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A 'Routine' Enslavement - 2
by Falcon (dondaverse@yahoo.com)
***
This is a fantasy of a future society featuring
indentured servitude and legalized slavery. It is a
story of a man who has devoted his life to the business
of enslaving insolvent female debtors, and a young
professional woman who struggles to avoid becoming his
next victim. (MMF, nc, rp, voy, mc, bd)
***
Chapter 10: The Cylinder Room
Stephanie proved remarkably easy to control. I felt no
need to have guards come along when I took her for her
branding and later when I took her to the slave
training facility. Partly this was because she was
handcuffed, but probably the most important reason was
because her defense attorney had given her the standard
briefing about how the 'bio-implant' in her neck made
successful escape impossible, made non compliance
pointless and also provided her masters, including
myself, with the ability to render her instantly
unconscious should she be in any way rebellious. It
wasn't lost on her that I had, on my left wrist, a
remote control to her implant. She was a proud young
woman and obviously had come to the conclusion that
reluctant obedience was much preferable to being
rendered unconscious.
In one sense the first step in conditioning Stephanie
to her new life had been the branding of the slave
number upon her naked buttocks in front of the crowd.
But in another sense it began two days later when a
local property auction firm hired by my client picked
up Stephanie from the jail where she had been
recuperating from her branding. They took her to her
own home where their appraisal team proceeded to
inventory all her belongings in her presence. I knew
this was going to happen but did not hear the details
of it until I talked to Stephanie later.
The following day I decided to personally deliver her
to the Richmond SlendaBond Slave Training facility. I
knew that this was a place where slaves were broken
and, as it turned out I learned very much about how
this would be done to Stephanie. My new partner,
Virginia Johnson, came along for this visit. We made
the long trip with Stephanie beside me on the front
passenger seat and Virginia in the rear. My partner
knew why I would find this seating arrangement
agreeable and gave me a conspiratorial wink.
The truth was I felt like taking certain liberties with
Stephanie during the ride. Her hands were cuffed behind
her and the only clothing she wore was the short cape I
had given her at the courthouse. When she was standing
it came down only to mid thigh. When I helped her into
the passenger seat the hem of the cape rode up even
higher. and I made sure the hemline rode up almost to
her crotch when I placed her in the seat. She could
not, of course, adjust the hemline for greater modesty
as her hands were cuffed behind her.
Her tanned legs fascinated me. I longed to caress her
left thigh and enjoy the feel of those long sleek
muscles. I longed to raise the hem of the skirt up to
her waist that I might enjoy the sight of her curly red
pubic hair and her womanhood. My conscience stopped me
from doing either of those things. I believed the girl
had been through quite enough stress already. Also I
believed these actions could be better tolerated by her
once she was broken to her slavery.
When we first got into the car she kept glancing
nervously at the control device that I wore on my left
wrist, which controlled her bio-implant. I think she
feared that at any moment I was going to use it to
render her unconscious or to manipulate her body in
some other way.
About an hour into the trip she had relaxed
considerably. Probably she decided I would not use the
controller to harm her. I noticed her quietly sobbing.
"Is there something distressing you Stephanie, apart
from our destination today?" I asked.
"Yes sir, Mr. Steele. Yesterday some men picked me up
at the jail and took me to my own home to appraise my
belongings for possible auction."
"I imagine they were there to appraise your furniture."
I said.
"Well they did that all right. But they also went
through my diary and all my personal papers,
photographs, videos, scrapbooks, correspondence and all
the little things that tell the story of a person's
life. I felt like they just wanted to invade my privacy
and cause me embarrassment. They kept speculating aloud
to their fellow workers how much the diary might bring
at auction, how much the correspondence, etc."
She began crying again and I noted that she was red
faced with embarrassment even recalling this incident.
I also saw the tension in the muscles of her neck,
shoulders and back.
"Stephanie, your furniture and your car will be
auctioned. But I may be able to help you with the
personal items. I can't promise anything yet, but I
will try to get possession of those items from the
auctioneers and store them for you so that you may get
them back after you have served your ten year
indenture."
"Thank you sir!" After that she drifted off to sleep.
