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Part 1: The Clinic
Jack checked the address on the wall one more time, and compared it against the sheet of paper he had been given. The bare metal door at the bottom of the stairwell did not look inviting, and certainly was not what he'd expected from the description he'd been given of the clinic. Mentally shrugging, he walked down the steps and knocked one time, as instructed. A brief moment passed before the door was opened by a large, casually dressed man, obviously a bouncer.
"Invitation?" he said.
Jack handed over the plain, blank white business card he'd been given. Taking the card, the bouncer inserted it in a small box inside the door and examined it closely through the glass top. Jack could not see what was revealed under the reader, but it must have passed muster.
"Please step this way sir," the man said, inviting him in. With a thud the door was latched firmly behind him, and the bouncer led the way down a long empty hall. At the end there was a single elevator, door standing open. The bouncer swiped a card over the black reader and the elevator dinged once.
"Step inside sir, Dr. Iverson will meet you in the lobby."
Nervously, Jack stepped in to the elevator, and the door immediately closed. Reaching for the button, he was startled to note that there weren't any. Momentary panic was eased as the elevator began to descend, rapidly, by the feel. Several whole minutes passed, and Jack began to wonder what he was getting himself into. Finally, after what must have been thousands of feet of decent, the elevator stopped, and the door opened.
Jack stepped out into a large, brightly lit lobby, with comfortable couches and chairs placed strategically around coffee tables and cheerful plant arrangements. Artful pieces decorated the walls, giving a warm, inviting feel to the room. Straight across from the elevator, thirty feet or so away, was a closed, heavy oak double door. Off to the right of it was a small receptionist desk, complete with a small, female receptionist.
Striding across the room, Jack approached the girl, who looked up and said, "Please have a seat, sir, the Dr. will be with you in a moment."
Choosing to stand instead, Jack admired the artwork on the walls for about five minutes while he waited. The large doors opened, smooth and surprisingly quiet and a tall man in a white doctor’s overcoat stepped out.
"I do apologize for being late Mr. Stevens. I'm Dr. Iverson. Please, step inside and let’s go to my office, and see how we might best assist you." Walking down the hall, it was some small distance through a maze of hospital like corridors to the office.
Finally, seated at his desk, Dr. Iverson asked, "So, what can we do for you, Mr. Stevens?"
Taking a seat in a plush lounge chair in front of the desk, Jack sat back and addressed the doctor. "I've been given a brief description of what you do here, of course. And it goes without saying that price is no object, or I daresay I'd not have made it past your front door." Smiling, he chuckled. Jack was a genius at stock picking, and had amassed quite a respectable pile of cash over the last 15 years.
"However, I'm a little vague on the particulars, as it were. I wonder if you might give me the nickel tour, show off your, um, capabilities, and demonstrate any, er, limitations? I'd like to get a feel for the, er, full range of potentials, before I place my order."
"Hmmm,” he replied. “Yes. A lot of our higher end clients tend to feel that way. We've set up a kind of show room in the new wing. Would you like to take a look?"
"Yes please," Jack replied, "that would be excellent."
Grabbing a key card out of his desk, the doctor led the way to another elevator. Waving the card at the reader, the doors popped open. This time the ride was brief, descending only a few floors. Entering a new hallway, they walked a few yards and entered a door to the left. This room looked like a small night club, bar in one corner, rich looking tables with leather chairs were spaced around the room. Two chairs faced the bar, where several young women sat on the tall chairs, quietly chatting. On the chair arms rested four large remote controls. Picking up one at random, Dr Iverson said, "Watch this."
Jack watched with interest as he pressed a button labeled "Come Here."
One of the women in the middle flinched, then bolted upright and ran over to stand at attention in front of the Dr., eyes focused down on her toes. "Here, you try it," he said, handing over the remote.
Studying the controls for a moment, Jack pressed "Strip", and she began tossing clothes to the floor. Next he tried "Dance," which brought up a menu on the display, listing possibilities. Jack scrolled down and selected "Pole Dance." She immediately stepped up onto the runway and began a rather nice routine.
"Very nice," Jack said. "So how does it work?"
"Well, our process involves implanting controls into the woman that can give stimulus indicating the desired action. In basic term, small electrodes are surgically installed at key, highly sensitive nerve locations, including clitoris, nipples, anus, tongue, etc. The number and capability of these is adjustable with the sales package, of course. These are connected to a computerized controller, the central brain if you will, installed internally, that is programmed to send spikes of electricity to the probes, in various patterns and intensity based on which button you press on the remote. Then it's just a matter of conditioning, teaching a subject that a hard, strong jolt on her clitoris means 'Come Here!' and several short stabs at clit and nipples mean 'Strip' and so on. There's no real limit to the command set, but each girl has to be trained extensively until she learns what each pattern means. Part of any purchase package includes a thorough training period, to condition her to the basic command set."
"Impressive," Jack responded. "I was told you've been experimenting with some more advanced models?"
"Yes, those are across the hall. We've added some sensors to the controller to give us some feedback. The electronics can sense position, motion, direction, even external conditions like temperature, etc. We've developed a wide array of internal sensors to determine if commands are being obeyed. For instance, we have a pussy caliber that measures penetration depth and width. Also worth noting is our remote access and monitoring package, which includes a cellular modem, and audio and video sensors. You can see and hear what she does, and control her from anywhere you’ve got cell phone coverage! One of the best features of our new ZR1000 controller is automation, and intelligent monitoring. Programs can be written to automatically monitor activity, or record detailed instructions to be performed on a schedule. Punishment can be given automatically for any deviation from her allowed list of actions."
"Wow! I'd love to see that in action!" Jack’s palms actually began to sweat, thinking of all the delicious possibilities!
"Well then, let’s step across the hall. But first..." Reaching for the remote he pressed "Release." Up on the dance stage, the woman stopped gyrating, and then sat on the floor. Sweat covered her body, as she had been really going at that pole.
"One of the biggest problems with these simple units," the doctor explained. "People are always forgetting to turn them off. Either the subject continues until damaged, or she gives up and ignores the last command that was given. Then we have to either forgive her, or punish her unfairly for disobedience. Bad for discipline, that. The new controllers have built in watchdogs for forgotten remotes. The can automatically send release commands, or even complex orders to return to a specific condition, say, dressed and back in her cage with the door locked."
Leading the way across the hall, the entered a large room laid out like a go kart track. Six young women stood in what seemed to be the pit area, completely naked. Each had a think layer of electrical tape wrapped around her head, covering eyes and ears thoroughly, and arms bound behind her back. Large, two digit numbers were painted across each woman’s back, and someone had even slapped a few bumper stickers and logos across their asses.
