The setup was ludicrously complicated. It had taken him years to engineer and program, going through one iteration after another until he had finally created something that approximated maybe a tenth of his vision. Enough to go public with it, at any rate. He could always tinker with it as he went along. The important thing was that the helmet and the chair worked well enough to have a real effect. It might not be the most efficient method of brainwashing, but it was genuine. That was all he needed.
Once he had his functioning prototype, he rented a small space down in the warehouse district, somewhere nondescript where foot traffic was light and people wouldnâ€™t notice his work. He installed his devices, and hooked up the camerasâ€“fifteen, one for each corner and wall of the room and a close-up at the base of the chair that could be remote controlled to focus either on the genitals or the face. He installed the streaming software, and spent the better part of a week testing it with a small army of bots that voted on which angle they wanted to see. Once he was satisfied it worked, he brought it all online.
Anyone could log into the room. If it was empty, all theyâ€™d see was the chair and the helmet, just waiting for the next subject. But if it was fullâ€¦ theyâ€™d see a person sitting there, jaw slack, eyes covered by the helmet, staring blankly into a screen full of swirling patterns that captured their attention completely and sighing in soft, sleepy pleasure as the vibrators built into the base of the chair teased and stimulated their bodies into a lazy reverie of bliss. They could put in a vote for the current viewâ€“in addition to the fifteen cameras in the room, there was also a direct helmet view that showed the victimâ€™s eyes as they sank into the programming. But that wasnâ€™t the best part.
There was also a chatroom. In addition to the normal conversations that went on, anyone could type a suggestion into the chat window, from â€˜You love sucking cockâ€™ to 'Your favorite food is Hawaiian pizzaâ€™, and it would be queued up in the list at the top of the screen. Suggestions could be upvoted and downvoted, and the software would automatically take the top priority suggestion and feed it into the speech synthesizer and subliminal image processor that went into the helmet. And it would continue repeating it until the subject began to repeat it in their mind all on their own. That repetition created a particular pattern, which the EEG machines built into the system could read, marking that suggestion as taken and moving on to the next one until the victim was fully programmed. But that wasnâ€™t the best part, either.
Once the subject had taken a few suggestions, the bidding usually started. People could start an auction once the slave-in-waiting was prepared to their satisfaction, and others could reset the timer on that auction for a small fee if they had some things they wanted to addâ€¦ or in a few cases, if they just liked watching the helpless victim sink into obedience for a while longer. But eventually, every subject was purchased and instructed to transport themselves to a new destination for a new life as an obedient, brainwashed fucktoy. But even that wasnâ€™t the best part.
The best part was the line. He had a camera showing the line, one he never shared with his customers. Every person in that line had contacted him, asking how they could wind up in that chair at the mercy of strangers, and heâ€™d given them the address discreetly and quietly and told them to wait their turn. Every single person who entered that room wanted to be turned into a mindless slave, desired with all their hearts to be emptied and enslaved and brainwashed foreverâ€¦ and that, above everything else, was what thrilled him to the core.
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