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 ï>¿A Girl Reborn

   He was in a department store when he became aware of the girl.  She was
in the company of one of the store employees as the two of them walked
toward the back of the store; he figured she'd been caught shoplifting when
he heard the store employee tell the girl about the security cameras  -"
which he'd spotted as soon as he entered  -" in the ceiling.  The girl was
perhaps five and a half feet tall, attractive face, auburn hair, and a pair
of beautiful green eyes.  She was dressed in the current Pop-Rock Star
look; he could see that she was slender, but not thin, and slightly more
buxom that most girls her age  -" but not dramatically so.  After she and
the store employee went by, he took a casual look at her and saw that she
had a small, obviously firm ass.  The skirt she was wearing showed off her
trim, muscular legs and her slender waist.  He hung around the door to the
store offices, and wasn't surprised to see a police officer show up several
minutes later; when the cop reappeared, the girl was with him, hands cuffed
behind her back.  The store employee followed them, and he decided to take
a chance and see if he could find out anything about her.  It was only a
few moments before he was in the office, where he found the complaint form
with the girls name and address on top of a desk.  He quickly copied the
information, and left before another employee came in.  Once he got home,
it didn't take him long to tap into the various resources he still had
available; the training he'd received prior to his "retirement" made it
easy for him to access the various online records he needed.  Looking over
hard copies of the various data files he'd retrieved, he thought again
about what he wanted, and why  -" and concluded that this girl would be as
close to perfect as he could ask for.  With the decision made, he began
making plans.

   Walking home from her friend's house, Becky Stromfeld thought again
about how badly her life sucked.  Living with her abusive alcoholic father
was bad enough; she'd learned how to distract him away from beating her as
much as he used to, and she didn't have much to do with him otherwise.  Her
mom had taken off for San Francisco long ago with one of her friends, after
deciding she was a lesbian.  Her older sister was living in the Projects
near downtown; she had 3 kids by 3 different fathers, and was living on
various government programs while hooking to support her drug habit.  At
16, she was old enough to get a driver's license, but her old man spent so
much of his money on booze that there wasn't anything left for her to get a
car  -" or much of anything else, for that matter.  That was why she'd
turned to shoplifting to see to her needs.  No, what really sucked about
her life was they lived so far out in the suburbs: with no bus service this
far out, she didn't have any choice but to walk the three miles home after
her friend's mother had left for her evening shift at a convenience store.
So here she was, a little buzzed from the weed she'd been smoking, walking
home and hoping she got there before her old man woke up to go to his
so-called job as a security guard.  His drinking had gotten him fired from
everything else; the only work he could get now was some crummy rent-a-cop
gig, working the shittiest hours in the worst places because no one else
would do it, and he needed the money too badly.  She was coming up on the
big curve when she saw a pickup truck sitting on dirt on the inside of the
curve.  A washed-out blue, with a faded white topper, it looked like it fit
right in with the rest of the neighborhood.  Looking closer, though, she
saw someone sitting in the cab  -" apparently looking at some big piece of
paper he was holding up.  When she got a little closer, she saw that it was
one of those big maps like they sold at gas stations; apparently, whoever
it was had gotten lost.  She was still a good fifty yards away when the
person  -" a guy, she saw  -" seemed to notice her.  Getting out of his
truck, he gave her an embarrassed grin and asked "'Scuse me, miss, but
could you help me figure out where the hell I am?" She veered that
direction to help, but thought to keep her distance, too  -" there wasn't
any telling who this guy was.  When he saw her heading his direction, he
turned around and set the map on the hood of the truck, and moved to the
side by the truck door.  Looking at him closer, she didn't figure he looked
all that healthy.  Deciding that with the map on the hood of the truck and
him standing next to the door, she had plenty of room to run if she had to,
she went ahead and walked up to the truck.  When she got closer, the man
said "I was trying to get to Lakewood, but I must've missed the turnoff;
and now I can't figure out where I am so I can get back." Looking at him,
she asked "You were coming in on Route 12?" He looked surprised and
answered "Yeah, how'd you know?" "Lots of folks miss the turn.  Most don't
get this far before asking for help, though." He gave her a lopsided grin
and admitted "Sometimes, I'm a touch more stubborn than is good for me."
She moved next to the truck and looked at the map spread out on the hood.
It took her a few seconds to get her bearings, then she pointed to a spot
and told him "You're right here." He moved to stand next to her  -" but not
too close  -" to see where she was pointing.  What she didn't see was his
arm coming up behind her, with something in his hand.

   With a final look to make sure no traffic was coming, he gave the girl a
shot with the stun gun.  It worked just as he knew it would, and she fell
to the ground as though boneless.  He quickly dragged her to the back of
the truck, where he opened the door to the topper and heaved her in.  A set
of plastic "riot cuffs" made sure she didn't go anyplace, and a piece of
duct tape would ensure her silence.  He returned to the front of the truck
to retrieve the map and toss it inside the cab of the truck before closing
the door and moving to the back of the truck again.  There, he quickly got
inside the topper, pushing the girl a little farther inside as he did. 
Reaching into a small box nearby, he pulled out an elastic headband with a
small cable dangling from it.  Carefully positioning it on her head, he
reached back into the box and pulled out a small electronic device.  He
plugged the cable from the headband into it, then turned the device on.  As
soon as he did, he saw the girls body relax  -" letting him know that the
electronic sleeping device was doing it's job.  He pressed another button,
and the test light let him know that the battery was at full charge; it was
new, so it should be good, but he was the kind of person that liked to
double-check things like that.  Only then did he remove the duct tape from
her mouth.  Next, he pulled a small bottle out of the box, and using the
eyedropper in the cap, let a couple drops of the contents drip between her
lips, which he held open.  The GHB he'd made from a recipe off the Internet
would make sure she forgot what had happened to her, and ensure she didn't
wake up for several hours.  Putting the bottle away, he reached over the
girl and dragged over a large travel trunk.  Opening it revealed a
bewildering array of different displays and controls.  He released the
latches holding it in place, revealing that there wasn't anything inside
the trunk: the panel was entirely self-contained and battery powered so
that manipulating the different switches and controls would make the
various meters and displays operate  -" impressive to look at, but
completely useless.  He quickly got the girl into the trunk, positioning
her so that he could put the panel back.  He checked to make sure the sleep
device was still working and the headband correctly positioned before
putting the panel back and securing it  -" leaving the trunk looking like
some high-tech, sophisticated piece of test equipment, and making obvious
the need for the small ventilation holes.  With the girl hidden, he was
finally able to relax somewhat.  After looking around to make sure he
wasn't leaving anything obvious or incriminating in sight, he got out and
went back to the cab of the truck.  From the time he'd first hit the girl
with the stun gun, it hadn't taken him three minutes until he was ready to
go.  Starting the truck, he carefully checked for any oncoming traffic
before pulling out onto the highway, heading for his next stop.  He was
less than halfway there when the State Police vehicle came up behind him.
He didn't slow down or speed up; he just kept driving as he had been, even
while the cop stayed behind him.  He figured the cop was checking to see if
his truck was stolen, then to see if there was anything obvious that he
could be pulled over for  -" a burned out light, for example.  With nothing
else to do, the State cop finally pulled around to pass him, giving him a
wave along the way.  He just waved back, and kept driving.  When he got to
the convenience store, he found a spot at the edge of the parking lot  -"
away from any prying eyes, but not obviously avoiding the light.  Inside,
he got himself a soda and a snack  -" then, as an apparent afterthought,
paid for a car wash, too.  Pulling up to the car wash building  -" out of
sight of the convenience store clerks, which was why he'd chosen that
particular store  -" he entered the code he'd been given, then pulled in
when the system said he should.  As the machinery washed away the
water-soluble tempra paint he'd so carefully applied, his truck changed
from the drab blue the girl had seen back to the red the factory had
applied.  Similarly, the topper changed from white to a red that matched
the body work.  The water also washed away the paint he'd used to modify
his license plates to match a vehicle it so closely resembled: the 8 became
a 3, and so on.  When the spray hit the windows, he quickly removed the
horn-framed glasses he'd bought in a thrift store  -" they only had window
glass for lenses  -" and the tinted contact lenses he was wearing.  Next to
go was the false mustache he'd had on, along with the medium-length wig
he'd been wearing.  The truck that drove out of the car wash bore only a
cursory resemblance to the one that had gone in; at that time of day, no
one else was in the area to notice.  Resuming his journey home  -" which
was in a different direction  -" he rolled down the window and began
jettisoning his disguise.  First, the contact lenses, a good couple of
miles apart.  The mustache got blown into an empty field, and the glasses
found their way down a storm drain.  The wig went into the dumpster at the
back of a restaurant in one of the towns he went through.  Last to go was
the stun gun  -" to the bottom of a fast-moving creek he drove over.  With
all of that taken care of, he briskly rubbed his fingertips together, thus
reducing the liquid latex he'd heavily painted them with - masking his
fingerprints - to a thousand and one tiny flecks.  The rest of the drive
home was as quiet and peaceful as anyone could ask for.

   He pulled into the garage of his home just as the moon was rising, and
waited until the garage door had closed behind him before getting out of
the truck.  Moving to the back, he opened the topper and carefully removed
the trunk with the girl inside.  Using a hand truck, he transferred it to
his basement, where he'd prepared a small "room" for her.  He extracted the
girl from the trunk, and carefully checked her vital signs to make sure she
hadn't suffered any ill effects from her confinement.  That done, he
proceeded to undress her  -" only mildly surprised to see that she had a
small tattoo on her shoulder.  Well, he knew how to take care of that. 
What did surprise him, though, was the discovery that she shaved her pubic
area  -" there wasn't a hair to be found.  He just smiled to himself; he'd
planned on doing some things to shake her up, anyway, and that just gave
him another idea.  Her breasts were a bit larger than most of her peers:
34-BB, according to the tag on her bra.  Their peaks were a dark pink,
perhaps as large as a silver dollar, and sporting nipples that were roughly
the diameter of a pencil.  He then finished his brief exam of her, finding
that she was still a virgin.  The medical records he'd accessed said that
she was, but he was still surprised to find her hymen intact at her age,
and with her history.  Carrying her inside the room he'd prepared, he set
her on the table he had ready before he connected her sleeping device to a
wall charger, making it unnecessary to worry about batteries.  Carefully,
he inserted a feeding tube down her throat and got her started on a regimen
of "zero residue" foods that would eliminate the need for her to evacuate
her bowels.  Next was a catheter to keep from having to deal with emptying
her bladder.  Over the next several weeks, he carefully and slowly went
about using a mild acid solution to remove the tattoo she'd sported.  When
that was done, a similar treatment to her armpits and legs would save her
the time and bother of shaving them.  Last was to alter the size and shape
of her pubic thatch.  With his training, he was always careful to avoid
doing anything that would scar her permanently.  When he was done, anyone
that didn't know better would think that she was just as she'd been born;
there wasn't the slightest indication of what he'd done.  With her ready to
start the next phase, gave her a couple drops of the GHB to keep her asleep
before he shaved her head and then re-shaved her mons; by the time he
finished, there wasn't a hair to be found on her  -" she was smooth as the
proverbial baby's ass everywhere.  He gently removed the feeding tube and
catheter, then carefully moved her to the floor of the room before removing
the table and other equipment.  He put something on her that would help her
learn during the next phase, then re-dressed her in the clothes she'd been
wearing.  He'd washed them with a scent-free detergent, and then run them
through the dryer; they were as odorless as he could make them.  She wasn't
to have anything that might give her any idea or clue about what had
happened to her.  A final check to make sure the only things left in the
room were supposed to be there, and he left, securing the door behind him.
Now all he had to do was wait.

   She wasn't quite sure when she woke up.  The place she was in was so
dark and so quiet, the only thing she could hear was her own breathing.  At
first, she was terrified that she'd gone blind, but when she moved her head
to in front of her eyes, she could just barely make it out in the gloom. 
Reaching out, she found that she was lying on something that had a soft
feel, but the texture of it escaped her.  The process of moving to do that,
however, made her realize there was something on her neck; investigating,
she discovered that it was some kind of small box on a nylon band.  Tracing
the band around to the back of her neck, she could feel where it was
somehow fastened, but her fingertips couldn't tell her how.  She tried
pulling it off, but the strap was far too strong, and she gave up after a
few tries.  It was several moments later that she realized that there
hadn't been anything in the way; reaching up, she discovered that she was
bald  -" not a hair, not even the faintest stubble.  She started crying,
and reached between her legs, finding that she was as smooth there as she
usually kept herself  -" then checked her armpits, and finally her legs,
discovering that whoever or whatever had shaved her head hadn't missed
anyplace else, either.  Even her eyebrows were gone!  She found sitting up
left her a bit light-headed; but it soon passed.  She couldn't understand
what was happening to her, and had what seemed like a million and one
questions filling her mind.  She tried calling out to see if someone  -"
anyone!   -" would answer her, but no one did.  Only then did she start to
become afraid  -" afraid of what might have happened to her, what was going
to happen, and most of all, why she was there...  wherever "there" was. 
The longer she sat there, the more worried and afraid she became; without
realizing it, she started crying.  It wasn't long before her crying
graduated to a full-blown case of gasping, blubbering, and deep, wracking
sobs as she came to realize that she was under someone else's total
control. Finally, all the crying and everything else wore her out, and she
eventually fell asleep.

   He was watching when she woke up, and saw as she discovered that she was
completely hairless  -" and the tears that followed.  The microphones
concealed in the room let him listen as she tried to get the attention of
someone she obviously wanted to question; he wasn't surprised that she'd
gone on trying to get a response for as long as she had, since her history
showed her to have a rather forceful and dominating personality.  But she'd
eventually given up, and the low light cameras hidden in the upper corners
of the room let him watch as she became more and more fearful, and began to
worry about what was happening to her  -" and more to the point, what WOULD
happen to her.  The near hysteria with which she cried didn't faze him in
the slightest, other than to let him know that she had moved closer to the
point he needed her to reach.  Looking again at the records he'd gotten  -"
her police file, medical history, even the records of her conversations
with her school counselor  -" he knew that there was still a way to go. 
But the first step had been taken, and that was what mattered at the
moment. As he watched her fall asleep, he started the next phase of the
program.

   The girl woke up feeling as though she was in an oven.  She had no idea
what the actual temperature was, but the fact that she was sweating so
freely was a pretty good indication that it was too damn hot.  She tried
getting someone's attention again so she could tell them how hot it was,
but nobody answered; her efforts left her with a slightly sore throat  -"
and, she realized, a considerable thirst.  Holding one hand in front of
her, she began exploring her new environment in the hope that there was
some source of water somewhere.  It didn't take her long to discover a
wall, and she followed it on her hands and knees until she came to a
corner. Following the new wall eventually let her find another corner.  She
kept going until she got to another, then a fourth.  Thinking about it, she
concluded that she was almost certainly in a square or perhaps rectangular
room of some kind.  She also realized that other than an occasional seam
where the wall covering met, she hadn't found anything like a door, either.
Angry  -" and frightened  -" that she hadn't found anything, she decided to
try going from the wall she was at to the one "opposite" to see if she
could get some idea how big the room was.  She'd gotten only a little ways
across when she almost literally fell over what felt like a couple of
plastic containers.  With no light to see by, she was reduced to using her
sense of touch and sound to try and find out what they were: one was fairly
heavy, the other quite light.  Feeling them carefully, she found that both
had what felt like some kind of cover on them; picking up the light
container first, she removed the lid and stuck her hand inside  -" and
found absolutely nothing.  Putting the lid back on it, she set it aside and
picked up the heavy one.  It made a faint noise when she did, so she
carefully removed it's cover and tentatively stuck her fingers inside and
felt them get wet.  Sniffing her fingers, she couldn't detect any kind of
odor, and tentatively stuck her tongue out to see if the liquid had any
taste.  She was happier than she thought she ever could be when she
realized that she had a plastic jug of some kind, apparently filled with
water.  Still weak, she lifted it to her mouth and carefully took a drink;
but the size of the container, and her own weakness, still left her with a
large wet spot on the front of her blouse.  With her thirst slaked, she set
the water back on the floor and put the lid on it before getting both jugs
situated in front of her.  She resumed her quest to try and find out how
big her room was, carefully keeping the two plastic jugs in front of her.
She finally reached the wall, and deliberately set both containers against
it so that she wouldn't accidentally knock the water over and spill it, and
so that she could find them easily.  Some time later, she realized that it
wasn't anywhere near as hot as it had been when she woke up.  In fact, it
almost seemed like it was getting...  cold, even!  Her blouse had long
since dried, and she tried a number of different things to see if she
couldn't keep warm, but nothing really seemed to work.  She couldn't
remember what had happened before she woke up that first time, but she knew
that the blouse and slacks she was wearing were only suitable for warm
weather  -" like late Spring, or early Fall.  That thought left something
niggling at the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite seem to get a
grasp on it.  For the life of her, she simply couldn't quite remember what
she'd been doing before she woke up...  there...  that first time.  She
could remember other things without any trouble  -" her friends, her dad,
school, and so on.  She could even dimly remember walking home, but
couldn't remember where she'd been walking home from, or anything else,
though.  Though doubtful it would accomplish anything, she still tried
getting the attention of someone to let them know she was on the verge of
freezing to death.  She was right: it didn't do any good.  Shivering, she
eventually fell asleep again.

   He wasn't watching when she woke up the last time, but the video
recorders let him see what she'd done, and hear her attempt to get some
attention.

   It was still too damn cold when she woke up again, shivering.  What was
worse, though, was that she had to go to the bathroom.  She knew there
wasn't anything resembling a toilet, any more than there had been a water
fountain or faucet  -" and with that thought, she realized what the other
plastic container was for.  No, she thought to herself, I am not going to
piss in a plastic jar!  But as the time passed, the pressure in her bladder
grew until she finally gave in to necessity.  Feeling ashamed even as she
was doing it, she slid her slack and panties down then positioned herself
over the empty container.  The sound of her urine splashing into made her
blush furiously, but the relief she felt at the act was even stronger than
her embarrassment.  When she was done, she quickly put the lid back on the
jug to block out the strong odor of her urine before pulling her panties
and slacks back up.  When moving her "toilet" back next to the wall  -" she
sure as hell didn't want to knock IT over, either!   -" she caught herself
feeling grateful for the warmth it left in her hands, and immediately felt
embarrassed and ashamed again.  Realizing she was thirsty again, she took
another drink from her water supply, being much more careful not to spill
any on herself because of the cold.  She wanted to sleep again to escape
the cold, but simply couldn't manage it  -" not knowing that she'd slept
nearly twelve of the last twenty-four hours.  Instead, she was left to sit
with her back against the wall, trying as best she could to keep warm while
thinking about where she was and why she was there.  No matter how hard she
tried, though, she simply couldn't figure out what was happening to her. 
She was so deep in thought about her circumstances that it took a while
before she realized that she wasn't cold any more.  Grateful, she still
couldn't help wondering what was going on, though.  It wasn't until several
hours later, and she'd wiped the sweat from her forehead for the umpteenth
time, that she realized the temperature had gone way up again  -" and on
the heels of that, it occurred to her that it just might be possible that
whoever was keeping her in that damn room was deliberately fucking with
her. With THAT thought, she started to get mad; the more she thought about
it, the madder she got until she finally started yelling and screaming and
cursing at anyone she thought might be listening.  She carried on for so
long that when she finally gave up, she was hoarse, and her throat was
sore. Taking another drink of her water, she sat back to start thinking
about where she was and what she was doing there  -" again.  Alone, in the
dark, and knowing that someone was purposely making her life miserable, she
started to cry again.  But her crying wasn't the wracking sobs of before;
rather, it was the quiet tears of utter hopelessness and despair.  Without
realizing it, she was vocalizing her questions: what had she done?  why was
she there?  what were "they" going to do to her  -" with her?

   He had come down to watch her for a while, and had seen her use her
toilet container  -" along with the expression on her face when she did. 
He also watched as she got hotter and hotter, and finally realized that
what was happening to her was being done deliberately  -" and listened to
her tirade about wanting to know who was out there and what they were doing
to her.  Finally, he watched and listened as she finally broke down with
the realization that she was completely at the mercy of some unknown person
or force that she simply couldn't comprehend.  That was the response that
he'd been waiting for.  Now she would be ready to listen to him.

   She had settled into a steady, noiseless crying when she gradually
became aware that it seemed to be getting brighter in her room.  Closing
her eyes, she waited as long as she could before opening them again  -" and
realized that she was right: it was getting brighter.  She didn't have any
trouble making out the two plastic containers next to her; it was only a
few moments before she recognized them as the kind of storage bins that she
saw her friends' mothers using to keep food in.  Looking around, she saw
that she was in fact in a square room  -" perhaps six feet on a side  -"
with every surface covered in what looked like some kind of fabric or
carpet.  Looking up to the ceiling where the lights were, she could vaguely
make out what looked like some kind of grille, which she supposed was where
the air was coming from.  Quietly, tentatively, she said "Hello?", not
really expecting an answer, but getting one anyway.  "Greetings", the voice
told her.  It was distinctly mechanical sounding, not giving her any idea
if the speaker was male or female; hell, for all she knew, it could
actually belong to a robot of some kind.  "Where am I?  What am I doing
here?" she asked.  "You are in your new home.  You have been given to us so
that we can teach you", the voice answered.  "What do you mean given to
you? And teach me what?" "We mean what we say.  You were given to us.  The
life you had before is over.  You were someone that other people did not
like.  You stole things  -" even from people you called friends.  You used
drugs even though you knew they were illegal and what they were doing to
you.  You fought.  You cheated.  You were lazy.  You were cruel to other
people, and you lied.  You did many things that hurt and betrayed other
people.  Those people grew tired of your behavior and gave you to us so
that we can teach you to not do those things any more." "What, is this some
kind of reform school or something?  You can't treat me this way!" "No,
this is not a school like any you have ever heard about before.  What you
will learn here is nothing like anything you have learned before.  You will
learn here because you will want to learn.  And you will want to learn
because it is only by learning what we have to teach that you will get the
things that you need and want." "Why would I want to learn from you,
anyway? What do you mean the things I need and want?  How are you going to
teach me if I don't want to learn?" "You will want to learn because that is
the only way you will be able to leave this place.  We will teach you by
rewarding you when you do well, and punishing you when you are bad.  You
have been bad simply because you didn't want to bother being good.  We will
teach you to change that.  Before you leave here, you will want to be good,
all the time.  But before we can begin to teach you, you must learn to obey
our instructions.  That is why you are wearing the training device."
Involuntarily, she reached up and touched the box on her neck before asking
"How are you going to train me?" "The training device will be used to
correct you, but you will learn about that later.  First, you must learn to
obey." "Obey what?" she demanded.  Across from her, she saw an opening
appear in the wall before the voice told her "Remove your clothing and put
it in the locker." "Fuck you!  I'm not getting naked for some perv!" "You
have water and a toilet.  You will not receive food until you obey" the
voice told her before the opening in the wall closed again.  Shit, she
thought to herself, I am getting hungry, now that I think about it.  But
dammit, I'm not getting naked just because some asshole says to!

   He hadn't expected her to do what he told her the first time he said it.
She might not even do it the second time.  But by the third time...  yeah,
she'd be hungry enough by then.