Near the door was a raised platform overlooking the track, with six arcade-like stations, containing a steering wheel, gear shift, and foot peddles.
"Our engineers really went all out on this one. We wanted a demo of our new, total control unit, with optional safety features. Let me show you."
Stepping up to a controller, he stepped lightly on the gas and one of the girls began walking forward.
"Pressing on the gas pedal sends a jolt into her clitoris. Sensors monitor her speed and adjust the intensity based on how fast she moves. A comparison is made between her speed, what gear I’ve selected, and how much I press the pedal. A big difference gives her a big jolt that scales down to zero as she reaches the correct speed. A similar jolt to her ass indicates she should slow down, and jolts to each tit tell her to turn left or right. Watch this!"
Turning the wheel, he steered her around the others women in the pit and out onto the track. Stomping on the gas made her grunt, and then begin running flat out. He steered her around the track a few laps, then deliberately drove her at a wall. Expecting the blind girl to pile into the wall she could not see, Jack was surprised when she braked to a stop about a foot in front of it.
"Took some painful system calibration to get that to work right, let me tell you! Anyway, that was a demonstration of the smart controller system. Position tracking monitors her every step, and automatically sends the commands to stop before she hit the wall. This is highly programmable, and even optional." Flipping a switch market SAFTEY to the off position, and shifting to reverse, he backed the girl up, then shifted through forward gears again to send her racing around the track once more. "Certain commands are just more fun than others," he commented. Pressing down on a button labeled "Nitrous," the girl began screaming, and then seemed to be pushing for all the extra speed her legs would give.
"This button sends a maximum intensity clitoral shock, giving her some serious incentive to run faster!"
Ignoring the turn at the end of the track, he led her straight at the wall. This time she plowed in, running flat out, and bounced backward head over heals, then lay still. Pushing a button on the wall intercom, he said, "Medic to Demo 2." The Dr. turned back to Jack as a medical team raced in to cart the limp body down to the hospital wing.
"Of course, entertaining as this demonstration is, it's not really what most of our clientele is looking for. The basic hardware install is the same, however, and we have a number of, shall we say, more practical, training environments. Have you chosen a particular training plan yet?"
"I’m still trying to make up my mind between a few variations. I was wondering, could you tell me what the differences were between Slave: Traditional, Slave: Bondage, and Slave: Torture are." replied Jack.
"Hmmm, let’s see. Traditional means simple obedience, like a pet, do the dished, suck my cock, that kind of thing. Bondage slaves are expected to receive a certain amount of pain and bondage, and get extra obedience training to harden them. Torture is like Bondage, but at a whole extra level, and requires extensive obedience training. We warrantee that nothing you do to one of our Torture slaves can break her training, or the next one's free. Cost and training time can be extreme for this model, however."
"I see. I understand that I can arrange for pickup and delivery when I schedule a procedure?"
"Yes, talk with our receptionist on the way out and she can make the appointment."
On the way back to the doctors' office, Jack found that he was very impressed by the clinic. Contemplating his schedule and trying to imagine the possibilities, he made up his mind. For what he intended, Slave: Torture, was probably the best bet.
Taking a seat in the easy chair in front of the receptionist’s desk, he said "I'd like to place and order for pickup and return delivery.”
“Excellent sir,” replied the woman. “Please fill out this order form, and specify all the features you’d like installed. If there is anything you’d like that is not listed on the form, please give a detailed description on the back of the form, and we shall do our best.”
Sitting back, Jack began filling out the form, checking off features and desired training packages. Grinning like a kid in a candy store, he couldn’t help a brutal erection from the anticipation. Finished at last, he handed the form back to the woman behind the desk.
Looking over the form, she said, "Excellent choice sir. When would you like us to pick up the subject?"
"Next
Friday, at
“Let me check on that sir,” she replied. Taking the form, she ducked through the doors and returned with Dr. Iverson a few minutes later.
Perusing the form in detail, he was muttering to himself, then looked up and said, "Hmmm, let’s see... This one could take some time. 10 days for the hardware install. The new oversize fuel cell membranes we use to power the computer are a bitch to install, at least to do it without leaving any scarring. Really amazing stuff, actually, pulls sugar from the blood stream and makes electricity to operate our little toys. Don’t worry about scarring, by the way. Our surgeons are really top notch, and we do everything through existing openings, like the belly button, or vagina. Anyway, better figure at least 45 days for training. Can you spare her for two months?"
"I'll manage. Summer camp should make a good cover for the neighbors. Her mother thinks she’s going away to a finishing school, to learn some manners."
"Yes, I see you’ve selected some discipline and cultural training in her package. May I ask the subjects' age?"
"Let's see, she'll be 14 by the time I get her back. It’s my step daughter. Hot little number, but she has a mouth like a truck driver, and attitude up to HERE!" Jack said. "We told the girl its summer camp, and she’s expecting a few weeks of fun and frolic out from under her mother’s thumb." Jack said, with an evil chuckle.
Amused, the doctor smiled, "She’ll have a bit of a rude surprise then." Handing over a piece of paper, he continued. "Please wire this amount to that bank account, and we'll see you on Friday to take delivery of your step daughter Mr. Stevens."
Part 2: Surgery
It was Friday morning, and Stephanie had just finished packing her travel bag and was zipping it closed. From downstairs, her creepy stepfather Jack called up, "Stephanie, hurry up! Your ride is here."
Anxious to be gone, she tried to hurry it up. She really wanted to get away for a couple weeks. Mom was seriously getting on her nerves, and Jack had been extra creepy the last few days. Dragging the bag off her bed she rolled it out the door. She was hoping she'd packed enough clothes, thinking about how much fun the next two weeks was going to be. "Two whole weeks away at camp, with no creepy Jack, no Do the Dishes, Clean Your Room, CHANGE THOSE CLOTHES, from mom" she thought, as she lugged the case along.
Grunting, she lifted the heavy bag and descended the stairs. Jack and a man who must have been the bus driver waited at the bottom of the stair. She was puzzled when she noticed another large drag bag standing by the front door, but didn’t think any more of it. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she stuck out her tongue and rudely tried to brush past Jack. Instead of letting her by, he grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. Reaching down, he closed his fist over her hand holding the carry bag.
"Here, let me get that," he said, prying the bag out of her hand, and holding her in place for a moment. She opened her mouth to scream "Don't touch me!" but, before she could even draw in the breath a firm hand covered her face with a damp cloth. The "bus driver" had been waiting for the distraction. Anger faded to confusion as the ether on the rag quickly knocked her out.
