Valkyrie Don t CryChapter 8
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Weeks latter Fred called a meeting.
Fred paused. When nobody had a question, he continued.
Fred paused again.
“Well I knew there were a couple, but twenty five?” Max was shocked a little.
Fred paused. When nobody had a question, he continued again.
Doc Stacy James broke in on Fred’s lecture.
“What? You think we’re going to get brainwashed with a joint Fred?” Doc Stacy laughed.
Fred finished.
“So I take it that you couldn’t find a chemical cause Fred?” Doctor July Jones asked this time.
Fred answered.
“Then what the Hell is causing these relapses damn it!!!” Helen screamed in frustration.
Fred asked.
“You mean electric hearing Fred?” Max put forward.
Fred asked the next question.
“Go ahead and tell us what you discovered Fred.” Morgan directed Fred.
Helen interrupted.
“What’s that got to do with anything damn it?” Helen started.
Fred finished.
“Repetition, Repetition, Repetition.” Max, and Morgan chanted together for everybody to hear.
“Lets see now, how to describe all this? Its insidious, diabolical, devious, ingenious, and downright sneaky and under handed, a real Mad Evil Genius Doctor Frankenstine device. The victim is hypnotized, then told to read off the phrases on the cards she’s probably given by the Mad Doctor, the Evil Son-of-a-Bitch. That would be the hypnotic induction itself I’d say first. Then probably her slave program next. Then her individual instructions, call her handler for instructions, call home, don’t tell anybody you’ve been kidnapped and turned into a sex slave, keep it recharged, whatever. She was then probably told to forget or ignore that she even had the devices in her mouth. No wonder we couldn’t deprogram them. Every time we relaxed them their own induction started up all over again, and we couldn’t even hear it damn it. They genuinely believe these instructions are coming from themselves. Their own inner voice so to speak, ha, ha.” Jet started shouting, well really raving is a better description.
“Repetition, Repetition, Repetition.” Max, and Morgan chanted together for everybody to hear again.
“Look gang what is really, really scary is that we only caught it because their batteries ran down. Next year we’re going to have broadcast power nation wide. Their batteries won’t run down next year.” Nina informed all of us.
Sara, Ann, and Meg were soon sorted out along with the rest of the girls once we knew the problem.
“Was wrong, but right too.” Madame Chang announced.
“You was wrong, but right too, about what Jia-Li.” Nina asked.
“Maybe that Sara and other girls not so far gone that they have to remain as sex slaves. Might become independent women again now. Will see.” She answered.
Helen blubbered on the party line.
“Yes, Sara maybe.” Madame Chang emphasized the maybe part to Helen.
“Is that the device Max?” Morgan asked.
“It’s half Morgan. There’s a matching piece on the other side of the mouth. They are both attached with metal posts and glue to the back lower molars. They’re almost invisible if you don’t know they’re there. This one is the so-called “osophone”, the SoundBite hearing aid device itself. The other is the computer and playback device that Jet and Kim are taking apart right now. My next question Morgan is who thought up this little beauty, and why did we miss it. We had Senator Ron Hessman, James Eric Fairington III, and even Jerry.” Max asked.
“We were positive that they didn’t know anything. Jerry, well Marvin the Magnificent and Peggy Sue, thought they did it all and they do not, I repeat DO NOT know anything about this device.” Morgan answered.
“Was positive too Max Gong.” Jia-Li put in.
“Okay why didn’t we pick this up on the scans.” Max demanded.
“Hell even the hard X-ray missed it Max?” Doc Stacy huffed back at Max.
“Look Max we did our homework. These are the X-rays we took of them Max. As you will note you can’t see the device on the film. They are mostly a plastic that is microwave invisible. The device was in a dense bone area too. Even now knowing its there you can’t really see it. Too much bone and teeth to get a good look at it. Even the metal posts they used just look like fillings. They’re easy to miss.” Doc Jones explained.
“So who made it?” Max demanded again.
“We don’t know? Look in the Air Force we pot all our classified electronic components to safe guard our secrets. We build a “black box” that is unrepairable because of the epoxy we pore in. When the epoxy hardens its literally a solid cube. Maybe our techs can take one apart and identify its components. I contacted our member of the Big Five, Four Star Air Force General Claud Anderson, and used the Empress’s name. He authorized me to use the facilities of the 452nd Air Wing, at March to take a box apart. By the way the general upgraded me from just a lowly Lieutenant in the Air Police to Major in CID. The credential packet is on the way by messenger. Right now I’m TDY, temporary detached duty, to Empress Chizuko Tocaona.” Former Lieutenant Pat Sanderson answered this time.
“The Empress’s niece Mira stopped by and picked up one for her Cree engineers. We should know what these things do in hours.” Nina put in.
It wasn’t hours it was days, but we did discover who had built them and what their instructions to the slaves were. The call home was to a private server a common enough cutout method that was supposed to be untraceable. It would have been from every one but us.
We had a choice at this point I guess. Option number one, we could ask them nicely to turn over the information we needed. Option number two, use Major Pat’s new CID credentials and get federal magistrate to issue a search warrant and break in if necessary. Option number three, was get sneaky.
