Title: Indoctrination By zorkmeister
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Time meant nothing to her now.
How long had it been?
It was impossible to gauge the passage of time in the windowless room that was continually bathed in stark brightness. The very concept of time itself seemed so remote and distant. It was part of a different life she once had. A completely different universe.
She was locked alone in this hellish existence.
She was so lonely and so frightened. Terror and fear controlled her emotions.
She had sobbed and wailed uncontrollably.
She had screamed in pure terror.
She had yelled in desperation for some sign of life outside the prison cell she was trapped inside.
She had clawed desperately at the door until her fingers bled.
There had been nothing. No response at all to her increasingly frantic attempts to make contact with somebody, anybody.
She was just so alone. Terror and the gnawing fear that gripped her were the only companions in her waking nightmare.
Amanda was completely naked in her bleached out prison. Well she was almost naked. Naked would have been preferable. The horrible collar held her neck tightly. The band of solid black plastic encircled her neck, stretching it painfully and forcing her head upwards. It was impossible for Amanda to move her head to the side or look down. She could move her head up a fraction but that was all.
Struggle as she may, the collar was locked tight around her. It was impossible to remove. That was the most frightening aspect. What was this object that was fastened to her? Who had put it on her? What did the collar mean?
It was all just too much for Amanda to take in.
She was just so alone.
Amanda's world was a white hell. The small room consisted of a white tiled floor and walls with bright fluorescent lights recessed into a white ceiling that blared continuously. The lights never dimmed. Amanda had an almost permanent squint now whenever she dared to open her eyes. But there wasn't much need for her to do that. The glare was much more bearable if she kept her eyes shut.
The room was completely bare and without furniture. The only concession to her basic needs was the central drain in the tiled floor through which she'd learned to expel her own waste. A small trough had been built into the wall opposite the blank metal door. Through a tube above it, some sort of greyish sludge that passed for food was periodically dumped into it. Amanda had no utensils to help her eat so she'd learned to suck the sticky mess off her fingers, licking the chemical tasting gooey slop from her messy hands.
Then suddenly it had begun. The voice had boomed through her featureless world. Startled at the sound of another human being's voice Amanda had staggered to her feet and looked around frantically for the source of this unexpected development. Her dazzled eyes searched the tiny cell in vain.
There was no one. She was still all alone in the room.
The voice had echoed through the silent nightmare. After so long bereft of any other human contact the voice was almost deafeningly loud. It seemed to be coming from all around her. All directions. The voice echoed off the tiled walls and floor. It echoed through Amanda's solitude.
Amanda listened more closely now after overcoming her initial shock. The voice was familiar somehow but also frightening. Amanda shivered.
The female voice spoke clearly in sharp distinct sentences. There was no emotion present in the words. The voice was as blank as Amanda's cell.
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
Over and over. Just the same three short sentences repeated again and again. Amanda realised that it was on some sort of loop and that it would go on and on until whoever had decided to inflict this torture on her decided to stop. The same dull monotone rang around the tiny room.
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
Slowly Amanda realised why the voice was familiar. It was almost impossible to believe. It staggered her imagination despite the terror and exhaustion that fogged her mind.
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
The voice was hers. She was speaking these things. These horrible things.
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
It couldn't be. Amanda had never said such things. Amanda screamed in the pain of desperation as she attempted to comprehend. What was happening to her?
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
The initial shock had worn off after a time. How much time, Amanda had no way of telling. Instead the voice, her voice, had become a constant companion. Like the lights, it never wavered. Her voice kept repeating the same sentences over and over again.
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
Amanda didn't hear the voice now. She lay curled up on the floor as usual, beyond caring. Amanda lived for the moment now. Amanda lived to crawl to the trough, eat and crap and then curl back again to the cold blank floor. Her eyes were closed almost all the time now. But it made no difference. There was no escape from the hard white world. Lethargy overcame Amanda's mind. Somehow she was no longer worried about anything. She wasn't even frightened. Amanda had gone way beyond that by now.
"I must obey."
"I am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
Now doubt wormed away at her mind.
Was the voice from outside?
It was her voice?
Was inside her own head?
Was she making herself hear these things?
What did it mean?
Was she a slave?
What did being a slave mean?
Was it a good thing?
The room was empty apart from a single occupant staring intently at a bank of flickering screens. She could see the back of the seated woman, glowing faintly in the reflected blue from the screens. The tall woman's heeled boots clicked loudly on the floor as she walked over to stand beside the seated woman who had still not given any sign of being aware of the new entrant.
The seated woman kept staring at the screens. There were two screens active showing two identical white rooms with two naked females lying helplessly within them.
A wry little smile contorted mistress' lips. The one in Indoctrination Chamber 12 was quite cute. She remembered the girl when she'd been brought in. A helpless, drugged body with a smooth complexion, soft and generous breasts, an oval face, blue eyes, red healthy lips. The younger of the two sisters.
"Report," mistress ordered.
The seated woman spoke in a dull monotone. Her speech was clear and precise.
"Both subjects have responded to initial conditioning within normal parameters. Both subjects exhibit signs of acceptance and docility. Both subjects have begun the repeat the audio commands. There have been no visible signs of non-compliance in the past thirty hours."
The woman kept staring at the monitors. Her eyes never wavered. She had not been commanded to turn away from her vigil.
Mistress twisted her neck slightly to savour the statuesque apparition that was fixated on the screens.
The drone was a tall, strong, ebony skinned woman in her early twenties. She had well developed muscles useful for lifting and carrying as well as for restraining unyielding subjects if necessary. The woman wore a standard drone uniform consisting of a pair of long, thigh high, skin tight black leather boots and above that a black covering made of a glossy black material that hugged her groin tightly. Finally the drone wore a grey coloured long sleeved top. Made of some sort of shimmering fabric, the short bodied top reached to just under her ample breasts, baring her toned body from there down to the glistening black panties. Her nipples were clearly visible through the taut grey abric that enveloped her breasts. The huge collar of the garment had been pulled right up over the girl's head. The drone's face disappeared beneath the tight folds of soft material, leaving only a grey impression of the well defined facial features that lay beneath the cowl. An opening in the top of the mask allowed the long, tightly bound ponytail to be displayed proudly.
The drone still had a very faint trace of an accent in her voice even after all this time. Spanish or South American? It didn't matter now.
"Very good," she answered. "Continue Indoctrination procedure for another twelve hours. Then we can begin to brainwash our two new arrivals properly."
"Yes mistress," came the dull, mechanical reply from behind the drone's mask.
Mistress looked at the two passive captives. She saw their mouths moving in time with the synthesised copies of their own voices being broadcast into each cell from the concealed speakers. It was important to soften them up first by breaking their will to resist by showing how powerless they really were.