Letting the limp girl slide to the floor, Jack grabbed the large luggage case by the door. He and the delivery agent stuffed the unconscious teen into the bag, and wheeled the bag out to the man’s car. Jack smiled as she was driven away, packed securely in the car trunk. Upstairs, Jack's wife Deirdre was still sound asleep, and never heard a thing. She was a shift supervisor and worked nights at the local hospital. She had just gone to bed an hour ago, and would be sleeping like a log for at least another 6 hours. As far as she knew, her troubled daughter was off to summer boarding school, to learn a little discipline and good manners.
Hours later, Stephanie woke up in a small cell, dimly lit. Confusion. Pain. Fear. PANIC! Memory returned, and adrenaline surged! She raced around the little six foot square room, banged on the solid, heavy, wooden door. Unable to help herself, she screamed. "HELP! Let me out. Is anybody out there?"
And, in fact, there was. They'd been waiting for her to wake up, so they could continue with their preparations. They had to let the drugs wear off completely before applying more anesthesias for the first surgery.
The door opened and two huge men reached in and each grabbed an arm and a leg, carrying her away down the long hallway outside the door. Kicking, scream, and spitting mad, she was helpless as they easily carted her down to the operating room, chatting casually to each other.
"This one's a wild cat, eh Bill?"
"What? Oh, she's not as bad as that Asian chick they brought in last week. I've still got six stitches from her damn claws."
Through the doors, they lifted, then plopped her on the gurney, face up. Leaning, both men pinned her arms painfully tight, outstretched over her head, while a nurse locked the heavy, padded wrist restraints. Shifting grip to her legs, they forced her ankles into widely spread stirrups and waited for the nurse to finish securing her ankle restraints. Satisfied that she was secure, the men left the room and returned to their normal duty posts.
"Just relax for a minute," the nurse told Stephanie. "The doctors will be here shortly to explain the procedure."
"Let me GO! Help me! Somebody please help me!!" Her voice was shrill with panic. She was thrashing wildly and screaming bloody murder when the two doctors walked in a few minutes later.
"Oh
my," said Steve. "
"Sure
thing. Steve."
Eyes half closing as the drug kicked in, Stephanie lost the strength to struggle, limbs going numb. Still mostly alert, she watched helplessly as Steve picked up the surgical scissors. "That’s much better. Now, I know you're very confused, so let me explain for a bit. Your stepfather Jack has paid us to give you a few surgical modifications, and some training that he feels will make you a better daughter. Your mother thinks you've been sent off to boarding school, of course, to learn some manners, and she’s not really expecting you to be home for quite some time. What else was there, oh yes: The summer camp thing was just a ruse. They both lied to you about that."
Shaking her head in denial, she continued to listen.
"So then, let me explain a little about the procedure we have scheduled for you. We're going to install some rather interesting hardware into your body. More than a few items, actually, your stepfather really went all out on your package. We can discuss the details of exactly what we’re installing at a later time. So, let’s see what we have to work with, and then we can get started, shall we?"
Raising the scissors, he started at one ankle and began cutting her loose sweat pants up the outside of her leg, all the way to the waist band. As she realized what he was doing, she began screaming once more.
"NOOO, STOP, DON'T!" she cried.
Shearing through the other pant leg, once he reached the waistband again, he lifted and pulled her shredded sweats away. Next he started on her shirt, cutting it up the middle, and then doing each arm inward to her neck. The shirt joined the pants in the trash bin next to the operating table. She wasn't wearing a bra, which left only two more quick snips to remove her cute little panties.
Steve began examining her entire body, running hands firmly along every inch, looking for any flaws they might have to fix later. Fondling each breast firmly, he verified that they were supple and smooth, with no lumps or blemishes. Taking a critical look at her spread vigina, he ran fingers through her lips for a minute, the grunted. “You loose the bet, Bill,” he commented.
"Very
disappointing young lady!" he scolded Stephanie. "Your
stepfather had expected that you were still a virgin. Oh well, it’s
nothing that we can't fix.
"You got it. Are we ready to go now?" he replied.
"Just about. Go ahead and up the drip while I lay out my tools."
Turning back to Stephanie, he said, "We'll talk more when you wake up."
Steve decided to begin the procedure with the trickiest part. Threading a hair fine needle with a nearly invisible wire, he began installing the clitoral stimulator lead. Patiently isolating her tiny clit between thumb and forefinger, he exactingly inserted the needle down the perfect center of the shaft. Cutting a small hole inside her belly button, he inserted a special to and manipulated the grip to pull the needle into her abdomen. With another tool, he stripped a half inch of insulation from the end of the wire, exposing bare copper. He then carefully pulled the wire through into her abdomen to take up the slack. Pausing, he pulled the last inch very carefully, making sure the exposed copper ended just at the extreme tip, occupying her entire clitoral shaft.
To make sure the sharp wire stayed put, so it could not be driven in to an unsuspecting penis during sex, for example, a knot was stitched with the wire, where it entered her abdomen. Working carefully, four more stimulus wires were then inserted through and into each vaginal lip, evenly spaced along the entire length. Next, a dozen heavier control leads were installed in three rings around her vaginal cannel, capable of driving her muscles to contract tightly. Hours of painfully precise work, requiring intense concentration, but these doctors were true artists, and took pride in a job well done.
Exhausted, the doctors finally wrapped it up for the day, closing her belly button and leaving the wires spooled neatly inside her abdominal cavity for now. Eight straight hours is a long time for delicate micro surgery, but the hardest phase was done
Waking slowly, Stephanie was very weak from the drugs still in her system. Awareness returned, and with it pain. Her pussy was on fire, like someone had invaded it with a wire brush. This wasn’t to far from the truth, actually. Moaning softly, she lay still and thought evil thoughts about Jack. No way is he getting away with THIS, she thought. She lay in bed all day and a night to give her time to recover, and then the next morning was carted back to the table to be operated on again.
More wires were installed, both the heavy muscle control and fine stimulus leads, three in the tongue, a dozen in the jaw muscles, each finger and toe, and dozens in each limb. It took eight days to install all the hundreds of wire runs and support hardware, with half that spent in recovery. Additional sensors and control runs were installed that could detect muscle position and stress, electrical impulses generated by her nervous system, even a cellular modem for remote access and diagnostics. The eighth day was a twelve hour marathon to install the six fuel cell membranes that would leach sugar from her flowing blood and turn it into electricity. One more day of rest followed, before they installed the internal computer controller, and connected all the control leads.