After about two hours we were well into a rural area
and saw the long stone walls of a country estate. We
drove up to the gatehouse where a guard checked our
slaver credentials before waving us through into the
enclosed grounds. As we drove up the long driveway to
the main building we saw numerous scantily clad young
people engaged in all sorts of grounds maintenance
tasks. It was surprising to see such a display of bare
arms, bare midriffs and bare legs on this crisp fall
day.
I suppose that if these tanned and fit employees all
kept working at a brisk pace they would not get
chilled. I saw the telling non-citizen identification
bracelets on the wrists of these workers. Purely out of
idle curiosity, I pointed my cell phone at one pretty
young female worker who was trimming the bushes and
downloaded her ID information so that I might retrieve
her personal history files later.
We drove the car around to the rear and pulled into the
loading dock. We noticed 3 mini-vans parked nearby.
These bore the name of a widely respected non-profit
slave advocacy organization. I led Stephanie on her
leash from the car to the rear entrance of the
building. Once inside we stepped up to a long counter
and were soon acknowledged by a rather pretty female
security officer. Her badge and a stun gun at her belt
proclaimed her no nonsense attitude. She stepped
briskly up to the counter.
"Name!" she said.
"Bill Steelforth and my partner Virginia Johnson" I
replied.
"Name of the slave please!"
"Stephanie Glenn" I responded, beginning to feel a bit
cowed by this officious young woman.
"We were expecting you a half an hour ago Mr.
Steelforth!" We waited while the young security officer
typed our names into a computer terminal.
"We have her file here. It seems her enslavement order
from the court is already on file. I will just need you
to sign our standard transfer form," she said while
shoving a long form with lots of legalese at me.
I quickly glanced it over and signed where she
indicated. After completing the check in and obtaining
a receipt for Stephanie, my partner and I proceeded to
the central elevator bank. Soon we found ourselves on
the fourth floor where we walked down a richly carpeted
and softly lit corridor hung with expensive looking
paintings. We had an appointment with the owner of this
international firm, Morgan Richmond. We did not have
long to wait before his secretary announced us to him
through the intercom.
"Bill Steelforth and a Ms. Virginia Johnson to see you
Mr. Richmond." Soon we were being escorted into his
inner sanctum.
"What brings the two of you to our neck of the woods,
Bill?" the old man asked, genially.
"Virginia and I have long been curious as to how you so
effectively break new recruits to a life of slavery and
obedience" I replied. "For my own part, I am
particularly interested in how you will do it in the
case of Miss Glenn. She has got under my skin and I
would really enjoy seeing what will happen to her!"
"Not so fast. First I must object to your terminology.
We don't 'break' slaves here, Bill. To break someone
implies damage that cannot be undone. Everything we do
here is designed to enhance our client's experience of
absolute control of the slave, yet everything we do
must be completely reversible in nature. When a slave's
term of indenture is completed or when the court orders
a slave freed, we have to be able to restore that slave
to the point that he or she can return to the life they
had before enslavement. The freed slave must be able to
function independently just as before, and have all
intellectual and physical abilities intact."
"Secondly we don't just grind out one uniform product
here. We fine tune our methods to produce the
particular type of slave our clients most wish to have
under their control."
"Fascinating!" I said. "Will I be able to see these
methods used on Stephanie?"
"We may be able to show you the first stage today,
Bill" Morgan replied. But to see the later stages of
her subjugation you will need to visit us again in
about 30 days."
"Why don't I have our Training Director, Charlie
Witherspoon, join us?"
I could hardly believe my ears. Could it be? Could this
be the same Charles Witherspoon I had shared a drink
with in a brothel in my youth? The one who told me so
excitedly about how he had raped an old high school
classmate who had maliciously ruined his social life? I
saw the old man push an intercom button on his desk.
"Margaret, would you see if Charlie is available and
send him in to join us?"
In a few minutes, when Charlie walked in, I stood and
high-fived him just like we had done at that brothel so
many years before.
"I gather you two know each other!" Morgan said.
Charlie quickly filled the old man in on the
circumstances of our meeting at the brothel so many
years earlier. He seemed delighted to hear about our
risqué experience of two decades earlier. Even Virginia
was amused.
"As we were driving up to the main building," Morgan,
"Virginia and I saw a lot of young people with non-
citizen wrist bands toiling away on the grounds. I was
curious about that."
