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A 'Routine' Enslavement - 3
by Falcon (dondaverse@yahoo.com)
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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, bd, mc)
***
Author Note: This story features scenes of non
consensual sex. Persons who do not wish to read such
scenes are advised to stop now. The author does not
condone in real life the activities depicted in this
fantasy.
***
Chapter 11: Lost Memories
Almost a month later to the day I returned to the
SlendaBond Training Facility. Virginia was not with me
on this trip. I visited Morgan Richmond again briefly
and again set out with the training director, Charlie,
for another tour. I hoped to see many things this time
that he had not shown me on my initial visit.
"I am just dying to see how far you good people have
gotten bringing Stephanie under control!" I said.
"We have been able to embed many post-hypnotic
suggestion words in her subconscious that we can use as
a backup if she fails to obey 'voluntarily'. We also
now have the ability to put her into direct trance
control whenever we want just by uttering a key phrase
- just the way you saw us do it to Laura and Henry on
your previous visit. We can then directly control her
sexual responses, make her nipples erect, make her
labia engorge, make her little clitoris come out from
hiding in the clitoral cowl, even make her vagina
secrete sexual fluids!"
"That is fantastic!" I said, and high-fived him just as
we did on my previous visit.
"But I don't want you to just take my word for it. Let
us go pay Stephanie a visit in her pod."
"Her what?" I said.
"If you will follow me, Bill, I will take you to
another level of this building called the "pod floor"
where you will see how we continue a slave's education
after she completes basic training in the 'cylinder
room' that you saw last month.
First we visited the Olympic size swimming pool first.
There were many naked slaves of both sexes swimming and
diving there. They all looked physically fit. We
progressed to the gymnasium where we saw row after row
of naked humans of both sexes. Some rows were learning
to prance. Each was made to lift his or her knees high
on each beat of the music. Other rows were doing sit-
ups to strengthen and tone their abdominal muscles.
There was one row of women only receiving basic
fellatio training. Charlie took me close to these young
women. It was obvious that each woman in this group
thought fellatio was beneath her dignity. Yet each was
performing the act on her respective male trainer.
"Why don't some of them refuse?" I asked.
"Because of the post-hypnotic controls. Some of them
are actually responding to post-hypnotic commands even
now. Others fear losing control of their bodies to the
hypnotic commands, and so will obey 'voluntarily' in
order to avoid coming under hypnotic controls. Either
way they are being compelled to do an act which most of
them find repugnant. It is, in a real sense, their
introduction to what it means to be a slave."
I followed him back to the elevator and up to the third
floor. As we stepped out on this floor I saw row after
row of beds called "pods" containing naked humans with
each covered by a clear plastic dome. Each naked slave
was restrained except for one hand and I noted a video
camera trained on each one. Each wore an earphone
headset. Some, but not all, were wearing a special
visor over the eyes. Those in this latter group also
were connected to IV lines dripping saline solution and
other drugs into their bodies.
"This room looks positively spooky." I said. "What is
the purpose of all these restraints, all these visors,
and the clear plastic domes?"
"The clear plastic dome is to keep their space draft
free and temperature and humidity controlled. That way
we don't have to give them clothing, blankets or sheets
for reasons of comfort or health. It also means that we
can observe them 24/7 without their having any privacy.
We do not allow them to masturbate on this floor. It is
all part of their training that they are no longer
masters or mistresses of their own bodies. The video
cameras are there to detect any attempts at
masturbation. Operators monitor these video cameras
24/7 and when any masturbatory act is observed, the
operator will immediately reprimand the subject through
the earphones. A second offense means they lose their
free hand privilege."
"So basically" I responded, "the subject is reminded
that his or her genitals are the master's property and
that to touch them without permission 'would be like
stealing' from the master."
"That's right, Bill. We do not want to keep them
sexually frustrated on a long term basis but, at this
stage of training, it make a powerful impression on
their psyches."
"I'll bet it does!" I gleefully replied.
"If the cylinder room you saw last month was about
'sensory deprivation'," Charlie continued, "this pod
room is about 'memory deprivation'. It is also about
the installation of new 'memories' to replace the ones
deleted." The new 'memories' are installed by means of
virtual reality software through their visors. With the
help of certain drugs, they will forget certain
memories we want them to forget and they will remember
virtual reality experiences we implant as though these
things had actually happened to them in real life."
"Where do you get drugs like that?" I said, amazed.
"In the early twenty first century," Charlie went on,
"there was a drug widely used in hospital operating
rooms for light anesthesia. It was a beta-blocker
called propranolol. It was discovered that this drug
had the ability to block all recall of things that
happened while the patient was under the influence of
the drug. Later researches showed that this drug could
be used to help victims of post-traumatic stress learn
to forget their traumatic experience."
"I don't quite follow you, Charlie. What does post-
traumatic stress have to do with brainwashing slaves?"
"Bear with me. Eventually another drug in the same
family was found, patented under the name 'MemZip24'
which could be used to completely suppress any memory
by recreating the memory in conscious awareness while
the patient was under the influence of the drug.
Finally a sister drug called 'MemZip27' was developed
which had the interesting property that it could
reinforce a memory, or turn a virtual reality
experience into one remembered as though from real
life."