Almost anticlimactic, the last operation was an easy four hour affair. The hundreds of fine wires were carefully drawn out through her opened belly button. Technicians carefully probed each one with a signal generator and probe, to identify it’s location within her body, and then connected it to a cigar shaped computer module. Once all the wires were connected and tested, the computer was initialized and diagnostic programs ran checks on every stimulator, muscle controller, and feedback sensor connection. Then the unit was pushed carefully through her belly button, situated among her intestines and secured in place. She was then carefully sealed up, belly button stitched closed. As promised, ten days for hardware install, and testing.
She was given four full days to recover and adjust. She was left locked in her small cell, naked and cold, with nothing in the room but a bare cot and a large pot in one corner to serve as a toilet. She could move around a little, but was very sore. Stephanie spent the next four days completely alone, knowing that some kind of unspeakable medical procedure had been done to her, trying unsuccessfully not to think about it. She wept. She cried. She pleaded, and fought, and banged her head. Nothing helped.
Part 3: Basic Training
On the morning of the fifth day, the lights in her cell turned up brightly of a sudden, and a cheerful voice announced, "Good morning! It's time to begin your training. Listen carefully and obey each of my commands. For your information, I am not a live person, I am a computer program. I will be monitoring your response to each of my commands. Disobedience or inaction will be punished. Repeated disobedience will be severely punished. I will be your trainer for the next several days, until you learn the basics."
Still shaking sleep out of her eyes, Stephanie was only half listening, wishing she could go back to sleep.
"First, I’ll give you a light demonstration of your new hardware. You've had installed a large number of controls and sensors that will allow us to eventually take complete control of your body. I will briefly touch each stimulation point lightly, to demonstrate the possibilities to you. Should you disobey any command given to you, I can use much more forceful stimulus on any or all of these points as punishment. Are you ready?"
Stephanie was sitting silently, eyes closing, when she felt a sharp stab of pain, like being poked with a pin, strike her clit. Screaming, she jumped out of bed, wide awake at last.
"You’re first lesson. You will respond 'Yes Master' or 'No Master' when asked a question. Also, from now on, you will speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"
Again she hesitated, glaring at the walls of the empty room. This time the jolt was twice as hard.
"OOOOWWWW" she screamed, rubbing her pussy.
"Incorrect response." She was jolted once again, even harder than the first two times.
"Do you understand?"
Dancing around on tip toes, she cried out, "MMMPPP!! y.. yes"
ZAP ZAP ZAAPP! "OH GOD STOP!"
"Incorrect response, please answer 'Yes Master' or 'No Master'"
"Yes master" she said quickly.
"Very good. Are you ready for me to continue the demonstration?"
"Yes master."
"Very good. Pay attention now. Move to the center of the room and stand up straight. "
Uncertain, she did as instructed.
"Very good. Now spread your legs apart two feet."
Self consciously, she complied.
"Each of the following is a stimulation point that I can control within your body. There is almost no limit to the amount of pain that can be applied to each of these locations. For now, I will apply only a light demonstration tap to demonstrate function."
A mild jolt stabbed her clitoris, and then a row of pin pricks traced a line down one vaginal lip, and then moved back up the other to end at her clit again.
“Ooo OOOww!” she screamed, and began dancing, digging at her pussy with her fingers. Sudden raging pain engulfed her crotch and legs, and she collapsed in agony.
"Return to position, stand still, and remain quiet."
Stammering out a 'Yes master,' she fought her way back to her feet, tears gushing from both eyes.
The demonstration continued for about two more hours, until she was ready to collapse from exhaustion. She’d had to clench her mouth shut and hold her whole body rigid for the entire time to keep from flying into frenzy, earning more punishment. Finally, the computerized trainer announced a break and ordered her to eat breakfast.
Twenty minutes later her training began in earnest.
For the next six hours the voice called out a slow, continuous string of commands. Sending a small signal to one or more points, she would be ordered to move an arm or leg just so, turn, bend at the waist, knee, or neck, etc. Stephanie got off to a bad start, missing command after command, or responding to slowly. Crying out at painful punishments, she would earn another for not remaining quiet. She finally began to get the hang of it after about a painful hour of trial and error. New commands were given verbally first, with a pattern of stimulation to be memorized. After a couple repetitions, she was supposed to be able to recognize the command indicated by the patterns of mild pain being generated at various points within her body. If she forgot the correct response, she was instructed to stand still through three repetitions of the order, receiving a punishment for each failure to respond. Performing an incorrect action did not count as one of these repetitions. Then the computer would recognize that she’d forgotten a command, and give it again verbally, after a severe punishment for not paying attention.
Five hours later, exhaustion had begun to take its toll, but she was making real progress. The trainer was able to walk her around the room at various speeds, steering her around corners and positioning her body in various poses. Then she began falling behind and making mistakes, unable to move her exhausted arms and legs quickly enough, earning ever increasing punishments. Programmed to look for this as part of the calibration process, the trainer pushed harder, faster, doling out more severe punishments. At seven and a half hours she collapsed to the floor, unmoving. After five minutes of severe punishment could not make her rise, the lights dimmed and she was left in peace. Sprawled unconscious on the floor, she did not stir until awakened eight hours later.
Lights flashing bright, the voice blasted into the room, "On your feet!"
Stephanie cringed, startled awake, then scrambled upward at the warning jolt stabbed lightly at her nipples.
Without preamble, the program began training once again. "Today we’re going to see if you remember yesterday’s training." The computer then began issuing silent commands, stimulating different points in patterns that she had learned the day before.
Not yet fully awake, she began obeying the silent orders. Moving arms out over hear head and then back, was replaced by spreading her legs wide, then back. The she was silently directed to both actions at once. Soon she was rapidly performing jumping jacks to keep up with the pace of the signals being sent. A few minutes in to this routine, something snapped, and she made a dash for the door, screaming “Let me out of here!” Pounding on the door, flailing her arms, she screamed and cried out in frustration.
Sudden stabbing pain assaulted her body. A five in diameter circle on her belly that felt like someone was poking her repeatedly with a pin began to roam slowly over her chest, across one boob, over her shoulder, snaking it’s way down her back. Screaming, she began pawing at her skin, tracing the roaming area of pain. Working it’s way down her back, it traveled over her butt crack, traversing her vagina on its’ way up her chest once more. Collapsing in agony, she huddled on the floor, writhing and begging, “Stop! Please Stop!” over and over again.
"Move to the center of the room and stand still."