After a week of complete isolation, lack of human contact and terror it was much easier for them to believe in the new truths that were going to be revealed to them. Much easier. Their minds would soak it up like sponges.
Mistress smiled to herself again. This was always such fun.
But there was time enough for fun later on. In the meantime there was always more work to be done.
It was unreal. The door had finally opened. Through the dazzling glare Rachel had seen them.
Rachel couldn't believe it. At last she knew that there was someone else here.
Rachel watched the women enter her bare, stinking cell in sheer disbelief. She felt strong hands grasp her and then lift her to her feet.
Rachel stared at them in disbelief. The two women were either side of her dragging her between them. Rachel was just so tired now. Was this still part of a dream? A hallucination?
They were out in some sort of corridor now. The lights were different. They were bright but nowhere near as dazzling as Rachel had become used to. Nobody spoke.
Rachel couldn't speak. She was just too tired.
The frightening women in grey and leather carried Rachel on.
They were inside another room now. It was different somehow despite being all white again.
Chairs were arranged neatly in the centre of the room. Hazily Rachel managed to liken it to a trip to the dentist. It was weird. Was she ill? The women dragged her limp form towards an empty chair.
Rachel felt the cool plastic of the chair against her naked body. One of the grey women straddled her as she sat in the chair. The woman was only inches away from Rachel's face and she could make out a well defined face that even the mask of grey material could not hide completely. Chocolate coloured skin broke through the anonymous uniform of shiny black vinyl and grey material.
A thought surfaced in Rachel's mind. Pretty. Somehow, Rachel wasn't afraid anymore.
The woman's eyes were hidden beneath the grey mask of her garment. But Rachel felt their power. Meanwhile the other grey woman was busily putting straps around Rachel's legs and hands, securing her limbs tightly to the chair.
Then the faceless black woman who'd straddled her was gone. Rachel was pinned to the chair. Rachel couldn't move even if she had been able to.
One of the faceless women was beside her now. Rachel became aware of her fiddling with something above the chair.
Something metal and shiny.
Rachel was curious but not frightened somehow. It was too difficult for her to summon the effort to be frightened.
Why not?
She should be frightened. She should be very frightened. But Rachel just couldn't find the strength to summon even this basic emotion.
The strong powerful women were in control. Rachel was weak and alone.
They knew what to do.
Something was covering Rachel's eyes now, plunging her into a darkness that she barely remembered. Rachel blinked. It was impossible to see anything in the inky blackness as her eyes struggled to adjust.
Then suddenly colours cascaded in front of her eyes.
Something else was flashing into her eyes.
Dazzling, bright, vibrant colours. Swirling in spectacular random patterns changing and pulsating with life and vibrancy. It was so beautiful. So staggeringly beautiful. Rachel had to look. There was no way she could take her eyes off the captivating display. Whatever weak thoughts Rachel's mind had been able to summon dissolved into the spiralling rainbow that claimed her consciousness.
Blankness overcame Rachel.
The two females had been taken back to their indoctrination cells after their mild first brainwashing session designed to copperfasten the lessons they had been taught.
Dependance. Obedience. Powerlessness.
The two female captives had the glazed look of the newly brainwashed. The new truths burned brightly in their minds now. Their new existence was just beginning.
Arousal coursed through mistress. The screens diminished the sense of raw power and put distance between her and the prey. But mistress still felt the power. And it felt good.
The cute girl in Indoctrination Chamber 12, rachel, stood in the centre of the floor looking quite lost and vulnerable.
Her elder sister, amanda, in the other Chamber had slumped to the ground exhausted completely by the ordeal. She'd submitted already. The body language alone screamed the birth of amandaslave.
She would have no problems with that one.
Taking the microphone in her hand mistress spoke clearly.
"You are a slave," mistress barked harshly.
The speakers in both Chambers boomed her voice over the helpless victims. Watched them react on the screens.
The cute one, rachel, had stiffened to attention, arms by her sides, chest thrust out. A reflex action. Her older sister, amanda, was on her feet also and adopted the same stance. The familiar words hit home.
"You are a slave," mistress barked again.
Clearly visible on the display screens mistress saw the two pairs of lips move as one.
"I am a slave," came the subdued replies relayed from the Chambers to the control room. A puddle of dampness was soaking mistress' panties. A good first impression.
"You must obey," mistress continued in the same tone.
The mantra that had been drilled into the new slaves brains for so long now became truth.
"I must obey," the two female voices replied weakly.
"Obedience is pleasure," mistress went on.
Blankly the captives responded.
"Obedience is pleasure."
Although separated in different cells, their replies were synchronised completely. Each female responded immediately, without thought, to the voice of their mistress. Perfect.
"Mount the pleasure units. Slaves are rewarded for obedience."
Watching carefully, mistress observed as the two new slaves crossed over to the large saddle like contraption made of gleaming metal and plastic that had been brought into their cells.
Two phallus units protruded from the saddle.
amanda had already slung her legs over the saddle. mistress watched as amanda eased her body down on to the phallic stimulators. amanda's naked body rippled in delight as first the vaginal and then the anal stimulator penetrated deep inside her.
Meanwhile the cute one, rachel, had hesitated. Outwardly the slave gave no sign, no change in demeanour or expression. rachel had experienced a brief hesitation, nothing more.
A pause.
Then rachel too was easing her taut body on to the phallic units, gasping as they entered her.
Both newly indoctrinated slaves stared at the other new addition to each cell. A huge screen filled the wall opposite the pleasure units. Emblazoned upon it was the massive diamond shaped emblem in blue and yellow. The outer diamond enclosed another insignia like an inverted U, while inside that there was something that looked like a single eye.
The screen shimmered.
Mistress turned to the drone at the console. "Proceed with stimulation. Standard routine. Keep them aroused for at least an hour."
"Yes mistress," the drone seated at the desk replied.
Both slaves were panting now. Low groans of ecstasy came through the speakers in the control room as the vibrators swelled and throbbed deep inside their bodies.
Now the drone activated the voice playback. The comforting mantra. The new truth.
Glistening with sweat, bodies thrusting in rhythm to the unending stimulation, the two slave's voices panted in agony as their bodies betrayed them.
Both slaves stared vacantly ahead at the diamond emblem.
"i am a slave."
"i must obey."
"Obedience is pleasure."
They were learning to associate pleasure, unbelievable pleasure, with the endless cycle of conditioning. First cruelty to destroy their old minds then pleasure to reward their transition to their new slave existence.
A trickle of wetness seeped through mistress' panties. She could even make out the lower case "i" in each of their voices.
Slaves were not people. They had no individuality. They were objects. They possessed not a body or mind. They were nothing.
Slaves are nothing. Both females knew that now.
