A/N: Jessica is finally under the SI's control. What could he possibly have in mind for her? I'm relatively certain you all have a pretty good idea. Heads up though, the first bit of this chapter is the last bit of last chapter from the SI's perspective. Don't want anyone getting confused.
Also fair warning for those who have asked for it: This chapter is pretty much entirely sexual in nature. There are two ways the SI could have gone about breaking Jessica down, and he is the kind of guy who chooses pleasure over pain every time.
After making sure everyone was aware of Jessica's imminent arrival as well as what their personal tasks were to be, I made my way to my 'command center'. One could call it a safe room, but I was leery to do so, since it wasn't truly sealed and there was a real safe room still being installed in the basement. Still, the room was reinforced, should technically be impenetrable and had visual and audio on every room of the mansion.
I didn't want to be in a sealed room anyways right now. I needed my virus to continue circulating through the place if I wanted to give a try towards controlling Jessica. I knew my power was far beyond what Kilgrave in canon had managed, my skin color was proof enough of that and even still he'd been able to control an entire hospital from the security room through use of intercoms. The parallels between that and this were not lost on me, though I felt like I had a few more tricks up my sleeve than he had at the time.
My range was beyond the grounds of my current home at this point, and the duration of my control was measured in days now, not hours. My skin was steadily turning a darker purple even as I looked into ways to conceal or reverse that. Yet all I could think was whether or not it would be enough at this juncture. Looking at the screen that showed Jessica standing outside the fence, I had to admit that I'd be finding out soon.
She may have had a better chance of sneaking in if I hadn't known she was already on her way, but alas, Malcolm had proved the perfect little spy. Directing Trish towards the room that she landed outside was simple enough given Trish was already in that hallway. I had Luke, her, and Hope patrolling the mansion so that Jessica would run into one of them, while everyone else lay low.
Listening to their conversation, I raised an eyebrow as Trish went on a tangent about marrying me, before directing Luke and Hope to the room Trish had been instructed to lead Jessica to. Hm, I really should get used to calling Hope by her new name, Faith. I'd killed Hope Schlottman after all and it was a disservice to Faith Rottshaw to continue seeing her as a dead girl.
Such musings were interrupted by Jessica finally revealing her gun, pulling it out and pointing it at Trish's head. I watched in silence as she threatened and Trish laughed it off, but when she put both hands on the gun, I knew Jessica was close enough to the edge that she just might do it, so I finally keyed the mike.
"Stop Jessica!"
She freezes up, but I force myself to remember how she did the same to convince Kilgrave before snapping his neck. Letting out a shuddering breath, I give the next order.
"Point your gun at the ceiling."
She does so and I have to stifle the desire to jump up and do a victory dance. There's still every possibility that she's playing me.
"Jessica, stand perfectly still and let Luke take the gun out of your hands."
This also goes off without a hitch, so after a deep breath, I step out of the command center and down the hall to enter the room where she and the rest are located. I only move a few feet into the room, content to keep everyone in between us so that if she makes any sudden moves, I can throw them at her and escape.
She doesn't though, and I take that as a good sign but not as gospel that this is working. Still, time to implement the next step, "Hello Jessica, it's good to see you. I'm sure you're happy to see me too. You know just how sick in the head you are, this fantasy you've constructed around the idea of KIlgrave. My name is James Rottshaw and I'm going to help you. You want me to help you."
I could swear there's a flicker in her expression, and that sets me further on edge even as she smiles and nods along with my words, "I want you to help me James."
Smiling back, I don't allow myself to feel even an ounce of relief. I know how I'm going to prove that Jessica is fully under my control, and until that time, I have to keep in mind that there's a chance she's faking this. I nod to Luke, "Luke, the restraints."
Jessica seems confused but remains still as Luke pulls out some seriously strong restraints and moves towards her to put them on. I catch Jessica's attention and with smile still in place, continue to influence her, "Don't worry Jessica, this is a necessary part of helping you. You know you're a danger to others, you know you have to be restrained. You did just threaten to kill your best friend and yourself after all. Just relax for Luke so he can make sure we're all safe."
She blinks before doing as I say, worry draining out of her as she relaxes and nods slowly, allowing Luke to start fitting her out, "I know I'm a danger to others, I have to be restrained."
I just smile and soon enough Jessica is encased properly, her arms and legs restrained fully so that she has none of the leverage she would need to put that super strength of hers to use. She can't even walk, but that's the point as Luke picks her up in bridal carry and takes her downstairs to her new home for the foreseeable future. I follow at a reasonable distance even as security comes out of the wood works to put guns on Jessica and give me a new wall in case Jessica tries anything on Luke.