Head hung low in defeat; she climbed slowly to her feet and complied. Resuming where it had left off, the trainer began once more issuing commands. Running, jumping, sitting, standing, she did exercises for hours, until she was drenched in sweat. The day seemed like it would never end, and she was exhausted when the voice finally announced that it was time for bed. The lights went low and she stumbled over to her bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
Over the next four days, working 18 hours a day, she was trained to respond to hundreds of commands. Practice, and punishment, failure and success, she was trained to know signal after signal, and respond immediately. Any hesitation or wrong response was punished with increasingly painful corrections. Her one last deliberately disobedient tantrum was rewarded with a full night of screaming punishment, covering her entire body with traveling agony.
Part 4: Advanced Training
On the sixth morning when she was awakened for her routine, the door to her cell was standing open. As usual she was immediately instructed to begin her stretches prior to her hour long exercise ordeal. Obeying, all through the vigorous workout she kept glancing at the open cell door, wondering with foreboding what the day held in store. Today, after her workout, instead of walking her through new commands, or practicing old one, she was signaled to walk forward, out into the hallway. She obeyed the instructions, which took her down the hall and through the complex for a long, hard run.
Self conscious at her nudity for the first time in weeks, she cringed inside each time she passed people in the hallway. Soon she found herself jogging down corridors, through rooms, even up and down stairs. People, mostly men, were everywhere, and most held out hands to touch her naked form as she passed. Obediently, she continued to race past, trying to ignore the hands fondling her naked, vulnerable body.
Drenched in sweat after running for more than an hour, she was led at last into a men’s bathroom to do her business on a stall-less toilet. She was then directed into an open shower, allowed to get truly cleaned up for the first time in over almost two weeks. Afterward she was marched to another room for her first session with a human trainer.
She was directed to a large open room, filled with various items that she tried not to look closely at. Moving to the center of the room, she waited as instructed. A man walked in to the room from behind her, carrying what looked like a large TV remote control. As she watched, the man began pushing buttons and she felt sharp, silent commands being issued. Come Here. Neel. Mouth Open. Sit Still. She obeyed immediately, chills running down her spine as the function of the remote control registered in her mind.
Without saying a word, the man had positioned her for a blow job. Dropping his drawers, he whipped out a respectable cock and pressed another button. Two jolts hit the tip of Stephanie's tongue.
Panicked, she did not know that signal. She stared in fright at the man. "Suck my cock," he said, pressing the button again. Revolted, she reluctantly started taking his cock into her mouth, obviously trying to avoid touching it. Touching a mild pain button, the man said, "Use your tongue. In and out, all the way down into your throat. This," he tapped a button, sending a new tongue signal, "means faster. This," another button, "means slower." One more button send four jolt down her tongue, from tip to tonsils. "This means deeper, and if I repeat it, it means slide my cock down your throat and begin swallowing motions repeatedly until I say stop."
Playing maestro on the remote, he began directing her first blow job. When he signaled Swallow she thought for sure that she would puke, but managed to get it in. The man grabbed her head and pulled, ramming deeper.
Mouth wide open, she tasted his hairy ball-sack filling her mouth as she began long swallowing motion down her throat. Uncomfortably, she continued for several minutes, and then felt thick liquid filling her throat. Gagging, she tried to pull out, but he held her head down and rammed his cock deeper. Choking, she swallowed desperately, which served to milk more cum, heightening his orgasm, extending his ejaculation. She swallowed and swallowed, until he finally ran dry.
"Oh God!" moaned the man. "THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
Face, mouth, and throat covered in cum, Stephanie hung her head low in shame once the man finally pulled out of her mouth. A dark wave of humiliation and despair washed over her as the man dressed and moved across the room. Then it was time to continue.
"Lets get started, shall we? Open that chest against the wall."
Obeying, she found that it was full of clothes. She felt a tingle spiral around both legs from ankle to crotch.
"That means to get dressed."
Startled, then eager, she dove into the chest and began pulling out clothes. Panties. Bra. Socks. Blouse. Mini-skirt. Dressed for the first time in weeks, it actually felt strange to be covered. The man pressed Come Here, and she jumped up and ran over to stand in front him of him automatically. He pressed another button and the spiral tingle ran down her legs from crotch to ankle.
Familiarity with many other commands prompted her to begin undressing before the man had to explain that signal. For two hours the man made her practice dress, and undress, until she could do both quickly. Then, after one last Dress, he hit a new button. Spiral tingles pulsed down then up both legs several times, quickly.
Expecting to undress, Stephanie froze at the new signal. "That means Strip Tease. Dance for me, while you slowly remove your clothes, piece by piece."
Uncertainly, Stephanie tried to comply, adjusting her actions as the man made comments. The rest of the session was spent practicing Strip Tease, until she could give the man a solid woody by the time she was naked.
Just before the six hour session was over, he commanded another blow job. She still wasn't very good at it, and the man had to grab her by the hair and fuck her throat to finish, but he sent her to her next assignment with a mouth full of cum.
The rest of the day consisted of two more training sessions. First came "Etiquette" and she spent six hours learning how to be a proper lady. The final session was "Pain Tolerance" which mostly consisted of standing still while being whipped or spanked, or being punished quite painfully for NOT standing still. She found that it was far more degrading responding to a person pressing buttons on a remote, than it was obeying a computer voice, alone in her cell. It was much worse again when they made her perform for an audience.
Six men greeted her the next morning when she arrived at her first session. They started by passing the remote around every few minutes, each man toying with her. She was punished twice while practicing Strip Tease, to make her put more heart in it. She was then forced to work her way through all six men three times, giving blow jobs. This time she had to do all the work, and she couldn't finish each man until a good wad of cum went down her throat. Anything that hit the floor had to be licked up. When she finally finished one man said, "That was your breakfast bitch, hope you enjoyed it"
The rest of the session was a nightmare. The six men passed around the remote, sending command after confusing command. She struggled to keep up, but was frequently punished for missing something, or responding to slow. At the end of the session it was lunch time. The six men each demanded a blow job before sending her on to the next session. Swallowing a heaping wad of cum from each man, she was again informed that this was her meal.
More training in the afternoon, more pain, more humiliation later, it was finally dinner time. The man with the remote flipped a switch and the computer trainer took over. She was led through an extra intense exercise routine, then a flat out run for several miles around and around the complex. Finally she was led in to an open locker room to take a shower. Completely exhausted, she hardly noticed the men fondling her. Once cleaned up, the computer drove her to the cafeteria instead of her cell. She was made to give head to all comers for the rest of the night. Stephanie was starving. She'd been working hard all day, and had had nothing to eat except a large amount of come. She was finally allowed a real meal. Informed that she had been a "good girl" today, she wall given free access to the buffet. After a good hearty meal she was once more steered into her cell for the night.
