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Roxy was surprised by how lonely it felt to not have a Scotsman speaking into her ear for an entire mission, but she had to sacrifice the AR glasses which provided a Kingsman with their tech support for this run on Cross Psychometrics. Eggsy (or Galahad, she supposed) had his fried the moment he entered the building by some powerful interference throughout the whole place and had to abort. So here, three weeks later, she was just Roxanne Morton, not Agent Lancelot. But she was still going to get to the bottom of what was going on at this tech startup.
The Cross Psychometrics building wasn't exactly ostentatious, just a standard concrete office building with too-large windows situated just outside Windsor town centre. Its logo attached to the side of the edifice was pretty lowest common denominator, just the company name emblazoned on an orange 'x'. Yet apparently this little market research company was the centre of one Sarah Cross' vast empire of corruption and bribery.

Roxy had actually been the one to uncover the case. A host of civil servants, police officers, and even the local MP, all sending emails to her with almost slavish affectation (she seemed to like to be referred to as 'Mistress'). But on the actual woman, she had nothing but records of an Oxford Experimental Psych degree and a few years in a tech firm as an exec before she founded this little venture. She didn't even have any pictures except a tiny reference from Linkedin, showing a white women with medium-length mousy hair and a slightly thin, pointed face. Nevertheless, it was villains like Cross who were often the real cause of societal woe, rather than major oligarchs and mad scientists. They were obvious and easy to fight without any independent intelligence agencies. Women like Sarah who were somehow controlling an entire region were almost invisible to the powers that be. So she was coming in to find whatever files this minor CEO had, and potentially bring her in for questioning.

Dressed in a nice semi-formal number (a pleasant departure from her usual pantsuits and blazers), Roxy was confident she could blag her way in past the receptionist.

"Hi there, I'm Lucy Lance, from Kingsman Tailors. I set up an appointment with Ms. Cross on the phone. Could you possibly direct me to her?"

Before the man behind the desk, a large forty-something with a beard which really did resemble whiskers, could respond, an intercom in the corner of the ceiling crackled, heralding a sweet, sing-song voice.

"Give yourself a quick break. It's important to relax in my company, that way you will be more productive - and more happy!"

She moved to speak again, but the woman on the speaker gave another message after an annoying tone.

"Ensure your service meets the requirements of your role. For our customers to be happy, you need to be happy all the time!"

"Sorry, company announcements." The man gave a jolly smile as he click-clacked on his keyboard a few times. "I'm afraid I haven't got the appointment down, but Sarah is free. You certainly look the part, so just go on up. Lift's broken though, so you'll have to go through the offices." He chuckled as he wrote a note to check on maintenance, and waved Roxy on.

She hadn't even had to start a charm offensive, this job was pretty easy. She started up the stairs two at a time while considering her options. She was sure that just going straight up she could find the head office, but maybe she could sweet-talk the desk workers into giving her any intel on Cross' dealings. It was unlikely, but worth a sh-

"You are a valued employee, but remember to bear in mind the target market or your work will be useless!"

"I hope you all do some overtime to bang out anything you're midway on. This is Sarah Cross, and I know you'll all do your best for me!"

Ahh, so the saccharine messages were from Ms. Cross herself. Surely her employees would be able to give her some dirt with the right choice of words. Speaking of words, there was something Roxy couldn't put her finger on that was weird about Sarah's pronunciation. But before she could think any more, the door at the top of the stairs beckoned, opening into a large floor of desks, with a few dozen suited people all typing away, answering queries, and doing everything you'd expect of a normal tech startup.

Roxy went over her plan again, find a girl to give her directions to the CEO, and use her to get into a chat with a couple of guys, charm them into giving her any info she could get on Cross - hopefully she could find a creepy looking one who might actually know something about the woman.

"I do not expect you to be a perfect employee, but I do expect effort throughout all you do!"

"If you make a mistake, it's fine, but do not cover it up, report it to the system and you will be fine!"

God, that beep between the messages really got on her nerves. It was like it pierced through her brain, perfect to interrupt any train of thought she was having before the regular bloody tannoy messages. At least she was timing that time so they were every 10 minutes. Good to plan around, if only to keep the flow of a conversation going.