Faith and Trish are left to go to bed, their part in this little game done for the time being. As Luke carries Jessica into her cell, I slip inside another room made to observe it, settling into a comfortable chair in front of a computer. I watch as Luke pulls the restraints off, leaving Jessica to stand there in a bit of a daze. That's my que, so I key the mike and speak, "Hello again Jessica, can you hear me?"
She blinks and looks around, "Yes."
"Wonderful. We're going to spend a lot of time helping you from here on. You know you need my help so you can get better. To do that though, you have to trust me implicitly. I will give you orders and I will tell you what you need to know. You will find yourself following these orders immediately, but when you do you will know it was your choice because you want to get better. Following an order from me makes you feel amazing, it makes you feel whole. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes… I will follow your orders. I trust you implicitly Mr. Rottshaw."
Smiling just a bit wickedly, I almost purr out the next words, "That's good to hear Jessica. Take off your clothes, fold them up, and give them to Luke please."
She does so with question and her body flushes as she shudders with pleasure once she's finished, completely exposed to my eyes and seemingly happy to have done as I said. I was almost ready to believe she was really under my control right then. I didn't think Jessica Jones had the ability to cause her body to react in such a way on her own. Definitely not taking any chances though. Next up, "Good girl, though in the future I would like you to acknowledge every order I give you with a short 'Yes sir'. Do you understand?"
Jessica replies almost immediately, "Yes sir." And her full body blush gets even more pronounced than it already was on her pale skin. I can't help but imagine that if I asked her to run her fingers along her lower lips and show them to me, I'd find she's actually wet by now. That's not important right now though, what is important is what comes next.
"Look to the table next to your bed Jessica. Do you see the device on it?"
She turns to look at the large AV vibrator and blinks, nodding, "Yes sir, I see it."
I smile, "Good, I'm sure you know what it is, but for now let's consider it the Stress Relief Device. Stress is a part of your illness Jessica, and until you bleed your stress and tension out of your body, we can't move on with your healing. But I also need to know that you will follow my orders even when I'm not around."
Leaning forward in anticipation, I continue speaking, "So here's what I want you to do for me Jessica. Take the device and use it to pleasure yourself. Put more bluntly, masturbate with it. I want you to spend three hours using the device and touching yourself. Then, you will take fifteen minutes to eat, drink, and use the restroom before returning to the device. Do you understand?"
She's already picking up the device and looking it over to find the on switch as she answers me, "Yes sir."
I smile even as I stand from my chair, "Good, because there's one more thing. No matter how much you want to, no matter how close you get, you will not climax, orgasm, or cum while using the device. You will not find release until I return in the morning and you beg me for it. Understood?"
She's turned it on and gotten on the bed, and I take a moment to watch as she runs it along her slit and nods, "Y-yes sir…"
I find myself sliding back into my chair after a moment. Luke leaves the room but takes up his place beside the door, my orders to him about watching over her cell all night already given. I'd planned to leave now and slide into bed with Trish. This was all being recorded, so after a night of an unhealthy amount of masturbation, I'd figured that if Jessica couldn't reach climax from around nine to ten hours of stimulation, she was very much under my control.
Now though I found myself watching her as she began to play with herself. A hand used the large vibrator I'd bought for her to stimulate her sex and clit vigorously, while the other played with a nipple roughly. She began to pant after a few minutes and then began to moan shortly after that. I leaned forward in my chair as she seemed to reach some sort of peak, but she never quite hit it, and she never came down off it either.
Her moans turned into cries of passion as time passed. When she hit the hour mark and still hadn't finished, I stood from the seat and cleared my throat. Right, I'd leave her to it before the sight of her naked body covered in sweat and other fluids drove me to abandon all precautions and rush into the room to give her something more substantial.
Stepping out of the observation room I'm stopped by one of my security who wouldn't dare dream of interrupting me before I was done with Jessica. That's how I found out Malcolm was still waiting for me. In all the excitement, I'd completely forgotten about him, but to be fair I'd had things far more important to me on my mind.
Seeing him off was the work of five minutes. An easy command that he would forget all about Jessica and Kilgrave and everything he knew about me when he got home had him primed properly. I filled in the blanks by telling him that he'd fallen into a terrible drug addiction of his own volition before hitting the rock bottom. Then, he'd managed to pull himself from the brink of the abyss, and now he was going to get his life together and go back to doing what he'd done best, helping others. Satisfied that I'd done reasonably 'right' by Malcolm, I sent him on his way and put him out of my mind.