The next day started what would be her routine for the next six weeks. Awakened at dawn, she was run through a vigorous bit of exercise, and then driven by preprogrammed commands to a room with 7 or 8 waiting men. Blow jobs for breakfast continued until all the men were satisfied.
After breakfast she was led to a training room. Tools of pain and bondage lined the walls, and she was led into the center of the room.
"Legs apart. Bend down and grab your ankles." A new signal pattern tingled her butt cheeks. "That is the command to assume this position. Remain there until told otherwise."
Striding to a table, the man picked up a pencil thick rubber rod about two feet long. Stephanie felt the man step up behind her, then spread her ass cheeks. Without warning, pain bloomed as the man rapidly rammed a foot of the rod into her ass.
"AAAH... AAAAAAH... OOOOWW!" she cried, legs spasming. Somehow she managed to maintain her stance.
Grabbing the protruding rod with both hands, her yanked it out hard, waited a few seconds, then drove it home again.
"OH GOD! PLEASE STOP!" Stephanie screamed.
Again, and again, and again, the man sodomized her ass, while she begged for mercy. Then he switched to a new tool. Using a riding crop he began whipping her body. Legs, arms, back butt, he finally reached her crotch and began smacking her pussy thoroughly. She collapsed and huddled in a ball at this assault, screaming.
Stepping back, the man pressed the maximum punishment button, which until now Stephanie had never experienced. Inside her body, hundreds of pain controls lit up, sending fire racing up every nerve in her body. In addition, hundreds more muscle controls activated, locking parts of her body rigid and setting off painful muscle spasms everywhere. She wanted to scream. She wanted to die. Clenched muscles and pain barely allowed her to breathe.
"H... Hhh... Hhh.." she rasped.
The pain command was currently programmed for one minute. He waited for it to end, then three more minutes to let her recover, before pressing the command to resume her stance.
Fortunately for her, Stephanie responded immediately, struggling to get up. Because she was obviously trying, the man didn't punish her again when it took over five minutes to get her legs in control enough to stand.
Returning to the work bench, the man grabbed another dildo. This one was thicker, and had cruel ridges and bumps projecting along the shaft. Placing it firmly against her pussy this time, he began forcing about fourteen inches of shaft in and out steadily.
Screaming, Stephanie locked her legs, gripped her ankles, and clenched her eyes tight, trying to endure the pain.
Touching a button on the remote, the man forced the girls' vaginal muscles to contract, gripping the dildo firmly. Then, using two hands, he continued his rape for half an hour.
With the computer forcing her pussy muscles to clench, it felt like she was having a painful muscle spam inside her the whole time. Cumined with the continued penetration, it felt like she was being ripped open.
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
she cried. She quivered, but did not resist, fearing even worse
punishment.
Six hours of penetration sex training was followed by six more of oral. This session included men and women both. She was forced to learn how to please both sexes, using only her tongue, lips, and in some cases, throat.
Her
third session for the day was all about personal care and maintenance. She was
taught makeup, hair styling, proper dress for various occasions, and most
especially body care. She practiced self waxing for hair removal until she'd
stripped her entire body twice over.
Session
followed session, day followed day, she was trained in every aspect of being
the slave she was to become: Proper decorum and manners, swift obedience to
commands, acceptance of pain. She learned when to obey instructions literally,
where even breathing without orders was punished, and when she should follow
the spirit of the command and simply be on her best behavior.
51 days into her training, the staff was nearly ready to conclude her training and send her home. A few steps remained to be completed, however. A final bit of surgery was performed to repair her hymen, and severely tighten both vaginal and anal tracks. Then only one stage remained in her training.
Thoroughly dominated by her training at this point, Stephanie complied listlessly as she was led, step by step, down the corridor. Not even caring where they wanted her to go anymore, she had her head hung low and her eyes shut, and simply obeyed each command to step, turn, open doors, etc.
Near her destination a door opened in front of her, and she looked up at last. Piercing screams could be heard from somewhere down the hall. Moving forward again, she walked down and to the right, into a moderately large room. A dozen cages lined the walls, and six had women in them. One, a slender beauty about 23 years old, was the source of the screams. Writhing and thrashing inside her cage, Stephanie could not see what was causing her distress.
"Don't mind Melinda, my dear" a man said from behind her. "She's only been here a day. She'll quiet down in a few more days, when her voice goes." He chuckled and laid an arm around her shoulder to steer her to another cage.
Looking more carefully, Stephanie suddenly that ALL of these women were in agony. Writhing, quivering, mouthing silent screams. Suddenly terrified, Stephanie focused sharply on the man and listened as he explained.
"You see, you are nearly ready to be sent home, to begin your new life. But before we let you go, you need to understand that you can never again be free. Any attempt to escape, to tell someone what we've done to you, even simple disobedience to your owner, will land you here for punishment, probably for the rest of your life. You need to be given a taste of what can happen to you if you ever fail to completely satisfy your owner."
"Let me introduce you around. This is Carrie," he indicated a skinny red head, about 27 years old. "Her husband purchased her training about 5 years ago, but she tried going straight to the police the first time he left her home alone. We disabled her before she could leave the house of course, and she's been here ever since."
Moving on she was directed to two blonds, who must have been twins. "We don't usually pick up runaways, but Mary and Sarah here were special. We got them for free off the street, and made quite a nice profit off their sale. Unfortunately, their owner was rather a harsh task master. He kept sending them back for punishment. What was it again? Oh yes, they wouldn't stand still properly while he used their pussy for an ash tray. We had to collect and train another pair to replace these two, rather a bother."
"Anyway, this next woman is Rachael. I do believe she'll 35 in a few weeks. She's been here since she was about your age, our very first failure. Also our best object lesson too," he smiled.
Rachel was just a quivering heap on the floor. Drool, feces, and urine covered the cage floor.
"Now these last two are fellow trainee's, like yourself. You see, we've found that simple demonstrations and warning aren't enough. Until you lived it, had the pain burned into your subconscious, you just don't know what's at stake. You've already met Melinda there, who just started yesterday, and this dark haired beauty here is Angela. She's been here 6 days now, and we should be letting her out tomorrow."
Angela was almost as active as Melinda, dancing, squirming, obviously trying to scream, but her voice was lost.
With a gentle push from behind, Stephanie was driven into a cage, next to Melinda.