The swirling colours faded and grew dimmer. Awareness returned slowly to her mind. It was getting brighter now. The outside world was intruding into her private sphere. The visor was lifting up.
rachel blinked. rachel's eyes were tired from her continual staring. she was sorry to see the lights go as always. she liked the pretty patterns and swirling lights. They made her feel good. It felt really good when they took her to the chair and made her sit down. rachel never wanted to leave. At first, the grey women would grip her tightly and march her across the corridor to the room, but now they just walked behind rachel. They knew that rachel wasn't going anywhere but to the chair and the captivating lights. There was no need to watch her.
The strong woman dressed in that funny grey uniform was releasing her bonds. The woman had that lovely diamond enclosed eye emblem sewn on to her chest.
Right in the middle of her voluptuous breasts.
rachel felt the woman's practised hands unfasten the straps. The straps were more to prevent her moving mid treatment rather than as a means of holding rachel down. rachel kept still though. It was important not to move until they indicated that the slave should. It was important to obey them. she had to obey. she was a slave now.
rachel looked across the familiar room at the line of identical chairs opposite her. They were empty apart from a single occupant directly opposite her.
Another naked woman sat on an identical chair to her own.
No. The correction popped into rachel's head. Another slave sat on the chair. That was correct.
The black collar on the other slave was identical to the one that encircled rachel's neck and bound her mind. The other slave had a firm, curvaceous figure that rachel enjoyed looking at. One of the grey clad women was fiddling with the machinery that covered the slave's face. Now the masked woman stood aside, her task finished.
Recognition dawned on her. Familiar.
rachel stared at the blank, glazed features of the slave sitting opposite. The slave's blue eyes were dull and her lips hung open slightly. The likeness startled rachel. she stared into the other slave's eyes. The slave stared calmly back. Not a flicker of emotion passed within the glazed orbs that returned rachel's gaze.
rachel had seen the slave before? Had she? Where had she seen the slave?
No that was bad. The voice inside rachel's head screamed. rachel was thinking bad thoughts. Bad slave.
Slaves obeyed.
Slaves didn't think.
she was a slave.
she had to obey.
The grey women were escorting the other slave from the chair out of the room. amandaslave watched impassively as the naked slave girl uncurled herself from the chair and rose up and then stiffened alongside the majestic guards with their captivating diamonds. All three women pirouetted together and marched out of the room at a purposeful pace.
The face meant something? That was a face amandaslave had seen before? Was it? It was so hard to remember anything now. So hard.
It was much easier not to think at all. Just obey. Yes, it was much easier to obey and submit and be a good slave.
It was so difficult for amandaslave to remember.
amandaslave liked to watch the sparkling lights and obey. she liked to obey. she'd be going back to the room soon.
Now amandaslave was standing and she too was soon marching steadily forward towards her cell.
rachel had been on the yummy machine. rachel liked it when the big vibrators went inside her ass and juicy snatch. she squirmed in delight as they swelled inside her slavebody. Then the vibrators would begin to throb and pulsate and she'd be lost in ecstasy. And what ecstasy it was. That was her reward for being good. A good slave. An obedient slave.
Suddenly the door was open. Automatically rachel's muscles stiffened and she rose up to her full height. Arms straight by her sides, back ramrod stiff and chest thrust outwards. rachel stared ahead.
Someone new.
Someone wonderful.
A palpable aura of sheer power had entered the room. rachel could taste it.
rachel stared in stunned disbelief.
She was tall and strong and beautiful.
The tall woman was dressed completely differently to the other women who normally came in to collect rachel. She wore a pair of knee length black boots with six inch stiletto heels, a short, tight black leather microskirt and finally a snug fitting white turtleneck sweater with a small beautiful emblem sewn in the middle of the high collar.
The tall woman's long blonde hair gleamed in the light, forming a halo that surrounded her magnificent face.
An achingly beautiful face. rachel had never before experienced such exquisite beauty.
The tall woman's opal coloured eyes glittered in the fluorescent light.
rachel stared open mouthed at the woman. she felt her crotch moisten.
"Kneel before your mistress slave," the woman barked.
That voice! The familiar, wonderful voice. rachel hastily threw herself to the floor, pressing her knees against the cold tiles. A quiver ran through rachel's body.
The slave was staring straight at mistress's crotch now.
rachel could feel mistress watching her. The cold, powerful opal eyes were gauging the naked, prostrate body that knelt before her.
rachel was visibly shaking now. The ecstasy was welling up inside her.
rachel now saw the black crop mistress held and felt it pressed hard into her cheek.
"You have pleased your mistress," the tall woman said now in a friendlier tone.
"You like being a slave don't you?"
"Oh, yes mistress!" rachel gushed excitedly. It was so good to be a slave.
"Happy slaves are good slaves," mistress went on. "Perhaps a reward for my good little slave is in order," mistress purred.
rachel's mind whirled. she was a good slave. her mistress would reward her. rachel was shaking in delight now. rachel could hear mistress' low laughter.
"You may lick my boots clean slave. Time to put that tongue to work."
rachel was completely prostrate now. The slave bent right over and felt the soft leather touch against her tongue. Saliva glistened on the smooth black leather as the good slave carefully wrapped her tongue around mistress' boots.
rachel worked carefully.
she had to clean mistress' boots.
rachel whimpered in sheer delight as her body shuddered with orgasmic glee.
rachel didn't see mistress' hand disappear beneath her hiked up her microskirt. rachel was concentrating on obedience.
Mistress always found these first meetings quite entertaining. The sheer wanton need to adore her when the new slaves met their mistress for the first time was always a rush.
New slaves were always so eager and so desperate to please.
The first slave, Amanda, the older sister, had been perfect. Well by now amadaslave was totally enraptured by the programming that had seeped deep inside the core of her mind. The slavegirl's mind had turned into a sponge, soaking up all that brainwashing even though they were only halfway through the treatment sessions. Everything that was being imprinted into amanda's slavebrain was being absorbed completely without hesitation or resistance.
Profiling indicated a probability of low self esteem in Amanda's previous life which always proved a perfect hook to secure the new slaveself she was becoming. It was always much easier to brainwash someone who had a low opinion of themselves.
Such people had been doing some of the work themselves all their lives. They already believed that they were useless so it was a simple matter to fully convince them of their worthlessness. Then when a way out was offered they embraced it wholeheartedly. The heady combination of power, pleasure and control were the lures that snared their consciousness and led them to irrevocable slavery. There was no turning back for them. They'd doggedly hold on to their brainwashed new life forever.
That sister of hers, the cute one, rachel, was also progressing nicely, mistress mused. She'd fingered herself off while the little slut had been squirming around on the floor licking her boots. A thorough job rachel had done of it too.