She opened the door and begun the most mundane infiltration of her career. People barely saw her as she moved gracefully between aisles of people collating personality surveys and marketing reports. It really was quite boring just looking around this completely normal office block for a good set of targets. Except for the fact that no-one was looking away from their screens, or bullshitting with their neighbour, or anything one would expect in any office environment. Instead, everyone seemed perfectly content with just slaving away at their screens. Well, she had heard that techie people tended to be pretty in to their craft, so it wasn't much of a cause for suspicion.

But it was still disconcerting, her first ploy had been to get a drink of water and stand at the cooler in her best 'naive, pretty girl - please come talk to and trust me' pose, but not a single bite. At least they were efficient, it seemed every man there had three full plastic cups ready at their desk to minimise travel time.

So the second plan was just to sweetly walk over to the nearest person and just ask them where to find Miss Cross.

"Oh yeah, Sarah's just on the third floor, if you go to the other side and through the corridor to the loos there's a lift that'll get you almost right there." Was the brunette's smiling reply. No questions asked, despite Roxy's clear unfamiliarity and dress. Again, just a bit weird.

"Ensure your service meets the requirements of your role. For our customers to be happy, you need to be happy all the time!"

Beep

"We do not expect you to be a perfect employee, but we do expect effort throughout all you do!"

Roxy was starting to get a bit nervous now. This place was like an uncanny valley, and the creeping sensation of goosebumps was crawling up her back and down her arms. For a moment, she considered turning tail and leaving the whole affair behind.

No, those weren't the thoughts of a Kingsman. Sarah Cross was threatening the people of this nation with her corruption, and Roxy was the one who was assigned to stop her. She needed to move past her misgivings. On to plan C - the honey trap.

"Hey boys, I'm here for a meeting and I got a little lost, could you help me out?" Her deeper, seductive voice finally proved enough to get a pair of semi-handsome workers to turn away from Qualtrics and towards her.

"Hi there. Yeah, it's a bit too big on this floor, isn't it?" Said a chiselled blonde.

"I can't believe they've still not fixed the lift downstairs. Who are you needing to see?" Added a green-eyed cutie with slightly chubby cheeks.

"Oh, I'm here to see Sarah Cross, it sounds like she's in a lot of contact with the workers?"

"Yeah, she's really great!"

"Absolutely! Best boss I've ever had..." The pair of them just smiled at her for a moment.

"Oh yeah, you'll be able to get to her with the lift on the other end, that one isn't broken."

"Great, thanks! Hey, could you tell me a bit more about her?"

They both nodded vigorously, the blonde was the first to start a hagiographical explanation of every single aspect of Sarah Cross' character, helped out by various interruptions from his heavier friend. Whoever she was, Cross was definitely a likeable woman. Roxy entertained the thought that there was no blackmail, perhaps people were doing her bidding just out of pure admiration. But that was ridiculous, she had dealt with politicians before. Even if the police and others under her thumb were legitimately charmed, no MP worth his salt would be making decisions with an ounce of personal affection. It was adorable though, seeing these two workers gushing about a boss they loved, clearly completely unaware of any of Cross Psychometrics' other dealings.

"You are a valued employee, but remember bear in mind the target market or your work will be useless!"

Beep

"If you make a mistake, it's fine, but do not cover it up, report it to the system and you will be fine!"

What was interesting was that Roxy was now noticing that every person in the office, including the two men who were so animated a moment ago, stopped what they were doing and listened to those messages with rapt attention. It would be almost cult-like if it wasn't for the sweet intonation of the clearly tacky, business-speak messages. She bid the two men goodbye and started towards the elevator. It was really hard to believe that an innocent office like this was the centre of a criminal empire which was causing so much suffering by diverting funds and preventing investigations. It just wasn't congruent with the happy, family atmosphere here. These good people couldn't possibly be complicit in evil. Roxy was sure of it.