"You need to understand, this is not a punishment. You've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've been a very good girl, or you wouldn't be here. This is training, to teach you what can happen at the slightest disobedience, once you return home. You need to know that no matter what your owner demands, no matter how painful it seems, it's nothing compared with what we'll do to you if you're brought for discipline. Your owner has paid for complete control, and if he wants you the sit on hot coals, stab yourself with a knife, or jump off the roof, you'd better obey! Now then, lets begin."
Latching shut the door, the man pulled out her remote and hit a button. Randomly, throughout her body, muscles began to clench painfully, then relax. Twitching and dancing in pain, she tried not to cry. Then the man pressed another button and sharp pain exploded briefly at her crotch, then faded slowly. A few seconds apart, pain blossomed in one tit, then down her leg, and so on, randomly. The constant muscle spasms went on, beginning to leave the burning pain of exhaustion. Screaming, Stephanie fell to her knees and begged, "PLEASE STOP, PLEASE STOP, I'LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE STOOOPP!"
Turning out the lights, the man left them all in the dark. Screaming, pain continued to build. Her muscles were screaming agony after only an hour, and the painful electrical jolts kept getting harder and faster.
By morning, Melinda had lost most of her voice, but Stephanie was emitting one long, piercing shriek. The next day, Angela was led away at last. Melinda and Stephanie endured, day after day. Food was brought in a dog dish. Stephanie, starving, ate raggedly, fighting wrenching muscle spasms to swallow the bland mush. After 7 days of pure hell, Stephanie was finally let out, taken away to get ready for delivery. Melanie had been removed the day before, and Stephanie's last day was spent wondering about her fate.
Stephanie
was returned to her original cell for three days of rest. Even then she
was weak on her feet when she was marched up to the shower to get cleaned
up. It was decided to hold her an extra three days, for recovery.
Morning stretches were followed by strenuous exercise for most of each day,
ending in a few hours of entertaining the male staff before bed.
Finally, she was judged to be in good physical shape, and, demonstrating her eagerness to please, she was dressed, and marched upstairs, into a plain white van. Blind fold on her head, the van drove off.
Some three hours later the blind fold was removed, and she was let out at her home. Jack stood waiting, smiling hungrily at her.
"Here
you go sir," one of the men said, handing Jack the remote control.
"We hope you enjoy your purchase." Climbing back in, the van
drove off.
Part 5: Welcome Home
"Lets' go inside. Your mother's visiting your aunt today. She'll be home for diner."
Silently, Stephanie followed Jack in, then down to the basement.
Jack spent a few minutes studying the commands on the remote, and then pressed Undress.
Sighing inside, knowing worse was coming, Stephanie quickly removed her clothes.
Practicing, Jack toyed with the commands, marching her around the room. Obeying blindly, she tripped and stumbled, ran into walls, and banged her head on furniture as Jack got the hang of the remote.
Selecting Dress to put her clothes back on, he then enjoyed a long, slow, Strip Tease. Almost bursting a seam in hard erection as she bent over slowly to remove her panties, he pressed On The Bed.
Looking around, she saw a new bed in the spare room. Walking over, she lay down and spread her legs. Eyes clenched, she felt Jack climb on top.
Before setting down the remote, he pressed Quiet. From a drawer he removed a tube of KY and smeared a gob on her pussy, rubbing it all over, then coated his penis, tip to stern. Lining up carefully, he pressed his penis against her vagina and worked his head past her lips, then plunged in to the hilt. Hours of practice had taught her to accept the nauseating pain of forced penetration, but nothing could prepare her for the pain of having her newly revirginated and surgically tightened pussy ripped suddenly open.
"OOOOOWWW!!!" she screamed, thrashing. Her computer, registering her scream after being ordered to be quiet, administered a sharp correction, jabbing hard at her clit several times.
"MMMPH!", she responded, and received an even more vicious jab at clit, and both tits.
What Stephanie felt as a crushingly painful electric jolt applied from inside her clitoris, Jack felt as an erotically pleasant tingle against his balls. Enjoying the feel, he continued plowing her pussy, quickly blowing his wad, too pent up from anticipation to last long.
Pulling out, Jack stuck his penis in Stephanie's mouth and made her suck it clean. Grabbing the remote, he pressed Shower, and watched her shuffle into the bathroom and turn on the water. Then, thinking "What the hell..." he decided to join her. Stepping in to the shower behind her, he took the soap from her hand and began exploring her rock hard naked body.
Aroused once more, he couldn't help himself. Grabbing a tit with each hand, he crushed her tender flesh and drove her ass down onto his erect cock. Still under command to remain silent, she stifled a groan and relaxed into it as Jack plowed into her from behind. If anything, it hurt even worse having her ass ripped open from behind. Eventually, clean and satiated for now, Jack canceled her Silence order and sent her to her room to get dressed.
15 minutes later she was summoned by a Come Here order. Racing downstairs, Stephanie looked for her step father. Finding him in the living room, she hurried to stand in front of him, hiding her loathing.
"Good girl. Now, your mother thinks you've been away learning to be a proper girl, obedient and respectful of your parents. From now on you are going to be a perfect angel, the girl all the other mothers hold up as an example. To help you with this, I've programmed a few new signals."
Hefting the remote, he demonstrated, pressing buttons and explaining what the new signals meant. "This one is ‘Do the Dishes’, here's ‘Make Your Bed’, ‘Clean Your Room’, ‘Vacuum The House’,’ Clean The Bathroom’..." he continued demonstrating commands for a while, making her repeat the commands until she had them down. At last he was confident that she knew her new tasks.
"I'm going to put you on automatic now, so be a good girl. I don't want to come back and find you comatose from being punished." Jack flipped a switch on the remote, and then took it upstairs to lock it away.
During her training, Jack had had plenty of time to work with the programmers and develop an awesome suite of automatic behaviors. Programs in firmware came alive and began monitoring and directing Stephanie.
Shocked by the implication that she would be a computer controlled slave even when she was alone, she was startled to feel Clean Your Room a few minutes after Jack had left the house. Experimentally, she ignored the command, hoping that with no one watching, she could be free. One minute later, waves of pain assaulted her crotch and tits, and then repeated, Clean Your Room.
Sobbing, she ran upstairs to begin. Hours later, she had vacuumed, cleaned bathroom and kitchen, done the laundry, and hand washed a weeks worth of dishes. She was just finishing cooking diner and was about to set the table when her mother came home. Warned by several quick commands, she had dried her eyes and turned to give her mom a big hug. With a happy sounding "Mommy!" she ran across the room to her.
"Wow, diner on the table? And did you clean the house?"