"Non citizens are much cheaper than slaves, Bill. They
will work for low wages and we are not required by any
law to provide them with health or retirement benefits,
as we would be if they were slaves. Most of them we
hire by the day only, and these hires require no
periodic examinations or record keeping or auditing by
any outside organization."
"In the main hallway of the building, Morgan, we passed
a classroom full of slaves taking some sort of written
test. What is that all about?"
"We are required, under the "Kinder and Gentler
Slavery" law, to administer tests once/month to all our
slaves. These test the slave's mental and emotional
state as well as include physical and medical exams
where we inspect for and document any bruises, cuts or
injuries as well as any evidence of malnutrition. Any
decline in a slave's weight or mental, emotional or
physical condition must be documented in our files."
"What is the point of all that?" I asked.
"As you know Bill, a slave has no standing to complain
to any court or administrative body concerning his or
her treatment while a slave. But any certified slave
advocacy organization can come in at any time and
conduct an audit of these records that we are required
to maintain. There is an audit team in the building
right now."
"Yes, we were wondering about that," Virginia
interjected. "We saw their vans out by the loading
dock."
"They have to be cross-licensed by the State of New
York and by the Federal Government of Capitallia.
Besides auditing records," Morgan continued, "they can
also demand to do their own unannounced examination of
any random sample of our slaves. If they find we have
abused a slave they can petition the court for us to
forfeit possession of that slave. We have always had
good reports, but some of our competitors have gotten
heavily penalized for not adhering to the standards of
humane slave care specified in the statutes."
"I am reassured to hear of all this, gentlemen!"
Virginia nodded her head in agreement.
"But that is the whole point," Charlie replied. "We
want the public to be reassured so that there will be
ever greater popular support for maintaining and even
extending the slave system."
"These two have been expressing interest in our
training methods, Charlie. Perhaps, if you are free
just now, you could take them on a tour."
"I have an hour or so. Have they both signed the
confidentiality agreement?"
"I was just getting to that." Morgan said. "I am sure
you realize that much of what we do to the slaves in
this facility is proprietary in nature. We are not
required to document or disclose our training methods
under any law. I must, therefore, insist that you both
sign our standard "Confidentiality Agreement" before we
can take you on a tour or discuss our methods with
you." Morgan was handing us both clipboards with an
agreement and a pen.
"Of course, Morgan. No problem." I quickly put my
signature where Morgan had indicated and handed it back
to him, as did my partner.
"You might say our basic mission at Richmond
SlendaBond," Morgan continued, "is to take human beings
who are already enslaved in a purely legal sense and
turn them into human beings that are enslaved in every
sense. That is what we mean when we speak of 'slave
transformation'. This is what will happen to your
Stephanie. When they come to us, fresh from a court
judgment, they are usually angry, resentful, sullen, or
outright rebellious. They would sooner say 'Fuck You!'
than they would obey an order we give them. To be
enslaved in the fullest sense means losing the ability
or the will to resist servitude, losing the ability to
say no to anyone in authority."
"The reason our clients want to control human beings
this completely could be a sexual one, or it could have
to do with the need to protect business trade secrets
or the need to protect a large investment in the
training of specialized workers."
"Since many of them come to us under five, ten or
twenty year indentures we have to be careful that what
we do to them can be undone when it is time to return
them to their lives as free men and women. We are not
permitted to injure their bodies or to inflict physical
pain and we have to make sure that what we do to their
minds is reversible. Finally we must have the ability,
before we can set them free, to erase from their minds
specific knowledge of certain things they may have
known or experienced during their slavery."
"Can you tell us what kind of things would you erase
from their minds?" Virginia asked.
"Certainly," Morgan continued. "Knowledge of business
trade secrets or proprietary knowledge of industrial
processes."
"Are there other things you would erase from their
minds before setting them free?" I asked.
"Things like the identity of particular people they
were forced to serve sexually or the nature of the
sexual services they were forced to provide to those
people. We couldn't very well have a slave freed, at
the end of an indenture, going out and writing a book
and naming names! If we are to have a robust market for
slaves we must protect the privacy of those who use the
slaves at all costs!"
"I see what you mean Morgan" I responded. "Earlier you
had mentioned that you don't just 'grind out one type
of product' as you put it. Could you expand on that?"
