The Double-Cross

by Stingmist

I guess the whole situation started the moment Rose found that cross in her Grandfather's attic. I didn't think there was anything special about it when she showed it to me. A small, metallic cross that I assumed was meant to represent Christianity. Of course I know better now.

"What should I do with this?" Asked Rose as she held it up to me.

"Is that a book on spider monkeys?" I asked sarcastically.

"No." She said.

Rose had a report to do on spider monkeys for the college course she was taking and her Grandfather said there was a book on the subject stored in the attic.

"Then I think you should put it back where you got it and keep looking for the book." My attention was focused on a pile of books I was going through. So far, nothing on monkeys.

Rose and I had been friends for a handful of years now. We dated for about two weeks when we first met, but that was it. She was very pretty in her own way. Soft, milky skin, long, dark hair, green eyes, and dare I say, large, smooth breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She was just the tiniest bit overweight which, in my opinion, gave her a kind of soft, welcoming glow that no boney woman could ever achieve. Despite my physical attraction to her, her personality could grate on me at times, which made a simple friendship alot more logical than another attempt at romance.

After some time, we found the book and stopped off at a small restaurant for lunch. As we waited for someone to take our orders, Rose pulled the tiny cross from her pocket and began to inspect it.

"What are you doing with that? I thought you put it back?" I asked.

"I looks old, I thought it might be valuable."

"Um, you do know that's stealing. And from your own Grandfather."

"Lighten up, Terry. It's probably been up there for years, and if I hadn't taken it, would sit up there until after the old guy died." Rose continued to inspect at the cross as she spoke, hoping to find some clue as to how valuable it might be.

"Rose, sometimes you can do the most horrid things, I think you should ..."

"Hey, there's a button on the back." She interrupted.

"That's impossible, nothing that old would have a button on it. And what the hell would a button on the back of a cross do, anyways?"

Before Rose could respond, a waitress approached our table.

"Are you two ready to order?" Asked the attractive blonde.

"Uh, I think we'll need some more time." I said.

"Okay, take your time. Neat cross." Said the waitress as she finished placing some silverware on our table.

"Ya, we were just talking about the button on the back of it." Replied Rose as she pressed the button, not expecting anything to happen.

In fact, nothing did happen to the cross. The waitress however, let out a soft sigh that was almost a whimper. Her eyes stared blankly at the cross as her mouth hung partly open. It seemed her entire body had gone as relaxed as it could without causing her to fall to the floor. Now I know it's strange timing, but I remember noticing right at that moment how beautiful her body was.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes." Answered the waitress blankly. Her eyes only half open, but staring with sleepy determination at the cross in Rose's hands.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hypnotised or something?" Asked Rose, half jokingly.

"Yes." She said. Again, in a blank monotone.

Rose and I looked at each other with confused looks on our faces. Neither of us knew how to make any sense of this. I reached over the table and took the cross from Rose. I was amazed to find that the waitress's mindless stare followed the cross exactly. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Are you hypnotised by this?" I asked, holding up the cross.


"Can you say anything other than yes?" Snickered Rose.

"Yes." Rose laughed at the waitress's answer.

"Rose, this isn't funny! We may have done some sort of permanent damage to her."

"Oh gimme that." Rose yanked the cross out of my hands and pushed the button again. Immediately, the waitress blinked awake.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have zoned out there for a minute. I guess I'm pretty tired." She said as her professional smile returned to her face. "You guys said you needed more time, right?"

Rose grinned and pushed the button once more. Once again, the waitress's smile faded as her muscles relaxed, having no control of their own. Her eyes and mouth were all half open, her arms dangling at her sides. I remember being able to see a tiny glimpse of the girl's wet tongue past her relaxed, full lips.

"See, I think it only affects her because the cross was facing her both times that I pushed the button. Neat, eh?" Rose was beginning to accept the reality of the situation very matter-of-factly.