   Once the idea got into her mind that she was hungry, it seemed that was
all she could think about.  She tried drinking some of her water to see if
that would help, but it didn't, really.  Besides, she didn't know how long
it was going to have to last, and she wasn't inclined to run out before
then.  So she was left to sit there, alternately thinking about how hungry
she was, and how upset she was about what a crock of shit it was that
somebody thought they could just do this kind of crap to her.  Without
realizing it, she'd fallen asleep, only to be awakened when she heard the
voice tell her "Take of your clothing, and put it in the locker." She
looked over and saw that the panel had opened up again.  It was still too
damn hot, and she was starting to think that getting naked might be worth
it when the panel closed and the voice told her "When you obey, you will
get what you need." Well, fuck, she thought.  So much for that chance! 
Once awakened, she found that she couldn't get back to sleep again  -"
which left her nothing to do but toggle between sitting up and laying down
as she thought about how hungry she was getting.  She drank a little water
when she got thirsty, but was still reluctant to drink too much of it.  She
also got up and tried walking around, just for something to do.  She was
starting to wonder if she was ever going to get another chance to get
something to eat when the voice told her "Put your clothing in the locker",
followed by the panel sliding out of the way again.  Surprised, it took her
a few moments before she stood up and started taking her clothes off.  She
wasn't quite done when the panel slid closed again; she quickly cried out
"Wait!  Wait!  I'm doing it!", terrified at the idea of waiting for the
next chance to get something to eat.  A couple of seconds went by, and she
was starting to worry that she'd missed out again, when it opened back up.
She quickly shed the rest of her clothes and put them inside  -" and barely
had her hand out of the way when the panel closed again.  A few moments
later, it opened up to show that there was some kind of beige candy bar
looking thing inside before the voice told her "That is your food for the
next period.  Take it." She reached inside and grabbed it before the panel
could close again.  Taking a bite of it, she realized that it had virtually
no flavor at all.  As she chewed, the stuff  -" whatever it was  -" began
expanding to fill her mouth; she swallowed some of it and continued
chewing. The next bite she took was smaller, and even though it was still a
little too much, she didn't have to swallow some before finishing it. 
She'd eaten the entire thing and was licking her fingers when the panel
opened and the voice told her "You will put your water and toilet in the
locker." She quickly did as she was told, and the panel slid shut  -" only
to open again a few moments later.  The voice told her "Take your water and
toilet out." She did, and was surprised to discover that she had a full
container of water, and the toilet jug was apparently empty.  As she was
setting them on the floor, the panel closed again.  A few moments later,
the voice told her "As long as you obey, you will be given water and a
fresh toilet every period, and food twice per period.  If you do not obey,
you will not.  If you want these things, you must be ready to get them; you
will not be given extra time again." She tried to ask some questions, but
the voice didn't come back.

   He'd been tempted to let her wait until the next feeding time, but the
panic and desperation in her voice made it clear that she wasn't stalling
for the sake of being difficult.  He couldn't help but be amused when she'd
discovered that the survival ration he'd given her would expand to nearly
triple its size when exposed to the moisture of chewing.  He could have
warned her about it, of course, but he wanted her to learn to be careful
with something new; and to pay attention to what was happening around her.
So he watched, and waited patiently until she discovered that her
apparently empty toilet container actually had a small paper cup and a
section of toilet paper inside.  She was visibly pleased at the discovery,
and carefully set both items aside.  He'd heard her questions, but ignored
them in favor of teaching her one thing at a time.  He also put the
thermostat for her room back to a more comfortable temperature; the cycling
of it between extremes had accomplished what it was supposed to.

   She went through several cycles of being fed and having her water and
toilet changed.  It didn't take her long to fall into a pattern of sleeping
that had her waking up a short time before her "breakfast"  -" it was
followed by the changing of her water and toilet bottles, so it seemed to
be "breakfast" since it started the "day".  She was also able to stay awake
the entire time between breakfast and supper.  At seemingly random periods,
the voice would tell her to do something  -" stand up, move to a corner, or
something equally demanding.  She did it without hesitation, knowing that
failing to do so would mean missing a meal at a minimum  -" and what else,
she didn't want to think about.  Some time after each of the commands from
the voice, it would come back and tell her she could go back to what she
had been doing  -" as if whatever she'd been doing before was all that
important!  But she was smart enough to understand that she was learning:
learning to do what she was told, something that she hadn't been very good
at since about the time she'd hit puberty.  It bothered her to realize that
she really hadn't been such a good person for a while, but she didn't think
she'd been bad enough to justify what was happening to her.  There wasn't
anything she could do about it, though, so she did as she was told, and
waited.  There came a time, though, that the voice had something else to
say.  She had finished "breakfast" and was simply waiting when the voice
told her "You have learned to obey well enough that you may begin your
training.  But before that can happen there some things that you must know.
First, the training device you wear will be used to punish you when that is
necessary.  There are different degrees of punishment that you can receive.
For a mild punishment to remind you that you have done something you should
not, you will receive a level 1." With that, she suddenly felt an
uncomfortable tingling where the box touched her.  It wasn't painful,
exactly, but it certainly wasn't pleasant, either.  Next, the voice told
her "For a more severe punishment, you may receive a level 5." She didn't
have time to even think about it before she felt as though she had a mild
sunburn on her entire body  -" it WAS painful, and she felt herself
starting to cry before it suddenly ended.  "If it is thought that you
deserve it, you can be punished up to a level 10." The sensation that
followed was mercifully brief  -" but still left her gasping.  It had felt
as though her entire body was on fire!  "What the hell did you do that
for?" she demanded  -" and a second later, felt something roughly midway
between the first two sensations before the voice told her "You made two
errors for which you were punished.  First, you are to always speak
politely to us.  Second, you must learn to not use bad language.  The
punishment you received was at level 3.  Each time you make an error that
you have been warned about, you will receive the next higher level of
punishment.  Do you understand?" "Yes.", she answered.  Then a moment
later, she asked "What should I call you?" The voice replied "We are your
Masters, so you should address us that way." Masters, she thought to
herself.  They said masterS  -" meaning there's more than one of them.  The
voice went on to say "Punishment is not the only way we will teach you.  As
you learn to do better, you will also receive rewards, so that you are
encouraged.  Now, listen carefully as well tell you the rules that you must
follow." "Yes...  Master", she answered, when she realized that the voice
seemed to be waiting for a response from her.  "We watch you, and if you do
not obey the rules, we will punish you.  The punishment may happen when you
disobey, or it may happen later  -" but it will happen.  These are the
rules that you must follow at all times.  Rule 1: If you are not instructed
to do something specific, you must sit quietly in the place where you are
now; you may not sleep.  Rule 2: You will be given a paper that will tell
you what you must do at different times.  You must learn what is on that
paper.  We will want it returned, so you should learn it as quickly as
possible to avoid being punished for not following it.  Rule 3: When you
wish to speak to one of us, you will always address us as Master.  Rule 4:
It is not for you to ask us questions; we will tell you what you must
learn. If you do not understand something, you may ask us to explain it,
but nothing more.  Rule 5: When you are in the presence of a Master, you
may not speak to that Master unless you are spoken to first." There was a
slight pause, but she HAD been paying attention, and knew NOT to ask if
that meant she would actually be seeing "Masters".  When the voice spoke
again, it said "There will be times when you will be visited by a Master.
There will be different things that the Master will instruct you to do.  Do
them, immediately and without questioning, or you will be punished.  Do you
understand?" Without thinking about it, she answered "Sure, no problem."
She barely had time to realize she'd screwed up before she felt a short
spell of the sunburn-pain.  When it was over, she immediately gasped "Yes,
Master!" "Very good." the voice told her, before continuing "To help you to
learn, you will soon start to hear sounds.  They will not be loud enough to
keep you awake when it is time for you to sleep, but they will play at all
times." It was several seconds before she realized that the voice wasn't
going to be back any time soon.  It was perhaps a minute later when she
realized that there was a noise that she could barely hear  -" it sounded
almost like static on a radio, but somehow...  different, too.  Whatever it
was, the volume was low enough that she didn't have any trouble ignoring
it. Some time later, a different voice  -" still mechanical-sounding, but
different from THE voice  -" asked her " You know that you haven't been a
very good person.  Why is that?" Good question, she thought to herself.  A
bit later, it asked "Don't you feel bad for stealing from people that tried
to be nice to you?" She didn't bother answering.  The next time, it told
her "Think about the number of people you've hurt by the way you've acted."
It didn't take her long to realize that the second voice  -" her
"electronic conscience", she decided to call it  -" was going to keep that
nonsense up, tiring as it was.  Well, at least it wasn't much louder than
the static sound.

   He watched and listened as the audio program he'd put together went into
effect.  What the girl thought was just noise coming out of the speaker was
actually a carefully designed sound pattern that had been proven to make
people more receptive to instruction.  That, coupled with the random sound
bites that were being piped in at her would ultimately reduce her to a
slightly neurotic, insecure, pliable personality that he could then start
to build back up again into something more to his tastes.  He was pleased
that she'd remembered not to ask him about direct visits by "Masters". 
There was only himself, but he had worked out a means of convincing her
that there were several people that she had to deal with.  He wasn't
bothered that she'd failed to keep her mind on track and had to be
punished. It was still VERY early in the program, and she'd likely make
more mistakes before she finished the current phase.  But she would learn,
and she would change.  Of that, he had no doubts.

   By the time supper came around, she was starting to get a little tired
of that damn voice that kept telling her things, and asking her those
goofy-ass questions.  But with that damn box on her neck, she wasn't about
to fuss, either.  After she'd finished eating, she was surprised when the
panel slid open, revealing a sheet of paper inside.  Experience had already
taught her not to waste time getting whatever was inside, and she quickly
reached in and grabbed it before the panel slid shut again.  Looking at it,
she realized that whoever it was that had her, they weren't screwing
around: what she was looking at was what amounted to a schedule of what she
would be doing, and when.  The thing was, it wasn't marked off according to
a clock, but simply as periods of time with something called a "(SIGNAL)" 
-" whatever the hell THAT was  -" between them.  Remembering that she
didn't know how soon she'd be told to give the paper back, she immediately
sat down where she'd been told and went about trying to memorize it.  It
was fairly obvious to her that she was in the period marked "Relaxation",
which came after "Meal 2"  -" supper, she figured.  Next was "Sleep". 
Starting at the top, the first period was "Preparation" then "Meal 1",
followed by "Grooming".  Next was something called "Contemplation", then
"Health".  Sixth was another Contemplation, with "Training" afterwards. 
Right before Meal 2 was her "Discussion" period, whatever the hell that
was. As schedules went, it really wasn't all that complicated; she had the
sequence memorized fairly soon.  But she kept studying it, trying to figure
out what some of those different periods could mean.  Meals 1 and 2 were
obvious, as was Sleep.  It was the rest of them that kept her looking over
the schedule to make sure she had it committed to memory  -" even if she
didn't have the faintest idea of what they meant, she was damn well
determined that she wasn't going to be "punished" for not knowing what the
schedule was, at least.  She was getting a little sleepy when she heard
what sounded like someone hitting one of those gong things  -" only a big
one, with a deep tone.  The sound only lasted for a couple of seconds, and
wasn't particularly loud, anyway.  It was when she felt the box on her neck
give her a tingle that she realized that what she'd heard must have been a
(SIGNAL)  -" it took her only a moment to understand that she'd just
entered her Sleep period.  With that understanding, she knew that the
punishment she'd gotten was for apparently not moving to go to sleep.  It
was a matter of just a few seconds for her to carefully set the paper aside
(no telling WHAT they'd do if it got wrinkled!), and stretch out before
falling asleep.

   He was pleased that she'd figured out what the "reminder" was for so
quickly.  He knew that she wasn't stupid, only foolish and undisciplined 
-" and both of those were going to be taken care of.

   She was almost completely awake when she heard the Signal; it was only a
second before she realized its significance, and sat up to prevent any
"punishment".  She had only been sitting for a little bit when there was
another Signal, immediately followed by the panel opening.  She got her
food  -" tiresome and flavorless as it was, it was still edible  -" and
used sips of water as she ate to help wash it down.  Not long after she
finished, there was another Signal.  When the panel opened, she was ready
to put her water and toilet containers inside.  She'd wondered a couple of
times if the two were ever mixed up, but since the water was always clean
and fresh, she'd decided they weren't.  When it opened again, she retrieved
the new ones  -" immediately opening the toilet container to get out the
toilet paper she was given, along with the new paper cup she got each day.
For whatever reason, she'd started using the time right after breakfast to
empty her bowels, and did so again.  Even as she was doing it, she had the
flash of understanding that Grooming was the time she was being allotted to
take care of her toilet.  She also wondered if it also meant that at some
future point, it would also include actually grooming  -" such as combing
her hair, and so on.  Granted, all she had at the moment was a trace of
fuzz on her head and between her legs, but the idea didn't lack appeal to
her.  The lack of hair in her armpits and on her legs did cause her to
wonder, but since she'd never liked having to shave either of those areas,
she didn't mind the absence.  When she was done, she went back to sitting
where she'd been told  -" keeping the sheet of paper handy so she'd be
ready whenever they wanted it back.  As she sat, she tried to figure out
how to ask a question  -" several of them, actually  -" without actually
asking a question.  She was still sitting when the Signal sounded some time
later; since she was where she was supposed to be, she didn't do anything 
-" though she still worried that she'd be punished for something she hadn't
understood.  But when nothing happened after a while, she relaxed again  -"
at least, until the next Signal.  After it sounded, she didn't move; as
she'd expected  -" and feared  -" she received a Level 1 punishment.  Her
heart in her throat, she said "Master, I don't understand why I was
punished.  I know I'm in my Health period now, but I don't know what I'm
supposed to be doing." Having said that  -" the best she could come up with
 -" she waited to see if she would be punished again; and fearing that she
would.  She was surprised  -" and relieved  -" when the voice told her "You
have done well.  We did not tell you what you are to do during the
different periods to find out if you would remember the rules.  You did not
question us, and what you say tells us that you have memorized your
schedule.  During the Health period, you are not allowed to just sit or
stand; you are to engage in any activity that keeps your body healthy.  You
are permitted to do exercises or stretches, or any other physical activity.
You may drink when you are thirsty, or use the toilet, but not rest for any
extended period of time.  More will be explained to you during your
Training period.  Because you have done well, you will be rewarded later."
Relieved to know what was expected  -" and intrigued at the idea of a
reward of some kind  -" she quickly stood up and began moving around.  When
walking around the room became tiresome, she lay down and began doing some
of the exercises she remembered from gym classes at school: sit-ups,
"bicycle riding", pushups, and anything else that kept her in motion.  Not
knowing how long the period was, she was careful to pace herself; none the
less, she was still sweaty and feeling tired when the next Signal sounded
to let her know that she was to take a seat for her Contemplation period.
She started to pick up the sheet of paper again, just to make sure she had
it memorized, but a Level 1 punishment made her understand that there was a
difference between Contemplation and studying  -" and right on the heels of
that, between Contemplation and Training.  The Signal had barely faded when
the voice told her "This is what you are to do for each period.  For
Contemplation, you are to sit quietly and think about what you have done
and what you have learned.  You may drink or relieve yourself, but nothing
more.  As you have been told, Health is when you are to engage in physical
activity.  This is a Training period; it is during this time that you will
be told things that you are expected to learn.  During the Training period,
you will listen, but not speak unless it is in response to something that
has been asked of you.  You are permitted to sit or stand in whatever
manner you find comfortable during Training and Discussion periods.  It is
only during your Discussion period that you are permitted to ask questions
-" but you must remain polite, and your questions may only be about your
training and what is expected of you.  Your Relaxation period is yours to
do with as you wish  -" you may sit, stand, exercise, talk, or do anything
else that you choose.  You will not be punished for asking questions, but
you will not receive answers, either.  Do you understand what you have been
told, and what each period is for?" "Yes, Master." "Also, you should know
that there will be times when a Training or Discussion period are not
completely used.  When that happens, you are to use the rest of the
Training period for Contemplation.  You may use any extra Discussion time
as a Relaxation period.  Now, to your training.  You will be visited by a
Master sometime after your next Sleep.  Before the Master enters, you will
hear a Signal, but with a different sound.  When that happens, you are to
immediately move to the corner of your room that is the farthest from the
locker.  There, you will kneel down with your head bowed.  You are not to
look at any Master unless told to do so.  You will respond to the Master,
immediately and without question or complaint.  If you do not, then the
punishment will be higher than simply failing to obey when you are alone.
If there is something you do not understand, you must wait for the next
Discussion period.  You are never to question a Master that is in your
room. You are never to make any kind of physical gesture toward a Master,
nor are you to make any attempt to leave your room.  If the Master thinks
that you have done EITHER of these things, you will immediately receive the
highest level of punishment, and you will have to start your training again
from the beginning.  Do you understand?" "Yes, Master" "Do you have any
questions at this time?" "No, Master" "Very well." With the apparent end of
her first "Training" period, the girl was considerably relieved to know
what was expected of her during the other time periods.  The idea of a
Relaxation period was something of a joke, since she didn't have anything
to do  -" but she knew that having a period of time where she was free to
do as she wished would be no small relief.  Doing as she had been told, she
treated the period until the next Signal as a Contemplation period, sitting
quietly  -" unable to prevent the occasional thought of the things she knew
she'd done from entering her mind, and making her feel bad.

   He was pleased that she was picking up the routine so easily.  Granted,
it wasn't rocket science, but it was still better than having to punish her
for foolish mistakes.  He watched her for a while after he'd spoken to her,
and was glad to see that she was doing as she was told.  She didn't realize
she was doing it, but he could see occasional expressions of unhappiness
cross her face, letting him know that the audio program he was piping into
the room was starting to have an effect.  It would be interesting to see
how she behaved the next day, when he went to visit her in person.

   When the Signal sounded again, she knew that it was the start of her
Discussion period  -" and there was something she needed to bring to their
attention.  She heard the voice tell her "We expect that there are many
things that you would like to ask, so we will tell you some things to save
you the time of asking them." It went on to say "You were given to us
because the people that you knew had become weary of your attitude and
actions.  You were selfish, and sometimes cruel.  You lied, you stole, and
you cheated  -" from friends, and even family.  You had a bad attitude, and
behaved badly toward others.  You were rude, profane, and often lazy.  You
were childish and self-centered.  You didn't have any concern for those
around you, and you did very little to help other people  -" but you wanted
things from others without wanting to give anything back.  You did a great
many things to hurt and anger other people, and they did not want to have
to deal with your behavior any longer  -" so they gave you to us.  You will
stay here until such time as you have learned to change your behavior.  How
long that will be depends entirely on you  -" if you come to understand how
badly you have behaved, and try to improve yourself, it will not take long.
If you try to resist the changes that you must make, then you will be here
longer.  Right now, you are at the beginning of your training; as you
progress and become more and more like the person that you should be, you
will receive more and more rewards for those improvements.  If you behave
badly enough, you will be returned to the start of an earlier phase in your
training.  We cannot emphasize this enough: the treatment you receive here
depends entirely on you.  If you learn quickly and behave well, you will be
treated well.  If you resist and misbehave, you will be treated badly.  It
is that simple." Next, the voice told her "We have been doing this work for
a VERY long time, and you will not be the last person that we will have to
train and educate.  Before now, you did not understand and appreciate how
much of what you had in your life came from other people.  By the time you
finish here, you WILL know  -" and you will be properly grateful.  When you
have finished your training, you will be released to someone that has
agreed to accept you, and help you become a proper member of society.  The
person that you are given to will treat you in the way that your behavior
here shows us you need: if you cooperate and behave properly, they will be
kind and patient.  If you resist and act up, they will not.  Do you
understand?" "Yes, Master", she answered, before saying "Master, there is
something that I have to tell you." "What do you wish to say?" "Master,
from the way I feel, I'm going to...  to be starting my period before
long.", she answered.  She was a little embarrassed to talk about it to
whoever it was, but she sure didn't want to start bleeding all over
everything, either!  "In the next day or two, we think." "Yes, Master", she
answered, amazed - and more than a little afraid, truth be told - that they
would not only know that she was about to start her period, but when.  "You
have done well to tell us before it happened.  We will improve your reward.
Before you came here, how many napkins did you use in a twenty-four hour
day?" She was a little surprised to hear that they already knew she used
napkins, but answered "Six, Master." "And how many days did you need them?"
"Uh, usually four, Master.  Sometimes five, though.", then added "Uh,
Master, I usually wore another one each day for a couple of extra days,
just to um, make sure." "We understand" the voice answered  -" making her
wonder if they did, really.  The next question surprised her: "Have you
learned to judge time here?  Not by a clock, but generally?" "I...  I think
so, Master." "You are doing well.  You do not claim to be sure when you are
not.  You will not be punished for admitting to uncertainty.  It is honesty
that you must learn here, and we will not harm you for telling us the
truth. Very well; we will provide you with what you need with your next
meal so that you will be prepared.  Is there anything else you wish us to
know?" "No, Master." "Then that is all that we have for you.  Do you know
what to do now?" "You said that if a Discussion did not go the full time,
that I was allowed to use the rest of it as Relaxation, Master." "It is
good that you remember.  We are finished; you may continue." With that, the
conversation appeared to end.  She was still a little hesitant to do so,
but the feelings she had told them about that let her know her period was
about to start were a little uncomfortable.  She lay down, and tried to get
comfortable and relax.  She wasn't entirely successful, but it helped.

   He'd known that she would need menstrual products, so he'd purchased a
box of them and a "belt" (actually an elastic band that would fit around
her waist) that she could clip the pads to.  He was going to give her seven
pads for each day, though  -" both to make sure she stayed relatively
clean, and so that she would think that her "day" in the room was longer
than it really was: he had her on a regular twenty-four hour day just like
himself and everyone else, but not having her know that was just something
else to keep her a trifle off-balance.  Other than the specifics that he'd
asked for, he was ready to handle the rest of her needs during her
menstrual cycle.  He watched as she lay down, figuring that it was a
consequence of the onset of her menses.

   When the Signal sounded again, she was glad to see that they had kept
their promise to provide her with pads  -" but seven of them?  Well, it
didn't matter  -" she was glad to see them, as well as the belt they'd
included.  She normally didn't use one, but then again, she normally wasn't
spending all of her time naked.  She figured the small plastic bag they'd
also given her was to keep the used ones in.  The pads and belt were set to
one side of the locker, with her supper at the other; with her food bar,
she was delighted to find what looked like a Hershey's Kiss.  She was
initially tempted to eat it first, but then decided to save it for
"dessert", when she could just let it slowly melt in her mouth and enjoy
every moment of it's existence.  After she'd removed her pads and food, the
voice told her to put the schedule sheet in the locker, which she quickly
did.  After she'd eaten, she lay down on the floor again, using the slowly
melting chocolate in her mouth to distract herself from the mild discomfort
she was experiencing.  None the less, she was still careful to keep her
eyes open so that they would know that she wasn't sleeping (and thus punish
her).  When the Signal for her Sleep period came, she didn't have to do
anything but close her eyes and drift off to sleep...  The Signal woke her
up the next morning, and she was relieved to discover that the minor
cramping that she'd been experiencing had ended  -" she knew that sometime
during the day, the first traces of blood would make themselves known.  She
was considering what to do when the Signal for her meal sounded; by the
time she finished eating, she'd decided on a course of action  -" so when
the Signal for the start of Grooming sounded, she simply went ahead on put
on the belt and first of the napkins she'd been provided, figuring to save
herself whatever embarrassment she could.  She wasn't entirely comfortable
during Health, and avoided being as active as she'd been the day before  -"
but still careful to keep moving.  It was during that time that she thought
of something, and made a mental note to bring it up during Discussion. 
She'd stopped consciously hearing her "conscience", and couldn't understand
why she kept thinking about the things she'd done.  Each time something
came into her mind, she'd spend several seconds trying to deal with it, and
it was starting to make her feel bad.  It was halfway through her second
Contemplation  -" so she estimated  -" when there was a different Signal.
She remembered what she'd been told, and rushed to the corner away from
where her food and everything were delivered, then knelt down so that she
was sitting on her feet like some kind of geisha or something.  Without
realizing it, though, she was watching to see where a door would appear  -"
and received a punishment before remembering that she was to bow her head.
She quickly did so, but was still able to see when a section of the wall
opposite from her opened up.  Looking carefully, she could see that there
was someone dressed in some kind of robe or something  -" it made them look
like one of those hooded monks you saw in old paintings.  Behind them, she
could only see more of what looked like the same stuff as was inside her
room  -" it wasn't easy to tell for certain, though, because it was darker
out there than where she was.  The figure she could see stepped into the
room, and she almost gasped despite the warning not to make any noise:
instead of a face or anything, the figure had some kind of silvery shield
or something.  As the figure got closer, she also realized that she
couldn't see its feet or hands  -" the hem of the robe brushed the floor,
and the sleeves of the robe were too long.  All she could do was get a
vague idea of how tall and big the figure was  -" and it was both.  When it
got close, she heard a deep mechanical voice from it tell her "Stand".  She
immediately did as she was told, careful to keep her head down.  The figure
told her "Turn and face the wall" in that same creepy, almost robotic,
voice.  Again, she did it  -" and felt a gloved hand touch her ass. 
Between the desire to run away or turn around and slap whoever  -" or
whatever!   -" it was in the robe, she didn't know what to do, and finally
settled on doing nothing; the idea of a MAXIMUM punishment for either act
frightened her.  The hand first squeezed one side of her butt, then the
other, before the voice told her "Face me." She did, and was able to
control herself when the hand  -" black and plastic-looking, which scared
her since it didn't look particularly human  -" came up to touch each of
her breasts.