"We turn out a variety of slave types here," Bill, "to
meet the desires of our clients. One thing all our
products have in common is that they all obey instantly
and without question all orders they are given. But the
nature of that obedience can vary considerably"
"How so?" Virginia asked.
"Since I knew you were coming, I arranged to have some
of our products on display for your perusal. Why don't
we all adjourn to the sales room now? I think a little
demonstration would be worth 1000 words."
Virginia and I followed Morgan and Charlie down the
hall to a sales exhibition room. It was a beautiful
room with a high ceiling, rich carpeting and dramatic
use of lighting and burgundy velour draperies. What
immediately drew my eye was a row of short pedestals on
each of which stood a scantily clad slave. There was
one male slave wearing only a pair of short shorts, and
four female slaves each wearing a brief sleeveless
midriff baring top and a pair of short shorts.
Each slave was brilliantly lit by multiple spotlights
somewhere up in the ceiling. All were slender and
physically fit, and all appeared to be in their early
to mid twenties. None was restrained in any way, but
each stood on his or her pedestal apparently awaiting
our pleasure. I could see that my partner, Virginia,
was letting her gaze rest first on the male's biceps
and impressive chest, then lower to the bulge in his
shorts. My eyes lingered on the flat tummies and long
slender legs of the females.
"Why don't we begin with a round of introductions"
Morgan said, turning to the slaves. "I want each of you
to introduce yourself to our guests, tell us how you
came to be enslaved, and how you feel about your
slavery today."
"My name is Henry," said the first one, "and I was
enslaved in a criminal proceeding as punishment for
having embezzled money from my employer. Mr. Richmond's
company bought me at a public auction. I do not much
enjoy being a slave but I have been ordered by a court
to pay my debt to society. I have ten years to serve."
"My name is Laura," the second slave stated, "and I was
enslaved for debt by this fucking company after they
bought up all my other debts. I don't think slavery
should be legal and I certainly don't think I should be
here. I will never get used to it. I fight the slavery
every chance I get, but something always makes me do
whatever they command me to do."
"My name is Susan," the third stated, "and I played a
high stakes game of chance. I gambled my freedom
against the possibility of a big cash prize. I lost. I
don't like being a slave but I guess it is best I
cooperate. It will go easier for me that way."
"My name is Mary," the fourth said, "and I too was
enslaved for debt. Slavery has been very good for me
because it has taught me my place in the world and a
proper respect for people who are my 'betters'. I have
learned that it is a sin to be 'uppity' and that I am
most comfortable when other people are exercising their
rightful authority over me."
"My name is Cocoa," the last one, a beautiful black
girl, said, "and I'm here because I just think slavery
is so cool. NOT! I dreamed of a life like this since I
was a little girl. NOT!"
"Well, Bill and Virginia, you have met a diverse group
of our products in training- our criminal slave, our
rebellious slave, our cooperative slave, our submissive
slave, and our saucy slave! Despite their various
attitudes the one thing they all have in common is that
they all do obey. Under the 'Kinder and Gentler Slavery
Law' we may not resort to physical punishment or the
threat of physical punishment to keep them under
control. But there is nothing in the law that says we
can't coerce them. Slavery without coercion would be a
contradiction in terms. Let me give you a little
demonstration of how we do control them."
"Susan, Mary, Cocoa- Display Now!" Morgan spoke,
addressing the three slaves on one end of the row of
pedestals.
We were then treated to three female slaves pushing
their shorts and panties down to their knees, and
standing in place, with their legs well separated,
awaiting further orders. I could not help but admire
their fine young bodies and erect postures. We were
impressed too by their attitudes. Smiling faces and no
sign of anger or resentment at what they were being
made to do.
With them all on pedestals, our eyes were at crotch
level. Virginia was impressed by their instant
obedience of course, but, not being a lesbian, showed
little interest in their bodies. I, on the other hand,
walked up and down the line, studying the buttocks and
genitals of each of these three beauties. I was
astonished to note that all they all had rings
surgically installed in their private parts to which a
leash might be attached. One had a labia ring and the
other two had rings piercing their clitoral cowls.
"In our culture," Morgan continued, "free women who are
also citizens do not expose their genitals in mixed
company for any reason and certainly not on command.
These three had been free citizens until quite
recently. So it was a true test of their obedience that
they exposed themselves completely and without
hesitation when commanded to do so.