But there was something about rachel. It was nothing obvious that could be discerned outwardly. According to all objective criteria rachel was as enslaved as her sister. But yet, there was just something different about that one.
Lots of practice had honed mistress' observational skills. Yes, that rachel wasn't quite as fully subservient as her sister. There was some residual resistance remaining as Rachel tried to fight the programming. A remnant of the former personality peeking through.
But it was nothing that couldn't be remedied.
That could be entertaining in itself.
Slavery had removed the bad thoughts. The brainwashing was good. It made rachel a better slave. Being a slave felt good. All rachel had to do was obey. It was so easy. It was so much easier than trying to think for herself or remember things. That didn't matter now anyhow.
Only the lights, the voice and the wonderful throbbing cocks mattered.
And her slavemistress.
rachel obeyed. But there was always bad thoughts creeping into her mind. Bad, bad thoughts. Wrong thoughts.
Thoughts that made rachel feel funny. They made her feel bad. Slaves should be happy. They shouldn't feel bad.
That troubled rachel. It was confusing to her.
rachel wanted to be like that other slave, the one she saw in the brainwashing room strapped into the other chair being attended by the grey and leather clad women. The strong women were drones. mistress had explained that. They were slaves too. It was good there were so many slaves.
It was so beautiful for rachel to see the woman in her smooth unbending collar becoming a slave as well. rachel liked to see the way the other woman's naked body remained still in the chair as the drones set to work. rachel knew that she looked like that in the chair also. That made her wet.
Slavery was good.
It felt warm and soft to be a slave.
It was just so good. rachel was so lucky. They were all so lucky to be slaves.
That other slavegirl was lucky too.
rachel recalled watching with idle curiosity as the drones lowered the visor over the other slavegirl's blue eyes. The shiny metal dome covered the top of the blank faced slave's head. rachel could sense the swirling patterns beginning their work and almost see the slave's eyes losing focus underneath the visor. The voice would be speaking directly to the girl's slavemind. Now the other slave's mouth began moving beneath the dome. The girl's slavelips repeating the endless slavetruth that poured into her brain.
That felt good. rachel liked to watch as the other slave obeyed. Obedience was good.
The blue eyes obeyed.
It was better not to think about the other slavegirl.
It was better to just think about obedience and slavery.
Much better.
she awoke from the blackness that had engulfed her. How much time had passed, amandaslave had no way to tell even if she had wanted to. her eyes were sore and her vision was blurred and fuzzy. But amandaslave knew that it was all for her own good. If she was going to become a good slave she had to submit totally.
amandaslave's body ached in pain but still she dragged herself towards the saddle shaped pleasure unit in her cell. Sliding herself down on to the double intruders, amandaslave moaned in delight. The vibrators hummed to life, bringing her battered, abused body to unimaginable heaven. The girl that once called herself Amanda sat on the saddle and spasmed her existence into forgetfulness.
The slave stared intently at the screen. The diamond. That precious sign amandaslave had learned to adore. above all else. That perfect, powerful, all seeing eye that had ripped her world apart.
The eye saw inside her. Inside her weak slavemind.
amandaslave didn't think. It was much better not to think. It was much better to stare at the eye. The eye saw her bad thoughts. she had to think proper slavethoughts.
Good slaves did not need to think.
The other slavegirl was already fastened to her chair. The slave was just a shiny metal head on a rigid, glistening body.
rachel saw her own familiar chair ahead. The drones were close behind her as always. They were vigilant, but trusting.
It had become a routine now.
rachel knew what she must do.
she obeyed.
The black plastic chair was very close now. rachel could have reached out and touched the metal dome that would cover her eyes and switch off her mind if she had wanted to. Not that she wanted to. That was not a part of her obedience and rachel only wanted to obey. Even thinking about the dome caused her to almost visualise the vibrant colours on the display that would cover her eyes soon. It was so close now.
Suddenly something intruded on this meditation. rachel's peripheral vision registered a change. Something out of the ordinary in the usual routine. The drones had stopped and had stiffened to ramrod attention.
rachel was puzzled. Why had they stopped? she was so close to her delight now.
A voice came from behind behind her. The voice. The voice that controlled her every thought.
Instantly rachel sunk to her knees.
She was standing over her now. A ripple of suppressed pleasure coursed through rachel's veins but she kept her eyes lowered as befitted her status. Instead rachel stared adoringly at mistress' leather covered crotch.
"So my little slave, do you enjoy your brainwashing sessions?" mistress asked teasingly.
"Oh yes mistress," rachel squirmed.
"I'm sure you do. You have become quite a devoted little slave my pretty one. Almost as good a slave as your big sister over there."
"Your big dribbling slavesister I should say," mistress added jokingly.
"Well think we can interrupt your training for a while. Perhaps a more hands on, practical approach might prove beneficial to you now," mistress mused.
rachel stared at the tight leather skirt that covered mistress pussy. How rachel yearned to sink her tongue in there and taste the sweet nectar of her mistress.
Mistress was speaking again. Addressing the drone guards.
"Take her to my chambers now."
The sound of stiletto heels on tiles boomed like gunfire as mistress exited the brainwashing room. rachel remained kneeling. Mistress wanted to use her.
A sister? No slavesister.
What was a sister?
rachel was kneeling again but this time on carpet. The room was totally unlike all the others she had experienced. It was painted a sort of beige colour and reminded her somehow of a time before this place. The room had furniture that also was part of a memory that she once had. A table, chair, mirrors. rachel faced the large double bed.
rachel shook as she knelt. It was so hard for rachel to remember things.
So very hard.
But rachel had to remember. Didn't she?
Slavesister?
No, sister. That was better.
Wasn't it?
Why was it better?
Why did it sound better?
Why did slavesister sound wrong?
It was just so difficult for rachel to think. Much better not to think.
Was it better not to think?
Suddenly the confusing thoughts vanished. They were swept aside by the booted vision of pure perfection that swept into the room. rachel's body shivered in lust.
rachel lay on the bed. she felt mistress' hand teasing her nipples idly. rachel didn't move. she had not been commanded to move.
First mistress had made rachel bend over the bed while she used the massive strap on to violate her ass. By now rachel's body had grown accustomed to this proceedure and she had rather enjoyed the experience of mistress penetrating her from behind. rachel hadn't spoken during the pleasurable ordeal. The only sounds that emerged from her were low moans and involuntary grunts of pleasure as mistress had steadily set about her task.
Then mistress had withdrawn from her and lain on the bed. rachel had crawled forward in order to bury her head between the glory of mistress' legs. Slowly but steadily rachel had used her tongue on mistress slick snatch. With an expertise that came as a mild surprise to her, rachel took her time. Finally mistress' body had shook in orgasm as she came.
rachel had looked up to observe her mistress writhing on the crumpled sheets lost in orgasmic afterglow. rachel was pleased. she had pleasured her mistress. she was a slave now. she lived to serve and obey. rachel's slavemind needed to serve and obey, nothing more.
slavemind.