Making my way to the master bedroom, I strip down and slide into bed, pulling Trish back against my chest. She squirms and murmurs happily, half-asleep as I grind myself against her from behind. Jessica had left me with quite the problem, but my little blonde pet was more than happy to deal with it as she reached back, took hold of my hard cock, and helped position it so I could slide into her wet slit from behind.
As I slowly sawed in and out of her, I kissed up and down her neck and in response Trish let out little gasps of pleasure. After a moment, I moved from her neck to her ear, nipping at it before speaking quietly, "So Ms. Walker, you want a ring?"
She lets out another gasp before ducking her head as best as she could in embarrassment, "You heard that Master?"
Chuckling, I nod into the crook of her neck even as I continue to slide deep into her over and over again, "Oh yes. Sorry to disappoint love, but I'm not really the marrying type. You don't have to worry about me abandoning you though, you'll always be my pet, won't you?"
She groans out as I punctuate the word pet with a particularly deep thrust before nodding her head in agreement, "Yes sir… always…"
I chuckle and bring a hand up to close around her throat, holding her by the neck as I sped up my movements a bit, "Such a good girl… such a good pet. I'm thinking… not a ring… but a nice engraved choker. You and I will know what it really is of course, a collar. Would you like that pet? Would you wear it every day for me in and out of my presence?"
Trish shudders against me as she hits her peak and her pussy spasms around my cock, "Y-yes Master. Every single day."
I grunt and sheathe myself deep inside her as I cum inside of her for the first time since we'd become intimate. She was on birth control of course, so I wasn't too worried… but this was also the first time that I really didn't mind the thought of her pregnant with my child. Holding Trish close, I let out a contented sigh even as she mewled in pleasure, the two of us falling asleep intertwined as we currently were.
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When I wake up some nine to ten hours later, I go straight to Jessica, getting a status report from Luke before entering the observation room and sliding into my chair. Jessica is not doing well, though that was to be expected. At some point she ended up on the floor, because that's where I find her now, still masturbating, and a steady stream of quiet expletives falling from her mouth as she furiously frigged herself.
It seemed her minor healing factor had worked against her here, as from the copious amounts of fluids I could see on the bed and beneath her, instead of eventually becoming sore and ending up going from pleasure to pain, she'd stayed at pleasure the entire time, her body able to take every bit of punishment she was dishing out to it and then beg for more.
Smiling, I key the mike and lean forward, "Jessica. Can you hear me?"
Her actions do not cease, but the words coming from her mouth do as she falls silent for a moment before answering, "Y-yes s-sir, I do."
"That's wonderful. You've done amazing Jessica, following my order for so long. I'm proud of you. Do you want to cum now?"
She swallows and speaks as clearly as she can through her panting and yelps, settling for repeating her previous statement, "Yes sir, I do."
I grin wickedly, "Well then, you should ask for permission Jessica."
She lets out a groan as she presses the head of the AV vibrator up against her puffy labia, her nipples also rather pronounced from the constant attention she'd been giving them with her free hand as she forces the words out through her mouth, "Please… sir, may I cum?"
I consider being that guy and demanding she humiliate herself further by adding on descriptors for herself and increasing the volume by which she begged… but that could come later, "Of course Jessica. Cum for me darling, as much as you like."
A moment later and I'm glad she's on the floor and not the bed, as her mouth opens in a large O, her eyes roll back in her head, and she begins gushing all over the floor as her back arches and her hips raise to meet the vibrating head of the toy she currently has pressed against her clit. I watch, enraptured by just how messed up she's gotten, all of her own accord… influenced by me of course. Really though, she's quite the wreck and as she comes down and just lays there panting, I wonder if she's about to pass out on me.
I preempt that, as I'm not quite done with her yet, "Jessica darling, go ahead and get back up on your bed. Just lie down and relax while Luke comes in and takes some blood, then once he's done, you can go to sleep alright?"
It's quiet as she drags herself up onto the bed and settles onto her back, but she still manages to get out a, "Yes sir…" as Luke arrives and takes samples of her blood, saliva, and other bodily fluids. At this point I am almost one hundred percent certain that Jessica is completely under my control. Still not doing the victory dance though yet, we have a long way to go before Jessica is a finished product.