"In slave societies of the past this sort of obedience
was generally obtained by whippings or other physical
punishments, the threat of such punishments, or by
withholding necessary things like food or water. We are
not allowed to do any of those things to our slaves,
yet we get the obedience we want from them."
"Is it because you win them over with kindness?" I
asked, half seriously.
"Hardly. The women we get are almost always
experiencing slavery for the first time. They are angry
and resentful toward us for the role we played in
reducing them to bondage. The last thing they want to
do is cooperate with us voluntarily."
"Then how?" Virginia asked.
Morgan motioned for us all to follow him into a private
office at one end of the sales exhibition area where we
could talk without being overheard by the slaves.
"We use means of coercion that are not against the
law," Morgan continued, "means that do not involve the
application of physical pain or physical injury. It
comes down to mind control whether it is done through
the bio-implants they all have, through drugs or
through hypnosis."
"Do the women know that they are being coerced and how
they are being coerced?" I asked.
"Yes and no. In the case of Susan and Cocoa the answer
is yes. They are very conscious of the coercion and how
it works, though it works in different ways for each of
them."
"Mary's case is quite different. When she came to us
she was defiant. She felt she had been unjustly
imbonded. We subjected her to not only the usual mind
control techniques, but also to an extra layer of
brainwashing designed to produce the personality you
now see. She now feels herself inferior to us and finds
it perfectly natural that we, or others who may be
placed over her, should be able to order her to push
her shorts down!"
Morgan led us back out to the display area and we all
gathered in front of Laura.
"If you think I am going to display my privates to all
you perverts, you are very much mistaken!" an angry
Laura said. I could see the hostility in her eyes and
the cords standing out on the sides of her neck."
"Laura- Display Now!" Morgan spoke while continuing eye
contact with Laura. We watched with great interest as
Laura pushed her shorts and panties down to her knees,
exposing her lovely vulva and pubic hair. We all saw
that she, like the other women, had a ring surgically
installed through her clitoris. Her whole body was
tense. She seemed aware of what she had just done, yet
unable to stop herself from doing it. It was as though
she had lost volitional control of her own body. I
noted the tensing of the muscles in her buttocks and in
her shoulders as she did this, apparently angry at
having had her volitional control taken away and at
having been made to expose her self.
"Laura is showing us right now," Morgan continued,
"verbal rebellion but behavioral obedience. We could
also suppress the verbal rebellion in her but some
clients like that. Other clients might prefer to see a
girl expressing her rebellion only in her body language
- in the tensing of her muscles and her facial
expressions, while presenting herself as both verbally
and behaviorally compliant. We try to please all types
of customers."
I saw Morgan whisper to Virginia and hand her a 3 x 5
card with some instructions to read. Virginia stepped
up close to Henry, her eyes only about a foot from his
shorts.
"I don't show my package to no woman!" Henry said
defiantly. I could see his calves and biceps flex as
though he might be preparing for a fight.
"Henry- Display Now!" Virginia spoke while making
intense eye contact with Henry. I saw him proceed to
push his shorts and briefs down to his knees, exposing
his magnificent endowments to Virginia at close range.
His whole body was tense. Like Laura he seemed aware of
what he had just done, yet had been unable to stop
himself from doing it. Virginia was fascinated. Even
from a distance I could not help but be impressed, as
his flaccid penis was long and thick and not
circumcised, his hairy scrotum hung low and contained
two very large balls. Henry was aware of his nakedness
and where we were all looking, and showed some signs of
embarrassment, but mostly he looked angry.
"Chill, Henry!" Virginia shouted at him, still reading
from her cue card. We saw him visibly relax all his
muscles and stand naturally.
"Vanilla ladder!" Virginia called out, locking eyes
with Henry. We saw a subtle shift in his stance and
facial expression, and his eyes took on a somewhat
glazed appearance.
"Henry- Erect Now!" Virginia ordered while continuing
eye contact. Clearly she was reading this command from
the card as she would never have had the audacity to
say this on her own. Virginia showed signs of amazement
as Henry's penis began to grow and stiffen before our
eyes until it was hard as a rock, while his scrotum
tightened pulling those huge balls closer to his groin.
"Henry- Stand Down!" Virginia ordered. That huge penis
deflated as quickly as it had grown and the scrotum
loosened dropping the balls back into their original
position. Henry looked disappointed.