   He could see that the girl was trembling in fear  -" which was just the
effect he was after.  He'd cut down an old after market car sun shield to
get the ventilated plastic he was using to make the "face" that she was
seeing.  It was reflective enough, and the holes in it were small enough,
that she couldn't see through it  -" and know that he had on a small
respirator.  Inside it, there was a small microphone that fed a small box
in his shirt pocket, which altered his voice before sending it out to the
speaker mounted to the back of the grille she was looking at; that allowed
him to speak to her, but not only have his voice disguised, but sound much
more intimidating.  Similarly, the black latex gloves that covered the long
women's dress gloves with their fancy design seams that he was wearing
turned his hands into something inhuman.  He couldn't feel much, of course,
but that wasn't the point at this stage.  What DID matter was that she was
tolerating  -" barely, he judged  -" what he was doing: psychologically
destroying any sense of "self" or "personal security" she might have. 
Reaching a little higher, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her
head up to look at her  -" and saw the terror in her eyes.

   Her heart was in her throat when the figure asked her "You fear me?" Her
mouth was dry, and she had to lick her lips before she could answer "Yes,
Master." Several seconds went by before she heard "If you learn and obey,
you do not have to fear.  Remember that." That wasn't much consolation to
her as she managed to stammer "Y-Y-Yes, M- Master." The hand left her chin,
and she was glad to be able to lower her head and look at the floor again.
She watched and felt as her breast was gently squeezed before the hand
returned to the figure's side.  Then it told her "Sit"  -" making her
realize that she'd never been so happy to NOT have to look at someone in
her life.  Several more seconds went by and she was starting to worry that
she was going to pee herself, she was so scared, when the figure turned and
left.  When she saw the door close, she nearly collapsed in relief.  A few
moments later, once again in control of herself  -" after a fashion, anyway
 -" she went back to where she was supposed to be.  The rest of her
Contemplation was on the apparition that had just visited her.  When
Training time came, the voice told her "We have been told that the Master
that visited you was pleased.  By pleasing a Master in person, you have
earned a special reward which will be given to you later." A special
reward? The piece of chocolate had been heaven, and that was "just" a
reward!  She recognized the irony in the fact that she was in a situation
where she couldn't imagine what she could get that would be even better
than a piece of chocolate!  Still, she didn't fail to pay attention when
the voice went on "What you will learn here is how you should behave when
you are with other people  -" to be polite, to be friendly, to be honest,
and other such things.  What you should remember is that when you graduate
from here and are given to the person that has agreed to take you  -" your
Mentor  -" is that it will be up to you to learn how to make that person in
particular happy.  You will be given to them on a probationary basis; if
they are not happy with you for ANY reason, you will be returned here for
additional training before being given to someone else.  If that happens,
you will certainly be given to someone that will be less tolerant of your
errors, and will be more harsh with you." "You should know that we will
maintain contact with the person that you are given to, and we will observe
you from time to time.  We do that to ensure you are not put into an
environment that is not suitable.  Your Mentor may not physically damage
you, but they are allowed to punish you.  If you wish to leave them you may
do so  -" but be warned that if you choose to leave, you will return here
for additional training before you are given to another.  This is done to
encourage you to stay where you are placed, and make the effort to learn
how to make your Mentor happy: it is up to you to please your Mentor, not
the other way around.  While you are here, there will be people that will
be interested in having you.  When that happens, they will be allowed to
visit you in person; you will respond to them just as you would for a
Master: you are to kneel in the corner, bow your head, and follow the
instructions they give you.  Understood?".

   "Yes, Master", she replied.  "When you are visited by someone that has
expressed an interest in taking you, they will be disguised, so that you do
not start thinking that you would prefer one over another.  You must want
to please one person, not want one person to please." She understood what
she was being told, and the reason for it.  She didn't care for it much,
but also understood that her opinion of things simply didn't matter.  If
she'd been given to these people  -" and she was starting to think she had
-" then her wants and desires were the last thing they'd take into
consideration.  The voice continued "You have done well, so far.  If you
continue as you have, you will be given to someone that will appreciate the
work that you do.  If you do not, then you will likely find yourself given
to someone less...  pleasant." She didn't much like the sound of that, but
listened as the voice told her "We are not heartless.  We do not do the
things we do because we enjoy them.  We do them because we must: to make
sure  -" as best we can  -" that the people that we receive here do not
have to return.  Any pain you suffer here is less than what you would cause
to others if we were not here to teach you; and it is much less than what
you have caused the people you knew before you came here.  That is all that
we have for you this time.  Think about what we have said." And she did
think about it  -" particularly that last part she'd been told.  More and
more, she was thinking about all the things she'd done  -" the shoplifting,
the stealing from her friends, cheating at school  -" when she went!   -"
and all the rest of it.  And each time one of those thoughts crept into her
mind, she felt ashamed of what she'd done, and realized a little more how
she had hurt not just herself in doing them, but the ones she'd done them
TO.  That kind of thinking didn't occupy her mind ALL the time, but it was
coming to her more often with each Contemplation period.  Still, when the
Discussion period came, she hadn't forgotten about the question that had
come to her during Health.  To her surprise, the voice spent quite a while
asking her a variety of questions, after informing her that she wouldn't be
punished for the answers she gave.  She answered each question the best she
could, and when prompted, explained the reasoning behind her answers.  She
figured they were close to the end of the period when the voice asked her
"Is there anything that you would like to know before we finish?" "Yes,
Master." "Ask." "Master, while I was exercising during Health, I could not
remember enough of the exercises that we did in my physical education
classes.  Would it be possible for me to be reminded of them, or learn new
ones?" "It is possible.  But you have not yet earned the right for such
teaching.", she was told.  Damn!  she thought to herself.  I guess I just
get used to doing the same old stuff.  As if reading her mind  -" something
she considered quite possible after her first meeting with a Master  -" the
voice told her "We have told you that you must keep moving during your
Health period.  We did not tell you HOW you must move." With the apparent
end of Discussion, she stretched out and waited for her meal  -" and
thinking about what the voice had told her.  After a bit, she realized that
she'd been told in a left-handed kind of way that she wasn't limited to
just doing the exercises and stretches she remembered from school, nor was
she expected to perform them only a certain way.  That made her realize
that even the things she half-remembered were open to her, and the things
she hadn't liked doing could be changed around to suit her.  She was
feeling slightly chipper when the Signal sounded for her Meal.  She was a
little disappointed to see that all she was being given was her food bar,
and found herself wondering what kind of reward she could be getting that
wasn't edible as she filled her belly.

   He had to admit that he'd been caught off guard by her question about
exercises.  He'd seen the boredom on her face, and simply chalked it up to
the same tedium he felt when he did such things.  That she'd thought to ask
about it, though, pleased him.  He continued to watch her after the
Discussion period, and saw as she puzzled her way through the comment he'd
made.  He didn't expect that she had any idea that her emotions and
thoughts reflected so clearly on her face, making it easy for him.  He'd
deliberately left his comment somewhat enigmatic in an attempt to encourage
her to work the logic and meaning of it herself  -" and judging from the
pleased expression her face, she had.  He couldn't help smiling to himself
at the look on her face when all she received for supper was another
survival ration; when she found out what her reward was going to be, it
would just make the surprise that much greater...

   She heard the Signal for the start of her Relaxation period, and was
wondering what she could do when the panel slid open again.  She went over
to retrieved the things that were inside  -" a bucket of water, and a
plastic bin with a piece of terry cloth inside it.  She started to pull the
terry cloth out of the bin, and as she did, she heard something fall on the
floor.  It took her a few seconds to spot it.  She picked it up and
discovered that it was a small piece of soap.  She'd been isolated in the
room long enough by that point that the things she'd just been given simply
didn't connect for her.  Bin.  Soap.  Terry cloth.  Water...  What?  Terry
cloth.  Soap.  Bin.  Water.  No, nothing there...  Soap.  Terry cloth. 
Water.  Bin.  Better, but still not quite...  Water.  Terry cloth.  Bin. 
Soap.  That wasn't it...  Soap.  Bin.  Terry cloth.  Water.  Closer, but
still not...  Water.  Bin.  Soap.  Terry cloth...  that somehow felt almost
right...  Soap.  Water.  Bin.  Terry cloth.  She thought that was it, but
...  Soap, water, bin.  Terry cloth.  Soap, water.  Bin.  Terry cloth.  She
could start to feel the excitement of knowing she almost had it...  Soap
and water.  Bin.  Terry cloth.  Soap and water!  The bin, and a TOWEL!  She
was being rewarded with a bath!  Tears were streaming down her face as she
pulled the terry cloth  -" it unfolded to reveal that it was a towel  -"
out of the bin, revealing folded plastic underneath.  That confused her for
a few seconds until she realized that she was meant to use it to keep the
water from her bath  -" her bath!!   -" from wetting the floor.  With a
supreme effort, she got her excitement under control and took the plastic
out.  Unfolding it, she carefully spread it out before moving the bucket
and bin to the center of the area it covered.  She was tempted to leave the
towel where she'd dropped it, but decided that if she was being rewarded
with a bath  -" a BATH!   -" then she was going to be as neat and clean
about it as she could, to show her appreciation  -" which was tremendous.
She folded the towel again, and set it where it would be easy to reach
without risking dripping water on the rest of the floor.  After removing
the belt and sanitary napkin she was wearing, she moved to where she'd set
the water and bin and began washing.  She didn't know it, but she only had
two gallons of water  -" but she turned those two gallons of water and the
piece of soap into the happiest experience she thought she'd ever had. 
With no hair to wash, she had more than enough water to wash and rinse her
body, starting at her head and working her way down, always careful to make
sure as much of the runoff went into the bin as she could.  She didn't know
how much time she took  -" it was just over twenty minutes, actually  -"
but she delighted in every moment of it.  When she was done, almost
ecstatic at the feeling of her clean skin and the fresh scent of the soap,
she dried herself off before carefully pouring the used water  -" her
bathwater she thought to herself, delighted  -" into the bucket.  Then she
used the towel to dry the bin, and finally to soak up the odd bits of water
that had escaped despite her efforts to contain them.  She then moved the
bucket and bin over by the panel, and set her folded towel inside the bin.
She re-folded the sheet of plastic, careful not to damage it, and set it on
top of the towel.  She'd barely set the soap on top of the plastic so it
wouldn't stick to the towel when the panel opened again.  Happily, she put
everything inside  -" not the slightest bit concerned or embarrassed when
she realized that they had probably watched her the whole time she was
washing.  When the panel slid shut, she put on her belt and a new napkin
before she sat down on the floor again.  For the rest of the period, she
would occasionally take a small sniff of her hand or arm  -" and smile.

   He had watched her as she washed, amused at the obvious joy it brought
her, and more than a little aroused by the sight of her hands moving on her
soap-slickened body.  He'd nearly laughed as he'd watched her slowly making
the connection between the things she'd been given; the expression on her
face when she'd finally understood had been priceless!  Still, the
important thing was that she'd learned that doing what she'd been told,
despite whatever else she might have thought and felt, had resulted in
something happening that made her happy.  In a fashion, she'd discovered
the link between doing something she didn't like "now" resulting in a later
benefit.  A few more examples of that, and he figured she'd have the
connection made permanently.

   The Signal woke her up the next morning, and with her first deep breath,
she was reminded of the bath she'd had the night before  -" the faint scent
of the soap was still with her.  She couldn't help smiling at the memory,
and quickly went about getting ready for the rest of the day.  Breakfast
was the usual, and when she was given her water and toilet containers, she
also received another seven pads.  She'd only used five  -" six including
the fresh one she'd put on after waking up  -" and wondered what to do
about the surplus.  She finally settled on telling them about it when it
was time for Discussion.  Despite the happiness she felt at having been
able to wash  -" she'd realized that she was glad she hadn't noticed how
bad she smelled before  -" she continued having thoughts about how
ill-behaved she'd been creeping into her mind.  She tried to shove them
back out again, but it didn't do much good.  By the time Health period came
around, she was definitely feeling sad again.  Remembering what she'd
figured out before, she got a little more inventive about the various
activities she engaged in.  It was still early in her menstrual cycle,
though, so she wasn't inclined to get too enthusiastic; but she was still
tired  -" and feeling a little satisfied, to tell the truth  -" when the
Signal came for her to go back to Contemplation.  By the end of that,
though, she was starting to feel a bit depressed again, and was looking
forward to Training, and then Discussion, which would distract her from the
memories that kept coming back.  Her Training period consisted of being
told what kinds of things she would be expected to do once she had finished
her training; hearing what they were, she quickly realized that she already
knew how to do most of them  -" was used to doing them, in fact.  When
Discussion came, the first thing she did was to tell them that she wasn't
using as many pads as they were giving her; she was surprised when she was
told she should just go ahead and change them more often, if she wanted.

   He knew, of course, that she wasn't using as many of the sanitary
napkins as she was given; and he was pleased when she brought it up herself
after just the first day of using them.  He could see that she was
definitely feeling the effects of the audio program he was feeding into her
room; the way her shoulders slumped, the relative listlessness, and so on.
He figured that she would be ready for the next stage of things in a week,
perhaps a little longer.  Then things would definitely change for her.

   Over the next several days, she found herself getting progressively more
depressed as the memories of all the things she'd done to people kept
coming back to her  -" and worse, she couldn't help thinking about what it
must have been like for them from their perspective.  She thought about the
way her different friends, and even their families, had tried to help her;
and how she'd lied to them, and stolen from them, and used them to get
things that she wanted but didn't NEED.  The guilt and shame of it all wore
heavily on her, steadily eating away at her confidence and self-respect. 
Even the memory of her bath failed to lift her spirits.  One day, during
Discussion, she said "Master, there is something that I have been thinking
about, and I feel like I have to tell you about it." "What is it you would
say?" "I have been thinking about all of the things that I did before I was
given to you, and I am ashamed.  There were so many people that tried to
help me, and I treated them so badly!  I stole things, I lied to people,
and so much more to so many people.  I understand now why I was given to
you, and I know that they did the right thing.  But I did so many bad
things, I'm afraid that won't be able to change the way I know I should. 
Please, Master  -" can you teach me to be a better person?"  -" and with
that, she felt the tears begin streaming down her face as she sat there,
ashamed of what she'd confessed.

   Eight days.  It had taken her just eight days to go from the
near-ecstasy she'd experienced from something as simple as a bath, to where
she was now.  The man was pleased.  Not at the obvious suffering she was
experiencing, but at the fact that now he could begin the next part of her
training.  He didn't like having to bring her to the point where she was
now, but knew that it was still necessary if she was to change into someone
better able to fit into society  -" and more to the point, someone that
would meet his needs.  He told her "It is good that you have come to accept
that you are here because of what you have done.  Do you really want to
change?" and heard her impassioned answer "Oh, yes, Master!" "Then you do
not need to worry.  As long as you want to learn the things that we will
teach you here, you will change from what you were." "Really, Master?" she
asked.  The desperation in her voice made him reluctant to do so, but he
still set the transmitter for the collar she was wearing to its lowest
setting before giving her a brief punishment, and hearing her soft gasp. 
Then he told her "We told you that you would change; it is not for you to
question whether we will actually do it.  That is why you were punished. 
But we also understand that you feel remorse for your previous actions, so
the punishment was mild.  Do you understand?" "Yes, Master", she replied.
"Do you think the punishment we just gave you was fair, and deserved?" he
asked.  "Yes, Master." He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and told
her "If you are able to understand that the punishment was for something
you did, and accept that it was fair, then you have started to change from
the person you were to the kind of person you should be.  Now we can begin
to teach you HOW to be that kind of person."

   Even as she'd asked the question, she'd known that she was going to be
punished for it  -" but had been unable to stop herself.  That the
punishment had been as small and brief as it was had surprised her; the
explanation of why it had been so had actually made her think that they
were being fair: SHE had broken the rules they'd given her, and she'd been
punished for it  -" but they'd understood that she'd done it only because
she was so upset, and had only punished her enough to remind her of the
rule.  Following that thought, it occurred to her that she had only been
punished when she had actually broken a rule; otherwise, they hadn't hurt
her.  Even when they'd wanted her clothes, all they did was refuse to give
HER something until she gave THEM something.  And they'd even given her
rewards when she'd done well  -" like the piece of chocolate after that
first Health period, and the bath after she'd done what she was already
supposed to do when the Master came to see her.  With that, she realized
that they already WERE starting to change her from the spoiled brat she'd
been when she first got there  -" and felt no small measure of relief.  As
terrible as she thought  -" KNEW  -" she'd been, and as bad as she felt
about it, they were still helping her learn to change.  And that knowledge
gave her a small, faint hope that things would be different for her.

   He was watching her on the monitor, and could see the different thoughts
and emotions playing themselves out on her face  -" and waited patiently
until he saw her expression settle into something like satisfaction before
he told her "Now that you are ready to pay attention to what we have to
tell you, you will find that we are not unkind.  As you learn the lessons
that we have to teach you, you will be rewarded.  Before, you sought to
avoid being punished for being bad; now you will want to do good for the
rewards that it will bring you.  Do you understand the difference?" He
watched as she considered it for a few seconds before she answered "I think
so, Master." "Explain to us." "Until I was given to you, I'd steal things
from stores and hope that I wasn't caught; since I've been here, I've
gotten rewards because I did the things I was supposed to.  Then, I was
trying not to be seen because I was doing a bad thing, and now I want to be
seen because I'm trying to do good things.  It's like there's a middle,
where people aren't watching me because I'm not doing anything.  I didn't
want people to know what I was doing when I did negative things like lying
and stealing, and now I want to do positive things and I don't care if
people see because what I'm doing IS good.  It's like the whole thing is
exactly backwards from the way it was." she answered, after a few seconds.
He told her "That is correct", and he could see the happiness on her face
at having gotten it right, just as a child in school would be pleased at a
kind word from a teacher.  Well, that's what she was, he supposed.  He then
said to her "You have done well to tell us that you were bothered by your
thoughts, and to have learned the things that you have.  We know that this
has been difficult for you, so we shall give you a reward for what you have
done.  Is there anything else that you would speak to us about?" "No,
Master." "Very well.  This will be the end of Discussion." he told her.

   While the idea of receiving another reward pleased her, the thing that
truly settled her mind was the simple relief of having been able to
unburden herself about the shame and regret she felt about all she'd done
to people.  Then to be told that she WAS starting to change, and learning
to be better...  Well, that was enough to keep her happy for the rest of
the evening.  When it was time for her Meal, she was surprised to see that
there was a small bowl with her food bar  -" she picked it up and
discovered that it was actually warm; sniffing it, she discovered that it
was beef broth  -" and felt her mouth begin to water.  Removing her food
bar, she stood for a few moments trying to decide whether she wanted to
drink the broth first because it smelled so good, or save it for afterwards
 -" and finally settled on drinking it AS she ate the food bar.  Sitting
down carefully so she didn't spill it, she took a small sip of the broth 
-" delicious!   -" then took a bite of the bar.  Back and forth she went,
using a small sip of the broth to wash down each bite of the ever-tasteless
food bar.  By the time she'd finished the bar, she still had a little of
the broth left; not as warm as when she'd gotten it, of course, but still
delightful as she savored the last little bit she'd been able to drain from
the bowl.  When the panel slid open, she gladly put the empty bowl in it 
-" grateful for even that simple addition to her diet.

   The man watched as she ate her evening meal, certain that she wouldn't
detect the small dose of tranquilizer that he'd added to the broth he'd
given her.  He knew from experience that it was tasteless, and the excuse
of rewarding her for "coming clean" about her obviously deepening
depression about her previous actions and how they'd affected people was
the perfect opportunity to do what he needed to prepare her for the next
stage.  He knew from his training that there the truly tasteless
tranquilizers were all fairly slow to act, and he waited patiently for it
to take effect.  There was still a bit over half an hour before her sleep
period began when she finally gave in to the slowly increasing desire to
sleep.  He waited another hour just to make sure before he got up to begin
his task.  Opening the door to her room, he went inside and gave her a
small injection in one of her cute little ass cheeks.  The so-called "truth
serum" he gave her was actually just a chemical that affected the higher
levels of the mind  -" essentially making it impossible for her to think
well enough to come up with lies.  But the secondary effect of it  -" which
was what he was using it for  -" also made the person it was used on
extremely receptive to any commands given to them by someone.  As he waited
the few minutes he knew the chemical would need before it took effect, he
took the opportunity to touch her  -" softly caressing her ass and gently
stroking her breasts, watching as her nipples slowly erected in response to
his touch.  Enjoying the feel of her skin under his touch, he gave the drug
a couple of extra minutes to take effect before he began speaking to her.
Between the tranquilizer and the serum, she was easily as receptive as he'd
hoped she'd be.  The only thing that slowed him down was the necessity of
phrasing his instructions in the simplest terms possible: just as she would
be unable to think well enough to invent lies, she was equally unable to
think well enough to understand anything but the most basic commands.  But
by repeating them several times, he was able to get the ideas and
instructions implanted in her mind well enough for his needs.  It wouldn't
be the last time that he'd have to "adjust" her through her subconscious,
but this was the time that would make the others relatively easy.  It was
nearly an hour and a half before he was satisfied that she had accepted all
the programming he'd put into her.  Once he was satisfied, though, he
finished up by giving her a few commands that would ensure she woke up
feeling refreshed.  All she would have as a side effect would be a slight
headache from the chemicals; and even that would quickly disappear once her
body started moving and finished metabolizing them.  With a final soft
caress of her cheek, he stood up and left her room, carefully securing the
door behind him.  Back at the small "control center" where he had a
computer set up to play the video streams from the four cameras in the room
and the concealed microphone, he changed the settings on the small program
he'd written to play the audio tracks.  When he was done, she had started
hearing  -" unconsciously, at least  -" a different type of input: instead
of the questions and comments designed to break her spirit, she was now
receiving instructions that would slowly and progressively build her back
up into the personality that he wanted.  There was still a long ways to go,
but she'd turned the corner, so to speak.  Now, instead of the unpleasant
task of breaking her down, he was putting her back together again  -"
something he was much happier about.

   When she woke up, she knew it was because of the Signal, and she quickly
sat up to forestall being punished.  As she waited for her breakfast, she
could feel a small headache  -" but it wasn't anywhere near bad enough to
keep her from feeling more rested and refreshed than she'd felt for a long
time.  She could only chalk it up to the relief she felt at what had
happened the day before; just knowing that she was going to be changing the
way she treated other people and lived her life was an immense load off her
mind.  She even found herself looking forward to what was coming, and
silently swore to herself that she was going to pay attention so that she
would change.  She discovered that she was actually anxious to get out of
there  -" not because it was such a bad place, but simply so she could
start showing whoever she was given to how good she had become.  But of
course, she still had to learn, first  -" and she was eager to get started.

   Other than the headache, that morning set the pattern for the next few
weeks for her: waking up in the morning feeling fresh, and eager to start
the day.  During her contemplation periods, her thoughts changed from
feeling bad about the recollections of what she'd done to people, to what
she could and SHOULD do if or when those kinds of situations came up again.
During her Health period, she found herself a little more enthusiastic
about what she was doing  -" thinking to herself that if she was going to
be given to someone, she wanted to be as fit and healthy and pleasing to
them as she could be  -" including how she looked.  Her Training and
Discussion times quickly became her favorites: she paid close attention to
what was said during Training, almost memorizing what she was told.  Then,
during Discussion, she was eager to question how she could apply the things
she was learning.  Along the way, she made some mistakes, and was punished
for them  -" and each time it happened, she took a few moments to remind
herself that she'd been punished because SHE had done something wrong.  She
never "beat herself up" over it, but she didn't grant herself absolution,
either; she simply accepted her punishments as deserved, learned from them,
and went on.  It was at the end of a Discussion period when she was told
"During your next Contemplation, you will be visited by a Master.  During
the Contemplation after that, there will be a Mentor that wishes to see
you. Be ready."