The elevator doors slid open with a of sliding metal, and Roxy tried to compose herself. It was exciting. She'd be able to meet this beautiful woman and get to the bottom of why it seemed she was controlling some vast conspiracy, when clearly she was just an invested boss for a small company of devoted servants, and far too nice and kind to be blackmailing anyone. But Roxy was a Kingsman, so she needed evidence.

As the third floor chime went off, the intercom sounded again, a few minutes early.

"Give yourself a quick break, it's important to relax in my company, that way you will be more productive, and more happy!"

Roxy's confusion at the early announcement, and her attempts to figure out what was so weird about it, were immediately shut off by the Beep

"I hope you all do some overtime to bang out anything you're midway on. This is Sarah Cross, and I know you'll all do your best for me!"

It was good that her thoughts were interrupted, wondering about that sort of stuff wouldn't get her anywhere. She just had to talk to Sarah.

She knocked, and heard the boss' real voice (not quite as sweet, but every bit as pleasant to hear in a soft southern accent) beckoning her in. She entered by opening the door with a shaking hand. She grabbed it with her left, pulling it behind her so the CEO she so wanted to investigate didn't look down on her for being nervous.

"Hi, Miss Cross? I'm Lucy Lance, from Kingsman Tailors, and I wanted to set up a meeting."

The woman across the room from her stood up to greet her. She was a striking figure, about five foot nine, with toned, lightly tanned legs visible beneath a black dress, and a simple white blouse accentuating the simple curved of her body, and light brown hair framing a face which seemed both severe in structure but welcoming in expression. "I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of a Miss Lance, but please come in. Call me Sarah."

At that disarming smile, Roxy stammered. "W-well... this is awkward. But, well, I'm not called Lucy. I'm Roxanne Morton. From the Kingsman, a private security agency."

Her right arm tried to move to put a hand over her mouth, but she stopped it with her left. Roxy felt herself smile. The more she said, the more she realised it was true. The more she realised that Sarah needed to know these things.

"I came to investigate multiple pieces of evidence which suggests you are blackmailing many important people around Buckinghamshire. But, I realise now that I made a mistake. You didn't blackmail them, they willingly give you information and do what you say."

Sarah sat down on the desk with a warm smile, one leg crossed over the other.

"And, well, I know why. Because you're in control of them. J-just like me."

She fell to her knees. Her right arm stopped shaking as the words forced out the last of her free will and filled her mind completely with the undeniable reality of her station.

"I want to be part of it. I want to serve you, Sarah. I want to obey you and be your thrall. I have to be."

Sarah smiled down at her and chuckled, a hand came down from those heavenly heights and began to stroke Roxy's hair.

"You can be, my dear. Trust me, I welcome people like you who want to be mine. But first, some ground rules. You will do anything I say, without question." Obviously, Roxy thought, that's what she was always meant to do. "Secondly, you will call me Mistress." Again, it made sense. Roxy didn't deserve to call her Mistress by her given name. She didn't deserve that right. Mistress was powerful and amazing, Roxy was just a silly little girl who didn't understand her place in the world until this very moment.

"Yes Mistress." She said, simply. Nothing more needed to be. Both of them knew how helplessly under control she was.

Then her Mistress' legs opened.

"Pleasure me, slave. And I will give you your next instructions."

With more enthusiasm than she had ever applied to anything, Roxy plunged forward into her new being - the being she was destined to be. What she needed to become.

"First of all, you will forget everything about this meeting but the pure bliss you are feeling right now. Second, you will report to this 'Kingsman' organisation that this evidence was planted by... let's say BAE, and they need to focus on them. Finally, you will, every night, on the most secure connection you have, send me an update on your activities and location, so I can know how best to use you."

It was all Roxy could hope for. A chance to be used by Mistress. Every night, she would be able to let go of her free will, of the need to exercise her own judgement, and become a perfect slave again, just as she was now. Her new life was amazing.

---

This started as another of those TheStonemiester1 suggestions which hit on an idea I wanted to explore anyway, and actually watching Kingsman since that conversation definitely made me want to explore Sophie Cookson here ;D. Anyway, since it's been like six weeks since that conversation I'm not going to pretend I'm fulfilling a request well, but I'm excited to see how this approach to writing subliminal brainwashing goes.