Now Morgan handed me a card with some commands on it
and indicated I should address myself to Laura.
"Green Moon!" I said, reading from the card, and making
eye contact with Laura. I saw a subtle change in her
posture and facial expression, and her eyes took on
that glazed appearance we had seen a few moments before
with Henry.
"Laura- Arousal Now!" I commanded while reading from
the card and making eye contact with her. We watched
with interest as Laura's labia began to engorge and her
little clitoris began to extend from its protective
hood. Again I noted the tensing of the muscles in her
neck and shoulders and was surprised when she said "You
have no right to do this to my body, Mr. Steelforth!" I
just smiled at her as did Morgan.
"Laura- Juice Now!" I commanded while continuing to
make eye contact with Laura. I was fascinated to see
sticky sexual lubricant fluid seeping out of her vulva
and running down her thighs. The odor of her sexual
fluids was very much in the air. I inhaled deeply since
Laura was an attractive girl and I was much enjoying
the smell of her private parts. By this time Laura
looked absolutely mortified at the way her body was
betraying her, even as she stared daggers at me.
"Eyes bright!" Morgan said while addressing both Henry
and Laura. Suddenly I saw their posture and facial
expressions return to normal and the glassy eyes
disappear. Both of them looked acutely embarrassed at
what they had been made to do.
"With these two slaves," Morgan continued, addressing
Virginia and myself, "you first saw that there was
instant obedience to the 'Display Now!' command, even
though there were both verbal and postural cues that
their attitudes were rebellious. Some of our clients
enjoy overcoming rebelliousness in a slave like Laura
or Henry, and we give them the tools to do that. In
fact Laura and Henry were both forced to expose
themselves for us by what we call 'post-hypnotic
suggestions'. This does not require that they be under
hypnosis at the time, but certain cue phrases have been
planted in their brains that they are helpless to
resist. The phrase 'Display Now' would be an example of
such a cue phrase."
"With these two slaves you have also seen what we call
'direct hypnotic trance control' which acts directly on
both the slave's conscious and unconscious mind. It
enables us to command his or her body in ways he or she
could not consciously command on his own. This higher
level of control is required if we are to force a slave
to have a sexual response as we did with these two.
This type of control requires no cooperation or consent
from the slave. The slave is aware at all times that
his or her body seems to have a will of its own."
"With the other three, you saw that they pushed their
shorts down when ordered to do so, and without the need
for me to invoke trance control. With them it was not
even necessary to use post-hypnotic suggestions. Their
obedience is based on something else."
"What is that, Morgan?"
"I thought you would never ask. In the case of Susan
obedience was achieved because she knows that if she
did not we would immediately invoke either post-
hypnotic suggestions or direct trance control. She
obeys 'voluntarily' because she knows being put under
hypnotic controls would not only deprive her of full
control of her own body, but result in her literally
being compelled to do that which she had moments
earlier refused to do. She would then have full
awareness that her body is obeying us against her will
and no ability to stop her body from carrying out our
commands. Thus she knows that disobedience is
absolutely futile! There is a severe loss of dignity in
that."
"In the case of Cocoa, who just arrived today and has
not begun her mind control training, obedience was
achieved because she fears the possibility that any
disobedience might cause us to render her unconscious
through her bio-implant. There is a severe loss of
dignity in that. The control in her case is essentially
fear based."
"The compliance you have gotten from Stephanie prior to
her training is similar to that we are getting from our
untrained Cocoa here. After training Stephanie will
obey us for the same reason Susan did - because she
will have experienced just how our mind control
techniques can render her own rebellious tendencies
futile and will want to avoid, at all costs, pushing us
to invoke that type of control. This is the most
flexible form of slave control since it requires no
trance and is not limited to specific previously
implanted key phrases. Also it is not fear based which
is a major goal of this enterprise."
"Now that you have seen the diversity of our products,
it is time for you to take the tour with Charlie and
let him show you how we produce slaves with these
various tendencies. We have focused on the goals of
slave transformation so far. Charlie will show you how
it is done.
Virginia and I said goodbye to Morgan and followed
Charlie out of the sales room and then down an elevator
to a subterranean level of the building. As the
elevator made its way downward, Charlie began to
explain what I was about to see.