Shyly, she replied "Yes mama. I'm sorry I haven't been a good daughter, lately."
Just then Jack returned. "Smells good, honey. Lets eat; your mother has to get to work soon."
A pleasant diner, small talk, hugs and kisses later, Deirdre said good night to Stephanie and left for work. Jack took a walk through the house, inspecting every room, and closing all the blinds. As soon as everyone stood up, Stephanie was signaled Clean The Dishes. Her mother was surprised, but did not comment as began clearing the table a washing the plates.
By the time she finished dishes, her mother had gone to work, and Jack returned, remote in hand. "The house looks pretty good, I'll give you a 9," he said, tapping on the remote. "Diner was awful, however. It deserves a 5, but I'll be kind today, and give it a 7." He punched it in on the remote. "Anything less than a perfect 10 on both will be punished, of course. Hmm, 7 and 9 comes to 2 hours, according to this. You've got 1 minute to get on the bed downstairs."
Unable to understand, she stood frozen until she felt the signal that meant On the Bed jolt up her back. Running, she raced downstairs, and just made it. Sudden spasms gripped her body, and pain began tracing circles around her body. She was back in the cage, reliving her worst nightmares of pain training. Two hours later it stopped, followed by Undress. Shower.
After she was clean she received Dress. Find Master. Walking swiftly, she moved through the house, finding Jack on the toilet. She tried to close the door, but he called out, "No, come in."
Waved over, she kneeled down in front of where he sat on the toilet. Knee's spread, he hefted his penis and said, "Open your mouth." Gripping the back of her head, she did not resist as he pulled her mouth over his penis.
"Swallow," he said, as he began to pee in her mouth. Weeks of discipline kept her from gagging as she swallowed hot urine. When he was done he stood up and turned around. "Now like my ass clean."
Revolted,
she had no choice but to comply. His shit wasn't much worse than eating cum
for four hours straight. Pulling up his pants and grabbing the remote, he
began showing her what her new life would be like. Like a kid with a new toy, Jack picked up the
remote and began toying with it, sending conflicting commands, and making
Stephanie quickly shift from one action to another. The computer automatically tracked her
performance, and swiftly her for any slow responses or mistakes that she made. After an couple of hours, Jack sent her into
her own bedroom, and directed her to strip and get onto the bed.
Laying
face up, with her legs spread, Stephanie cried silently inside as Jack climbed
once more on top of her. Naked himself,
Jack drove his erect penis gently into her vagina as far as it would go, then
pressed a new button on the remote.
Stephanie’s pussy began to squeeze and release his cock in waves
traveling in and out, as the computer activated the rings of muscle controls
embedded in her vagina walls. Gasping at
the unexpected movement inside herself, Stephanie closed her eyes in
humiliation as her body unwillingly fucked her hated step father. Jack leaned forward, grabbed the back of her
head, and lowered his lips to hers.
Pressing tightly to her face, he began a long, passionate kiss, sliding
his tongue into her mouth. Weeks of
training forced Stephanie to respond automatically, returning the kiss, tongue
and all, before she could even think about resistance. Jack’s arms groped her body, his mouth
pressed tight to her face, and her vagina continued to stroke his penis for
half an hour or so, and she was beginning to get very sore inside. The muscles of her vagina had never been
exercised before, and were by now burning with exhaustion. She moaned and squirmed, and Jack finally
began working his penis inside her, driving hard for his own pleasure. Just before he let go his wad at last, he
pulled out and rammed his dick down her throat, emptying a large load of cum
into her mouth.
Satisfied for the moment, Jack got off the bed, dressed, and pressed Release on the remote. Automatically checking the time, her computer found it was WAY past her bed time, and sent Stephanie a command to get ready for bed. Dressed in a short, silk night gown, with no panties, she fell asleep almost instantly.
At 5:00am her mother came home and went immediately to sleep. At 5:31 Stephanie was awakened by a severe jolt to all her sensitive locations, (she'd slept through the first two milder commands.) Awake, she was directed to silently creep down to the basement. Once downstairs, two floors below her sleeping parents, she had to exercise. Exhausted, on only a few hours of sleep, her new routine began. Three hours of forced exercise, with heavy punishment for any lack of effort. Shower. Jack came down and added a new twist before he went to eat breakfast. Walking in to the shower he handed her a toothbrush. Tap, tap on the remote sent a strange tingle from her clit, traveling deep inside.
"That means to insert this all the way into your pussy." He waited, watching as she reluctantly started to insert the toothbrush. "Ah ah... Bristles first. Nice try."
Reversing her grip, she drove the brush inside. A reverse to the first signal came, and she pulled it out. Tap tap tap, whet the remote. "There, I've added that to your morning cleanup. Don't forget to turn the bristles a bit on each stroke, or the computer will add punishment. Got to keep that snatch clean now," he said cheerfully. Jack left the bathroom just as the program began. An hour later, Stephanie had a very clean, very sore pussy. After an hour of scrubbing her pussy with a toothbrush, she then had to brush her teeth with it. Ordered to get dressed at last, she began cleaning the basement. Trying to be extra thorough today to avoid punishment, she also ran laundry and scrubbed every inch of the bathroom. Jack had left a note to use her toothbrush when cleaning the toilet.
By the time she finished cleaning the main floor, her mother was up, eating breakfast. "What're you doing dear?" she asked.
"Nothing mom, just cleaning the house. Leave everything to me, I'll take care of it now." Choking back tears, she moved on to the upstairs as her mother happily left to visit her friends. Mom hated cleaning, and usually waited until Jack's bitching drove her to it.
Day
after day, night after night, Stephanie learned her new role. Terrified of being sent back to the clinic,
she had to play the happy, dutiful daughter whenever her mother was around. She wanted so badly to tell her mom what had
been done to her, what Jack made her do whenever she was not home, but memories
of the cage, filled with burning pain that did not stop, kept her silent. Jack used her mercilessly, usually not even
speaking to her, just tapping commands on the remote. And so it went for the next month, until the
end of the summer break. Cleaning by day, violation by night, exhaustion
always, she was rarely allowed more than a few hours sleep. Each night
Jack gave her a rating for obedience, and performance. She could never quite reach a perfect 10 in
either, and usually spend an hour or two in agony as punishment each night.
Jack
added voice recognition and programmed his own and her mothers voices.
The slightest suggestion from either was enforced as a stern command by her
computer. She became a virtual slave for her mother. Playing fashion model for her mother, she
helped her dress, get done up, even bathe, Stephanie became the perfect girly
girl that Deidre had always wanted.
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