"But why would you want to erase parts of a slave's
memory, Charlie?"
"The most important way in which we use these drugs,
particularly '24', is at the end of a slave's
indenture, prior to setting him or her free. Here the
purpose is to purge the slave's mind of any knowledge
or memories of their service which might compromise a
company's proprietary processes, confidential client
lists, or the sexual privacy of any person the slave
was made to serve during her time of slavery. We cannot
have a newly freed slave going out and writing a book
exposing the sexual quirks of some of her past masters
or their friends."
"I guess not!" I said. If they could do that after they
are freed it would kind of defeat the whole purpose of
the slave system, would it not?"
"Indeed, Bill. If you look down the row of pods you
will see that maybe a third of them have the virtual
reality visors and the IV line hookups. Most of these,
in turn, are slaves who are near completion of their
indentures. When they leave our facility as free men
and women, they will have no memory at all of what
really happened during their term of slavery. Instead
they will have some false memories of that time
implanted by us through virtual reality with the help
of the drug we call '27'. The false memories are a
kindness since that way they will not have constant
anxiety about a 'black hole' in their memories. In the
false memories they will remember that they were slaves
for a number of years, but that they only performed
mundane tasks like filing, shelving books, digging
ditches or whatever. They will not remember who their
masters were or the actual nature of the things they
did."
"Wow! Can I ever see the benefits of that! That gives a
whole new freedom to masters and mistresses, knowing
that their secrets are forever safe!" I exclaimed. "Do
you use 'memory deprivation', as you call it, for other
purposes as well?"
"Indeed yes. Some want a slave who obeys out of a
deeply held feeling and belief that we, and others that
we may designate, have a moral right to exercise
absolute authority over his or her person. We are,
after all, his or her 'betters'. I want to stress that
your Stephanie will not be getting this type of
conditioning. In her case the client does not want to
take away her belief in her own dignity. Rather he
wants her to obey him in all things because she will
feel compelled to do so by the post hypnotic
suggestions."
"You may remember Mary from your earlier visit. She
would be an example of the type of slave who believes
other people are her 'betters'. She is eager to obey
and shows no resistance whatsoever. She was nothing at
all like that when she was sent to us under court
order. In fact she was one of the most independent
minded and defiant slaves we ever received at this
facility."
"How is it possible to change a person's basic nature
so profoundly?" I asked, amazed.
"The very will to resist mind control stems from a
belief in the dignity of the person based, to a
considerable extent, on Jeffersonian notions that all
men are created equal, and that certain rights are
'inalienable'. Any memory of such a belief is the first
memory we have to remove from those of our slaves who
are going through what we call 'inferiority training'.
Usually we only do this to the ones who are enslaved
for life, though it is possible to do it on a
reversible basis to the ones who are serving a five or
ten year indenture."
"Will this be done to Stephanie?"
"No because the client did not want a slave who felt
inferior. He wanted Stephanie to be independent minded
and defiant about her condition. This dovetails nicely
with the fact he is also planning to use her
professional abilities."
"If we are going to produce an 'inferior' slave, we
first strip away the slave's initial belief that she
is, in some fundamental sense, equal to her captors.
She is not equal and must learn that early on. She is
inferior to her 'betters'. She is Inferior morally,
philosophically, legally, politically. She must learn
that all her satisfactions in life are to come from
being pleasing in the sight of her master or mistress
and their friends. If these people smile upon her then
she is worthy and entitled to self-esteem."
"If she is commanded to suck a penis or lick a vulva,
she does not even ask if she is attracted to the man or
woman whose penis or vulva it is. Of course she is
attracted to that person and his or her genitals
because that person is one of her betters. He or she is
entitled to pleasure from her. If she is asked to
spread her legs for a man's pleasure she doesn't
question if this is a man for whom she feels some
special attraction. She spreads her legs because it is
both her duty and her pleasure to submit to one of her
betters in this way."
"So much for producing future slaves like our 'Mary'. I
think what you really came for today is to see what we
have done with your Stephanie. Am I right?"
"Yes! Lead on please!" I replied excitedly.
We walked down to the 37th pod on the left side and I
gazed, through the plastic dome, with fascination at
the girl I had done so much to enslave. Now my client
was clearly well on the way to turning her into a
creature that would give great pleasure to the ultimate
client. Stephanie Glenn was quite naked, like all the
others. I noted with great pleasure that a platinum
ring had been surgically installed through her clitoral
hood. I studied all the details of her body while she
slept.
After a few minutes Charlie decided to wake her. He did
this by reaching through an access port on the side of
the pod that enabled him to directly touch her body. He
gave a little tug on her clitoris ring and she woke up,
rubbed her eyes, and saw two men staring at her. It
took her a moment but soon she recognized me as well as
the training director. Charlie unfastened hidden
latches that could only be opened from the outside of
the pod, and then swung the hinged dome open. He
released her hand that had been restrained, cuffed her
two hands together behind her back, and released the
foot restraints. He attached a safety leash to
Stephanie's clitoris ring and commanded her to get out
of the pod and stand on the floor at attention. I
admired the long lines of her slender body and the
beautiful muscularity of her legs and buttocks. Charlie
handed me the genital leash.
