Principal Jackson strode confidently down the hall, knowing everything was falling into place just as he'd planned. There were hushed whispers in the halls, students curious about just what was going on. It didn't bother Jackson. If everything went well, they wouldn't have to wonder much longer.
Sure, things had gotten better at the school. No fighting, no talking back. But some were starting to question his tactics. And he just couldn't have that. It was all for their own good, after all. He just needed them to see things his way, and it wouldn't be a problem with Dr. Young's new technology.
The Doctor had come to him. Seems he'd been shut out of some research. Principal Jackson jumped on the idea. He'd provide the students, and Doctor Young would grant him access to unprecedented technology. It was the only way he'd have the real control he needed. He reached his office, with his secretary sitting at the desk outside.
"Any calls, Jenna?"
"Just your wife sir, I told her you had an important assembly."
"Thank you." He passed her and went into his office, sitting confidently at his desk. He looked out the open door and Jenna looked back. He nodded, and she stood up and entered the room, closing the door behind her.
"Would you ever disobey me?" Jackson asked her.
"What does 'disobey' mean?" At that moment, she slid off her cardigan and began to unbutton her blouse. Of course, he had removed that word from her vocabulary. The Doctor had given him an early prototype of the implant to test out. All of the commands he'd given had held so far. And the new model would be even more powerful.
"Come here," he said. She crossed the room in her bra and skirt and sat on his lap. "What are your dreams, your goals, Jenna."
"To serve and obey you, sir."
"Can you remember wanting anything else?"
"Of course not. That seems silly."
"Good," he said. She began grinding her ass into his lap, feeling a pressure grow against it. She lived to serve him, because that's what he'd told her. And everything he said was truth. The intercom on his desk buzzed.
"Mr. Chavez here," the voice on the other end said.
"What is it?" Jackson said, slightly agitated. Jenna kept grinding.
"They're ready, sir," the voice said.