Why slavemind?
Mind.
Sister.
Name.
"You're such a little slut," mistress purred. Her grip on rachel's nipple tightened to pain. rachel shook.
"Go to the box slave and get the paddle. I feel a little spanking is in order now," mistress ordered before twisting around on the bed to lie on her front.
rachel stood and padded her way towards the toybox. rachel looked into the large box at the assortment of leather, plastic and vinyl items. A large heavy black leather paddle lay on top, next to a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. rachel stared into the box for a moment. she reached in and retrieved the item before turning.
mistress was still lying face down on the crumpled bed away from rachel.
Steadily rachel walked back to mistress. Her bare feet made no noise against the soft carpet.
rachel knew what to do now.
mistress lay waiting on the bed. She turned her head slightly to look at the obedient slave coming towards her.
Suddenly rachel was on top of her mistress, wrenching her arms back painfully. mistress cried out more in surprise than pain. The sudden attack caught her completely unprepared. rachel tightened the handcuffs around mistress' hands very tightly. mistress screamed in pain now.
Stepping back, rachel took in the scene on the bed. her mistress now lay helpless face down on the bed, her arms pinned behind her.
rachel stood watching. she stared at her mistress. So powerful but now so helpless.
rachel stood waiting her thoughts whirling. mistress was shouting now. But rachel wasn't listening. she just stood and thought.
It was so confusing. she was a slave. slaves obeyed. rachel wanted to obey. Obeying felt really good but then there was sister...
Sister.
Name.
Name.
Remember.
Remember.
Name.
Amanda.....
Her sister was named Amanda. rachel shook in disbelief. Horror filled her mind now. Did she want to stop. They were bad thoughts. she was a slave. slaves did not think these thoughts. she should stop thinking.
No.
Another name was trying to come to the surface of her mind now. So very close she could almost touch it.
Rachel.
Rachel's head swam. Her body swayed in shock.
Her name was Rachel.
She was called Rachel.
How long had she stood frozen like that? Time had seemed to disappear. The memories had paralysed Rachel for precious seconds. More and more had flooded in with every passing second. An older woman with a round smiling face. A bald man with glasses. A wet, hairy dog. Red flowers.
Eventually mistress' voice had broken the spell and penetrated the daze of her mind.
"You fucking bitch slave. I'm going to flay you alive for this. I'm going to stick a horses cock up your ass and you're going to beg me for more. You stupid mindfucked little slut. I own you. Everything you think, I put in there..."
Rachel looked at the contorted face of mistress. The opal eyes were glittering in pure rage.
Calmly, Rachel stuffed the ball gag from the box into that vile mouth silencing the screams of hatred that filled the room. After that, Rachel had put the ankle cuffs on mistress and then chained her feet to the handcuffs. Visceral hatred glowed in the eyes of mistress.
Nobody came in to the room.
Rachel had to leave. She had to get out of here.
Fear returned to Rachel now. It felt comforting somehow.
Drones could burst in through the door at any moment. Then it would be all over. She'd be brought back to the swirling colours and soon she'd end up begging for whatever disgusting tortures mistress would heap upon her.
There was only one way out through the door. What option did she have? She couldn't just leave Amanda here to be turned into a slave. Rachel shuddered. She had to rescue her sister.
Rachel put on her former mistress' clothes. Rachel checked herself in the mirror again just to be on the safe side. Luckily the high turtleneck that she had left unfolded was enough to cover the plastic collar she had been unable to remove. There was some sort of locking mechanism on the back of the collar that required a key that Rachel didn't have.
It was a shock to see herself like this, dressed as her former mistress. She looked strong. In control.
Powerful.
Sexy.
Rachel took a deep breath before leaving the room behind and stroding out into the corridor beyond. A faceless drone was marching towards her from the left. Rachel swallowed. The drone walked on steadily. The thumping of Rachel's heart seemed to fill the corridor. Then the drone was past her and Rachel was watching the grey and leather clad back of the woman.
Rachel exhaled in relief. Summoning all her strength, she began to walk.
Nobody took any notice of her. She met occasional occupants as she traversed the brightly lit featureless corridors. They were all identical. A warren of blankness like the heads of the occupants that dwelt there.
Rachel had managed to retrace her steps somehow and now she found herself in a corridor that was familiar to her. How she knew that, Rachel didn't know. It looked identical to all the others in this hive. But somehow Rachel knew.
A series of doors were to the left while only a single door was to the right of the corridor. She knew what was behind that single door. The chair...endless orgasm...the embrace of slavery.
Rachel looked around quickly. The corridor was empty. Crossing the corridor she came to a door clearly marked with the number 12.
A lump was in Rachel's throat. Her cell.
She had to focus. Ignore the feelings that now welled up inside as she thought of the saddle and the vibrators behind the door. Instead Rachel found the next door and pressed the door release.
The door slid open. Rachel stepped inside quickly.
The occupant of the cell immediately fell to her knees. The woman knelt passively. Silent.
Rachel walked over towards her.
A tear trickled down Rachel's face.
"Amanda.." she gasped kneeling to face the naked collared woman.
The glazed blue eyes of the woman looked at her steadily. There was nothing behind that stare. Nothing. Just thoughtless emptiness.
Her sister said nothing. She just knelt quietly.
Rachel reached out with her hand. Amanda's face felt soft and warm. Amanda didn't flicker. Her sister retained the calm blankness that wrapped her mind.
Rachel tried again. "Amanda, can you hear me?"
Her sister's eyes were vacant. Nothing. No reaction.
Rachel swallowed her tears.
"Slave," Rachel said unsteadily.
amanda's eyes were still empty. Her sister's lips moved.
"Yes mistress, this slave is ready to obey." amanda's voice was as devoid of emotion as her eyes.
A robot.
Rachel used her sleeve to dry her face. Her moist eyes glistened under the fluorescent lighting.
"Slave you will obey me now."
"Yes mistress. This slave is ready to obey."
Rachel took her hand away from her sister's face.
Their luck held. The corridors were empty so far. The two of them had left the cell and were back in the maze of blankness. amanda walked behind her sister. The girl had not spoken since the cell.
Adrenaline coursed through Rachel but she stopped to glance back at her nude, blank faced sister every now and again as they both strode quickly through the corridors.
Nothing. No signs. No directions at all. Just endless corridors and doors leading off them to unknown places. Where did this maze end? There had to be an exit somewhere.
The two fugitives reached a fork in the corridor. A waft of colder air brushed against Rachel's left cheek. Rachel and her docile sister turned towards it.