"You should realize Bill and Virginia, it is crucial
that we have the ability to impose our mind control
techniques on even the most resistant subjects. Many
who come through our facility will have heard of
hypnosis, are very much afraid it will be used on them,
and are determined to resist. But their ability to
resist will depend on their remaining oriented to the
reality around them. That awareness is what we take
from them with the help of sensory deprivation and the
bio-implants. Let us go into what we call the
'cylinder' room and see some of our subjects undergoing
sensory deprivation."
We emerged on a large open floor with a ceiling that
was perhaps 14 foot high. My eyes were immediately
drawn to a row of twenty vertical cylinders made of
clear glass, each about eight feet tall and three feet
in diameter. What was striking about these was that
each cylinder contained a naked human being, apparently
suspended in some clear liquid medium that came up a
foot or so higher than head level. These suspended
humans had various wires attached to them and tubes
coming out of them. Next to each cylinder there was
some sort of control console with all sorts of
monitoring instruments. The room had a surreal look
because overall lighting was dim with the cylinders,
their naked occupants and the control consoles
brilliantly lit up by contrast.
We stood next to the first two cylinders that plainly
contained young women. Further down the row I could see
that some of the cylinders contained young men. In all
of these the nude occupants were restrained by
handcuffs and ankle shackles. In all of them the
occupants were hooked up to breathing tubes and I could
observe the level of liquid in the cylinders subtly
rising and falling in time with their respirations.
Fortunately these breathing tubes hid little of their
faces from view. Their eyelids were taped shut.
My impression was that the two women nearest us were
asleep and perhaps enjoying a pleasant dream judging by
their fleeting facial expressions. Each had a urinary
catheter emerging from her vulva and leading to a clear
external cylinder that appeared to be about half full
of urine. Charlie carefully studied my facial
expressions for a while to judge my responses to all
this, then began to offer me an explanation.
"Virginia, this is the first major stage in each
slave's basic training. What we do here is subject them
to sensory deprivation so that we can control what they
take in through whatever senses remain to them. Right
now they are largely resting and blissfully unaware of
their surroundings. We are placing them all into a
hypnotic trance by means of subliminal audio
superimposed on a music track. This is being fed
directly into their brains by means of the bio-
implants."
"Why hypnosis, Charlie?" I queried.
"The thing you need to understand, Bill, is that we
condition all our slaves to obey verbal commands. That
is so that we can sell them or rent them out to our
customers and know that our customer, in turn, will be
able to control them. The customer cannot rely on the
threat of physical punishment to force obedience, any
more than we can here, since physical punishments in
the form of whippings, beatings and the like are
against our kinder, gentler slavery laws. Some other
control mechanism is needed. We have found that post-
hypnotic suggestions are the best way to achieve that
kind of unthinking obedience from a human being."
Just then I saw Charlie walk over to the operator at
the controls of cylinder number three and whisper
something to her. A minute or so later I saw the naked
young woman who was inside that cylinder begin to buck
and flex and un-flex her body repeatedly within the
confines of her cylinder. I walked quickly over to
stand next to this cylinder where Charlie also was.
Then to my amazement I saw the nude occupant use her
hands, which had been cuffed in front, to rub her vulva
and diddle her clitoris, even as I saw further evidence
of tensing of all the different muscles in her body.
She clearly appeared to be in some sort of sexual
arousal.
"Charlie, doesn't she have any inhibitions about
masturbating like this with people watching her?" I
said.
"That is one of the beauties of this whole setup, Bill.
She doesn't know anyone is watching her. She is in a
deep hypnotic trance and we are feeding suggestions to
her with our subliminal audio that tell her she is at
home in the privacy of her own bed! She has no idea
that a couple of men and various control employees are
watching her every move."
"But surely some slaves are going to be very resistant
to hypnosis, aren't they?"
"Ah, resistance! That is where the bio-implants really
come in handy. They enable us to detect certain
patterns of neural activity that suggest the subject is
trying to resist the hypnosis. When we detect such
patterns we send signals directly into the subject's
brain that cause feelings of nausea. It is not long
before the subjects learn to turn away from any
resistant thoughts!"
"Fantastic!" I said.