Description
Roxy was surprised by how lonely it felt to not have a Scotsman speaking into her ear for an entire mission, but she had to sacrifice the AR glasses which provided a Kingsman with their tech support for this run on Cross Psychometrics. Eggsy (or Galahad, she supposed) had his fried the moment he entered the building by some powerful interference throughout the whole place and had to abort. So here, three weeks later, she was just Roxanne Morton, not Agent Lancelot. But she was still going to get to the bottom of what was going on at this tech startup.
The Cross Psychometrics building wasn't exactly ostentatious, just a standard concrete office building with too-large windows situated just outside Windsor town centre. Its logo attached to the side of the edifice was pretty lowest common denominator, just the company name emblazoned on an orange 'x'. Yet apparently this little market research company was the centre of one Sarah Cross' vast empire of corruption and bribery.

Roxy had actually been the one to uncover the case. A host of civil servants, police officers, and even the local MP, all sending emails to her with almost slavish affectation (she seemed to like to be referred to as 'Mistress'). But on the actual woman, she had nothing but records of an Oxford Experimental Psych degree and a few years in a tech firm as an exec before she founded this little venture. She didn't even have any pictures except a tiny reference from Linkedin, showing a white women with medium-length mousy hair and a slightly thin, pointed face. Nevertheless, it was villains like Cross who were often the real cause of societal woe, rather than major oligarchs and mad scientists. They were obvious and easy to fight without any independent intelligence agencies. Women like Sarah who were somehow controlling an entire region were almost invisible to the powers that be. So she was coming in to find whatever files this minor CEO had, and potentially bring her in for questioning.

Dressed in a nice semi-formal number (a pleasant departure from her usual pantsuits and blazers), Roxy was confident she could blag her way in past the receptionist.

"Hi there, I'm Lucy Lance, from Kingsman Tailors. I set up an appointment with Ms. Cross on the phone. Could you possibly direct me to her?"

Before the man behind the desk, a large forty-something with a beard which really did resemble whiskers, could respond, an intercom in the corner of the ceiling crackled, heralding a sweet, sing-song voice.

"Give yourself a quick break. It's important to relax in my company, that way you will be more productive - and more happy!"

She moved to speak again, but the woman on the speaker gave another message after an annoying tone.

"Ensure your service meets the requirements of your role. For our customers to be happy, you need to be happy all the time!"

"Sorry, company announcements." The man gave a jolly smile as he click-clacked on his keyboard a few times. "I'm afraid I haven't got the appointment down, but Sarah is free. You certainly look the part, so just go on up. Lift's broken though, so you'll have to go through the offices." He chuckled as he wrote a note to check on maintenance, and waved Roxy on.

She hadn't even had to start a charm offensive, this job was pretty easy. She started up the stairs two at a time while considering her options. She was sure that just going straight up she could find the head office, but maybe she could sweet-talk the desk workers into giving her any intel on Cross' dealings. It was unlikely, but worth a sh-

"You are a valued employee, but remember to bear in mind the target market or your work will be useless!"

"I hope you all do some overtime to bang out anything you're midway on. This is Sarah Cross, and I know you'll all do your best for me!"

Ahh, so the saccharine messages were from Ms. Cross herself. Surely her employees would be able to give her some dirt with the right choice of words. Speaking of words, there was something Roxy couldn't put her finger on that was weird about Sarah's pronunciation. But before she could think any more, the door at the top of the stairs beckoned, opening into a large floor of desks, with a few dozen suited people all typing away, answering queries, and doing everything you'd expect of a normal tech startup.

Roxy went over her plan again, find a girl to give her directions to the CEO, and use her to get into a chat with a couple of guys, charm them into giving her any info she could get on Cross - hopefully she could find a creepy looking one who might actually know something about the woman.

"I do not expect you to be a perfect employee, but I do expect effort throughout all you do!"

"If you make a mistake, it's fine, but do not cover it up, report it to the system and you will be fine!"

God, that beep between the messages really got on her nerves. It was like it pierced through her brain, perfect to interrupt any train of thought she was having before the regular bloody tannoy messages. At least she was timing that time so they were every 10 minutes. Good to plan around, if only to keep the flow of a conversation going.