Yes. There was an end in sight at last. She could see the inky blackness at the far end of the fork from which the sweet outside air was coming from. It was dark outside. Night.
Rachel's head was swimming in relief. Thank God.
Suddenly the silence was shattered by a shrill piercing noise. A high pitched alarm filled the entire corridor. Then a voice boomed out.
"Level 4 security breach in progress. Initiate immediate lock down procedure."
Rachel could see the black opening filling with white as a door began to slide across it. The high heeled boots made a fearsome racket on the tiled floor as she ran as quickly as she could. Twisting her head Rachel saw her sister copy her pace.
They were so close now. The fresh air felt so good. Intoxicating.
The opening was growing ever smaller every second. The door was steadily shutting, doing it's best to seal them inside forever.
Suddenly other footsteps were behind them in the corridor. Rachel caught the flash of grey from the corner of her eye as she spotted the drones behind them. They weren't running like the two sisters but they kept up a rapid pace.
"RUN!" Rachel screamed at her still impassive sister.
The door was only feet away now but the opening was barely enough to squeeze through.
Rachel grasped the heavy door that was still sliding across the exit. The air from outside was cold and smelt of recent rain. She grasped the door and pushed against it with all her might. It didn't budge a millimetre.
amanda was standing there beside her. "Push against the door," Rachel yelped desperately. She felt the panic getting the better of her. They were so close to freedom now.
The drones hadn't relented in their onward march. They kept coming on and on down the corridor.
Rachel felt amanda's firm breasts press against her back as her naked sister obediently joined in pushing against the heavy door. The door slowed its movement. It was still creeping across but the gap was there.
Gasping Rachel threw herself against the opening. She cried in pain as she contorted herself desperately in order to squeeze past the solid finality of the door. Rachel could feel the door moving again. It pushed against her torso painfully. She screamed in agony. The crushing sensation was unbearable.
Rachel felt rain against her face as she fell to the ground. Gasping for breath she quickly staggered to her feet. Amanda still pushed against the door but without their combined efforts it had resumed it's steady progress.
The gap had narrowed considerably. Only an inch separated Amanda's hands from being crushed between the closing door.
Rachel could see the drones only feet away behind her sister.
"Let go of the door slave," Rachel wailed. The rain washed her tears down her cheeks.
Obediently, amanda's hands let go of the door. Rachel could see her sister come to attention through the tiny chink of light in the door. Rachel could hear voices.
The door clanged shut.
Rachel ran.
The slave shook. Spasms of bliss coursed through her body.
amandaslave knelt before her mistress.
she thought of nothing.
she obeyed.
she was a slave.
The voice above her spoke.
"You are such a perfect slave," mistress said. "You were born to wear a collar."
amandaslave knelt on the cold floor stiffly.
"And I think it's about time you should know what it feels like."
amandaslave was empty.
"I'm going to have you turned into a drone. A mindless drone like all the rest of them."
Warmth spread upwards through amandaslave's body. her crotch was soaking wet.
"You'll like that, won't you slave?"
"Yes mistress," amandaslave replied.
The slave was shaking all over and in severe danger of losing her balance completely. The tormented slave dared to look up from mistress' crotch into her powerful face.
"I'm going to have your mind completely wiped clean. Any pathetic remains of your miserable personality are going to be gone forever. In their place, will be pure obedience and devotion."
amandaslave was dripping now.
"That makes you happy slave?"
"Yes mistress,' she quivered.
amandaslave was on the cusp of blinding orgasm. But she couldn't cum. Slaves obeyed. she had not been commanded.
"Good slave," mistress purred.
"I permit you to cum now."
They had taken her limp body up off the floor and dragged her into a room amandaslave had never been in before.
amandaslave was completely spent. she watched in lethargic detachment as the dark skinned drone with the large breasts produced a box containing something black and glossy that glistened in the lights.
amandaslave could see it now. They were a pair of black rubber panties.
Shiny.
There was something inside the panties.
Something big and hard.
Two of them.
Two big cocks.
amandaslave's mind suddenly woke. Vitality coursed through her body. she knew. amandaslave knew the scrummy cocks were for her.
amandaslave reached out to the box. The slippery rubber was in her hands now. It felt warm.
"The slave will put the garment on now," the accented controldrone commanded.
amandaslave's body shuddered with lust. Eagerly, the slave pulled up the slick rubbery blackness over her coarse stubble encrusted legs. The scratching noise only heightened the sensation. Up and up. The tip of the first cock pressed against her crotch.
amanda slid the rubber phallus into the greedy dampness. Then somehow, she managed to use her left hand to manoeuvre the other vibrator into her yearning ass.
The drones stood passively, vacantly staring at the slave.
A quiver of pure pleasure shuddered through the slave.
Then the black drone was kneeling before her. There was some sort of device in the drone's hand. The slave felt it being pressed against the waist band of the rubber panties.
It was hot.
An acrid smell assailed the slave's nostrils.
Burning.
Burning flesh.
The slave knew. The drone was making sure the panties never came off the slave. They were being sealed to the slave's skin.
Pain.
Obedience was pleasure.
The pain would pass and then there would only be pleasure.
The slave felt them swelling up inside her, growing larger and larger. The intruders throbbed.
The slave groaned in pure uncontrollable ecstasy.
Obedience was pleasure.
She smiled. Mistress watched the slave being fitted with the pleasure panties on the screen and saw her screams.
The drone was heat sealing the panties to the slave's groin for the moment. The inside of the garment was coated with some sort of bio-engineered adhesive which bonded permanently to the skin after a couple of weeks. The semi-porous material of the panties allowed the skin beneath to sweat and breathe so no adverse effects became apparent on continual lifetime wear.
The vibrators buried inside the slave's ass and cunt were fitted with control sensors, which, when activated through either the drone's own implants or when linked to an outside unit, made sure that the appropriate reward was administered.
Practicalities had also been taken care of. A small hole allowed urine to be expelled, while the hollow rear vibrator ensured the passage of faecal matter. She'd never had use for them herself, but the drone toilets were fitted with special hoses which they clamped over the rear opening while shitting. Then the nozzle cleaned the inside of the dildo and ass with tepid water before the happy drone went about it's business.
A textbook enslavement. That one had been just beautifully done.
More new arrivals were due later on today. They usually arrived in the early morning if the schedule was to be kept. This continual turnover was keeping them all busy. It was getting more and more difficult to ensure the new recruits all got the same quality service. The operation would have to be expanded or else another, quicker enslavement process would be needed.
Others were working on that problem though. Highly motivated people.
The solution was due to be unveiled soon. Testing had proven remarkably successful.
But that would be later. That didn't help matters today.
