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A 'Routine' Enslavement - 3
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, 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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