"Christ Rose, we might be giving her brain damage or something." I hissed. I found that I was already getting used to talking about the waitress as if she weren't here, even though she was standing right next to me.

"So, who cares?" Rose looked around the small, almost empty restaurant to find that no one was paying us any attention.

"Hey Bitch, will you do anything I say?" She asked the waitress.

"Yes." Her voice sounded just as mindless as before.

I couldn't believe how much Rose relished her new power. She seemed to get off on being in complete control over someone else.

"Umm..." Rose pursed her lips as she tried to think of a fun test for her new toy. "Drool."

I watched as the girl's warm, wet saliva flowed in a thin stream over her red bottom lip and danced lazily down her smooth, perfect chin.

Rose found this to be hilarious. She couldn't stop laughing.

"Okay, stop drooling. You are now ummm ... a slutbot. You will walk around forever and ever like a clumsy robot saying over and over that you are a slutbot and you want to fuck someone. Now go."

I was horrified as I watched Rose give the waitress her twisted, disgusting orders. But the girl did as she was told. Her expression changed from relaxed, to mechanical. Her eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead. Her arms went from dangling to rigid and tense. Her elbows bent slightly and her hands stuck in an almost cartoon-like karate chop pose.

"I. am. a. slutbot. I. want. to. fuck. someone. I. am. a. slutbot. I. want. to. fuck. someone." She continued to repeat as she walked off in a jerky, robotish fashion.

Rose was laughing hardely as she grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me outside.

"We'd better get outta here." She smiled. And she was right. I could see through the restaurant's window that the manager was already looking puzzled and asking the poor girl what she was doing. All the while she kept walking mechanically around the room repeating her phrase. From time to time, she would bump into a wall or table and turn clumsily around to walk off in another random direction.

The next day I tore into Rose's apartment and angrily slammed a newspaper onto the couch next to her. She turned off the TV and casually looked at the paper.

"God, knock much?" What Rose saw was an article about a waitress named Karen Cazrie who had slipped into a near catatonic state. She apparently was emitted into North Grandway Hospital yesterday uttering strange phrases that her family is asking to be kept private.

"Oh wow! This is too funny!" She said.

"Funny?! The girl has to be fed through intravenous because she won't eat! She won't do anything except say your stupid, demeaning phrase!"

"Relax, will you? All I have to do is go down to the hospital and snap her out of it. In the meantime, I've been testing the cross on people and I've learned some things. It affects anyone it's facing when you push the button. If you push the button again while they're looking at it, they snap out of it. Otherwise, they're stuck in a trance forever. Unfortunately, you can only affect one person at a time, otherwise I'd go to a movie theater and jump up infront of the screen and entrance the whole audience!"

"Quite, or your roommate will hear you. One call to the cops and we're in big trouble."

"Oh don't worry about her. JOANNE!" Rose called into the kitchen.

My heart leapt into my throat as I saw Joanne enter the living room carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies. On her face I saw the same, wide eyed, mechanical expression that the waitress had when she became a robot. Joanne's walking style had also been altered to that of a robot, yet she was much more graceful than the waitress.

"You mean you actually..."

"Yes I did. And why did I turn you into my robo-slave Joanne?" Rose took a cookie from Joanne's tray as she spoke.

"Because. I. have. a. big. mouth. I. am. a. slut. who. should. do. whatever. Rose. tells. me. because. I. am. to. fucking. stupid. to. think. on. my. own." This was obviously a phrase Rose had programmed into her via the cross. Rose smiled at me and took a bite of her cookie.

"I'll fix that waitress some other day, but my new toy Joanne is gonna stay like this forever. I like having someone do all the work in life while I do whatever I want."

I walked over to Joanne and waved my hand infront of her blank face. She did not respond at all. As I looked at her, I could swear that behind those wide, mindless eyes was just a hint of panic. It looked as though Joanne knew everything that was happening to her, but was powerless to do anything about it. Then a terrifying thought struck me. If Rose was crazy enough to do this to her friend and roommate, there was a strong possibility that she might do something similar to me. My morals were pushed aside as fear began to take over.