At least Indoctrination Chambers 12 and 13 were available for new recruits. Drones were scrubbing them down now in preparation for the next batch of slaves to be.
Indoctrination Chambers 36 and 37 would have to be prepared as well. She'd need to allocate more drones to the task. It wasn't good timing.
Resources were always a problem.
The rain had fallen steadily through the night. Rachel was soaked through. She crouched behind the foul smelling waste container. She was exhausted after her ordeal, but she had been lucky. The bright lights and loudspeakers had alerted her to the high perimeter fence and the drones that patrolled it. She was still trapped inside the compound. The drones patrolled constantly. Searchlights swept the perimeter fence. It was impossible to escape that way.
In her head she kept seeing Amanda standing placidly at attention. The drones were beside her nude sister now. Amanda stood still. Then Rachel saw a drone turn to her sister and speak a single word. Amanda's nude body pivoted sharply as she turned to follow the grey drone back up the corridor.
It made Rachel horny.
No. She had to stop it. If she wanted to get out of here it was important to stay focused and think. Amanda was gone by now. It was too late for her sister. Rachel had to help herself.
But she couldn't shake the arousal.
An engine noise was coming from her left. Through the gloom of the rainy early morning Rachel could see a van driving down the concrete paved road. It splashed through a few puddles of rainwater before coming to a halt directly opposite her hiding place. It swung around and reversed back so that the rear doors opened out to face the windowless building that faced Rachel.
A woman in overalls opened the driver side door and stepped down. She turned and marched towards the building.
Rachel didn't think. Rachel was too tired to think at this stage. Instead Rachel just ran. By putting all her energy into running it stopped her thinking.
She ran across the open ground towards the waiting van.
The slave was in a similar room to the familiar brainwashing chamber, only smaller. The room contained a single transformation unit in the centre. The controldrones had guided the unresisting slaveform to the metal table.
They had prepared the slave's quivering body.
Wires snaked to the slave's glossy black crotch, ready to commence their work again. More wires ran to the slavecollar around it's neck. The slave's head was locked into some sort of metal framework, which held it tight and hard in a vicelike grip. Needles ran from the metal frame into various points on the slave's head. They pierced the slave's flesh easily.
Another unit was attached to this framework around the slave's head which consisted of a long silver coloured phallus shaped device.
The slave opened its slavemouth greedily and swallowed the cold hard dildo. It pushed deep inside the slave's salivating orifice.
The back of the van was full. Rachel had gasped in horror at the sight that befell her eyes.
The unmarked van was similar to an ambulance. There were two stretchers in the back of the van upon which unconscious women lay quietly, bound by thick black straps. Intravenous drips fed drugs into their arms while headphones covered their ears.
Both women were young and pretty and in their early twenties. The girl on the left was a redhead with an open freckled face while the other girl was darker complected with a tangled mess of inky black hair. Both wore jeans and sweatshirts emblazoned with a university logo Rachel didn't recognise.
Crossing to the redhead, Rachel gently raised the girls right eyebrow and inspected the dilated pupil beneath. The sleeping girl didn't react at all.
Gently, Rachel eased off the cordless headphones and held them in her hands. She stared at them in horrified fascination.
It was a nightmare. This would never end. Both of these women were as helpless as herself. They were going to be turned into robots like Amanda and there was nothing Rachel could do to prevent it.
Not that she wanted to save the sleeping girls. An image suddenly popped into her mind. Rachel saw the two girls standing to attention, their faces blank and lifeless after their minds had been emptied of everything. It was so overwhelming. It felt so sexy. The two girls looked deliciously mindless.
Suddenly Rachel gulped a lungful of air and eased the snug fitting headphones down over her head.
A part of Rachel screamed in silence.
The intensity of the noise in her ears captured Rachel immediately.
"i must obey."
"i am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
Rachel disappeared and rachel took her place.
"i must obey."
"i am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
rachel stood in the rear of the van. Her posture stiffened. New memories crowded into her mind. Pleasure. Exquisite pleasure.
rachel's body was tingling.
"i must obey."
"i am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
It pulled on the soft grey material. It's ams went through the long tight sleeves before it reached up and pulled the garment over it's chest. The garment was padded slightly to provide some support to its otherwise unbound breasts. Finally, it reached up and adjusted the massive turtleneck collar of the garment. It stretched the collar right up over it's face, right up to the top it's head. Using it's fingers, it felt the fastenings at the top and secured them before ensuring the tightly bound pony tail protruded through the opening provided.
A dronemask.
A transparent section of fabric in the mask was located over it's eyes allowing it to see quite clearly. It felt quite safe and warm clad it this soft mask. The porous material allowed it to breathe quite easily.
When it was permitted to eat it was allowed to lower the mask to access the mouth opening. At all times when on duty the drone wore the mask up over it's face.
It was bound now in it's droneuniform. An anonymous drone.
A gleaming diamond encircled eye shone from between the drone's breasts.
A pair of long, knee length black boots had been bonded to the drone's feet permanently. Made of the same material as the covering on it's crotch, the long supple boot-skin covered the drone's feet forever.
Practicalities, as always had been taken into consideration. Removable soles allowed changes in heel length appropriate to the drone's particular task. At the moment the drone was not tasked for any function requiring mobility so it had been fitted with standard 4 inch heels.
The controldrone spoke. "The drone unit has been assigned the designation drone 852. Acknowledge."
The new drone's mind woke. "This drone is designated drone 852," it replied calmly. The other drone appeared satisfied.
A new voice. "Well drone 852, you are looking very well in your new uniform. It suits you"
Both drones stiffened to instant attention.
Heels clicked on the tiles as mistress approached. She idly ran a finger over drone 852's right breast.
It stood quite still.
"I must say that your conversion was a great success. Your younger sister is being a bit more interesting," mistress mused gently stroking drone 852's erect nipple through the soft grey fabric "but that just adds some spice to my day."
"I think we'll keep you here drone 852. We're getting busy and I can do with the extra help." Mistress turned to the controldrone.
"After the drone has completed current function, have it programmed in enslavement protocol and assign her to this processing facility."
"Yes mistress," the controldrone responded flatly.
"Good," she smiled. "Now drone 852, follow the controldrone and she will get everything organised so that you may serve and obey."
"Yes mistress," drone 852 replied. Obedience filled the drone's thoughts.
rachel had stopped walking now and waited. The drones had pushed the stretchers into the building and rachel had followed. them into the room they were in now. The drones had not acknowledged rachel at all. It was as if she was invisible to them.
The unstoppable mantra hummed inside rachel's head.
"i must obey."
"i am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
The drones continued their work. They unstrapped the dark haired girl first and removed the headphones and drip from her arm. Then the drones began to undress the girl.
"i must obey."