   And she WAS ready when she heard the signal the next day; she
immediately took her position in the corner and waited.  It seemed like
several minutes went by, but she continued to wait  -" she had heard the
signal that meant she was going to have a visitor, and she hadn't been told
she could go back to where she'd been sitting.  Finally, the door opened
and a Master came in.  This one didn't seem to be quite as tall or big as
she remembered the other being  -" but it (he?) still had the silver shield
where a face would be, and all the rest.  She was nervous as hell, but kept
control of herself as the Master walked over to stand in front of her.  The
voice was the same, though, when she was told "Stand", and quickly
complied. It reached up and put a hand on her shoulder, and she felt a
slight pressure; it took her only a second to realize that it wanted her to
go someplace.  She moved in response to the gentle pressures on her
shoulder until she was standing roughly in the middle of her room.  After
telling her "Hold there", it went behind her; a few seconds later, she felt
it touching the insides of her arms.  She lifted them in response, and felt
the touch continue until both arms were held straight out from her
shoulders.  Since the last instruction she'd received had been "hold
there", she kept her arms held out  -" and a few moments later, felt it
reaching around her.  She started to get nervous, then realized that it had
only passed something from one hand to the other; that was soon followed by
the feeling of something light and narrow encircling her body right under
her arms for a few moments.  Then the feeling stopped, only to resume
around her bust.  A few moments later, it moved again, to her body again,
right under her tits  -" and only then did she realize that she was
apparently having her clothing sizes measured.  Even though her shoulders
were starting to get tired, she continued to hold her arms out while it
continued to take measurements of her.  By the fifth one, she was sure that
it was for clothing sizes  -" though WHY she was being measured wasn't as
clear.  Obviously, they were planning on giving her clothes, but she didn't
have any expectation that she was anywhere near being ready to be given to
a Mentor yet.  When it was done with the measurements of her body, it
touched the outsides of her arms briefly and told her "Down".  Relieved,
she slowly lowered them, letting them simply hang at her sides as they
usually did.  The Master moved in front of her, and knelt down to take the
measurements of her legs  -" and to her surprise, her feet, as well.  When
it stood again, it was towering over her, it's face looking down at her. 
She started to get nervous again before it asked her "You do not fear us?"
Her mouth was dry, but she managed to answer "It is not the Master that I
fear." A couple of seconds went by before it said "Explain" Hesitantly, she
told it "I- I'm not afraid the Master will hurt me.  I just don't want to
make a mistake and displease the Master." Several seconds went by before it
told her "Explain more." She had to lick her lips to wet them before she
could say "I am punished when I make mistakes, and that is right.  But I
want to please the Master because it is what I should do, not because I
don't want to be punished." Several more seconds ticked by, and she was
starting to get nervous again when it told her "We are pleased at what you
have learned.  You speak well, and correctly.  We shall speak to the
others. When we are gone, you will return to what you were doing." It stood
there for a bit longer before turning and going out, closing the door
behind it.  Relieved, she went back to sitting where she was supposed to.
She had barely cooled off from the exercise during her Health period when
she heard the Visitor signal again.  She didn't hesitate to move to the
corner, and kneel, looking at the floor as she'd been told to.  When the
door opened, she could see that the person wasn't dressed quite the same as
a Master: the color of the robe was different, and the sleeves were secured
around their wrists, leaving their glove covered hands visible.  She could
also see that instead of the silvery shield that Masters had, the Mentor
had what looked like some kind of stiff black cloth.  They came in, and she
saw that they had one of those little whips like you saw people riding
horses holding.  When they got over in front of her, the voice that she
heard was obviously disguised, but they still didn't sound anything like
the Masters.  They stood in front of her for a few moments before the hand
with the little whip thingy  -" she thought it was called a crop, but
wasn't sure  -" came forward far enough to put the little loop at the end
of it under her chin.  She felt a slight pressure, and lifted her head in
response until she was looking up into the "face" of her visitor.  After a
moment, she heard them say "Oh, yes...  a very pretty little girlie!".  She
wasn't sure she liked the sound of that, but kept her silence.  The the
figure told her "Stand up, girlie  -" stand up, and let us have a look at
you." When she was standing, she lowered her head again, and waited as the
figured moved around behind her.  She felt the soft end of the whip tracing
down her back, then along the crack of her ass  -" and then heard a quick
swishing sound before she felt the pain of the whip across her butt.  A
second later, it happened again before she was asked "Like that, girlie? 
Does a little pain make your blood run hot?" Struggling to hold back the
tears, she managed to answer "I'm sorry, Master, but what you do only
hurts." Even with their voice disguised, she could hear the disappointment
when they said "Pity." Then, to her horror, she felt the end of the whip
slip between her legs, softly rubbing against the opening of her vagina  -"
she managed not to show it, but she was terrified that whoever it was going
to hit her THERE, too.  But after a few moments, she felt it leave her
privates and slide down the inside of her thigh before going away.  The
figure reappeared on the other side of her, and she could see as the end of
the whip came up, and the figure used the little loop at the end of it to
toy with her nipples.  She heard them ask "Perhaps here?", but from the
tone, she knew that she wasn't expected to answer  -" and doubted that she
could have, anyway, her fear was so strong.  After a bit, the end of the
whip left her breast and traced a path down her body, ending at where she
had started growing pubic hair again  -" though her cleft was still
visible. There, they rubbed the end of the whip against where her clit was
a few times before letting it fall away again.  They moved to stand in
front of her again, and asked her "So, girlie  -" think you would like to
come home with us?  Have a little fun, perhaps?" Somehow, thankfully, she
managed to keep the horror she felt at that idea out of her voice as she
evenly answered "That isn't for me to choose, Master." Again, she could
hear the disappointment when the figure said "True.  Too bad, really."
before telling her "Go ahead and sit down again, girlie." She couldn't
completely stop the soft moan of pain as the act of sitting again fanned
the flames of pain from where the whip had been used on her ass.  When she
was looking at the floor again, she heard the figure say "Such a shame...
so pretty..." before turning and leaving.  Only when the door was closed
and a full five minutes  -" which she carefully counted off  -" had gone by
did she dare to move back to where she'd been sitting.  When she woke up
from her Sleep, she wasn't surprised to discover a pair of distinct welts
across her butt, where she'd been struck.  She had no idea who the person
was that had done that to her; but she was quite certain that she didn't
want to be anywhere near them, EVER.  The thought that she could
conceivably be given to someone like that only served to make her want to
do anything and everything she could to avoid that happening.  It was a
couple of cycles later and the nearly the end of Discussion when she was
told "The Master that measured you has spoken, and it has been decided that
you have done well enough to be promoted." She answered "Thank you,
Master", and several seconds went by before the voice asked her "Do you not
want to know what a promotion means for you?  Or when it will happen?"
"Forgive me, Master.  I know that if the Masters think that I've earned any
reward, then it will be what they believe is fair.  I also trust that if
the Masters wish to promote me, then it will happen when the Masters think
the time is right.  I am content to learn what the Masters teach me, so
that I can be good when the Masters think that I am ready to leave here."
She thought that Discussion was over, when the voice told her "Yes, you are
learning very well, as the other Master said.  We shall see to it that you
receive your promotion soon.  If you have no questions?" "None, Master."
"Then Discussion is finished." There wasn't anything special with her meal,
and she didn't notice the faint discoloration of the food bar; she'd long
since stopped paying any attention to it other than to eat it.  As was
expected, she quietly nodded off ahead of her regular Sleep period.

   When he went inside her room, the first thing the man did was to give
her the injection of the serum.  The second was to treat the welts he'd
left on her ass.  Despite what she thought  -" which the expression on her
face had made clear  -" he'd gotten no pleasure or satisfaction from what
he'd done.  If anything, he regretted striking her as hard as he had; but
it was done, and there wasn't any changing what had happened.  All he could
do now was to treat the wounds so they would heal faster and not cause her
as much discomfort.  By the time he was finished, enough time had passed
that he knew the serum had taken effect.  Again, he was patient as he went
through the additional instructions he had for her.  She readily accepted
them, so it wasn't long before he was able to give her the final commands
for her to go back to sleep.  When she had, he injected her with another
tranquilizer to make sure that she stayed completely unconscious while he
worked.  Because he'd planned ahead, it was only a matter of a couple hours
work for him to remove the appropriate sections of indoor/outdoor carpet
and install the small combined toilet and shower area that he'd bought from
a camper/RV store in the next state.  The drains for the shower and toilet
were already in place, and took only a moment to secure.  After the
fiberglass toilet/shower combo was in place, it was only another half hour
to put up the Plexiglas wall and doorway that would not only contain the
shower spray, but give her the illusion of some privacy due to their
translucence.  In fact, the walls of the shower area would block the view
of the camera in the farthest corner, and partially obstruct the two in the
near corners  -" but not the one mounted in the corner over head.  When he
was done, he checked to make sure everything was securely fastened, then
that he'd removed all traces that anything had happened in the room.  On
his way out, he moved the couple of sanitary napkins she still had, along
with the belt, to give her reason to believe that she'd been physically
moved before taking her toilet and water containers with him.  There was a
small spigot on the shower wall where she would be able to draw water, and
he'd left her a medium-sized plastic glass to drink from.  Closing the door
behind him, he secured it, then disposed of the two containers.  Back
outside her room, he reversed the panel that blocked her view of the area
right outside the room, so that she would see a different color and think
she was in a different place.  The last thing he had to do was go around to
the other side and connect the plumbing fixtures  -" a matter of just a
couple of minutes.  He went ahead and hooked up both hot and cold water
lines, but left the hot turned off  -" she still had more to learn, after
all.  Finally, he put her food bar in the transfer area and secured the
outside panel; the computer program he had running would open the inner
panel at the appropriate time  -" meaning that he wouldn't have to get up
early to feed her.  One final check of everything, and he headed up to his
own bed.

   She woke up at the Signal, and sat up with another faint headache.  She
started to reach for her water to get a drink, but the jug didn't seem to
be where she'd left it.  It was only when she looked around to see where it
was that she realized she wasn't where used to be: in the corner there
was...  well, it looked like...  a shower?  Hardly daring to believe it
could be true, she got up and went over to it, it was only a moment's
examination to locate the door, and when she opened it, she couldn't
believe her eyes: not only did it look like a shower  -" with a small sink
underneath the taps  -" but there seemed to be...  a toilet, too!  Not
believing anything was going to happen, she reached over and turned the
handles under the shower  -" and was amazed when water came of out of the
faucet over the small sink.  Looking closer, she could see a small handle
on the wall, and how the arrow on it was pointed down; it took her a few
moments to realize that if she turned it so the arrow pointed up...  the
shower would work!.  She could only stand there for several seconds,
wondrous at her good fortune, before she remembered to turn the water off.
She reached for the handle to the toilet, unable to resist hoping that it
would work, too  -" only to have her wildest dreams come true when she
heard it flush.  Looking around at her incredible good fortune, she spotted
what looked like a recessed panel.  After a few moments of fiddling with
it, she figured out that it slid upwards  -" and inside the recess it
covered there was an entire roll of toilet paper.  Looking back over at the
sink again, she saw something she'd missed the first time: there was a
small recess in the wall, and sitting inside was a plastic glass  -" easily
four times the size of the paper cup that she'd gotten used to drinking
from.  She couldn't stop the trembling in her hands as she took the glass
and carefully put it under the faucet over the sink and turned the water
on. When the glass was half full, she turned the water off and drank.  It
was just water, but she didn't think she'd ever had anything that tasted
better!  She was still inside the enclosure when she heard the Signal that
it was time to eat  -" she was so enraptured by what she had that she
nearly didn't make it to the locker before the door closed.  Filling her
glass  -" HER GLASS!   -" again, she sat on the floor and nibbled her way
through her food bar, smiling broadly every time she took a sip from her
glass to wash down what she'd just eaten.  When it was time for Grooming,
she wanted to take a shower so badly, but she didn't have any soap or
anything to dry herself with.  But being able to actually SIT on a toilet
to void her bowels and empty her bladder was almost as good.  When she was
done, and flushed it, she couldn't help giggling in happiness at the sound
of the running water.  She'd finished her exercises and was walking around
the room to cool off from them when the voice told her "At the end of each
Health period, you are allowed to clean yourself off with a brief shower.
If you spend too much time, the water will be shut off.  During your
Grooming time, you are permitted to take longer to clean yourself; but
again, if you take too long, we will turn off the water.  Do you
understand?" "Yes, Master.  Thank you!" There was a brief pause before she
was told "We prefer to teach by rewarding good behavior, rather than
punishing bad.  You are doing well so far; continue, and you will be
rewarded even more." With that, the panel opened; when she looked inside,
she saw that she'd been given not only a towel, but a bar of soap.  With
her new treasures in her hands, she practically danced over to take a
shower.

   The man couldn't help smiling at the sheer joy that she was getting from
being able to take a shower  -" even if it was just a cold one, as she was
discovering, but not seeming to mind.  The computer had control of a
solenoid, and once she turned the water on, she'd only be allowed five
minutes to rinse off from her exercise before the water shut off again. 
She would be limited to fifteen minutes in the mornings.  As he watched, he
was glad to see that the treatment he'd given the marks on her butt were
already starting to look like they were fading.  Certainly, she didn't act
as though they were bothering her as much as they had.

   She was roughly halfway through her Contemplation when she heard the
Signal for a visitor.  Even though she hadn't been told to expect one, she
immediately did as she'd been told when the Signal sounded.  She was
kneeling with her head bowed, and saw the door open.  She noticed that the
wall behind the figure she saw was a different color; obviously, she'd been
moved while she was asleep.  She was starting to wonder how they'd done
that when the person came into the room, moving to stand a couple feet in
front of her.  Though noticeably smaller, this one appeared to be dressed
pretty much the same as the first Visitor had been  -" minus the whip, she
was happy to see, and wearing different gloves.  The voice was different,
too, when she was told "Okay, sweetcheeks, on your feet." When she was
standing, he (she couldn't really tell the gender, but didn't figure women
would have much interest in her) told her "That's a good start  -" but
spread your feet more; I wanna be able to reach the good stuff." That
didn't sound real promising to her, but she did as she was told  -" only to
be surprised when he took a step forward and reached down to put his hand
between her legs.  It was only through a tremendous exercise of self
control that all she did was stand there and accept his touch.  After a few
moments, the hand moved from between her legs, only to go to her breast,
which he then squeezed  -" almost painfully hard.  A minute later, he
started moving around her, his hand wandering all over her body, as though
he were inspecting a piece of meat.  When he was behind her, she heard him
say "Okay, sweetcheeks  -" bend over and spread 'em." It took her a second
to realize what she was expected to do, and summoning her courage she did
it: bending over at the waist and using her hands to spread her ass  -"
exposing herself to him completely.  She felt his hand on the small of her
back for a moment, then it moved down, where she felt one gloved finger
prodding at her anus.  She heard the cloth rustle, and realized that he had
either squatted or bent over so that he could look even closer at her  -"
and with that, she understood that all her visitor was looking at, or for,
was a living, breathing sex toy.
After a bit, she heard the rusting again before he said "Okay, stand up

again." When she did, she felt his gloved hand on her ass; he gave one side
a few none-too-gentle squeezes, then slapped her ass before saying "Very
good  -" nice and tight!" From the corner of her eye, she could see him
starting to move back around in front of her, making her feel all the more
like she was just some thing that he was looking at, and not a person. 
When he was almost in front of her again, he reached up and traced the
outline of her lips with one gloved finger  -" she hoped it wasn't the one
he'd used to poke at her rectum.  His hand fell to his side, and he told
her "On your back, honey, and open up, just like for the doctor." She
couldn't help blushing as she moved to lie down, then bending and spreading
her legs, much as she'd done for the few visits she'd had to a
gynecologist. The figure knelt down, and reached out to spread her vaginal
lips, looking at her closely for several moments before standing up again
and telling her "On your feet again." When she was standing, he asked her
"What's the biggest cock you've ever had?" Blushing again, she answered "I-
I haven't had any, Master.  I'm...  I'm a virgin." She could hear the
surprise in his voice, despite the disguising of it, when he asked "No
shit? You're a real, live virgin?  You've never fucked anybody?" "It's
true, Master." "Oh, I get it  -" you're a dyke, right?  A Lezzie?" "No,
Master.  I've never been with a girl, either." "Well, FUCK me.  Never been
fucked." She shook her head, and he asked "Ever sucked a guy off?  Given
one a handjob?  Taken it in the ass, maybe?" Blushing furiously, she shook
her head again before answering "Nothing like that, Master" "Oh, this could
be good.  A cutie pie like you, and a three-hole virgin to boot!  Oh, man,
the fun I could have with you...  mmm, mmm, mmm!" He seemed to consider
something then, and asked "Have you at least gotten yourself off?  You
know, done yourself?  Until you came?" Glad she was looking at the floor,
she admitted that she had.  "Okay, you've got it, you just haven't used it
for anything yet.  Well, that won't last long if I get you, sweetcheeks! 
Go ahead and sit down again.  When I'm gone, go back to whatever it was you
were doing." "Yes, Master", she answered, relieved that he would be leaving
soon, as she moved to kneel down again.  He watched her for a few more
moments, then she heard him say "Oh, man  -" I didn't think I could GET
this lucky!" before he turned and left, closing the door behind him.  Once
she was sure he was gone, she went back to Contemplation, silently hoping
that someone else would be interested in her, too.

   The man watched her, waiting to see how she would react to her latest
"visitor"  -" himself, of course, in another of the disguises he had.  He'd
deliberately done everything he could to embarrass her, and try to make her
feel ashamed; judging from the number of times she'd blushed, and the
expressions he'd seen on her face, he'd done a pretty good job of it, too.
But she'd kept herself under control in the ways it mattered, which
actually impressed him a bit: he'd halfway expected her to break down and
cry in response to the treatment he'd given her.  He could see that she
wasn't happy about what had happened; but she wasn't doing or saying
anything about it, either.  After a while, he decided she probably wasn't
going to do or say anything  -" unless, perhaps, it was during a Discussion
period.

   It was a few weeks later, and she was in her morning Contemplation when
she heard the Visitor Signal.  She quickly took her place, and was waiting
in the proper position when the door opened.  She saw that it wasn't a
Master coming to see her  -" the figure outside was wearing the same type
of robe as her previous Visitors had been.  When he came in, she figured he
was probably close to average in height and size.  Even with her head
bowed, she was able to watch him walk forward until he was standing right
in front of her.  As she expected, the voice was disguised when he told her
"Stand up, please." He was the first to say "Please" to her, and she was
curious to know what else he would do or say as she moved to do as he'd
said.  When she was standing, she got the distinct impression he was
looking at her face when she heard him ask "Are you being treated well
here?" "Master, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how to answer your question."
"Okay, let me rephrase it, then.  You're not being beaten, or shocked with
cattle prods, or abused in some other way?" "Oh, no, Master!  When I've
been bad, they've punished me with this"  -" she gestured to the box on her
neck- " but they don't physically hurt me.  I've been punished only a few
times, and each time it happened, it was explained to me what I did wrong
so I'd know not to do it again.  I don't think that I've had to be punished
twice for the same mistake." "You're getting enough food?  Water?" "Oh,
yes, Master.  There's a glass and water tap in the shower area, and I'm fed
twice a day." He started to walk around her, and she could somehow tell
that he was looking her over  -" only she felt like he was doing it
differently than the last one had.  She wasn't quite sure why, but she got
the impression she was being looked at to make sure she was okay; instead
of as being something to be played with, and used.  The next thing she was
asked was "You're allowed to wash yourself, and exercise every day?" "I am,
Master." "Tell me when." "After my morning meal, I shower to get clean. 
Then after my exercise period, I'm allowed to rinse myself off again." The
visitor walked over to her shower area, and opened the door to look in,
then shut it again before saying "I see you have soap, too.  Is that what
you use to wash your hair, too?" "Yes, Master." "Why do you keep calling me
Master?" "When I first arrived, I was told to call everyone Master,
Master." "But I'm not one of the ones that runs this place  -" they wear a
different getup than this." "Yes, Master  -" but I have not been told to
use any other name to speak to my visitors." "Other people have been in
here to see you?  Tell me about them." Afraid, she answered "I- I don't
know if I'm allowed to do that, Master." "And you don't know that you
aren't allowed, either, do you?" "No, Master, that's true." "Then tell me.
I'll tell the ones running this place I told you to, so you don't get in
any trouble." She considered it for a few moments, then finally told him "I
have had two other visitors, Master.  The first one hit me on my...  butt,
with a small whip, and wanted to know if it...  excited me.  I think he was
disappointed when I told him that all it did was hurt.  The second visitor
I had seemed more interested in my body, and my...  my sexual parts.  He
asked me questions about whether I've had sex, and seemed very... 
interested when I told him that I am a virgin." Even through the voice
disguising, she could hear the surprise when her visitor asked "You're a
virgin?  How old are you?" "Yes, Master, I'm a virgin.  The last birthday I
remember, I turned sixteen." The next question came as something of a
surprise: "What do you want to do when you leave here?"
"I want to do whatever I can to make the person I'm given to happy,

Master." "Why are you here?" "Master, I was a very bad person before I came
here.  I drank, and used drugs, and stole from my friends, and from stores.
I did a lot of bad things to a lot of people, until I was brought here so I
could learn to be better." "And ARE you learning to be better?" "That
wouldn't be for me to say, Master.  All I can do is tell you that I'm
trying very hard to learn." She could tell that he was studying her when he
asked "Do you think you're pretty?" "My other two visitors said that I was,
Master." "I asked if YOU think you're pretty." "No, Master, I don't.  I
only hope that the one I'm given to will find me attractive enough for
them." He reached out and put his hand under her chin, tilting her head
back up before using his thumb to softly stroke her cheek.  His last
question was "And what is it that would make YOU happy?" "To know that what
I do pleases the one I am given to, Master." He gave her cheek one more
caress before withdrawing his hand and telling her "Go ahead and sit down
again, please.  When I'm gone, you should go back to whatever you were
doing when I got here." "Yes, Master", she answered, taking a seat again.
When she was situated, he turned and left, closing the door behind him. 
She got up and went to her sitting place, thinking about the visitor she'd
just had.  She didn't dare dream of being given to him  -" it was simply
too much to even think about, to be given to someone that seemed as kind
and gentle as he had been.  All she could do was hope that wherever she
went, the person would at least be like her last visitor.  At the beginning
of Discussion, she was told "We are informed that you told your visitor
that others have been to se you." "That's true, Master." "Why did you say
that?" "Because I was asked, Master." "Tell us." "The one who visited me
today asked why I called him Master, and I answered that I had been told to
call everyone that, Master.  I said that I had not been told to call
visitors anything else, and he asked if others had visited me.  I've been
told to be honest and truthful, so I said that I had.  He asked me to tell
him about the other visitors, and I told him that I wasn't sure I was
allowed to do that.  He said that I didn't know I wasn't allowed, either,
and said that I should tell him about them.  I have also been told to do
what I am told by Masters, so I did what he told me, and described what had
happened with my other visitors." "And if you have done the wrong thing?"
"Then I will be punished, Master." "Do you think it would be right for you
to be punished for that?" "That would be for the Master to decide", she
replied.  "Did your visitor say that he would take responsibility if he
told you to do something you were not supposed to?" "Yes, Master." "Why do
you not say that what he told you should excuse you from punishment if you
were wrong?" "Because he is a visitor, and not a Master, Master."
"Explain." "Master, I'm here because I'm still learning.  While I'm here, I
think that the authority of the Masters is more than the authority of a
visitor.  I tried to do what I've been told to, but if I made a mistake,
then it's for the Master to decide, not the visitor, or me."

   He was pleased with what he heard her saying.  Her reasoning of the
problem she'd faced was good, and she had done what she'd been told  -"
even if it meant she might be punished later.  She wasn't using the promise
of her visitor  -" him, in a different disguise  -" to try and get out of
any punishment, either.  It had been her call, she'd made it, and she was
ready to accept the consequences.  All she was doing was telling him what
she did, and why she did it  -" and leaving the decision of the right or
wrong of it up to him.  She'd pointed out  -" politely, but correctly  -"
that she hadn't been given instructions to handle the situation, but wasn't
using that as an excuse.  When he'd been in the room with her, she had told
him what had happened to her before  -" the facts of it, boiled down to
their basics  -" and given him a fairly reasonable description of the type
of character that he'd tried to come across as.  All in all, he figured
she'd done as well as she could have been expected to.  More important, she
wasn't trying to excuse herself from any punishment, or direct it anywhere
else  -" if she made a mistake, she was owning up to it.  She had been
learning well, too  -" she'd told her "visitor" that she was trying very
hard to learn, and from the Training and Discussion periods, he knew that
was true: she was trying, and doing fine.  She'd never complained about the
whip marks or the way she'd been treated by the other character he'd played
when he visited her; nor was she saying or doing anything to indicate that
even this last visit had any more significance to her than the others.  He
knew full well from the way she'd reacted that of the three characters he'd
played, she'd have been ecstatic to go with the last one, she wasn't
indicating any preference for one over another.  He'd particularly been
impressed with the answers she'd given when he'd asked what she'd do when
she left, and what would make her happy  -" those told him that the
reprogramming of her was coming along very well; perhaps even better than
he'd hoped.  Then, with a sudden flash of insight, he realized why she was
doing so well.  Despite the fact that she was 16 years old and the life
she'd been living, she was still a virgin: so while her calendar age was
higher, the fact that she was virginal meant that her emotional age wasn't
as far along.  In fact, that she'd been lying and stealing and all the
rest, instead of trying to find some kind of job, pointed toward lack of
emotional development, too.  Apparently, he'd gotten her in a transition
stage between "little girl" and "young woman".  Even more, he suspected
that he'd caught her at the tail end of that transition: she was
emotionally mature enough that she didn't respond to the training like a
child, but she was still sufficiently undeveloped that her emotional and
psychological processes could be molded without much difficulty.  He
realized that if her home life had been any different, she'd likely have
gotten enough discipline to bring her emotional and psychological
development up to match her calendar age  -" if not farther.  Damn!  To
have picked this girl, with her so-called home life, at this point in her
development...  If that was the case, then it opened up a LOT of
possibilities to him.  He thought of some things he could do to see if he
was right.  If he was...