When somebody buys privacy like this they expect privacy. I, well we anyway, didn’t have much faith in the server people cooperating with us. Best case scenario they contact the client. Worst case scenario they contact the client and erase the data we need from their files. The same went for the feds. Once we started stirring the water, information that was now contained, would start leaking to all the wrong people. So in the end it was decided that we would infiltrate to discover their client without sharing our information with any outside agency.
Meanwhile we had to run down who bought the devices. Yes, the two devices we now had used discrete components that were potted into the shape of the two devices. The so-called “osophone”, the SoundBite trademarked hearing aid device had been modified at the factory by special order. Checking their computer records we found that the Acme company of St. Paul, Minnesota had ordered 300, and had paid cash for the order. Further checking showed that the Acme company was nothing but a vacant office with a sign over the door. When we ran down the owner of the building he told us that he got paid by Postal Money Order at the first of the year, every year for rent, but he had never met any of them.
Records showed that the delivery had been made by FedX. The driver turned out to have been on the same route for ten years, a real break for us. With a $100 buck incentive the driver, who was an amateur artist, drew us a pretty good picture of the man that accepted and signed for the deliveries. Yes, there had been quite a few deliveries to Acme over the years. Other than a peculiar gravely voice the driver didn’t remember anything else about the man. This was an unexpected bonus reward for us at this point.
Next the team canvassed the neighborhood to see if anybody knew anything, and to also see if there were any cameras. Nobody knew anything about them, and the few Mom & Pop stores in the old runned down neighborhood recycled their tapes every 144 hours or weekly. Before the team left they installed cameras and microphones, we would know if they ever came back.
The computer chip, we found out, was a custom limited run item produced by GDD, General Dynamics Design, a well known intergrated circuit designer and manufacturer.
“Do we know how many of the chips were made Morgan?” Nina asked.
“GDD requires at least a 10,000 chip count first time run to cut the dyes necessary to make the chip. Of course I have no ideal how many devices were actually made from that 10,000.” Max laughed and answered for Morgan.
“Well since they have 300 of the osophone devices they probably made an equal number of the computers, don’t you think.” Morgan observed for herself.
Eric Fairington III turned out to be the son of Senator Eric Fairington, Jr. of New Jersey. After recapturing all three again we discovered their secret. Senator Ron Hessman, Senator Eric Fairington, Jr., and his son Eric Fairington, III were all controlled by bone conduction devices just like the girls too.
The two senators were key senior members of the US Senate, sitting on many of the prestigious committees that really ran the country, especially budget and defense. They were now at least free of their controlling devices, which is not quite the same as saying they were free of its control. They were pretty well programed to blindly follow their programing at this point still. Maybe they could be deprogrammed? Time would tell.
“Why would we care? I mean they’re just three corrupt men.” Helen, now part of our group asked.
“Helen they may be corrupt men, but they’re still US Senators, and besides whoever is controlling them is probably controlling others. We need to find those others. Maybe these will lead us to them.” Morgan told Helen and the rest of us.
“How is Sara doing now that the device is removed?” Nina asked.
“She’s responding well now that the device is gone, but still refuses to be anything but my slave. I’m still hopping though.” Helen answered Nina.
“What’s so bad about that, she’s been your lover all this time hasn’t she?” Nina asked Helen.
“After you left Sara needed me Nina. She was my lover, but she was my equal too, never my slave Nina.” Sara answered.
“What’s so bad about her wanting to be your love slave Helen?” Nina demanded.
“She insists that I punish her Nina. She has some nasty scars on her back and some ugly bruises on her arms and legs right now. Damn it Nina, how do you punish the person you love. I just can’t do it.” Helen cried into her hands.
“Helen you have a lot to learn about erotic hypnotism, sex slaves, and the life style it engenders. Punishment is not about hurting or damaging anybody’s body. Those are just brutal senseless acts, what any female expects out of a crude brutal male. Your taking the whole thing too literally. You have to learn to be creative with Sara if you want to keep your sex slave satisfied.” Nina laughed.
“And where do I enroll to get this extracurricular education Nina?” Helen dried her tears and laughed back at Nina.
“Don’t look at me that way. I certainly never was one and I certainly don’t own one Helen.” Nina answered honestly.
“Out of my experience too Sara. Never owned one.” Max shot back.
“Ask Madame Chang, Jia-Li knows everything about sex and all that other stuff. Ask her for help. She knows everything.” Sweet Eve advised.
Prime Minster Chang died a laughing on the open link.
“Surely you can recommend someone Jia-Li.” Eve begged.
Prime Minster Chang continued to laugh on the open link.
Sara asked as she joined the conversation. She was now part of the collective too.
Jia-Li laughed.
Sara whined for everybody to hear.
Max joined the conversation.
Max laughingly interrupted her.
he sniggled this time.
Max laughingly interrupted again.
Nina directed her two best friends.
Eve added offhandedly.
“And what would sweet innocent know about blindfolds Eve?” Max questioned.
Madam Chang laughed.
the Empress joined the discussion.
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