"I am sure you will have no difficulty getting her to
follow you anywhere, Bill, since her handcuffs make it
impossible for her to grab the leash to relieve the
strain. Even though it is a safety leash, I must still
ask you to be very careful with her. We don't want to
injure her private parts," he admonished. He walked
away and indicated that we should follow.
I began leading Stephanie along with us, being very
careful to keep only a gentle pull on her genitals. We
went to a small demonstration room that reminded me of
the sales room but on a smaller scale. It was a plushly
carpeted room with a pedestal, dark blue velour drapes
and special lighting. There was some gymnastic
equipment, one wall was mirrored, and the room was
soundproofed. He ordered Stephanie to stand on the
pedestal with her feet two feet apart, placing her well
opened crotch at eye level for both of us. I found this
view very pleasing indeed and studied the details of
her genitals much as I had many months ago at the
creditor's exam. I longed to touch her vulva and pubic
hair. Charlie read my mind. He indicated that I might
touch her if I chose, but for some reason I declined. I
guess there was a part of me that wanted the girl to
like me at least a little.
"How is the no masturbation rule working for you
Stephanie?" I asked.
"It leaves me very frustrated Sir! " she said while
glaring at me. Her words were deferential but her body
language spoke of rebellion just below the surface.
"This slave would like to ask if she might masturbate
now?" she had turned to address Charlie.
"I will take it under consideration as a possible
reward for you if you first show us you are a good
slave girl."
He ordered her to get down on the floor and give us 20
sit-ups. I marveled at her physical condition and how
taught the muscles of her abdomen were. He then ordered
her to give us 10 chin-ups and I was blown away by her
upper body definition and strength. After that she
assumed the standing 'display position', waiting for
further orders.
"It is worth making a point here, Bill. You see how
strong she is. Many of our slaves are this strong by
the time we turn them over to our clients. Many of our
clients are sedentary people who, although they may
workout, are not strong enough to physically master the
slaves they receive from us. So it is so very important
that we develop foolproof means for the client to be
able to control the slave through essentially mind
control methods."
At this point he placed the flat of his hand gently on
her lower abdomen just an inch or so above her pubic
hair.
"Stephanie," Charlie stated, "I can feel that your
bladder is full. Go get the jar from the cabinet and
void for us now." She did so.
Through all these commands we could see her body was
tense, the muscles in her neck were tense. Clearly she
did not like being a slave, but she obeyed because she
knew the alternative to 'voluntary' obedience was to be
placed under hypnotic controls and no longer being in
control of her own body.
"You did well, slave." Charlie said. "You have my
permission to masturbate now."
He produced a dildo vibrator from a closet and handed
it to her. We were delighted to see her put on quite a
display for us. Evidently her slave training had
managed to get rid of most of her inhibitions about
doing this in front of others. Either that or she was
just so desperate for relief that nothing else
mattered. We saw her play with her clitoris, and then
it came out from under its hood as her labia became
engorged and her nipples hardened. We saw and
experienced the odor of her sexual fluids running down
her inner thigh. While all this was happening she was
bucking and flexing her leg muscles and the expression
on her face told us she was far removed in her mind
from this room and our presence. She inserted the
vibrator in her vagina and began to piston it in and
out. We saw more flexing of the leg muscles. Soon she
reached a shattering climax and her body became limp.
At Charlie's direction I led Stephanie back to her pod
by her genital leash and Charlie locked her back in
with one arm left free and closed and locked the clear
plastic dome over her nakedness.
"I don't know about you Bill, but I am starting to feel
horny with the show we just watched. How about you and
I pick out two slave girls from the gym to give us a
quick blow job before we go to lunch?"
"Sounds good to me Charlie!" I had a very satisfying
release into some pretty girl's mouth that I would
probably never see again. Charlie did the same. Then he
took us to the sumptuous executive dining room on the
fourth floor where we started with a fine bottle of
Merlot followed by tender porterhouse steaks, and a
delicious salad.
Over lunch Charlie explained one other aspect of the
program. Because Stephanie was going to be a
"professional slave" there was another final step to
her training. Up until now most training for her had
focused on developing her instant and unquestioning
obedience to orders. For her to act as a professional
in her field, which was accounting, she needed to be
able to be assertive in giving input to her superiors
when they would want her input. This would typically be
when discussion turned to subjects where her
professional knowledge or abilities could make a
contribution to her superiors. In such situations
abject servility would not be appropriate. But before
asserting herself professionally, she would have to
always remember to say "Permission to speak freely,
Sir!" like any well-trained soldier, and wait for an
affirmative response.
Charlie stated that his firm used role-playing groups
to teach slaves appropriate slave behavior in
professional situations. Slaves needed to learn when to
be assertive, how to be assertive, and when to slip
back into slave like behavior, at the slightest word or
gesture from a superior.
As we lingered over our crème brulee deserts and
coffee, I expressed my appreciation to Charlie for the
splendid tour he had given me. He in turn advised me
that Stephanie would very soon be turned over to the
control of their client.
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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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