She opened the door and begun the most mundane infiltration of her career. People barely saw her as she moved gracefully between aisles of people collating personality surveys and marketing reports. It really was quite boring just looking around this completely normal office block for a good set of targets. Except for the fact that no-one was looking away from their screens, or bullshitting with their neighbour, or anything one would expect in any office environment. Instead, everyone seemed perfectly content with just slaving away at their screens. Well, she had heard that techie people tended to be pretty in to their craft, so it wasn't much of a cause for suspicion.

But it was still disconcerting, her first ploy had been to get a drink of water and stand at the cooler in her best 'naive, pretty girl - please come talk to and trust me' pose, but not a single bite. At least they were efficient, it seemed every man there had three full plastic cups ready at their desk to minimise travel time.

So the second plan was just to sweetly walk over to the nearest person and just ask them where to find Miss Cross.

"Oh yeah, Sarah's just on the third floor, if you go to the other side and through the corridor to the loos there's a lift that'll get you almost right there." Was the brunette's smiling reply. No questions asked, despite Roxy's clear unfamiliarity and dress. Again, just a bit weird.

"Ensure your service meets the requirements of your role. For our customers to be happy, you need to be happy all the time!"

Beep

"We do not expect you to be a perfect employee, but we do expect effort throughout all you do!"

Roxy was starting to get a bit nervous now. This place was like an uncanny valley, and the creeping sensation of goosebumps was crawling up her back and down her arms. For a moment, she considered turning tail and leaving the whole affair behind.

No, those weren't the thoughts of a Kingsman. Sarah Cross was threatening the people of this nation with her corruption, and Roxy was the one who was assigned to stop her. She needed to move past her misgivings. On to plan C - the honey trap.

"Hey boys, I'm here for a meeting and I got a little lost, could you help me out?" Her deeper, seductive voice finally proved enough to get a pair of semi-handsome workers to turn away from Qualtrics and towards her.

"Hi there. Yeah, it's a bit too big on this floor, isn't it?" Said a chiselled blonde.

"I can't believe they've still not fixed the lift downstairs. Who are you needing to see?" Added a green-eyed cutie with slightly chubby cheeks.

"Oh, I'm here to see Sarah Cross, it sounds like she's in a lot of contact with the workers?"

"Yeah, she's really great!"

"Absolutely! Best boss I've ever had..." The pair of them just smiled at her for a moment.

"Oh yeah, you'll be able to get to her with the lift on the other end, that one isn't broken."

"Great, thanks! Hey, could you tell me a bit more about her?"

They both nodded vigorously, the blonde was the first to start a hagiographical explanation of every single aspect of Sarah Cross' character, helped out by various interruptions from his heavier friend. Whoever she was, Cross was definitely a likeable woman. Roxy entertained the thought that there was no blackmail, perhaps people were doing her bidding just out of pure admiration. But that was ridiculous, she had dealt with politicians before. Even if the police and others under her thumb were legitimately charmed, no MP worth his salt would be making decisions with an ounce of personal affection. It was adorable though, seeing these two workers gushing about a boss they loved, clearly completely unaware of any of Cross Psychometrics' other dealings.

"You are a valued employee, but remember bear in mind the target market or your work will be useless!"

Beep

"If you make a mistake, it's fine, but do not cover it up, report it to the system and you will be fine!"

What was interesting was that Roxy was now noticing that every person in the office, including the two men who were so animated a moment ago, stopped what they were doing and listened to those messages with rapt attention. It would be almost cult-like if it wasn't for the sweet intonation of the clearly tacky, business-speak messages. She bid the two men goodbye and started towards the elevator. It was really hard to believe that an innocent office like this was the centre of a criminal empire which was causing so much suffering by diverting funds and preventing investigations. It just wasn't congruent with the happy, family atmosphere here. These good people couldn't possibly be complicit in evil. Roxy was sure of it.

