, but Frank was beyond hearing anything. He had grabbed Demain and pushed him hard up against his large chair and had him by the throat.
Demain didn't look worried. In fact, he looked amused. Jim looked over at the Major for help, but he just looked at Jim with a sad grimace, and shook his head. He knew what was coming, and Jim felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his back.
"You bastard! You fucking bastard! I am going to gut you, you fucking queer asshole! And I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream!" Frank was wild, and Jim knew there was nothing he could do to stop him. He heard a low chant start up behind him, and he remembered the witch and the dolls. He turned around and snatched them off her.
He wanted to keep them, as they may have been some clue as to what had been done to control them, but he decided to destroy them, just in case their power could be restored. He was disappointed that they turned out to be just dirty lumps of rag and batting, and not some sophisticated microwave relay device.By the time he turned back to see what had happened to Demain, he knew that the dolls had nothing to do with what had happened.
Frank had released Demain, and was now standing there, once again being controlled by something outside himself. Jim felt none of the same energy, and the old witch was not chanting. Whatever it was, it seemed to only be affecting Frank.
"Mother, what happened? Are you all right?" The old woman was cackling and chuckling to herself.
"Seems old priest worked one spell. Prayed to his God, he did. Broke the lines of black. I fix him, though." She continued to cackle, and Jim remembered the old priest he had seen that morning. The only one who had been willing to help. Jim said his own silent prayer for the man's soul.
But if the spell had been broken, then what was controlling Frank? What had stopped him from ripping out Demain's throat with the butter knife?
"My dear Frank, you are such a problem. I am my mother's son, and therefore it is practically impossible to harm me in any way." Demain turned to his other two guests with a look of apology, as if the attack had been nothing more than a waiter spilling some wine.
"My mother enjoys her little rituals, but I prefer a more direct approach. As you well know, Major." The Major almost cringed from the comment, and Jim realised he'd probably been made a puppet for Demain years ago. Jim vaguely thought about grabbing his own knife, but he could sense that Demain would disarm him in a second.
Demain smiled, as if he knew what Jim was thinking. Then he turned back to the frozen Frank.
"Ah, what are we to do with you? I can't let a thing like this go unpunished, but you do look so handsome in that outfit." Demain used his finger to caress Frank's exposed muscles and cock. The rage was still in Frank's eyes, but for the first time, there was more fear. He had finally realised what sort of power Demain actually had, and he was starting to think of what could be done to him.
"If you had listened to your partner, he could have convinced you that my death would not be beneficial to anyone. So let's start there, shall we?" Demain put his hands on either side of Frank's head, and his face took on a look of intense concentration.
"From now on, you will obey your partner's orders without question or pause. His word will be absolute command to you. Jim has become more than your partner and leader of your team. He is your absolute master." Jim could almost feel the air pulse with energy as Demain seemed to be pushing his will into Frank's head. Frank swivelled his eyes, looking for help, but there was no one there who could do anything to stop what was happening.
"And, as a punishment for attacking me, you will no longer be able to attack or hurt any other man, except to protect your Master. You won't be able to resist any man who wants to hit or attack you. You will not be able to defend yourself in any way." Jim winced at the power of these commands, and hoped that this was just a joke, and Demain was trying to scare Frank with some stage hypnosis.
That was it. Demain let go of Frank's head, and Frank stumbled backward a step. Jim was relieved. It could have been worse, but whatever had been done could be worked around. Jim would never give Frank an order, and once they were out of this place, they could be split up so that the temptation was never there.
And if Frank couldn't hurt anyone, then they could find him a desk job. Frank wouldn't like it, but at least he was alive.
Then Demain turned back to the others.
"Major, would you kindly take Frank here with you and see whether he has learned his lesson?"
"Certainly." The Major stood up and bowed slightly. He placed his hand on Frank's arm to guide him out. Frank was disoriented, but had enough fight left to shrug off the helping hand. He looked back at Demain, and still looked as if he could kill.
"Jim, would you ask your friend to go quietly, before he harms himself?"
"Frank, just go with the Major. I think I've got this under control." The change was immediate. Frank turned and looked expectantly at the Major, as if he were anxious to go. Whatever Demain had done, it had turned Frank into a perfect slave, responsive only to Jim. This was the sort of power that Jim knew could be extremely corrupting, so he vowed not to do or say anything around Frank from now on that was even remotely like a command.
The Major left with Frank in tow, and Jim and Demain resumed their seats. Jim tried to pump Demain for some information on what he had done, and more importantly, how it was achieved, but Demain evaded the topic. They finished the meal, and then moved into a smaller room where Jim was offered brandy and cigars. It was all very civilised, and Jim felt like he was trapped in a movie or play. Everything took on a feeling of unreality.
"I wish to extend my domain to include parts of the United States, and I am going to need some contacts, as well as a positive recommendation from your government." Jim almost laughed at the absurdity of the thought.
"I am afraid you're a bit out of luck there. You've topped the government's most wanted foreign national list. I can't see that they would ever let you in, let alone give you permission to set up in business."
"I already have certain things underway. I just want to make sure I have as many loose ends tied up as possible. That's where you come in."
"Oh? I'm supposed to go to the president and tell him you want to come in, and he'll say okay? I don't think so. I mean, you could probably brainwash me into doing it, but the president is not the one who makes those decisions. And he wouldn't listen to a lowly agent like me, anyway."
"It's not really your government I'm interested in. They really have little idea of what's going on, and with the right lawyers, they are no barrier to my plans. No, I was thinking more of the other powers in your country. I need a liaison between your organised crime syndicates and my own. That's where I think you would be perfect."
Jim didn't know what to think. Sure, he had access to the agency's files, so he could probably get in contact with the proper men. But how was he expected to convince them to join with some king pin they'd never even heard of? And why would Jim even want to do it?
Even if Demain controlled him like he had done the past couple of days, one look in his eyes would convince anyone he wasn't 'all there'. He'd probably wind up in some anonymous dumpster before he got out his first word.
"I want you to act as my ambassador to these people. Don't worry, I will make sure you have everything you need to complete the task." Demain stood up and walked over to Jim. Jim stood up, and realised too late what was coming. He looked toward the door and wondered if he could make it outside before Demain could stop him. Then it was too late.
Demain placed his hands on either side of Jim's head, and Jim felt as if Demain was actually moving into his mind. He felt probes of energy moving through his brain, opening up his memories and thoughts. Bits of Jim that he thought were absolutely private and he would take to the grave were now open to Demain's probing thoughts. Jim was laid bare to the powerful thoughts of the other man.
Demain laughed.
"See, everything I need is already inside of you. It just needs to be released. Don't worry, this won't hurt." Jim was terrified, as he felt Demain's presence in his mind rearranging his thoughts and memories. It was like someone recreating his mind from the ground up, keeping some things and throwing away others.
The last thing Jim really knew that night was that Demain was pure evil, and somehow the deepest part of Jim's mind was being infected with that evil. He would have screamed, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing.
END