   The room had been silent for a couple of minutes when the voice told her
"We shall consider what you have said, and what your visitor told us.  When
we decide what should happen with you, you shall be informed.  Until that
time, you should continue as you have." "Yes, Master", she answered.  She
didn't want to be punished, of course; but if she'd done something wrong,
she knew they would tell her so she didn't do it again.  With that out of
the way, the rest of the Discussion went pretty much as it usually did.

   She woke up the next morning with a little bit of a headache, but it was
gone by the time she finished eating.  When she went to take her morning
shower, she was delighted to discover that she had hot water available. 
Setting the temperature as high as she could stand it, she luxuriated under
the steaming spray as she washed.  She didn't have any visitors that day,
and during her Contemplation times, she found herself thinking about some
of the things that her visitors had said.  At the end of Discussion, the
voice told her "You will have found that we have rewarded you by letting
you have hot water when you wash.  You were put into a situation that your
training and instruction did not prepare you for, and it was decided that
you did as you were instructed.  Because you chose correctly in a situation
you were not prepared for, we have decided that you should be rewarded
instead of punished.  There will be additional rewards with your meal."
"Thank you, Master." "You do not need to thank us.  As we have told you, we
would prefer to reward the good than punish the bad.  You have done well,
so you are rewarded.  If you have no questions, Discussion is complete."
When it was time for her to eat, she was awed by all the treasures that she
was being given.  First, there was a mirror  -" a small one, to be sure,
but still a mirror.  And a comb!  She knew her hair was getting longer, but
she had just been slicking it back after she washed, to keep it out of her
face.  Now she could actually DO something with it!  Also with her food,
there were several sheets of paper stapled together.  She took that, and
her food bar, before the panel closed again.  She got herself a glass of
water, and as she started to eat, she looked at the papers  -" and
discovered that they were instructions on how to do some basic yoga
stretches.  Not knowing if or when she'd have to give them back, she set
them aside so that she didn't accidentally spill water or food on them, and
quickly finished her meal.  When she was done, she first tried to figure
out what to do about the mirror.  It had a couple of small brackets on the
back, but she couldn't see anyplace on the walls where she could hook them
-" until she looked at the walls of the shower.  She quickly went over and
hung the mirror on one of the shower walls  -" on the outside, so it
wouldn't get wet  -" and discovered that the brackets on the back of it
left it hanging at an angle that was almost perfect.  She didn't have any
kind of shelf or anything where she could put the comb, so she finally
settled on simply tucking it partway behind the mirror.  It stayed there,
out of the way, but was still easy to remove so she could use it.  With
those two items taken care of, she went back to the yoga instructions, and
spent the rest of her Relaxation reading them, and trying some of them out.
When she did, she could feel that some of her muscles were tight, and
understood that the exercises would help get her flexible and limber again.
It was when her Sleep period came that she got her final shock of the day:
after the Signal sounded, the lights in her room dimmed!  They didn't go
completely out, but it was easily only half as light in the room.  She'd
gotten so used to sleeping with all the lights on that she had a little
trouble getting to sleep in the relative dimness  -" but she did finally
drift off.

   She woke up the next morning before the Signal, and was briefly confused
by the dimness  -" until she remembered everything that had happened the
day before.  Feeling rested and content, she lay there for a while, happy
with the thought of having hot water to shower in, and a mirror and comb so
she could start taking care of her hair, and the yoga instructions that
would give her something more to do during Health.  She'd almost fallen
asleep again with those happy thoughts when the Signal sounded, and the
lights came on to full brightness.  She didn't have a moment's regret about
it, though  -" she simply got up and started her daily routine, just as she
had the day before  -" and the day before that, and the day before that,
and...  During her Contemplation time, she found her thoughts being crowded
with the same things as she'd wondered about the day before, and made a
note to herself to bring them up during Discussion.  When it was time for
Health, she did a few exercises to warm up before starting on the yoga
stretches  -" and was glad she did.  The instructions had been explicit
about not pushing them too hard, but she was still surprised at how little
real flexibility she had Still, she went through all the exercises,
carefully making sure she followed the instructions.  By the time she
finished them, she was beginning to have an appreciation for how people
could tie themselves up into knots.  She finished the period with another
bout of exercise, then rinsed herself off.  She had dried off, and was
walking around the room when she heard the sound for her afternoon
Contemplation.  With the resolution to speak to a Master about the thoughts
she'd had that morning, she didn't have any trouble keeping her mind free
for what she wanted to think about.  The Training period was as she'd come
to expect, though she was still careful to pay attention and remember the
things that she knew were important.  It was shortly after Discussion
started when she said "Master, there is something I've thought of that
bothers me." "What would that be?" "Master, the first two visitors I had
seemed to be very much interested in..  um, sex.  And even the last one was
surprised to know that I've never...  done that.  The thing that I started
thinking about is: am I expected to have sex with my Mentor?" "That would
depend on who you are given to.  One may expect it, another may want it,
and a third may not care." "And that is the thing that troubles me, Master.
I don't know anything about sex.  I mean, we had sex education classes in
school, so I've been told about the different things that can happen, like
catching diseases and having babies and such.  And I've seen, you know,
adult magazines and movies, so I've seen what people can do; but I don't
know anything about it myself.  I don't know what I should do, Master.  I
don't want to disappoint whoever I am given to if they want sex with me,
but from the way my visitors have acted, I think that my virginity is
somehow important to them." "We understand the problem you face.  We shall
consider it, and what should be done.  You have done well to bring this to
our attention." "Thank you, Master." With that, the rest of the Discussion
-" and her evening  -" passed as usual.

   He was extremely pleased with the way she'd brought up the problem she
was having.  As he'd watched her during the last couple of days, he could
see that something was on her mind, but he could only hope that it was what
he wanted it to be.  Now he knew that it was.  He'd been reluctant to
tranquilize her again, but had gone ahead and implanted some things deeply
into her subconscious.  Along with the idea that she should concern herself
about having sex with whoever she was given to, he'd embedded an even
deeper command that would make her susceptible to hypnosis  -" something
that he'd been reluctant to try because it was so dependent on a tacit
acceptance by the subject.  Hypnosis probably would have worked once she'd
started accepting the training, but doing it the first time would have been
time-consuming.  Going at it indirectly as he had greatly simplified the
process; as well as making the end result far more certain.  With her ready
acceptance of the "suggestion" that she should consider the subject of sex
with her Mentor, the more strongly implanted commands about responding to
hypnosis should be even more effective, he though to himself  -"
particularly with the audio tracks still being fed into her room.  As the
days and weeks had gone by, he'd slowly altered the nature of it from the
initial personality restructuring that he'd started with, to gradually
increasing the commitment she'd have for the one she was finally "given" to
 -" which would be himself; that was, after all, the whole point of the
process.  The only difficulty he faced  -" and it really wasn't all that
problematic  -" was initiating the process while she was awake.  In his
persona as a Master, he had to be as commanding and unapproachable as
possible; and  -" except when he was representing himself  -" any Visitor
or potential Mentor had to be undesirable to her, which excluded those
disguises as usable for the purpose.  Taking advantage of the malleability
in her personality that he'd discovered made it necessary to change the
plan  -" which was sufficiently flexible, itself, that that wouldn't be a
problem.  Particularly since the potential benefits so dramatically
outweighed the costs.

   Several days had gone by, and it was during her morning Contemplation
when she heard the tone that told her she had a visitor.  She quickly moved
to where she was supposed to be, and waited to see who it would be  -" and
more to the point, what they'd be like.  The person that came in was a
Visitor, not a Master, as evidenced by the robe they wore.  When they were
standing in front of her, and she heard them tell her "Stand up", she knew
that it was the second Visitor she'd had, come for a second visit.  She
wasn't as afraid of him as she'd been of the first  -" cruel  -" one, but
she wasn't happy, either.  But she kept her composure and did as she was
told.  By the time he left, she didn't think there was a square inch of her
body that he hadn't either touched, examined in minute detail, or both. 
He'd even stuck a gloved finger up her butt, which hadn't felt good at all!
Then, in the afternoon, she got another Visitor.  That one wasn't as
interested in her body as the other, but he was extremely fussy about what
she did, and how she did it: he'd corrected her posture, wanted her to walk
a certain way, didn't like her hair style (as if she had a choice!), said
her feet were too big, and just generally criticized everything about her.
That evening, during Training, she was told that the decision on who she
would be given to would be made soon.  She didn't react to that bit of
information, but in her mind, she silently dreaded the outcome: the only
one she'd been visited by twice was the one that just seemed to want her
body.

   The next afternoon, she was visited by someone that wanted to know about
the different kinds of housework that she'd done  -" and how she'd done it.
Each time she told them something, they made it clear that they had higher
expectations of how hard she'd be working, and how clean she'd be expected
to keep things.  She expected that she'd be doing that kind of work, and
was quite willing to try and make whoever she was given to happy  -" but
the expectations of her visitor still seemed a bit extreme.  It was the
following afternoon when she had another visitor  -" and quickly realized
that it was another visit from the one that had asked about her: whether
she was being treated well, and not being abused.  Again, he was kind and
gentle with her, and she eagerly answered all the questions he asked  -"
even if some of them did seem a little odd.  When he finally left, her
spirits were appreciably higher  -" until she realized that her chances of
being given to him, or even someone like him, seemed pretty small.  After
all, the other visitors she'd had weren't anywhere near as nice as he'd
been.

   Over the course of the next couple of weeks, she had several more
visitors  -" none of whom was particularly appealing, and a few of which
left her feeling horrified or depressed at the idea of being given to them.
It was at the beginning of a Training period when she was told "It has been
decided who you shall be given to.  We shall find out from your new Mentor
what they would like done about the concerns you had about having sex. 
When that is known, you shall be informed, and any additional training will
be included." "Yes, Master.  Thank you", she responded.  "From this point
on, the training you receive will be concentrated on what your new Mentor
will want from you.  If you do not wish to be sent back here, you will pay
close attention, and learn.  Is that understood?" "Oh, yes, Master!" "As
your training for your Mentor continues, you shall be rewarded for your
progress in the ways that your Mentor specifies.  You will also be visited
by your Mentor; if you are grateful to him for the rewards you receive, it
would be to your benefit to tell him so.  Do you have any questions?" "No,
Master." A few seconds went by before the voice asked "Do you not wish to
know who you have been given to?" She considered how to reply before she
answered "I would be interested to know, Master  -" but I will do my best
for whoever it is." "You answer well, so we will tell you.  The Mentor that
will get you is the third one that visited you.  If you do not remember
which one that is, he is the one that asked about the other Visitors you
have had." It took her only a second to remember who it was  -" the kind
one!  Her spirits soared when she realized that something she hadn't even
dared dream of was actually coming true: she wasn't being given to any of
the others that had come in to see her, she was going to the one that had
actually been nice to her!

   She didn't know it, but the joy and relief she was feeling at learning
who she was being given to was patently obvious from the expression on her
face, and the way her posture changed at hearing the news.  The man was
both satisfied and pleased at her response.  With the promise of going to
someone she'd so clearly preferred, he knew that she would be doubly
motivated: receiving positive feedback for doing well was a far more
effective training technique than punishing bad behavior.  At the most
basic level, rewarding good encouraged additional positive actions, while
disciplining after a failure generally only resulted in people becoming
unwilling to act for fear of punishmentt: he wanted her to be PROactive in
learning to please him, instead of REactive and learning how NOT to make
him UNhappy.  Anyone that had ever housebroken a dog could tell you that
praising the animal for peeing outside got you the results you wanted far
faster than punishing them for peeing in the thousand-and-one places they
might try INSIDE.
The other part of it would be that knowing any rewards she got had been
personally selected for her by her Mentor  -" the one she was to be given

to  -" would increase her devotion to him.  While he was at it, he also
changed the audio track that was being fed into the room: from that point
forward, she would be hearing little snippets that would encourage her
dedication and devotion to her Mentor; along with further increasing her
desire to want to make, and keep, him happy.  He'd give it a couple of days
before he visited as her new Mentor, so the audio programming had the
chance to begin taking effect.

   It was three days later when the girl heard the signal that she had a
visitor.  She couldn't help but hope that it was the one that was to be her
Mentor; if she got the chance, she wanted to at least try to thank him for
taking her.  When the door opened, she could see that whoever it was, they
weren't dressed as either a Master OR a Visitor  -" the person standing
outside her door wasn't dressed in the shapeless robes she'd come to
expect. Instead, he  -" and she could see that it was a "he"  -" was
wearing ordinary street clothes.  With her head bowed the way it was, she
couldn't get a real good look at his face; and she could see even less of
him once he came inside and stood in front of her.  Nor could she recognize
the voice when she was told "Stand up, please"  -" but the phrasing of it
as a request told her that it was the person that had she'd hoped it was.
She could barely contain her delight to do as he said.  When she was
standing in front of him, she still wasn't able to see his face  -" but she
could see that he was a bit taller than she was, but otherwise fairly
average in build.  The hand that reached out and touched her chin was soft,
and the pressure it applied to raise her head was gentle.  When she was
able to look at him, she saw someone that was fairly indistinguishable:
dark hair cut short, plain features, brown eyes, a mustache, and white,
even teeth.  No scars or other visible marks; nor did he seem to have any
visible deformities.  All in all, if put into a room with a hundred other
people, it would be hard to pick him out of the crowd  -" but she thought
he was the most handsome person she'd ever seen, and her heart went out to
him even more.  "Do you know who I am?" he asked.  She couldn't hide the
happiness in her voice when she answered "You're the one that I'm being
given to, Master." He smiled, making her even happier, as he told her "Yes,
I'm going to be the one they call your Mentor.  But you don't have to call
me Master.  My name is Phillip, so you can just call me Phil.  Okay?" "Yes,
Master.  I mean, Phil." She'd made a mistake, and was worried that she
would be punished, or that he would be angry with her, but all he did was
tell her "It's okay  -" I know it'll take a little time for you to get used
to calling me something other than 'Master'.  Just try to remember while
you're here, okay?  I'm sure it'll be easier once you're home with me."
Relieved at his patience, and thrilled at hearing him confirm that she'd be
going with him, she answered "Yes...  Phil." He smiled at her again, and
softly stroked her cheek before asking "They're still treating you right?
You're getting enough food and exercise?" "Yes, Phil" He nodded in
satisfaction with her answer, then grinned and asked "Do you know what you
get when you cross an elephant with a rhinoceros?" Thoroughly confused by
the question, she started to get worried that she didn't know the answer.
Then, after a few seconds, she realized that he was asking her a riddle  -"
and her heart soared again that he was so kind to her that he was actually
trying to joke with her before she replied "No, Phil, I don't.  What do you
get?" He told her "Elefino!"

   As soon as he saw her face go blank after he said the punch line to what
he suspected was one of the oldest jokes in the English language, he knew
that the hypnotic susceptibility he'd implanted in her was working.  The
hardest part of using this kind of post-hypnotic control was finding a
trigger word or phrase that could be used in public without sounding like
just what it was: some kind of contrived control.  On the other hand, using
something more common risked having the person go into a trance after
overhearing someone else say it.  The adult use of such a childish joke
made it extremely unlikely that she'd hear it from anyone else, but was
benign enough to be used in public, if necessary.  With her receptive to
his commands, he began giving her additional instructions  -" always being
careful to keep them simple, explain them thoroughly, and getting her to
repeat them back  -" until he was sure that she had properly "taken" them.
When he was done, he took a couple of minutes to enjoy himself: using his
bare hands to caress her body, feeling how tight her ass was, and how
soft/firm her breasts were.  He even let his hand wander down to feel the
soft luxuriousness of her pubic fleece for a little bit before bringing her
back out of the hypnotic state.

   She felt a brief moment of confusion before she remembered that he'd
just told her that he wanted her to make sure and pay attention to her
training, so that she would be finished soon  -" and she felt no small joy
when she remembered that he'd said he wanted to get her home.  When he said
that he had to leave, she was disappointed; but the way he softly touched
her cheek again before he left kept her happy for the rest of the
afternoon. When the signal came for her Training period sounded, she was
surprised  -" she knew Phil's visit hadn't been that long.  She finally
decided that she'd gotten so wrapped up in Contemplation that she'd lost
track of the time.  It was the first time she'd ever lost track of time
that way, but it was also the first time she'd actually gotten to meet her
new Mentor, too.  At the beginning of her Discussion period, she was told
"We have spoken with your Mentor, and know what should be done to resolve
the concerns you had that your Mentor will want to have sex with you.  It
has been decided that you should not lose your virginity until after it is
known that it won't be necessary for you to return here for additional
training.  In that way, you will still be desirable to the second Mentor
that expressed an interest in you.  However, there is nothing to prevent
you from providing your Mentor with sexual pleasure in other ways, so you
are to learn to provide your Mentor with oral and anal sex." She realized
that while the idea of performing oral sex on her Mentor actually gave her
a little bit of a thrill, she was less enthusiastic about the idea of being
fucked in the ass.  Still, she resolved that if that was something her
Mentor wanted, then if she decided she didn't like it, she'd damn well at
least learn to tolerate it.  More than anything else, she wanted to please
him.  She could only hope that it wouldn't hurt too much, at least not
until she got used to it.  The voice went on to tell her "We understand
that you do not have any direct knowledge of what to do for your Mentor, so
you will receive printed descriptions of how to perform oral sex so that
you will have some idea of how to please him.  Of course, when you know
what your Mentor wants, you will do that instead of what the directions we
give you may say." "Yes, Master, of course." "You have told us that you
have seen adult movies, and have seen the mechanics of sex, so we think
that you have some idea of what to expect for anal sex.  That is correct?"
"It is, Master", she replied.  "Very well." After that, the rest of her
Discussion period went much as it usually did.  When it came time for her
meal, she saw that she'd apparently been given the written description of a
blowjob along with her food bar.  She waited until she'd disposed of her
meal before starting to read them  -" and found herself starting to get
excited all over again at the detailed descriptions of what she should do.
She felt a surprisingly strong temptation to masturbate, but that was
something she hadn't done since she'd gotten there, and she wasn't inclined
to find out if it was something that would be punished.  The last thing
she'd need as she was about to get off was any kind of shock from the
collar she still wore!

   Even though the resolution of the video cameras in her room wasn't all
that great, the man could still tell that her nipples had gotten erect when
she'd been told what kind of sex she'd be having with him.  From the
hypnosis session he'd had with her, he knew that her response was almost
certainly due to being told that she'd be using her mouth on him: she'd
been far more receptive to the idea of oral sex than she'd been to the idea
of having him in her ass.  Still, by the time he'd finished with her, she
was accepting of the idea, even if not overly willing.  Well, by the time
he was finished, he was certain that she'd be as agreeable as he'd want her
to be.  Then, as he watched her reading what he thought of as the Blowjob
Manual, he saw her nipples getting hard again, confirming for him that she
would be willing and even enthusiastic about sucking him off.  He also saw
her hand start for her crotch a couple of times; it took a bit before he
realized that she was getting turned on enough that she actually wanted to
masturbate.  He was amused to discover that the idea of watching her get
herself off turned HIM on, and made a mental note to tell her that it was
okay  -" but in a couple of days, when the "pressure" had built up a
little, he though to himself, anticipating the show he'd get.  He was also
pleased to see that she was paying as much attention as she was to the
papers he'd sent in; there were actually three different sets of
"instructions", so that she would have a variety of actions and techniques
that she could use.

   For the next few days, it seemed that every moment of her Contemplation
periods was filled with thoughts of what she could  -" and would!   -" do
for Phil when given the chance.  And those thoughts also kept her almost
constantly aroused, to some degree  -" it was only through the extreme
exercise of will and the uncertainty of punishment that kept her hand from
between her legs.  She'd also had to give back the instructions for giving
oral sex, but by the time that happened, she'd memorized them almost word
for word  -" something else that contributed to her excitement.  So when
the signal for a visitor sounded during her morning Contemplation, she was
greatly hoping that it was Phil, and eagerly anticipating the opportunity
to pleasure him.  When the door opened and she saw it was him, she was
unable to prevent the smile that spread across her face, though she somehow
managed to control herself otherwise.  When he came in, she heard him ask
"Are you smiling because you're glad to see me?" The happiness in her voice
was unmistakable when she answered "Yes, Phil." As she waited to see what
he wanted her to do, she heard him ask her some silly little riddle...  The
next thing she knew, she heard him ask "Have you been paying attention to
the lessons they've given you?" "Yes, sir, I have." "Is there anything that
you want to show me you've learned?" "If...  if it's okay...  I'd like
to... to make you cum in my mouth", she replied, surprised at her own
audacity.  None the less, she was still delighted when she heard him answer
"I think that would be okay." Taking it that she was being given permission
to move from where she was, she got to her knees and moved forward so that
she was right in front of him.  Her hands were trembling as she reached out
to his pants; she was barely able to grasp the zipper on the fly, then pull
it down to expose his underwear.  She heard him say "Relax, and take it
easy.  You don't have to be afraid", to which she answered "I'm not afraid.
I want to do it!" Still, her hands were steady when she reached into his
pants and found the opening to his underwear; slipping her hand inside, she
was delighted and thrilled when her fingers found his manhood.  Carefully
slipping it out to where she could see, she couldn't help but gasp in
pleasure at the sight of it.  Licking her lips, both in anticipation and to
wet them for what she was about to do, she leaned forward slightly. 
Lifting his penis slightly, she felt a thrill run though her body when she
finally took him into her mouth and closed her lips around him.  As she
started softly sucking on him, and using her tongue to caress the head, she
reached into his underwear again and gently extracted his testicles, too.
Cupping them, she delighted in the size and feel of them as she slowly
rolled them in her hand.  Even as she was doing that, though, she could
feel him beginning to grow in her mouth; she happily took his entire length
between her lips, burying her nose in the soft pubic hair that stuck out
from his shorts.  Her attention was almost entirely on his penis, and how
it was responding to the things she was doing to it with her mouth and lips
and tongue; it wasn't long before her mouth was not only full with his
manhood, but overflowing with it  -" it was only because she was afraid of
choking that she finally let some of him slip from between her lips.  When
she realized that he wasn't growing as much, but still getting harder, she
began slowly moving her head back and forth, sliding her lips along the
hardening mass of his manhood  -" and felt him getting even harder in
response.  Delighted that she was pleasing him, she increased her efforts
by doing some of the things that the papers she'd read said to do: letting
her teeth drag along his flesh ever so lightly, pausing at different times
and with different amounts of his penis in her mouth so she could use her
tongue to caress and massage the underside of it, and pulling her mouth
completely off of him so that she could use her lips to softly "nibble" up
and down the length of him.  Even as she was pleasuring him, she could feel
herself getting aroused, too.  It seemed as though the longer and harder HE
got, the wetter SHE got; unless she was mistaken, she could already faintly
detect the aroma of her increasing excitement.  When she realized that he
was as hard as he was going to get, she devoted herself to bringing him as
much pleasure as she could.  At some point or other, she used almost
everything she'd read about, trying to discover what he enjoyed the most 
-" and found that he seemed to like all of it.  With his balls in her hand,
she could feel it when they started to pull up  -" something the papers
she'd read told her meant that he was getting close to having his climax.
Knowing that she was able to please him just by using her mouth, she also
felt her own arousal increasing at the thought of his impending release. 
Slightly increasing the suction she was applying, she continued twisting
her head back and forth as she slid her lips and tongue up and down his
manhood.  It was only a couple of minutes later when she felt his balls
draw up suddenly, and knew that he was about to cum.  Doing what she'd read
would make it even better for him, she slowed her actions slightly; and
used her tongue to stimulate the sensitive underside of his penis, right
behind the head.  She heard his soft groan of release even as the first hot
jet of his semen was erupting into her mouth  -" and triggering her own
orgasm in the process.  Even as she was feeling wave after wave of pleasure
coursing through her body, she was mindful that it was Phil that she was
there to please; she eagerly  -" happily!   -" swallowed every bit of his
cum that sprayed into her mouth as she continued to suck on him in an
effort to make his climax as powerful as she could.  Only when he hadn't
squirted for several seconds did she change over to using her mouth to
clean his softening penis, using her lips to milk the last few drops of his
semen out before licking him clean.  As for herself, she could feel a small
trickle of her own juices slowly winding its way down the inside of one of
her thighs, the result of the pleasure and power of her own orgasm.  She
was sitting again, her head tilted forward as it was supposed to be when
she heard him say "That was very, very good."  -" words that warmed her
heart, hearing that she'd been able to bring him that much pleasure.  A few
seconds later, she heard him sniff, and immediately knew that he had
noticed the scent of HER arousal.  Uncertain what he would say or do, she
could only wait to find out.  After a few moments, he asked "Did you get
excited about what you were doing?" Hesitantly, she answered "Yes." "Did
you have an orgasm?" Again, there was a brief delay before she answered
"Yes." Then she heard him say "That's good.  I'm glad to know that you can
get excited, too, and that you liked doing that for me.  Maybe after I get
you home, we can find out what else makes you feel good, too." She simply
couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Not only wasn't he upset about her
getting excited, but he was glad about it.  And more, he was telling her
that not only was it okay for her to have orgasms, but he wanted to help
her have them!  When she'd first considered the possibility that she'd be
expected to have sex with whoever she was given to, she'd only hoped that
whatever happened to her wouldn't be too painful or unpleasant; to think
that Phil was actually doing things that would HELP her orgasm was almost
more than she could conceive of.  She still had the presence of mind to
tell him "Thank you, Phil.  I...  I would like that." She heard him say
"I'm not saying that it WILL happen  -" only that it might.  I expect
you've been told that you'll be staying a virgin until everybody's sure
that it's going to work out; and the stuff I'm thinking of can only happen
if you're NOT a virgin.  Understand?" Even that warning wasn't enough to
dampen her spirits too much as she replied "Yes, sir." She felt him softly
stroke her hair, and almost wriggled in pleasure like a puppy before she
caught herself, before he told her "You're doing fine.  Keep the way you
have, and I don't think it'll be long before I can take you home with me."
Hearing that, she again felt pleased and satisfied that she'd made him
happy, and renewed her resolution to do the best she could so that she
would be able to go with him as soon as possible.  When he was gone, she
went back to her Contemplation, her mind continuously replaying his visit.