"Okay, well I'm gonna get going. I've gotta work in an hour." Rose seemed to sense the fear in my voice and stood up from the couch.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not gonna entrance you. Besides, this isn't even the real cross. It's a fake, see?" Like an idiot, I instinctively looked at what she was holding up. The last sound I heard before I was entranced was a tiny click from the cross' button.

When I woke up, I was sitting on the couch with Rose sitting beside me. I could hear Joanne cleaning in the kitchen. I figured that an entranced victim was not aware of his or her surroundings, but once giving an order to say, become a robot, that person then leaves the entranced state and enters a state of full awareness. However, the victim would only be able to do what their mind has been reprogrammed to do.

I was surprised to find that I had full control of myself. Rose laughed as she saw me move my hands, arms and feet to test if I was a robot or some other embarrassing creation.

"You don't have to worry, I haven't turned you into anything. I only made it so we can still hang out without you worrying about the moral implications of what I'm doing."

"What?" I asked.

"In short, I made it so you get turned on by seeing people become robots and other, similar stuff. Good idea, eh?"

It was true, I realised that the thought of Joanne as a slave-bot and even the waitress as a slut-bot was making me more turned on than I'd ever been. Even though I still felt bad for the girls, I was suddenly thinking of all the things I could make Joanne do right now. I has to turned on not to act on it.

"Rose, may I borrow the cross so I can have some fun with your slave-bot?"

"Sure thing. Just don't break her." Rose handed me the cross and we both smiled at each other.

"Is this how it works?" I faced the item toward Rose and pressed the button.

"No no! Don't ... do ... tha ..." Rose's sentence slowed down until it stopped completely. Her protesting arms dropped onto her lap and her head tilted gently to one side. I was incredibly turned on as I watched her face and body relax uncontrollably.

"Can you hear me Rose?"


"Good, then drool."

I watched as her chin slowly became coated with her own shiny saliva. But this was not enough for my erotic revenge to really work. I wanted her to be aware of what was happening.

"Stop drooling. You are now a dolly. You will always smile brightly and you can only speak when spoken to. And when you talk, you must talk like a little girl. Your body is floppy like a ragdoll unless I order you to move. Even then, you will find movement awkward and clumsy. You live to please whoever plays with you."

Rose's mouth formed into a smile so bright and cheery that I was sure it must have been painful to maintain. Her eyes were wide and happy, but still remained blank and only stared straight ahead. Her hands formed into mitten shapes. I pushed gently on her shoulder and she flopped onto the couch, laying down with one arm dangling off the edge. I watched the arm swing gently over the edge of the couch, all the while she kept her huge, dolly smile. I knew that now she was aware.

"Can you hear me Rose?"

"Yes." Her voice was like cotton candy drowning in syrup. Like an innocent little girl, but almost robotic as well.

"Ironic isn't it? That because of what you made me, you will spend the rest of your life pleasing me." As I spoke, I began to take off Rose's clothing. Her blank, cheery eyes staring back at me.

"You see, you may have giving me these strong urges, but you didn't remove my conscience. I don't want to hurt innocents, but you however..." I removed the last piece of the clothing and touched my hand to her helpless breast.

"Please me." I said as I took off my pants and sat back on the couch. Rose sat up, her dolly head bobbing from one side to the next as she tried to gain control of it. Her smiling eyes stared off at nothing as she clumsily crawled to her knees infront of me.

As I felt her take me into her mouth, I knew that she must be feeling both terrified and overjoyed. Hating the fact that I had beaten her in her little game and would never allow her to have control of herself again, but loving the reprogramming I had given her to enjoy pleasing whoever played with her. I looked at the cross on the couch next to me. As an orgasm welled up inside me, I found myself wondering what I would do with the wonderful device once I freed Joanne and the waitress...

The End?

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