"But it goes even further. When the bio-implants detect
patterns of neural activity suggesting cooperation with
the hypnosis, our operators are able to send signals of
sexual pleasure directly into the subject's brain
through his or her implant."
"Our techniques are so powerful now," Charlie continued
"with the help of the bio-implants, that not one slave
in the last 500 processed at this facility has been
able to resist the hypnotic induction or the successful
planting of all needed post-hypnotic code commands."
I marveled at all this. It was the most exciting
breakthrough in slave training I had heard in many
years. And it completely eliminated the need for any
sort of physical brutality such as whippings, beatings
or electro-shock. All the desired control over human
behavior could be achieved in ways that met the new
kinder, gentler ethic of slave management. As I watched
the show in the cylinder was becoming even more
frenzied. It wasn't every day I got to watch a
beautiful young woman masturbating for real who was not
even conscious that she had an audience! Just then the
cute young lady at the controls of her tank spoke up.
"Mr. Witherspoon, the girl is very near climax. Should
I stop her?"
"No, Betty. Let her climax. I think it will be a nice
treat for our guests to see."
The young woman was massaging her genitals in a frenzy
and tensing every muscle in her arms and legs. Soon all
this built to a crescendo, then stopped. I saw the most
beautiful relaxed look on the young woman's face. This
was one of the most beautiful sights I had seen in a
long while. I felt very privileged to have been witness
to this very special intimate moment in a slave's life.
I wanted to know more about this young woman - her
name, who she had been before her enslavement, if she
had ever been married, and so much more. I turned to
Charlie and started to ask, but he anticipated me.
"Bill, most of what you probably want to ask me is on
that sign on the other side of her cylinder. Go ahead
and read it."
I walked around to the other side and learned that her
name was Jennifer Marston, that she was single and had
been a member of the corps de ballet of the National
Ballet of Capitallia. She would probably know Vivienne,
the dancer I had helped get back into the ballet
company as a professional slave. I wondered if this
Jennifer might need a similar favor from me.
"You are probably wondering if we plan to let her
pursue her ballet career while a slave. Rest assured we
do. You don't need to make this one your special
project."
"I wonder if I could have something as a souvenir -
perhaps a photo of her or something?"
"I can do better than that. How would you each like a
video disk of that whole masturbation you just saw?"
"That would be fantastic!" I said. Virginia said she
would pass on that. Fortunately neither Charlie nor I
needed to ask the young dancer if that was all right
with her. She had no rights anymore.
I looked further down the row of cylinders and saw that
two technicians were bringing in a very sedated and
naked Stephanie Glenn. I noted that they were headed
for one cylinder that was empty. One of the technicians
fitted her with a breathing tube and urinary catheter,
while the other technician secured a lifting harness
around her shoulders. Her hands were cuffed in front
with shiny steel handcuffs. Soon an electric hoist
raised her high in the air and over the cylinder and
lowered her into the clear liquid.
"We will begin the process of hypnotic induction,"
Charlie continued, "with your Stephanie just as we have
with the others. Within a few days she will have
learned to obey a whole range of post-hypnotic
commands. Once we have secured her unconditional
obedience to commands, we can concentrate on developing
the particular attitudes in her that will be pleasing
to whoever is going to have ultimate use and control of
her person."
"Now that must be the whole point of what Morgan was
demonstrating to us up in the sales room with the five
slaves on the pedestals," I said.
"That's right. Some slaveholders want a more or less
forced obedience. They want the pleasure of controlling
a slave who obeys because she must, not because slavery
is natural to her or comfortable for her in any way.
She obeys 'voluntarily' because she knows that failure
to do so or hesitation in obeying commands will result
in her being compelled by the post-hypnotic suggestions
to the point of losing control of her own body. This
will be the case for your Stephanie because she has
been requisitioned by a client who wants exactly that
kind of compulsory obedience from her."
"Who is the client?" I asked.
"Sorry Bill, but I cannot reveal that at this time. You
will be informed when her training is complete and we
have turned her over to the control of that client. I
know you are eager to follow Stephanie's training, but
she will be in the sensory deprivation cylinder for
about the next three weeks. If you watched that it
would be like watching paint dry. What I would suggest
is that we call it a wrap for today with an invitation
to come back and see how Stephanie has progressed 30
days from now."
"Sounds good Charlie." We shook hands and he walked me
out to where my car was parked.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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