   Outside her room, the man could only wonder at the enthusiasm she'd
demonstrated, along with just how much could be learned from a printed
explanation of how to do something.  The blowjob he'd just gotten was one
of  -" no, THE  -" best he'd ever received.  And it was a damn sight better
than satisfying himself, as he'd had to do the last several years!  Then,
when it was over...  being able to smell how excited she'd gotten; unless
he missed his guess, the faint glistening he'd seen on the inside of her
thigh had been the overflow of juices from what must have been a very wet
pussy.  Sure, he'd implanted the hypnotic command that she'd get excited
when she got HIM aroused; and yes, he'd also told her that she could only
experience a full orgasm when he did  -" but that both commands would be so
damn effective!  The smell of her had made him want to stick around and let
her get him off again; but she'd done such a good job the first time, he
knew that it would take too long before he'd climax again  -" and that
would throw the whole schedule and program off.  Well, now he had something
to look forward to for his next visit...

   At the end of Training, the girl was told "You will begin to receive the
same kinds of food that your Mentor likes with your next meal.  This is
being done both so that you can learn what foods you should prepare for
him, and as a reward since we are told that you pleased him very much
today. Your Mentor has also told us that he would like for you to be able
to take pleasure in sexual activity with him, and said that he would like
for you to be able to pleasure yourself.  We have considered this, and have
decided that it will be allowed during Relaxation  -" but at no other time.
Do you understand all that we have told you?" "I do, Master" "Your Mentor
has also asked by what name he should call you.  Since you are no longer
the person you were when you first arrived here, we consider it appropriate
that you should have a new name.  Because you have done well, we have
decided that you shall be permitted to select your new name.  By what name
would you have your Mentor know you?" She'd never given any thought to what
she wanted to be called  -" she was the only one in the room, so any time
anyone was talking, it was to her.  It was several seconds before she
answered "Master, I...  I'm not sure what name I would like.  Am I allowed
some time to think of one?" "We will give you until your next Discussion
period.  If you are unable to think of a name for yourself by that time, we
will leave it to your Mentor to name you as he wishes." "Thank you, Master.
I'm sure I'll think of something before then." With that out of the way, it
was time for Discussion.  Following that, it was time for her meal  -" when
she discovered that she was being given just half of a meal bar, which was
supplemented with a paper plate holding a little bit of roast beef and some
mashed potatoes and gravy  -" along with one of those plastic fork/spoon
things.  She used the roast beef and potatoes to add flavor to bites of the
meal bar; she carefully rationed the size of the bites so that there was a
little bit of the additional food still remaining when she was done with
the food bar, so that the last thing she tasted was the real food.  After
she'd eaten, she was ready to return the paper plate and eating utensil
when the panel slid open  -" she'd correctly anticipated that she wasn't
allowed or expected to keep them.  When it got toward the end of her
Relaxation period, she finally gave in to the temptation to lie down and
get herself off.  She didn't know if anyone was watching her, and really
didn't care  -" the memory of what she'd done to Phil earlier was simply
too much to keep her from making it happen.  Even though she didn't have
any trouble bringing herself to an orgasm, she was mildly disappointed that
it wasn't as powerful as the one she'd had when she'd actually been tasting
and swallowing Phil's cum.

   The man was watching as she'd obviously taken considerable pleasure in
the little bit of food that he'd given her along with the fraction of her
usual survival ration.  He knew from experience that if he simply switched
her over from the rations to regular food, it would cause her no small
amount of intestinal distress; phasing the transition, though, would let
him get her weaned from the rations with as little discomfort for her as
possible.  He wasn't disappointed when she finally gave in to the urge to
masturbate.  The place where she lay down left him with a fairly decent
view as she'd let the fingers of one hand dance on her clitoris while the
other hand was kept busy playing with her breasts and nipples.  After the
way she'd sucked him off earlier, he didn't feel any need to find his own
pleasure; but the sight of her was something that he knew he'd want to see
live and up close when he could.  He also thought about how willing and
enthusiastic she'd been about it, too  -" and started considering what else
he could do to help get her through the rest of the process.

   The next morning, the girl found that breakfast consisted of another
half of a meal bar, along with some scrambled eggs, a couple pieces of
bacon, and half a slice of toast.  Again, she used the real food to flavor
the bites of food bar.  The surprise came when she went to return the paper
plate and plastic spoon: inside the transfer locker, there was an obviously
new toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste.  She was delighted with
them, and spent a good ten minutes happily brushing her teeth before she
took her shower.  The minty taste of the toothpaste stayed with her well
into her exercise period.  During her Discussion period, she let them know
that she'd settled on "Joan" for a new name.  When asked by the voice why
that name, she admitted that she'd always admired Joan of Arc.  Her evening
meal was another half of a meal bar, with a small portion of spaghetti,
sauce, and small piece of garlic bread to keep it company.  The next
morning, she had another half of a food bar and a full-sized bowl of
oatmeal  -" cinnamon and spice flavored, no less.  After the meal, she was
gifted with a small bottle of combined shampoo and conditioner.  Without
realizing it, she actually giggled the whole time she was washing her hair.
Later, during Discussion, she was told "Your Mentor wishes you to know that
he prefers you remain clean and smelling fresh; that is why you have
received the items we have given you.  Your Mentor has also told us that he
would understand that you could be...  concerned about the idea of anal
sex. He does not want you to be afraid, so he has provided us with
something that we will be giving to you.  He wishes us to tell you that you
should try using what he is giving you before he visits you again.  We
would have you know that your Mentor is greatly pleased with you, and the
progress that you are making.  As long as you continue to advance as you
have been, you will be rewarded for doing so well.  We do not often do
this, but we shall be providing you with some additional things from your
Mentor, in anticipation that it will motivate you to complete your training
as quickly as possible." The thought that she would be getting even more
things from Phil nearly overwhelmed her.  She understood the toothbrush and
toothpaste  -" she had missed them  -" and even the shampoo; the first time
he'd visited her as himself, she'd wished she'd been able to wash her hair
with something besides ordinary old soap.  The food she was getting along
with her food bars was delicious, and she could hardly wait until she was
able to go home with Phil and start cooking for him: more than anything
else in the world, she wanted the chance to do whatever she could to make
him happy, and show him how much she appreciated the kindness he showed
her. But to be receiving even more from him?  She simply couldn't conceive
of what he could give her that would make her any more determined to
complete her training so she could be with him.  It was only by remembering
that she was still in a Training session, and needed to pay attention to
what she was hearing, that she was able to calm herself.  After her meal 
-" no food bar, just half of a cheeseburger (delicious!) and some french
fries  -" she was given the item she'd been told about.  At first, she
didn't know what to make of it: it was roughly cylindrical, perhaps ten
inches long, and tapered at one end.  Holding it in one hand, she could
tell that one end of it was heavier than the other, but it wasn't until she
looked at the flat end of it and flipped a small switch she saw there that
she knew what she'd been given: a vibrator.  Even with it softly buzzing in
her hand, it still took her a little more time before she realized that she
was supposed to use it in her ass, so that if (when?) Phil wanted to have
sex with her there, it wouldn't be as much of a surprise for her  -" or as
painful as she was afraid it would be.  Flipping the switch she'd found
back to where it had been, the vibrator stopped it's buzzing  -" but she
understood that didn't prevent her from trying the thing out.  Just as she
had when she'd been given permission to masturbate, she waited until it was
toward the end of her Relaxation period before lying down to try using her
new "gift".  The first thing she really noticed about it was that the end
of where it tapered was also gently rounded, and slightly flattened.  Then
she started looking at it a little more closely, and decided that it wasn't
quite as big around as Phil had been.  Realizing that she was putting off
using it, she quickly decided to try it and get it over with.  Placing the
"pointed" end against her anus, she gave it a little push  -" and
discovered that it wasn't the slightest bit painful as it began to spread
her nether opening.  Still, it was vaguely uncomfortable, and it took her a
few moments to realize that the problem was that it was dragging somewhat
against the skin of her rectum.  She wondered what she could use to slicken
things up a bit, and finally settled on depositing a healthy dollop of her
own saliva on a couple of fingers, and then smearing it around where it was
needed.  When she tried pressing the vibrator against her anus again, it
was a relief to find that it didn't drag against her skin any more.  She
was surprised, though, to discover that the sensation of it spreading her
opening as she pushed it in a little ways wasn't as uncomfortable as she'd
thought it would be.  She wasn't sure if it was because she was starting
with something as relatively small as the end of the vibrator, or the fact
that she was in control of how much and how fast it was entering her; but
what she DID decide was that instead of being painful, it simply felt a
little weird...  and after a little bit, kind of...  nice, actually, which
surprised her.  Still, that was only the end of the vibrator; she didn't
think that she'd used much more than an inch or so of its diameter.  The
real test would be to find out how much of it she could take.  Withdrawing
the vibrator, she deposited another, larger, glob of saliva to what she'd
already smeared on the rosette of her rectum.  Placing the tip of the
vibrator against her pucker again, she pressed it in  -" and discovered
that with it lubricated, and taking her time about it, she could get almost
the entire diameter of it through her opening before it got even mildly
uncomfortable.  She was surprised when she discovered that the sensation of
it moving in her back opening was actually starting to...  well...  turn
her on a little  -" which was something she'd never thought could, or
would, happen.  Even as she was considering the idea that having something
stuck up her ass that way could be exciting, she found that the discomfort
she'd been feeling seemed to have gone away.  She thought it was because
the vibrator had slid out of her a little way, and she went to push it back
in again  -" and discovered that it hadn't slid out, as she'd thought.  It
took her a few moments to realized that her asshole had apparently
stretched, instead.  Testing that idea, she pushed the vibrator in a little
farther, until it was distinctly uncomfortable, but not painful, and held
it there.  To her surprise, it was only a matter of a couple of minutes
before she could feel herself adjusting to it.  That was all she needed to
know before she started carefully, and gradually, sliding more and more of
the vibrator through her anus  -" and feeling herself getting more and more
aroused as she did.  There finally came a point where she pushed it in even
farther, but felt herself stretching only a little more as a full two
inches of gleaming plastic slid into her bowels  -" she'd done it!  She'd
taken the whole thing!  With that knowledge, she felt herself get even more
aroused, and couldn't resist letting her hand slip between her thighs and
start gently rubbing her clitoris.  It didn't take her long to discover
that it felt even better when she moved the device, slowly pushing and
pulling a couple of inches of it in and out of her most intimate opening,
as she continued rubbing her clitoris  -" and starting to think about what
it would feel like if it was actually Phil in her ass, instead of a plastic
substitute.  It was only a few minutes of the feeling of the vibrator, and
visions of Phil's erect penis in her, before she felt herself slide into an
orgasm.  Just as when she'd masturbated before, it wasn't a particularly
powerful experience, but pleasurable for her none the less.  When she'd
caught her breath again, she carefully got up  -" discovering that even
though it hadn't been painful, there were still side effects  -" and went
into the shower area to rinse off her new toy.  She set it next to where
she kept her few other meager possessions, then laid down again  -" just
moments before the Sleep signal sounded and the lights dimmed.  Relaxed
from the orgasm she'd had, she didn't have any trouble falling asleep.

   He had watched her after he'd transferred the vibrator to her, and
hadn't been disappointed by the show she'd unknowingly given him.  True,
he'd implanted suggestions that would help her get over the nervousness she
had about anal sex, but he'd still been pleasantly surprised at how well
she'd responded to them.  Though she'd been visibly doubtful at first, she
hadn't wasted too much time about actually trying the thing out.  As he'd
expected, it didn't take her long to discover that taking her time and
letting herself get used to having the thing in her ass made it much
easier; he had to admit that he'd been mildly impressed with how quickly
and readily she'd gone about getting herself used to its presence.  Then
when she'd gone on to masturbate while using it...  well, that was almost
too much.  He didn't think for a moment that she'd have any problems about
letting him fuck her in the ass after that little show!

   The next day, the girl found that she was a trifle sore from her first
use of the vibrator, and decided not to try it again that night.  It wasn't
that the discomfort she was feeling was enough to PREVENT her from using
it, but rather that she didn't know if or when Phil would visit again; and
she simply didn't want anything to get in the way of doing whatever she
could to please him  -" and if he wanted to have sex with her that way,
then she didn't want any minor pain she might develop from using the
vibrator too much from interfering.  Every day, she was finding herself
thinking about him more and more; and particularly about how kind he was,
and how much she wanted to make him happy with her, and how happy she would
be if she could just BE with him and do things for him...  It was during
her Relaxation period that she heard the signal for a visitor  -" the first
time that had happened outside of one of her Contemplation sessions.  But
she didn't let the timing stop her from quickly moving to her assigned spot
and kneeling down with her head bowed.  When the door opened, she could see
that it was a Master, and that there were some things with him.  He came
inside, and when he was standing in front of her, she heard him tell her to
stand up.  She did, of course, and then obeyed his instruction to go and
stand facing one corner.  Once there, she was told not to move  -" a
command she obeyed, despite the sounds of something happening behind her.
After the noise stopped, she was told she could turn around  -" and saw
that she had two new additions to her room: a small set of shelves  -"
currently empty  -" and a bed, complete with a mattress, sheets, and cased
pillow.  She could only look from one item to the other and back again, she
was so overwhelmed.  But her attention immediately went to the Master when
she heard him start telling her "You have made excellent progress, and your
Mentor is greatly pleased with you.  These are the rewards that we said you
would receive.  Be warned that if you fail to meet the expectations of your
Mentor, these items will be removed and you will be required to begin this
part of your training again.  You are getting close to finishing your
training; do not make the mistake of thinking that because you are being
rewarded so much for your efforts now that there is nothing left for you to
do.  Do you understand what we tell you?" "I understand, Master.  All I
want to do is finish my training as soon as I can, so I can start to serve
my Mentor.  He is what is important to me, Master, not the rewards that I
receive." The Master looked at her for several moments, and she started to
worry that she'd made a mistake by doing more than just answering the
question she'd been asked, but then she was told "We think that perhaps it
is correct for you to be rewarded.  You are learning very well.", relieving
her concerns.  A couple of seconds later, the Master turned and left the
room, closing the door behind him.  Her first considered action was to go
over and sit on the bed  -" and discovering that it wasn't so much a bed as
a cot, with a thin mattress on it.  Still, it was a considerable
improvement over sleeping on the floor as she'd been doing for so long. 
Next, she tried lying down on it, and re-discovered just how comfortable a
padded sleeping surface could be; particularly when she had a nice pillow
to support her head.  After a couple of minutes of luxuriating on the bed,
she got up and went over to look at the shelves she'd been given.  It was
just an ordinary set of four shelves, open on all sides, held together with
four round legs; she couldn't help but wonder what she would be getting,
since the idea of shelves implied having something to PUT on them.  Well,
whatever she finally got, she still had someplace to put the few small
treasures she had: her napkins and belt, the printed yoga instructions
they'd never asked for, and the vibrator.

   As he watched her "test driving" the cot, and then neatly storing her
things on the shelves, the man thought about what she'd said about only
wanting to finish her training so that she could start serving him.  From
the way she'd said it, and the expression on her face, he knew that the
final segment of the audio track was taking effect on her.  He suspected
that as trainable and malleable as she was, he could probably take her out
of the programming even then, and finish things up with a few sessions of
hypnosis.  But he knew that the process he was subjecting her to had
already been proven to be effective, and he decided against fixing
something that wasn't broken.  As much as he wanted to see the end of it,
he wanted the results it promised even more.  Besides, judging from what he
was seeing, and what she'd said, he didn't think it would be much longer 
-" a couple of weeks, tops, he figured.  Smiling to himself despite the
memories, he knew he could hold out that long.

   The next day went by much as all the previous ones had for the girl  -"
other than her pleased smile whenever she happened to look over at her bed,
or the shelves.  That evening, she felt ready to give the vibrator another
try  -" and with the liberal application of her own saliva, quickly
regained the progress she'd made the first time she'd used it, and with
noticeably less difficulty.  She again masturbated to a mild orgasm while
sliding the thing back and forth through her anus, and thinking about how
much nicer it would be if/when Phil ever had her that way.  When she was
done, she was pleased to find that she felt negligible discomfort from what
she'd done.  She carefully cleaned it off before putting it away on one of
the shelves, She was just a step or two away from the bed when the Sleep
signal sounded; she quickly climbed in and drifted off to sleep.  The next
morning, the only consequence of what she'd done the night before was a
satisfaction with the pleasure she'd felt.  It was during her afternoon
Contemplation when the visitor signal sounded; she was in her designated
spot and dutifully looking at the floor with her head bowed well ahead of
the time the door opened  -" letting her see that it was Phil, much to her
delight.  He was barely through the door when she heard him telling her it
was okay to get up; she did, and when he was standing in front of her he
told her "Once you see it's me, you have my permission to stand up whenever
you want.  Part of the reason that I chose you instead of someone else is
because I don't want to have to tell you every little thing.  Understand?"
She couldn't help feeling honored and somehow special at hearing that he'd
chosen her over anyone else that he had seen; and that only increased her
devotion to him, and her desire to make him happy, before she answered
"Yes, Phil." He gave her a smile, and said "I see you got the things I told
them I wanted you to have  -" the bed, and the shelves, I mean." Happy that
he was smiling, she told him "Thank you.  The bed is very comfortable, and
the shelves give me someplace where I can put things, so I can keep things
neat.  I also got the toothpaste and shampoo, too  -" and they were even
more special to me." He looked at her in curiosity, and asked "Why would
toothpaste and shampoo be so special?" She didn't hesitate to answer
"Because with them, I know that I won't displease you with my breath, and I
can try to keep my hair looking nice for you.  I am happy to be able to
sleep on the bed, and to have the shelves so I have someplace to put
things. But what's important to me is that I make you happy, and the
toothpaste and shampoo help me do that." She saw something in his eyes, but
wasn't quite sure what it was.  Hesitantly, she asked "H- Have I displeased
you, Master?" Only then did he smile before he softly answered "No, dear 
-" quite the opposite: you have pleased me very much." The first thing she
really heard was that she'd pleased him, and she was relieved and happy to
hear it.  Then she realized that he'd called her "dear"  -" and felt an
almost overwhelming pleasure and joy that he would speak to her with
affection.  In fact, she was so touched by it that it was all she could do
not to start crying  -" she spent several seconds blinking away the tears
that threatened to erupt.  She saw him watching her, and knew that he was
waiting  -" obviously patiently  -" for her to get herself under control
again; that he was waiting  -" for her!   -" without getting upset only
added to the problem she was having.  Finally, though, she did manage to
blink back the tears; when her eyes were clear again, she watched him look
around the room, then at the shelves, before turning back to her and saying
"I see that you also got the other thing I sent for you.  Have you used it
yet?" It took her only a second to realize that he was talking about the
vibrator; she was utterly without embarrassment or nervousness when she
answered "Yes, sir  -" I got it three sleep periods ago, and I've used it
twice since then." "Tell me about it." "The first time, I wasn't sure that
I could do it; but I thought that if that was something that you might
want, then I was going to learn.  It was a little bit uncomfortable at
first, but then I used some of my spit to make it easier.  After I got most
of it in me, it started to feel good.  It took longer for me to get the
rest of it in because I had to stretch myself...  there.  But once I did
that, I could fit even the biggest part of it inside.  It was making me
feel excited, and I...  touched myself until I had a climax with it in me.
After that, I was a little bit sore, so I didn't use it the next day.  Then
I used it again last night, the same way I did the first time  -" except
that I didn't feel sore at all afterwards." She saw that he was looking at
her closely, and started to get nervous again before he asked "You said
that you touched yourself the first night?  You mean you masturbated?"
"Yes, sir", she answered.  "You said that you had a climax, too.  Did you
masturbate again, last night?  To an orgasm?" "Yes, Phil." She watched him
watching HER for a few seconds before he asked "And you're not embarrassed
to tell me that you masturbated yourself to an orgasm two different times
with a vibrator up your ass.  Why?" "No, Phil, I'm not embarrassed.  It was
something you gave me, and the Masters told me that you wanted me to use it
so that I wouldn't be so worried if you wanted to have sex with me that
way. If that's something you want to do, then all I want to do is whatever
it takes to make you happy with me.  The Masters also told me that I was
allowed to touch myself, so when using the vibrator started to feel good, I
did it.  Was I wrong to let myself climax?" she responded.  "No, you didn't
do anything wrong; I'm just surprised, is all." she heard him say  -" then
a moment later, he asked "What were you thinking about?  When you were
touching yourself, I mean?" Again, she didn't hesitate to answer "I was
thinking about you, Master.  I was imagining that it was you having sex
with me that way, instead of it being the vibrator." She could see the
surprise on his face, but since he didn't seem angry or upset, she just
waited to see what he wanted to say or do next.  It wasn't until he asked
"Is that something you would like me to do?  To fuck you in the ass?" that
she bowed her head; looking at the floor, she answered "It...  it was
exciting for me to think about, Master; and having the vibrator in...  in
my ass felt good to me.  If...  if you wanted to have sex with me that way,
I- I think that yes, I would like it." He was silent for some time, causing
her to worry that she'd upset him, before he asked her "You said that you
used your spit to wet the vibrator so you could use it in your butt?" She
silently nodded in affirmation before he told her "If you suck on me and
get me hard, you can leave a lot of your saliva on my cock, and we can use
that for lubrication  -" if you would like me to fuck your ass today. 
Otherwise, I'll bring something with me the next time I come to see you; a
few days, probably." She only had to consider it for a second before she
quietly went to her knees in front of him as her answer; after that, it was
only a few seconds before she had his pants unzipped and his penis and
balls exposed.  Eagerly, she took him into her mouth, and began sucking and
licking him to erection as the thought of having his cock in her ass got
her own juices flowing  -" literally.  When he was completely erect, she
heard him say "Get on the bed  -" on your hands and knees." Giving him one
long, last stroke with her lips, she let him slip from her mouth so she
could stand and go over to her bed.  She could feel his presence behind
her, and let him guide her to the foot of the bed and slightly angled
toward the side.  When he moved around in front of her, she understood why
-" with his erection waving in front of her, she didn't have any trouble
taking into her mouth again, and using her tongue to thoroughly coat it
with her saliva.  When she was done, she opened her mouth as far as she
could so that he could pull his penis out and not disturb the coating she'd
deposited on it.  As he moved behind her again, she put another glob on her
fingers and spread it across her rectum before moving her hand back to the
bed to help support her torso.  Behind her, she felt him move close,
followed by the touch of his glistening cock against her opening.  She felt
one of his hands on her hip, and somehow knew that he was using the other
to hold himself in place as he began to press himself against her anus.  As
she felt the pressure building, she consciously willed herself to relax  -"
and after a few seconds, felt him beginning to slip through her nether
opening.  He was larger than the vibrator had been, true enough  -" but the
though of having him actually inside her helped her relax herself even
more; another few seconds, and she felt the head of his cock slip inside 
-" and nearly orgasmed in response.  He was holding himself still for some
reason that she didn't understand  -" until she realized that he was
waiting to see if she was ready for him to continue.  That he would be so
gentle and considerate of her touched her deeply; but what she wanted right
then was to feel his hard cock filling her ass.  She let him know that she
was ready  -" even eager  -" for him to go on by pressing herself back, and
felt him slide a little deeper into her til-then virgin ass.  His other
hand went to her waist, and she could feel how strong his grip was as he
held her steady while he pushed his hard, wonderful manhood farther and
farther into her.  It didn't seem to take hardly any time at all before she
could feel a few wisps of his pubic hair tickling the area between her ass
cheeks; knowing that he was completely inside her forced a soft, deep moan
of arousal from between her lips before she felt him slowly sliding himself
back out of her.  The next time he pushed himself into her, it was a little
faster and a little harder; she had to grab handfuls of the sheets and bite
her lip to keep from crying out with the pleasure of it.  He was stretching
her well past the point she'd gotten with the vibrator  -" and that only
added to the excitement and delight she felt, knowing that she was giving
herself to her Master in a most special and personal way.  Over the next
several minutes, the speed and power of Phil's thrusts into her steadily
increased; and her arousal increased right along with them.  Too, as he
slid in and out of her, she felt him reach around and take her breasts in
his hands, and start pulling and pinching her nipples, which only excited
her that much more.  At first, she'd been able to feel his balls swinging
forward and bumping against the opening of her vagina, and as their
coupling continued, that contact slowly moved higher and higher.  She felt
him slow his strokes, then realized that she hadn't felt his balls bumping
against her for a while; it took her only a moment to realize that he was
getting close to climaxing.  The thought of him spraying her insides with
his man juice brought her to the ragged edge of an orgasm, but no farther:
she was left to softly moan her arousal and whimper for relief until he
almost slammed himself into her a couple of times before burying himself
far inside her ass.  She felt a sudden warmth in her bowels, and realized
that he was doing just what she wanted him to: cumming in her ass.  That
was all she needed to trip over into her own release: only by tightly
clenching her teeth and lips was she able to stifle a scream of pleasure as
she felt the first powerful spasm of an orgasm overwhelm her.  She was
still feeling minor after shocks from the incredible orgasm she'd had when
she felt Phil slowly pull his shrunken penis from her somewhat abused
rectum.  Through an extraordinary effort, she managed to raise up and tell
him "Please, Master  -" let me clean you!" before hurrying to grab her
towel and wet one end of it so she could use it to clean his incredible,
wonderful penis.  She knew that her anus had been stretched enough that it
wouldn't close completely, and she could feel some of his cum start to leak
out of her bowels  -" but that was completely secondary to taking care of
him.  Only when she was satisfied that he was as clean as he'd been when he
came into the room, and she'd put his penis and balls back in his pants and
zipped them up again, did she consider what to do about her own condition 
-" and finally settled on using some toilet paper to form a kind of plug to
slow or stop any additional leakage while she used another piece to soak up
what had already escaped.  She could see that he was watching her, but once
she was satisfied that she wasn't doing anything that bothered him, she
didn't concern herself about his presence.  When she was done, she looked
at him and smiled broadly before telling him "Thank you, Master.  I'm so
happy to know that I was able to please you, and to feel good while I was
doing it." "I'm glad you were able to enjoy it, too, Joan  -" it sure felt
damn good for me.  But why are you calling me Master again?" She bowed her
head and hesitantly answered "I- I like to think of you as my Master, Phil.
I know you said I could call you by your name, but I'm here to serve you in
any way that I can  -" and when I call you Master, it makes me feel like I
AM serving you, and that makes me happy.  I'm sorry if I've disobeyed you,
and have to be punished" before raising her head again.  He shook his head
and replied "No, you haven't disobeyed me  -" I said that you could call me
Phil, not that you HAD to.  And I'm certainly not going to punish you;
which reminds me of something." She could see that he was thinking about
something, and waited patiently until he finally told her "I really can't
have you calling me 'Master' when there are other people around; they'll
likely talk about us, or make trouble.  But if it makes you happy to call
me Master, then I guess I can live with it.  So how about this: you can
call me Master when it's just the two of us, but if we're out in public or
there are other people around, you call me Phil.  Can you remember to do
that?" Delighted that he was willing to let her continue calling him
"Master", she quickly replied "Oh, yes, Master  -" easily!" He smiled at
her, and said "Good." before asking "How much time do you have left in this
period?" She considered it for a moment before answering "I think it's a
little over halfway through my Contemplation, Master." His smile faded a
little, and he told her "As much as I'd like to stay here for a little
longer, I still have some things I have to take care of.  I just wanted to
stop in and see how you were doing; I didn't have any idea that we'd find
other things to keep us busy.", the last part with a grin that made her
smile.  He went on to say "I can tell you're doing really well with what
they're teaching you, and I want you to know that I'm very happy with how
quickly you're progressing." She couldn't help feeling pleased, and smiling
at the compliment from him.  She was overwhelmed with joy when he stood up
and leaned forward to gently caress her cheek before he told her "I have to
go now, Joan, but I'll see you again before long, okay?" She was barely
able to find her voice long enough to answer "Yes, Master" before he turned
and left, closing the door behind him.  With time left for her
Contemplation, she went to sit down in her assigned place and discovered
that her Master had stretched her a bit more than she'd thought: her anus
was distinctly sore from what they'd done.  But knowing that she'd made him
happy, and the pleasure she'd gotten from it made the discomfort a small
price to pay.