Watching as she falls into an exhausted slumber, I leave the observation room and Luke follows me to the lab where Albert and Louise await. Luke hands the samples to Louise as I speak to both her and Albert, "Jessica Jones had immunity to me for a time that I need to understand. You both want to find out exactly what made her immune to me so that no one will ever become immune again. Keep me apprised of your research."
After receiving acknowledgement from the two scientists, I was given my morning injection and then I made my way to breakfast with Luke at my side. Sitting down at the table, we find Trish and Faith already there, both of whom smile to me when they see me.
Trish speaks up first, concern about her friend evident on her face, "Is she doing well sir?"
I smile as I load up my plate. Faith and Luke know exactly what sort of relationship Trish and I have, and are very understanding of it. Of course, that's because I made them so very understanding. So I have no issue addressing Trish as I usually do even with them at the table, "Yes pet, she's doing wonderful. The fact that she's finally willing to face her mental illness is an amazing breakthrough just on its own. I imagine a few sessions with me and she'll be feeling quite a bit better."
Faith pipes up at that, her tone solemn, "Like you helped me, after my parents died."
I hide a satisfied smirk behind my glass as I sip water, schooling my expression into one as solemn as hers before putting it down and nodding, "Exactly right love. But enough about that, for now Jessica is resting after a very long night. So Faith! I know you're eager to get back to school. Thought about which classes you're interested in?"
As my 'ward' began to ramble about finishing her college education, I dug into my breakfast, listening with only half an ear. Part of me was already with Jessica, chomping at the bit to begin her… reeducation now that I was relatively sure she was under my control. Still, I probably wouldn't get a chance until late in the afternoon. She'd need to be well rested after what I'd put her through.
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Jessica had woken up after a day spent waiting around for her, so I found myself settling into the comfortable chair and speaking to her through the mike, "Hello Jessica. If you're feeling up to it, I'd like to start our first session. You know that you're mentally ill and I'm sure you want to get better as fast as possible."
I receive a nod in response as Jessica sits up on her bed and swallows thickly, "I want to get better as fast as possible."
"That's good, I'm proud of you Jessica." I watch as she straightens up visibly at the praise, and I know how good it's making her feel.
"Now then Jessica, you understand that Kilgrave is a delusion you've made up to cope with the trauma you've experienced, don't you?"
She actually seems to struggle for a moment, a frown crossing her face and her eyes flicking before she responds, "I… yes… I understand."
"It's okay, I know that you believe you have months of memories that speak against the idea. But that's why I'm here Jessica. You know you need my help."
This time she nods more confidently, "I know I need your help. I trust you implicitly."
I can't help smiling at that, "Good, very good. Listen very carefully Jessica. First, I want you to forget everything you think you know and remember about Kilgrave. Everything you believe he did, everything to do with him, I want you to forget it all. I'm going to tell you what really happened, and you're going to believe it because like you said, you trust me. Not only that, you're going to remember everything I tell you as if it really happened, alright?"
She nods again, now in a bit of a daze as she's missing so many memories causing her to answer simply, "Alright."
"The first thing you need to remember Jessica is a while back. You need to remember what you and Trish discovered about yourselves together. The truth of the matter is that you both need to give up control to someone else to feel safe and secure. You are submissive in nature, and without someone to tell you what to do, you become depressed, unmotivated, and anxious."
I watch Jessica's face for a moment before continuing, "Only, the person you give up control to needs to have your best interests at heart. You've had issues with abusers and users in the past, Trish especially and that's why you forced her mother to leave her alone. The two of you have grown up much closer than just friends or even just sisters, protecting one another from users and experimenting with giving up control to one another. But the fact of the matter is you're both submissive and you still needed someone willing to take responsibility for the two of you full time."
I take a breath and then move on, "And that's where the man comes in. You prefer not to think about him in detail as it still hurts too much. You thought he was exactly what you were looking for, with his charm and charisma, his domineering personality and the way that he saw right through you and took control just like you wanted deep down. Do you understand Jessica? It wasn't mind control, you chose to give up control and let him direct your actions."
Jessica nods slowly on the monitor, "I understand. It wasn't mind control, I chose to give up control and let him direct me."
Smiling a bit, I get to the next bit, "Only, in the end he turned out to be just like Trish's mother. An abuser, a user. He proved to be cruel and sadistic with his control over you. He hurt you, made you hurt yourself… and you let him. You'd already fallen into the wonderful ecstasy of giving up responsibility. You knew that allowing him to control you was wrong, but you allowed it anyways. Until he finally crossed a line."