The elevator doors slid open with a of sliding metal, and Roxy tried to compose herself. It was exciting. She'd be able to meet this beautiful woman and get to the bottom of why it seemed she was controlling some vast conspiracy, when clearly she was just an invested boss for a small company of devoted servants, and far too nice and kind to be blackmailing anyone. But Roxy was a Kingsman, so she needed evidence.

As the third floor chime went off, the intercom sounded again, a few minutes early.

"Give yourself a quick break, it's important to relax in my company, that way you will be more productive, and more happy!"

Roxy's confusion at the early announcement, and her attempts to figure out what was so weird about it, were immediately shut off by the Beep

"I hope you all do some overtime to bang out anything you're midway on. This is Sarah Cross, and I know you'll all do your best for me!"

It was good that her thoughts were interrupted, wondering about that sort of stuff wouldn't get her anywhere. She just had to talk to Sarah.

She knocked, and heard the boss' real voice (not quite as sweet, but every bit as pleasant to hear in a soft southern accent) beckoning her in. She entered by opening the door with a shaking hand. She grabbed it with her left, pulling it behind her so the CEO she so wanted to investigate didn't look down on her for being nervous.

"Hi, Miss Cross? I'm Lucy Lance, from Kingsman Tailors, and I wanted to set up a meeting."

The woman across the room from her stood up to greet her. She was a striking figure, about five foot nine, with toned, lightly tanned legs visible beneath a black dress, and a simple white blouse accentuating the simple curved of her body, and light brown hair framing a face which seemed both severe in structure but welcoming in expression. "I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of a Miss Lance, but please come in. Call me Sarah."

At that disarming smile, Roxy stammered. "W-well... this is awkward. But, well, I'm not called Lucy. I'm Roxanne Morton. From the Kingsman, a private security agency."

Her right arm tried to move to put a hand over her mouth, but she stopped it with her left. Roxy felt herself smile. The more she said, the more she realised it was true. The more she realised that Sarah needed to know these things.

"I came to investigate multiple pieces of evidence which suggests you are blackmailing many important people around Buckinghamshire. But, I realise now that I made a mistake. You didn't blackmail them, they willingly give you information and do what you say."

Sarah sat down on the desk with a warm smile, one leg crossed over the other.

"And, well, I know why. Because you're in control of them. J-just like me."

She fell to her knees. Her right arm stopped shaking as the words forced out the last of her free will and filled her mind completely with the undeniable reality of her station.

"I want to be part of it. I want to serve you, Sarah. I want to obey you and be your thrall. I have to be."

Sarah smiled down at her and chuckled, a hand came down from those heavenly heights and began to stroke Roxy's hair.

"You can be, my dear. Trust me, I welcome people like you who want to be mine. But first, some ground rules. You will do anything I say, without question." Obviously, Roxy thought, that's what she was always meant to do. "Secondly, you will call me Mistress." Again, it made sense. Roxy didn't deserve to call her Mistress by her given name. She didn't deserve that right. Mistress was powerful and amazing, Roxy was just a silly little girl who didn't understand her place in the world until this very moment.

"Yes Mistress." She said, simply. Nothing more needed to be. Both of them knew how helplessly under control she was.

Then her Mistress' legs opened.

"Pleasure me, slave. And I will give you your next instructions."

With more enthusiasm than she had ever applied to anything, Roxy plunged forward into her new being - the being she was destined to be. What she needed to become.

"First of all, you will forget everything about this meeting but the pure bliss you are feeling right now. Second, you will report to this 'Kingsman' organisation that this evidence was planted by... let's say BAE, and they need to focus on them. Finally, you will, every night, on the most secure connection you have, send me an update on your activities and location, so I can know how best to use you."

It was all Roxy could hope for. A chance to be used by Mistress. Every night, she would be able to let go of her free will, of the need to exercise her own judgement, and become a perfect slave again, just as she was now. Her new life was amazing.

---

This started as another of those TheStonemiester1 suggestions which hit on an idea I wanted to explore anyway, and actually watching Kingsman since that conversation definitely made me want to explore Sophie Cookson here ;D. Anyway, since it's been like six weeks since that conversation I'm not going to pretend I'm fulfilling a request well, but I'm excited to see how this approach to writing subliminal brainwashing goes.