   Back in the chair at his "control center", he considered what had just
happened.  He really hadn't expected her to be as willing to have him in
her ass as soon, and as readily, as she had.  Whatever he'd done or said to
get through the reluctance she'd had about anal sex, he'd sure as hell done
a damn fine job of it!  He'd also been surprised when she'd told him that
she actually liked calling him "Master"; his thinking had been that letting
her drop that term once she had someone specific to devote herself to would
make her happy by feeling that she was being granted a special privilege;
apparently, the audio program he was feeding into the room was working a
WHOLE lot better than he'd thought.  The thing that had convinced him she
was about as ready for the end of the program as she could be was when
she'd jumped up  -" after what had obviously been one HELL of an orgasm for
her  -" and insisted on cleaning his dick off while his cum was running out
of her ass and down her leg.  Only after she'd cleaned him up and put his
package back in his pants had she thought of what to do about herself; and
she hadn't shown the slightest hesitation about taking care of things once
she was satisfied he was just watching her  -" no modesty, no
embarrassment, nothing.  Her asshole had his cum dripping out of it; she'd
stopped the flow and wiped up what was already out  -" no muss, no fuss. 
Nor had he missed how happy and pleased she looked whenever he gave her
almost any kind of compliment, or did anything that even vaguely suggested
that he cared about her.  The way she was right at that moment, she was a
little too devoted to, and dependent on, him  -" but he knew that once she
was out of the artificial environment of the training program, it wouldn't
be difficult to settle her down a bit.  And at that point, he figured she'd
be about as perfect for his needs and wants as he could have hoped for.

   When she woke up the next morning, the girl found that she had two
somewhat opposing problems: first, she could still feel a distinct
discomfort from the fucking she'd gotten the day before.  Second, she had a
little bit of a headache.  Several minutes went by before she finally
realized that the "punishment box" she'd gotten so used to was missing.  At
first, she simply couldn't believe that it was actually gone  -" several
minutes went by with her repeatedly reaching up and checking her neck as
though she simply couldn't believe that it wasn't there.  The next thing
she did was to carefully check her room to see if it had fallen off
somehow, afraid that it would be found lying on the floor and she would be
punished for either removing it, or damaging it somehow.  But no matter how
hard she looked, or how many times she searched, it wasn't to be found
anywhere in the room.  Its unexplained absence troubled her for the rest of
the day, until the beginning of Training when she was told "You have
discovered that we have removed your punishment device.  It was suggested
by your Mentor that you have proven that you are obeying the rules that we
set for you, and we agreed.  We have watched you today, and we could see
that you were looking for it after you found that you were not wearing it.
We believe that our actions have distressed you without cause.  When you
made an error, we punished you.  Now it is we that have made an error, but
we are not able to punish ourselves, so we have decided that you should
receive an extra reward.  Because the situation is unique, we have decided
that the reward should be, too: we ask you what reward you would like to
have." Stunned at the idea that she would be asked what she would like as
compensation for the worry they'd caused her, she couldn't think of
anything in particular that she really wanted; she finally just answered
"Master, I do not ask for a reward; all I want is to serve the one I've
been given to." There were several minutes of silence before the voice
answered "We shall consider what you have said.  There shall be no Training
or Discussion before your meal.  You may use the time as Relaxation, if you
wish."

   Even as he was watching the girl discover that he'd removed the
punishment collar that morning, he realized that he'd neglected to tell her
ahead of time.  Then, to his dismay, he'd watched as she'd repeatedly
searched the room; even as she was doing it, he knew what was going through
her mind  -" and what the collar's unexplained absence was doing to her. 
He'd checked on her several times during the day, and each time he did, he
could see that she was greatly troubled.  Of course, he could have simply
told her what had happened at any time; but he'd put so much time and
thought and everything else into the routine that he had her living that he
simply couldn't bring himself to break it.  It wasn't until time for her
Training period that he felt it was appropriate to talk to her.  He'd
thought he could salvage the situation by having a Master accept the blame
for what had happened and offering her the chance to name her own reward 
-" but she'd thrown that idea right out the window by saying that all she
wanted was to serve the one she was to be given to.  That simple statement
from her had quite simply left him dumbfounded.  Try as he might, he simply
couldn't think of anything to say or do in response.  He'd finally had to
call off the rest of the evening, just so he could have time to think about
what to do next.  As he sat there watching her, his mind was busy with all
the planning and time and effort and trouble that he'd gone through to try
and grow her out of what she'd been and into some one else  -" to try and
give her a rebirth, of sorts.  Now he could see all of it turning to crap
right in front of him  -" and when everything was so damn close to the end,
too!  He was watching her as he tried to think of what to do, and was
surprised to realize that she was simply sitting on the floor, waiting for
meal time in utter equanimity.  Her collar was gone?  That didn't matter to
her.  The Masters had made a mistake, and caused her to fret all day?  Now
that it had been explained, it wasn't anything that she needed to worry
about any more.  No Training or Discussion periods?  That was fine with
her. All she wanted was the chance to serve her Master.  All she wanted was
the chance to serve her Master.  All she wanted was the chance to serve her
Master.  All she wanted was the chance to serve her Master.  Damn!  There
it was, sitting RIGHT IN FRONT of him, and he hadn't seen it!  She'd told
him the solution to the whole damn problem!  Okay, sure, it meant that the
rest of the program was gone  -" but the program had only been a means to
an end; and the end was sitting in there, waiting patiently for whatever
happened next...

   When the girl woke up, she immediately knew she wasn't where she'd gone
to sleep.  That didn't mean that she could remember where that had been,
however.  For some reason, she simply couldn't remember where it was, or
what it had looked like  -" other than wherever it had been, it wasn't THIS
place.  Sitting up, she looked around, and saw someone sitting in a chair
in the corner  -" and immediately thought she recognized who it was.  She
couldn't keep the joy out of her voice as she asked "Master?", wanting  -"
no, needing  -" the confirmation.  The figure turned to look at her, and
she was sure  -" it was him; it was her Master!  He stood up and started to
walk over to her; she quickly moved to the edge of the bed and stood up,
her head bowed as she looked at the floor.  She heard him say "It's good to
see you're awake, Joan.  I was starting to think you were going to sleep
the whole day away!" Her first thought was that she'd disappointed him,
then she caught the tone in his voice and understood that he wasn't upset
with her; he was just teasing her, and he wouldn't be doing that if he
wasn't happy with her.  He took her hands in his and asked "Are you feeling
okay?" She really didn't understand why he was asking, but she didn't have
any hesitation about answering "I'm FINE, Master!", pleased that he cared
enough to be concerned about her.  She saw his hand come up, and when she
felt him touching her chin, let him tilt her head up so that he could look
at her  -" and making HER happy that she could look at HIM.  She saw him
looking at her closely, but she somehow knew that he was just making sure
for himself that she was as well as she'd told him.  She waited patiently,
and when he finally spoke again, he told her "It's over, Joan.  You've
finished your training, and they've let me have you.  Now you get to go
home with me." Hearing that filled her with such happiness and joy that she
thought her heart would burst: she was finally going to get to serve her
Master!  "But before you can really go anyplace, I'm going to have to go
out and get you some clothes; if you went outside the way you are now,
you'd probably start a riot." She looked down at herself, and saw that she
was naked; she'd gotten so used to not having any clothes TO wear that her
own nakedness had stopped being of any concern to her.  Hearing that her
Master was going to have to leave, at least for a little while, made her
feel a bit sad  -" but the thought that once he returned she'd be able to
go places with him cheered her up again.  She was perfectly willing to go
wherever he told her to, naked or clothed; the idea that HE might get into
trouble if she was naked horrified her, however.  He softly stroked her
cheek for a few moments before telling her "I'm going to go ahead and get
you some things to wear.  I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I promise
that I'll be back here before..."  -" he looked at a clock on one of the
night stands  -" "Four o'clock.  If you want to take a shower about three,
we can go get something to eat later.  Would you like that?" She didn't
bother trying to hide the smile on her face when she answered "Yes, Master
-" I'd like that very much!" He picked up a laptop computer and tucked it
into a carrying case before he turned back to her and said "While I'm gone,
you shouldn't answer the door, or phone, okay?" She nodded her
understanding as she told him "Yes, Master." He came over and gave her a
small kiss on the cheek, told her that she had a toothbrush and everything
in the bathroom, then left.  When he was gone, she moved to sit back down
on the bed she'd woken up on  -" content to simply wait for him to get
back. She couldn't help smiling and reaching up to touch the spot he'd
kissed her, then sighed her contentment.

   Once outside, the man went to his truck  -" still it's factory color,
but with the license plates again modified  -" and drove around the block
that the motel was sitting on.  He ended up parking at the edge of the lot
for a large convenience store that was just a couple of buildings down from
the motel.  Plugging the adapter for his laptop into the cigarette lighter
socket, he turned the machine on.  Once it had gone through the bootup
process, he rapidly connected the wireless video receiver system to the USB
port, and started the video monitoring program that he'd downloaded.  It
wasn't a minute later that he was able to see the room where he'd left the
girl: he'd neatly hidden the wireless camera amid a small pile of clothing
that he'd set on the dresser at one end of the room.
He realized that he might be acting paranoid, but he'd neglected to
cover his ass once before, and he was still paying the price for it.  That
was why he'd registered at the motel with a fake (but damn good) ID,
disguised his license plates again, and was using the wireless video camera
to watch the girl: despite everything he thought and believed, it was still
possible that she was faking the dedication she was showing toward him. 
With the camera, he was able to watch what she did while he was supposedly
out shopping: if she was going to do anything like call the cops or make
any other kind of trouble, it was a fair certainty that she'd do it then,
instead of later.  He'd long since bought some clothing for her, so when he
returned, he'd have something to show for his absence.  He didn't have to
go through the trouble of pretending to go out shopping, but if she was
involved in any kind of deception, the belief that he'd be returning would
-" should!   -" be enough to convince her to use this opportunity to betray

him.  The camera was positioned so that he had a good view of almost the
entire room, and it's clarity and resolution made it easy for him to watch
as she reached up and touched her cheek.  After she'd done that a few
times, he realized that she was touching the spot where he'd kissed her
before he left  -" and that the broad smile on her face was undoubtedly an
indication of how happy she was he'd done it.  Still, after all he'd done,
he wasn't inclined to trust her completely yet.  So he waited, and watched.
And watched some more.  Other than reaching up to touch her cheek a few
more times, she didn't seem to move a muscle  -" until the clock ticked
over to three o'clock.  It wasn't five seconds later before she was in the
bathroom, her actions making it clear that she was getting ready to take a
shower, just as he'd suggested.  When she was done, he watched her dry off,
then spend a few moments styling her hair with her comb before she went
back to sit on the bed again.  A half hour later, he decided that the
changes he'd made to her had genuinely taken effect.  After putting away
the stuff for the wireless video receiver, he drove back to the motel  -"
making sure to take in the packages with her clothing in them.  She might
be his "slave" and totally dedicated to him, but she was still female, and
he was looking forward to seeing her response to what he'd gotten her.

   When she heard the key in the lock, the girl stood up and waited to see
who it was.  She fully expected that it was her Master, but he'd told her
not to answer the door, so it might be somebody else...  Then the door
opened, and it was him.  She watched as he set several large packages on
the other bed before he came over to where she was standing.  He gave her
another kiss on the cheek  -" and played with her butt  -" before he told
her "I'm sorry I took so long, but I was having a hard time figuring out
what to get you." After she'd cast several covetous glances toward the
packages he'd set down, he laughed and told her "Go ahead and open them  -"
it's all your stuff, anyway!" Her Master was back, and that made her happy
again  -" but he'd said he was getting her some clothes, too, and she just
couldn't help wanting to see them.  The two of them went over to the other
bed, and as she reached for one of the bags, he pushed another one off to
the side and told her "Save this one for last..." The first bag she looked
in contained some blouses and a couple of skirts; when she held them up
against herself, she could tell that they were going to be a little bit
loose  -" but they were pretty, and they were a gift from her Master, and
that was all that mattered to her.  As she reached for the second bag, he
told her "I hope the fit on this stuff is close enough; all I had to work
from was the measurements they took of you, and that was some time ago."
She turned to him and said "I think I'm a little bit skinnier than I was,
Master, but I'm sure everything will be fine." before returning to the
second package she'd opened.  Inside it, she found a couple of dresses  -"
simple colors that she could tell would complement her hair and eyes. 
Holding them up against herself, she saw that while they weren't exactly
"revealing", they'd leave little doubt that she was female, either.  The
third bag had two pairs of shoes  -" a pair of black pumps and a pair of
white sandals.  Either pair would go reasonably well with any of the
clothing she'd seen so far.  The fourth package opened up to reveal that it
contained such things as panties  -" in several different colors, but all
minimal  -" a few pairs of pantyhose in various shades, and a small  -" but
fairly complete  -" makeup assortment.  When she pulled that last item out,
he told her "I think you look pretty without makeup, but I thought you
might like to have that, anyway." That he would think of something like
that touched her, and she leaned over to where he was sitting on the edge
of the bed and hesitantly kissed him on the cheek before telling him "Thank
you, Master.  That was very kind." Then it was time for her to open the
last package  -" and when she did, her breath left her.  Inside were just
two things  -" but both of them beautiful.  On top was a white silk blouse,
and when she carefully unfolded it and held it up, she could see that its
simple styling gave it an elegance that she'd seldom seen in real life. 
She carefully set it aside so she could lift out the other item: a black
skirt, knee-length, that was started opaque at the waist and progressed to
nearly transparent at the bottom.  She judged that it would leave an
"interesting" amount of her legs showing for anyone that was interested in
looking at them.  She set it below the blouse, and saw what they would look
like when they were worn together  -" and could only hope that she would
look as good in them as her Master obviously thought she would.  She turned
to look at him again, and he told her "I brought a suitcase that you can
put all that in when we leave.  I, uh, I didn't get you any bras.  I mean,
I know what size you wear, but I think your tits are firm enough that you
don't really need one  -" a bra, I mean.  But if you want some, we can get
them; that's no problem." She smiled at him, pleased with the compliment on
her breasts, and answered "If you don't think I need a bra, Master, then I
won't wear one.  If you want, I don't have to wear panties, either  -"
except when I'm having my period, of course." He smiled back, and replied
"I think I'd like that  -" knowing you're naked underneath whatever you're
wearing." "Thank you for all the nice clothes, Master.  They're all very
nice, and I like them a lot.  Is there anything you would like me to wear
when we go out to eat?" "I think you'd look real pretty in that yellow
dress, Joan." She'd liked the pale yellow dress, too, and turned to pull it
from on top of the other one.  She started to unzip the back of it when he
told her "Unless you're hungry, we've got a little while before it's time
for supper." She set the dress back down and turned to face him before she
said "No, Master, I'm not hungry yet.  If you think we have the time, I- I
would like to please you." "Please me how?" "With my mouth, Master." She
heard him clear his throat before he replied "Uh, yeah, I think I'd like
that." She went over to where he was sitting and knelt down in front of him
before reaching for the zipper on his pants.  She quickly discovered,
however, that it was all but impossible to unzip a pair of pants that were
being sat in.  Realizing the problem, he told her "Why don't I just get
naked and lay down on the bed?  Then you can be little more comfortable,
too." She just nodded her agreement, not trusting herself to say anything
because of the excitement she felt at the chance to be naked with her
Master.  She watched as he quickly took off his shirt, then his shoes and
socks, and finally his pants and undershorts.  When he was naked, she could
see that his penis has started to get longer and thicker.  It took her a
moment to realize that he was already starting to respond to the thought of
what she wanted to do for him  -" and felt pleased that he liked what she
did so much that he'd start to get hard even BEFORE she actually had him in
her mouth.  As he moved to lie down on the bed, she stood up, so that by
the time he was settled she was ready to join him.  She first moved to
between his legs, but when he told her "Get on top of me, with your knees
on either side of my head...", she did as he said.  Taking his penis in her
hand, she lowered her head and took the head of it between her lips before
she felt his head raise up between her legs  -" then the feeling of what
could only be his tongue slipping between her vaginal lips and slide across
her opening.  The thought of using her mouth on him had gotten her excited,
and she knew that she was already wet inside; when she felt his tongue
begin lapping at her opening, she found herself getting even more aroused.

   He'd been able to smell that she was aroused almost as soon as he'd
agreed to let her suck him off  -" as if he'd turn that experience down! 
When she'd gotten onto the bed with him, he'd been tempted to just go ahead
and let her give him a blowjob and be done with it.  But then he'd gotten a
look between her legs and decided to find out if she tasted as good as she
looked.  Now that he was getting the chance, he was delighted to find out
that she did!  The taste of her was fresh and clean; her woman's oils were
light, slightly musky, and somehow sweet, too.  As he continued tonguing
her, he gradually expanded the range of his efforts until he could feel her
clitoris making an appearance out from under its hood.  Slowly, bit by bit,
he shifted his attentions from licking up as much of her oils as he could
pull from her to trying to bring her clitoris out to where he could give it
his full attention.  It took only a couple of minutes before he could tell
that her clitoris was fully erect and exposed; he pulled his head back to
have a look at her, and found the sight of her small, then vaginal lips
framing her glistening opening incredibly erotic.  Gently pulling her labia
apart, he had a good enough view inside her to see that she was, in fact, a
virgin: her intact hymen was visible.  He took the opportunity to give it a
quick look, and decided that it actually looked fairly thin and delicate 
-" he didn't figure that its loss would pain her much, if at all, when the
time came.
At the top of her cleft, he could see her engorged clitoris.  The size
of a large pea, he quickly began fluttering the tip of his tongue across
it, and heard her soft moan of pleasure in response.  When his tongue began
to tire, he fastened his mouth over it, and began a soft rhythmic sucking
of it.  That prompted her to press her pelvis down against his face  -"

which wasn't a bad thing, he decided.  After a bit, his nose told him that
she'd produced another batch of her delicious oils, so he put his tongue
back to work licking them up...