I could see from her face that she was enraptured by the story I was weaving, though really she was incapable of being anything else at the moment, so deep in my thrall, "The man ordered you to kill someone for him. They'd wronged him somehow, and he knew how strong you were. He wanted you to prove your loyalty to him, but you resisted. You did good Jessica, you finally realized that you couldn't continue to give up control to a man like this, and you did not do as he said."
"In response, the man pulled out a gun and shot the person dead anyways, right in front of you. Then, he tried to turn that gun on you and you were forced to defend yourself. At the end of it, you were the only one left standing. You killed him to protect yourself. But something still broke and you fled, returning to New York, to Trish for the comfort you knew she could provide."
Jessica is breathing shallowly now and I pause in my monologue for a moment, "Jessica, are you okay?"
She's staring at her hands, closing and opening them into fists over and over again, "I… I killed him. I killed that man."
I sigh, getting the hang up now and lean in to speak again, "You had to defend yourself Jessica. It's okay darling, I'm not judging you, and you know that my opinion is the most important thing to you right now."
She blinks and looks at the camera, looks at me, "You… you don't hate me?"
Smiling at just how weak and wounded she sounds, I respond, the lies coming easily, "No Jessica. I love you. You had to save yourself and his death was necessary. Understood? Are you ready to continue?"
Nodding, Jessica seems to harden her resolve, "I understand. I'm ready."
"Good, because this next part is probably going to be a bit harder for you. You came back to New York, came back to Trish… and you found her with me. In your absence, she'd moved on and found someone who could give her what both of you craved. Love, affection, and most importantly, domination. So soon after the horrific failure of your own attempt at happiness, it caused your mind to snap. You created an enemy, a monster where there was none."
"Inventing Kilgrave, you put my face on him, developed a narrative involving my ward Faith as a victim of Kilgrave's atrocities, and my friend Luke as a confidant. From there, you became convinced that I was the villain and you were the hero, and to save the people close to both of us, you had to stop me. Only, a small part of you always knew that you were in the wrong. That everything you thought was real was nothing more than a delusion, a construct. That part of you finally won out and you've done the right thing by accepting my help."
I smile and put the finishing touches on this little world I'm constructing for Jessica, "With me, you can finally be yourself like Trish has already discovered. I'm the real deal my dear, the Master you've been looking for since you were a teenager. Together, you and I are going to heal the damage done to your mind and you'll finally be happy in your rightful place at my feet."
Falling silent, I watch as everything I've said settles together in Jessica's mind. I'd gone pretty far in reconstructing Jessica's experiences and memories and even a base part of her personality… but then I'd gone farther with Hope, completely erasing her identity and rewriting her from the ground up just to see how far I could take things. Hope, now Faith, had been my experiment just as Trish had been, though to a greater extent. Only once I'd succeeded in turning her into exactly what I wanted had I felt comfortable taking this leap with Jessica as well.
And it seems to have worked well, as Jessica smiles happily at the camera she knows I'm watching her from, face flushed with pleasure, "I understand now. I'll only find true happiness at your feet Master."
My mouth was suddenly dry and once again I had to resist the urge to rush into the cell and have my way with the smiling raven haired beauty. She was still completely naked and that certainly wasn't helping things either. But no, not yet. Soon, very very soon… but for now…
"That's good Jessica, I think we've had a very good first session. You're already well on the way to recovery. Now I want you to take the device you used before and use it again. This time you can climax as much as you like. I want you to exhaust yourself and when you're tired enough, you can go to sleep. While you touch yourself, I want you to think about Trish and me. Think about the things we've probably been doing together. Think about the things you want her and I to do to you individually and separately. Can you do that for me love?"
Jessica has already grabbed the vibrator and is lying back on the bed when she responds to me, "Yes sir."
I chuckle and stand up, not having any intention of sticking around this time. I am incredibly hard though… and so my first stop is Trish after leaving the observation room behind.
A/N: There we go, sort of the penultimate chapter. From here, I'm thinking I have two more chapters before this story is over and I start looking to my next one. Early on there were ideas of involving crossovers and having the SI interact with other super powered folk and what not, but as the story moved on it just really didn't seem IC for him to do so, and so he's laid low instead and kept off the radar of such people because frankly, he's a coward.
Still, bit of a teaser, next chapter will feature Matt Murdock though it might be in a way some people feel is unsatisfying. Mostly because next chapter will also feature a move out of the US as things heat up involving DD S2 and the Civil War movie. So yeah, look forward to that~
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