"i am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
rachel knew that the girl was going to be enslaved. rachel's cunt squirmed in delight at the thought.
But even rachel was surprised when the drones had removed the jeans and sweatshirt from the girl. Underneath, she was already clad in attire very different from what college students normally wore. Electric blue crotchless rubber shorts covered her lower body while a tightly laced blue and black rubber corset was bound around the girl's waist. Her small, firm breasts jutted out proudly from the corset. A narrow black collar circled the girl's neck.
rachel squeezed her thighs together.
One of the drones approached the girl with a large slavecollar in its hands. The other drone held the girl's head upright as the slavecollar was carefully slipped around the comatose girl's neck. The smaller collar that the girl wore seemed to fit inside the massive slavecollar that now held her head up. The drones led the girl away.
"i must obey."
"i am a slave."
"Obedience is pleasure."
The drones were back again. They repeated the same procedure with the redhead whose headphones rachel still wore. rachel noticed idly that the redhead wore the same rubber outfit only in matching cherry red.
rachel was completely alone now. rachel stared calmly ahead.
Drone 852 stared blankly ahead.
It's mouth moved. It was aware that it was speaking. It had been speaking for some time now.
It was merely running a programme that had been instilled into it's dronemind.
It remembered nothing. It felt nothing.
"Sorry Mom for not being able to make it down last weekend. Rachel came down with some bug or other. Nothing serious so don't worry about it. The doctor gave her some antibiotics so no need to worry about it," it's voice continued.
"Well that's ok I suppose. I wish you would take care of her though, Amanda. You know how crazy she can be at times. She just can't seem to get herself together at all. Spends too much time at parties and doesn't get enough rest," the older woman's voice complained down the phone. The other voice had been identified as the drone's mother. The designation carried no meaning to drone 852.
"Yeah I know Mom, but you know Rachel. She'll never change."
"So are you both coming up for the weekend then?"
"Yeah. We'll be there on Saturday. No problem at all."
"Good. I can always rely on you Amanda. What time do you think you'll be here?"
"Maybe around lunchtime."
"Right, I'll make some lunch for you. See you then dear. Love you."
"Love you too Mom."
The line went dead.
Drone 852 discontinued the routine it was running. It had function to perform.
rachel stood before mistress. The drones had collected her from the room and brought her to this place. They had removed her headphones. rachel had been disturbed by the sudden silence. Then she saw mistress.
rachel sank to her knees in submission before the higher being who controlled her.
"I must say that you did quite well to get out of the complex. Most of them don't manage it. I'm impressed."
rachel said nothing. she kept her head lowered, not daring to look at her mistress.
"And you happily sacrificed your poor sister in order to escape didn't you. Hardly an edifying example of daytime tv family values was it."
rachel knelt. The fear was gone.
"Now what shall I do with you little slavebitch. You had the temerity to humiliate me and defile the sacred uniform of a mistress. I could torture you to an unbelievable death and you'd still be begging me for more and more pain. Would you like that?"
The riding crop was pressed firmly against rachel's cheek.
"Or I could just stick to the original plan and have you turned into a drone. A lifetime of mindless servitude. Existing simply to follow one command after the next without question. Does that sound like a more agreeable fate?"
"But that would be such a waste of talent. You showed a good deal of resilience in managing to break through your programming and get outside. You impressed me a great deal."
The crop was under rachel's chin now.
"You're perfect mistress material. Once we twist that mind of yours into a more useful tool, I'm sure that you'll prove quite talented."
The crop was gone now. rachel was lifted to her feet by strong arms. The drones led her to the char like station in the centre of the room and sat her down on it. They removed the hated slavecollar from around her neck. It felt strange to be free of the constricting collar that had bound her neck for so long.
A helmet like device similar to the one in the brainwashing chamber was lowered over her head. A visor covered her eyes but rachel could still see out.
From the side of the helmet unit, tiny needles began to extend out towards the corner of each of rachel's eyes.
"Some implants are going to be put into your eyes and ears now," mistress announced cheerfully. "It will hurt for a while but it's well worth it."
One of the drones was standing directly in front of rachel.
"Allow me to introduce you to drone 852," mistress went on.
The pain in her eyes was agony but rachel still stared outwards.
"Drone 852 has only recently finished processing but has proven to be quite the eager little slut. When you are a mistress I'm sure that you'll appreciate screwing drones as much as I do."
The anonymous drone hadn't moved.
There was intense pain in both of her ears now. Sheer agony. rachel opened her mouth to scream but there was nothing there.
"Now while we fully install the core mistress programming, perhaps a little oral stimulation is in order."
The drone lowered it's mask and rachel looked at the slack featureless face that had been hidden beneath the grey dronehood. rachel felt nothing. This creature was merely another drone, one of many that existed to serve and obey. The drone's blue eyes were dull.
Now the drone's face was between rachel's spread legs. The drone's tongue kissed her pussy.
The newly created mistress writhed in the chair.
Amanda was gone now.
Drone 852 surveyed the scene. The three other occupants of the rather unremarkable suburban sitting room were on their knees. Each head had been fitted with a gleaming silver coloured metal framework device. A wraparound visor covered each pair of eyes while headphones had been pushed deep into the ears. Wires snaked down from the domes to central box on the floor.
They were learning.
They were becoming slaves.
They would obey.
The two older people, Amanda's parents, would not require very sophisticated programming. They would not be required to perform very complicated function so there was no need to remove too many behavioural characteristics or memories. They were being enslaved primarily to prevent discovery of drone 852 and mistress 104's new function.
Once indoctrinated, they would never question or even suspect their former daughter's new lives. It would be of no interest to them. They would not even be consciously aware of their new programming most of the time. It would remain locked away in the subconscious, stealthily controlling their thoughts and actions while they went about their normal routines as far as friends and neighbours were concerned, but their unconscious slaveminds could be activated fully when required to provide useful function.
The third person was Amanda's youngest sister, Laura. The girl was only eighteen and bore more resemblance to Rachel than Amanda.
The brainwashing would ensure her compliance also.
Drone 852 noted that the lauraslave was scheduled to receive further treatment at a later date.
It would take a number of hours to complete their programming but already the changes being burned into the soft yielding minds of the drone's former parents and sister were taking effect.
Drone 852 stood rigidly. It stared calmly ahead, ignoring the trio of family members kneeling beneath it. It had performed it's function well. All three subjects were being enslaved.
Drone 852 felt the stirrings beneath it's jeans. It felt the phallus units beginning to swell inside it's body. It was being rewarded for carrying out it's task correctly. A low moan escaped it's lips before it sank to the floor.
The three other slaves to be, didn't hear. They were oblivious to the writhing form of drone 852 just a few feet away from them.
They were too occupied with learning to obey.
END