   She was having more than a little trouble keeping her mind on pleasing
her Master  -" because her Master seemed determined to please her.  When
she'd first felt his tongue slipping between her vaginal lips she'd been a
little apprehensive: nobody had ever done anything like that to her before,
and she was worried that he would think that she smelled bad or didn't like
something else about her.  But he'd continued licking her opening, and she
gradually accepted that he enjoyed what he was doing; and truth be told,
she was enjoying the hell out of it, too.  She'd gotten him completely hard
and was happily using her lips and tongue when she felt him begin paying
attention to her clitoris  -" and when he'd started sucking on it, she
couldn't HELP stopping what she was doing so she could try and press as
much of herself as she could into his mouth.  She finally got her wits back
enough that she was able to start bobbing her head up and down to slide her
lips along his shaft  -" but he'd gone back to licking her again, and the
distraction THAT caused kept her from moving very fast.  Through a massive
exercise of willpower, she managed to get her attention back on what she
was doing again; but that focus only lasted until he started probing at the
entrance to her vagina with his tongue, as though he were trying to fuck
her with it.  The idea of him fucking her  -" even if it was just with his
tongue  -" quickly got her more aroused than she thought she could be, and
she began pressing back in response to his efforts in encouragement as she
felt herself getting wetter and wetter.  She could feel herself getting
closer and closer to an orgasm when his tongue softened again so that he
could go back to lapping up the abundant juices she knew she was producing.
It felt damn good to her, but not quite as good as what he'd been doing;
she used that relative respite to refocus on her original goal: to get him
to cum in her mouth.  She had his balls gently cupped in her hand, and was
softly stroking his scrotum when she noticed that they were starting to
pull up toward his body.  More than a little relieved that he was getting
close  -" what he was doing with his lips and tongue were making it
difficult for her to keep her attention on trying to get him off  -" she
slightly increased the suction she was applying to him, and started using
her tongue to stimulate the underside of his penis, right behind the head.
She could feel his balls draw up in response  -" but she also felt him
start doing all kinds of WONDERFUL things to her clitoris with his tongue,
causing her to again pause what she was doing as she delighted in the
sensations he was creating between her thighs.  It was a struggle, but she
managed to get her attention back on the hard cock she still had in her
mouth; with a renewed determination, she began sucking and licking on it
even as she felt her arousal getting closer and closer to it's peak.  In
her hand, she felt her Master's balls pull even closer to his body, and
with a frenzied bobbing of her head, finally managed to bring him to
climax: with a sudden, final, tightening of his balls, he began filling her
mouth with his hot cum  -" which was all she needed to push her over the
edge, too.  Even before she'd had time to fully taste his cum, she was hit
with a tidal wave of pleasure that seemed to radiate from where his tongue
was pressing against her clitoris to envelope her entire body.  She nearly
screamed her pleasure around the pulsating penis that was washing her
tonsils with his salty seed.  It was easily the most powerful orgasm she'd
ever experienced.  Each time his cock jetted another spurt of his cum in
her mouth, she felt another wave of pleasure course through her body; each
time that happened, his tongue would move to lap up the juices she knew
must be flowing out of her  -" which would only prompt her to rub her
tongue against the underside of his erect cock, and earn her another taste
of his jism.  But there was a limit to how much pleasure either of them
could withstand.  After what seemed like both an eternity and too soon, she
felt herself experiencing fewer and fewer spasms of pleasure as her
Master's penis slowly began to soften between her lips.  Using her lips to
milk the last few drops of semen from his penis, she let him slip from her
mouth so she could hold his limp cock in her hand and lick it clean.  When
she was done, she carefully moved off of him, then turned around so she
could lay next to him.  She was delighted when he reached out to put an arm
around her and guide her close; she felt an incredible contentment to be
tucked into his side, and pleased by the affection he was showing her. 
Several minutes later, she heard him say "That was really great, Joan  -"
thank you." She smiled into his shoulder as she answered "I was happy to do
it, Master.  And what you did for me was wonderful!" She could hear the
smile in his voice when he replied "I'm glad you enjoyed it; I like doing
that, and you tasted delicious!"  -" making her blush.  A little while
later, he told her "It's getting late enough that I think we can go out and
get some supper, if you want.  We should probably clean up again, though."
She realized that she WAS hungry by then, and responded "I'd like that,
Master" in response to the first part, then a few moments later "Master? 
Can...  can I wash you, please?" He gave her a small hug, thrilling her,
before he answered "Yeah, I think I'd like that  -" if I get to wash you!"
She felt honored that her Master would want to do that for her, and readily
agreed.  A minute later, both of them were in the shower, where she was
delighted to be able to service him that way  -" and then feel his hands on
her body as he did the same for her.  When they'd dried off, and she'd
combed her hair again, she slipped into the dress he'd said he would like
her to wear  -" not bothering to put anything on underneath it.  Supper was
at one in a chain of steak houses, and she savored every bite of her meal 
-" and felt proud to be with her Master when she saw that other men were
looking at the two of them.  While they ate, her Master cautioned her about
a few things - including displaying too much affection when they were out
in public: she could hold his hand, or even kiss his cheek, but nothing
more.  When they were done eating, they went to a shopping mall, where her
Master got a few things for each of them.  It was getting late by the time
they got back to the motel, and her Master didn't bother removing the
packages from their shopping trip from his truck.  Instead, the two of them
just went inside; when he started to unbutton his shirt, she hurried over
so that she could do it  -" that was what she was there for, after all: to
serve him.  When she'd removed his shirt and carefully set it aside, she
went on to remove his shoes and socks, then his pants.  When he was down to
wearing just his undershorts, she hesitated, and he told her "I sleep
naked."  -" and she knelt down to slip his briefs off, too.  There was a
moment when she wanted to lean forward and take him into her mouth again,
but he turned to pull the covers down before she could act on it.  She
quickly slipped off her dress and neatly laid it on a chair before moving
things from the other bed so she would have someplace to sleep; in her
heart, she was hoping and praying that she would be allowed to share his
bed.  She had finished clearing the bed and was reaching for the bed covers
when she heard him ask "Would you rather sleep with ME?" Turning to him and
seeing that he was lying on his side, her heart was in her throat when she
answered "If it would be okay..." He threw the covers back a little and
gestured to the spot in front of him when he told her "Come on, then." She
didn't waste a moment to do just that  -" sliding under the covers and
moving to lie on her side in front of him.  He pulled the covers back over
both of them, then put his arm around her and gently pulled her back so
that she was spooning in front of him.  A moment later, he moved his hand
over her breast, holding it as he wriggled himself a little closer.  She
could feel his flaccid penis resting along the cleft of her ass cheeks, and
was enthralled by the thought of being able to sleep with him.  She felt so
happy, so loved, at being able to share his bed that he fell asleep well
before she could.

   He got her home the next day, and over the several weeks that followed
he managed to gently and carefully get her adapted into his lifestyle.  She
didn't have any problem remembering the details he provided about her
identity, or the story he'd concocted about how they'd met.  She didn't
know that he had a way into a couple of government databases, and that
anyone checking on her would find that she had a perfectly serviceable
identity.  The biggest problem  -" if it could be called that  -" was her
attitude that she should be doing anything and everything for him.  He
suspected that she'd even wipe his ass for him if he so much as hinted he'd
like her to.  Instead, however, he got her used to the idea that he was
perfectly willing to do things for himself every now and then  -" that it
wasn't a dissatisfaction or displeasure with HER when he got up to get his
own cup of coffee or make himself a sandwich.  In return, she got
considerable pleasure from having him laying on the couch with his head on
her lap as he read a book, or laying with HER head on HIS lap  -" almost
invariably with him resting his hand on her belly or cupping her breast  -"
when they watched television.  She got used to wearing clothing again, but
seldom wore panties.  Each night, she gratefully shared his bed.  The two
of them had sex fairly often, and at random times and places; he'd gotten
some lubricant, and she enjoyed having him fucking her ass a number of
times.  He also introduced her to nearly all of his friends along the way,
so she was able to answer the phone along with the other services she
happily performed for him.  She was meticulous about calling him "Master"
only when the two of them were alone, and had complete privacy.  He was out
on an errand one day when the phone rang.  She answered it as he'd
suggested she should  -" only instead of the voice of one of his friends,
she heard a Master say; "Joan, we told you that you would have a chance to
tell us if you are content with the one that you have been given to.  If
you are unhappy, or you are not being treated well, you may return to us
for additional training.  What would you tell us?" She didn't have any
hesitation about answering "I'm treated well, and I'm very happy and
content here, Master.  If it's okay, I'd like to stay here." "Your master
has said that he is pleased with you, also.  Very well, then  -" if you are
content with where you are, then we shall not contact you again as long as
your master is content with you." With that, the line went dead  -" but she
wasn't thinking about that as she set the phone back on it's hook: they'd
told her that her Master was pleased with her!  That simple statement was
enough to keep her happy until her Master got home an hour or so later. 
When he came in, he found her in the kitchen  -" apparently contemplating
what to fix for supper  -" and asked "Any phone calls while I was gone?"
just as he usually did; she simply told him "There was a call from That
Place, Master.  They wanted to know if I wanted to stay here, and I told
them that I did, if it was okay." Since he'd gotten her home, he'd managed
to get her to talk about her experiences  -" as his captive, but she didn't
know that  -" and concluded that she remembered virtually nothing about it;
at least, not in any detail.  She could remember what the food was like,
and what her schedule had been, but couldn't remember something as simple
as what the Masters had looked like.  Not knowing how else to refer to it,
she'd taken to simply calling it That Place.  He looked at her and asked
"That's it?  They just asked if you wanted to leave, and you said no?"
"That's correct, Master." He smiled at her and said "I'm glad to hear that.
I told them that I was happy with you, but I wasn't sure if you would want
to stay with me, or not." She bowed her head and answered "Master, I would
stay as long as I can serve you." He set aside the small bag he had in his
hand, and came over to where she was.  Putting his arms around her, he
hugged her and then gave her a small kiss  -" on the lips, the first time
he'd ever done it.  She felt her heart swell with pride and affection, and
tentatively put her arms around him and hugged him back.  When he was done
hugging her, he pulled back slightly and asked "Is there anything you want
to do to celebrate staying with me?" She bowed her head again, and
hesitantly answered "Yes, Master.  I- I want you...  to fuck me." "In the
ass?  Or..." "No, Master  -" I mean really fuck me.  I- I want you to have
my virginity." He hugged her again before asking "I'd like that, Joan. 
When?" She looked up at him and answered "Now, Master, if we can." He just
grinned and asked "Did you want to go someplace in particular, like the
bedroom, or would anyplace be okay?" "Anyplace would be fine, Master... 
I...  I've wanted you to do me that way for a long time..." she answered, a
trifle nervously.  He lowered his head and kissed her  -" something that
she always enjoyed.  She kissed him back, and felt his hands move around to
her hips  -" and then up to her breasts.  Through the light material of her
blouse, she felt him begin rubbing his thumbs across her nipples, making
them dent her blouse even more.  Lower down, she could feel his penis
pressing against her mons, and she began rubbing her pelvis against his. 
After only a minute or so of that, his hands moved to cup her breasts and
begin squeezing them gently.  Her breath was coming faster and faster, but
her lips never left his; her hands moved down his back to his butt so she
could hold him in place as she rubbed herself against him even more.  A
couple of minutes later, his hands left her breasts so he could begin
unbuttoning her blouse; as each button came undone, he would softly kiss
and suck on the newly exposed skin.  It wasn't much longer before the
blouse was completely open  -" and it remained on her body only a few
moments beyond that point.  With the upper half of her body exposed to his
kissing, soft bites, and gentle sucking, his hands moved down to her ass 
-" and began sliding her skirt up so that it started bunching around her
waist.  When he'd pulled enough of it up, she felt his hands move to her
ass, where he began squeezing and caressing her as his lips fastened on one
of her nipples.  Even as he was playing with her ass and sucking on her
tits, she was continuing to press herself against him; she could feel his
penis slowly getting larger and harder.  With what his hands and mouth were
doing, and the knowledge that he'd soon be fucking her for the first time,
she could feel  -" and even smell  -" herself becoming more and more
aroused.  But it wasn't so much HER excitement that interested her as it
was his: she wanted him hard and in her!  She started bending her knees so
that her body began to get lower and lower; he tried to stay with her for a
little bit, but finally let his hands slide free of her ass cheeks and her
left nipple pull from between his lips.  With nothing holding her back, she
continued downward until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him.  It
was only a matter of a few seconds before she had his pants unfastened and
his cock and balls extracted from his shorts  -" and his penis in her
mouth. Less than a minute went by before she had him fully erect; he
reached down and grasped her by the upper arms and pulled her up again. 
When she was standing, he reached down and cupped her ass in his hands  -"
then lifted her off the floor and carried her the short distance to the
dining area before setting her down on the table.  He squatted down, and
she happily spread her legs for him: she knew what he wanted to do.  His
tongue quickly moved to begin licking up the overflow of her juices before
moving upwards and softly twirling her clitoris.  Only a couple of minutes
went by before she knew she was as aroused as she'd ever been, her hips
arching in response to his considerable oral talents.  He knew what she
really wanted, though, and pulled his mouth away from her undulating pelvis
to stand up again.  She watched as he unfastened his belt, then his pants,
then slid those and his undershorts down  -" leaving his erect penis waving
in the air, shiny with her saliva.  Moving forward a bit, he reached down
and took hold of his manhood, then slid it up and down between her vaginal
lips, wetting it with her abundant oils.  Then he positioned the head of it
against her opening, and lifted his head to look at her.  Their eyes
locked, and she gave him a small nod that she was ready.  He started to
press forward, and both of them looked down to watch as he began to slide
into her.  Almost immediately, he ran into the obstruction of her
maidenhead; he looked up at her again, and again she nodded for him to
continue.  He slid himself the short distance in and out of her a few
times, then suddenly pressed himself forward  -" far and hard enough to
push his way through her hymen.  She felt the pain of it tearing  -" but it
wasn't much, and it didn't last long; it was soon overwhelmed by the
incredible pleasure she felt at having his seemingly massive cock starting
to fill her aching pussy.  She watched as he backed out of her a little  -"
far enough that she could see the traces of blood from her extinct cherry 
-" then back in, getting nearly half his length into her before he had to
stop again.  His next effort ended only when he was completely inside her;
the feeling was better than she'd ever dreamed it could be, and she nearly
climaxed just from that!

   He found himself somewhat amazed that she'd been able to take him so
quickly and so easily.  Even though he thought her hymen would be fairly
easy to get through, he'd still thought she'd have some pain from it,
anyway.  But other than a brief grimace, the only thing she'd exhibited was
an eagerness to have him inside.  He'd deliberately tried to stimulate her
as much as possible when he'd used his mouth on her; he figured that the
wetter she was, the easier it would be for both of them  -" and her wetness
was the only thing that had made it possible.  She was incredibly tight
inside, and if it hadn't been for the lubrication of her arousal, he wasn't
sure he'd have been able to make it without getting the lube they used when
he fucked her in the ass.  Now, with his cock buried balls-deep in her, he
had to hold himself still so that the twitching and flexing of her vagina
didn't push him over the edge: between how incredibly tight she was, and
the feeling of the head of his penis pressing against the deepest part of
her, it wouldn't take much right then to make it happen.  But as he held
himself steady, he was able to get control of himself and pull away from
the edge; after just a few minutes, he figured he was ready to give her the
fucking she'd asked him for.

   She'd been grateful when he held still inside her.  As wonderful as it
felt to finally have him inside her that way, still it was her first time 
-" and she'd welcomed the chance to try and relax, and let herself stretch
to fit him.  She thought she could feel every muscle and vein on his cock,
she was so full!  But her desire to feel him fucking her was powerful, so
when he finally started moving in her, she was more than ready.  The first
time he slid himself out of her until only the head of his penis was in
her, she couldn't stifle a low groan of disappointment  -" or the even
louder moan of pleasure when he pressed himself back in again, his pubic
bone bumping against her clitoris.  A couple more iterations of that, and
she could feel that her juices were thoroughly smeared along his entire
length: he was sliding into her more and more easily, and the sound of his
manhood slipping into her all-but-dripping vagina filled the air with a
liquid rhythm that she found incredibly erotic.
As her vagina stretched to accommodate him, he was able to increase the
speed of his actions; the way she lifted her hips in welcome made it clear
to him that he wasn't hurting her  -" far from it, in fact.  It wasn't but
a couple of minutes before she felt herself having an orgasm, crying out
her release.  Even as wave after wave of pleasure radiated out from the
core of her womanhood, he continued pistoning in and out of her, further

intensifying her pleasure.  When she got her breathing back under control,
her arousal hadn't diminished; each thrust of his massive prick into her
sopping pussy only ratcheted her higher and higher as she felt herself
approaching an even higher peak.

   That she'd cum so soon after he started fucking her initially amazed
him. One of the commands that he'd implanted in her had been that she would
be easily aroused, and that she'd find it easy to climax  -" after all, he
liked the feeling when women orgasmed with his cock in them.  But he really
hadn't expected that she'd cum so fast the first time he fucked her  -"
particularly so soon after she'd had her cherry broken!  The feeling of her
tight, wet pussy clenching at him as she'd orgasmed had felt terrific  -"
and judging from the sounds she was making, she was getting ready to do it
again, even harder.  Damn, he'd been lucky to pick her!

   Her Master was rhythmically filling and emptying her; each time his cock
slid home, he was bumping against her clitoris and sending sparks of
pleasure into the tinder of her desire  -" and it wasn't much longer before
one of those sparks caught, igniting an inferno of ecstasy in the form of
what was an incredibly powerful orgasm for her  -" she could hear herself
practically screaming as the first spasm of pleasure overwhelmed her.  And
still he kept thrusting into her!  The end of her second climax left her
gasping for air, and weak from the effects of such a powerful release  -"
but he was still fucking her, and she could feel herself responding to his
efforts.  Over the next few minutes, the speed and force of his thrusts
steadily increased, pushing her own pleasure and desires higher.  She was
rapidly approaching what she could tell would be  -" by far!   -" the most
intense orgasm of her life when she felt him slow down and almost pound
himself into her a couple of times before trying to stuff every millimeter
of his wonderful cock into her pussy.  She thought she was going to miss
out on that orgasm, and was ready to accept that idea after the two she'd
already had.  But then she felt him begin spraying his cum in her; the
sudden heat and additional wetness of it was enough to not just push her
over the edge of release, but THROW her over  -" she did scream, long and
loud, with the power of the orgasm she started having as he continued to
fill her not only with his manhood, but his cum, as well.

   He'd managed to put off cumming through two of her climaxes, but when
her hot, tight vagina began clenching and squeezing him a third time, he
couldn't put it off any longer.  With a couple of slow, hard thrusts into
her, he tried to see how much of his body he could force into her before
the first hot jet of his semen erupted from the end of his dick.  He
thought he was going to lose an eardrum when she suddenly screamed  -" and
heard the scream cut off as her pussy clamped down on him, only to begin a
fluttering sensation that motivated his cock and balls to an even greater
effort at filling her with his cum.  Looking down at her, he could see that
her arousal had caused a blush on her skin that extended all the way down
to INCLUDE her breasts; until then, the farthest he'd seen any woman blush
that way had been down to the tops of her breasts  -" and even THAT had
only happened after her fifth orgasm.  This one, though...

   With the end of her climax, the girl could only lie back and gasp as she
tried to draw in the oxygen her body was demanding in payment for the
pleasure she'd just gotten from it.  Every muscle in her body had heeded
the call of that orgasm, and she didn't have the strength to try to speak 
-" to thank him, as best she could, for an experience that had gone far,
far beyond what she'd hoped and prayed it would.  She could tell that he
wasn't as hard as he'd been when he'd been fucking her, but she also knew
that he hadn't shrunk much, either; she didn't know that the sensations she
was continuing to feel in her vagina were stimulating him enough to
dramatically slow the process.  Finally, though, the twitching in her pussy
slowed and tapered off enough that his penis finally pulled free of her  -"
causing her to feel a slight draft in a part of her body that had never had
such an experience before.  He lowered his head and gave her a soft, tender
kiss on the lips before he said "Thank you, dear.  That was very special to
me." She'd gotten herself together enough that she was able to answer
"Thank YOU, Master  -" it was so much better than I thought it could be. 
You made me feel so good!", knowing that he could see the joy he'd brought
her, and the gratitude she felt.  He kissed her lips again before he told
her "I'm glad; you made me feel pretty damn good, too!"  -" the kiss he
gave her, and his words, filling her heart with happiness and affection. 
With another tender kiss, he stood and took a step back, making room so she
could get her feet on the floor and stand, too.  When she looked at him,
she saw that his his penis and lower belly were coated with the sticky
remains of their combined juices  -" as well as a few flecks of her
virginal blood.  Telling him "Master, if you want to clean up with a
shower, I'd like to wash you..." He smiled and answered "I'd like that,
dear", then reached down for his undershorts.  She quickly told him "Oh,
no, Master!  You shouldn't do that  -" you might ruin them!" and quickly
squatted down to remove his shoes and socks before sliding his pants and
undershorts down to where he could step out of them.  When she stood again,
she thought for a moment, then reached out to unbutton, then remove, his
shirt, too, before taking off her skirt.  Holding their clothing in one
hand, she reached out and took him by the hand to lead him to the shower 
-" her concern about the cum running down her leg limited to making sure
she didn't let it get on anything else.  Once in the shower, she was glad
to be able to soap up a washcloth and clean him  -" all of him.  He didn't
know it, but she always enjoyed washing him like that; being able to touch
him that way, and perform such as simple act for him satisfied her desire
to serve him in a way that few other things did.  When she was done, she
was delighted when he wanted to do the same thing for her; that he would be
willing to do something like that for her always made her feel honored and
treasured.  When they were done, both of them got dressed.  She told him
she was going to get supper ready, and was pleasantly surprised when he
pulled her into a kiss before patting her on the butt before letting her
go. The next morning, she woke up a bit sore  -" but not enough to
interfere with her duties.  Besides, it was a reminder to her of the
pleasure she'd had the day before  -" and every twinge brought her a happy
sigh of recollection.

   A few months later, a clerk in an office of an unknown government
intelligence agency had a look at a report that he'd gotten.  He was new on
the job, and turned to his officemate  -" who'd been there approximately
forever, it seemed  -" to ask what the story was after showing him the
report.  "Oh, yeah, I remember him", the fellow replied.  "Phil Towers.  He
was in Germany when the Wall came down.  It happened right after I started
here; I was as green as you are." The youngster asked "What happened?" "He
was one of ours in Germany; a real up-and-comer  -" just a couple years
with us, and he was our top guy there.  Man, he had some kind of talent for
finding people and flipping them so they'd work for us!  It was like he
could get into their minds and say or do the perfect thing.  Anyway, when
the Wall came down, he was supposed to meet with somebody that claimed to
have the top-level documents from the Stasi  -" the East German secret
police.  Turned out to be a trick, and the Sovs got ahold of him.  He
wasn't 'covered', so there wasn't a damn thing we could do for him.  There
was some kind of flap about that, believe me!  We were worried that they'd
break him and get the rest of our people, along with all the folks HE was
running.  Listen, kid, there's nobody that can't be broken; that James Bond
shit is just movies, y'now?  So we knew they were going to get to him,
sooner or later  -" except that with him, it was a hell of a lot later than
anybody expected.  He never was able to tell us how he did it, but he hung
in there long enough for us to get our people out and reassigned; and we
got damn near all of HIS agents, too, before he finally gave it up.  Trust
me on this: there were a LOT of damn grateful people when we finally got
him back.  But by him holding out the way he had, the Soviets had enough
time to really do a number on him  -" we couldn't use him for anything. 
They finally decided to give him a Medical, and put him out to pasture  -"
AFTER they bumped him up a couple of levels so the Medical pay would be a
little higher than what his regular pay had been.  The Sovs had burned his
mind real bad - if anyone got too aggressive with him, he'd just fold up,
kind of.  Like I said, there was a lot of people that owed him for what
he'd done.  Since then, we kind of keep an eye on him, just to make sure
he's still okay.  When these things"  -" he affectionately slapped his
computer monitor  -" "came out, he got pretty interested in them, and we
got another agency to give him access to some of the government systems. 
He doesn't seem to use them much, but hey, it doesn't cost anything, so we
just keep it open to him.  Anyway, what you've got there is just the report
from our last checkup on him  -" looks like he's got himself a girlfriend,
which is new, but good for him.  Nothing to get worried or excited about;
just log it in, and remember him." The senior clerk handed the paper back,
and the younger dutifully entered it into the system  -" suitably impressed
by the story the old fart had told him.

   Purely by coincidence, that afternoon there was another conversation in
a different part of the country.  The new man assigned to the Missing
Persons squad asked his boss "Detective Dickens?  Is there anything I
should know about this case?", handing over a thin file folder.  The
detective opened it up and looked at it for a few moments before replying
"No, not really.  She was a kid the uniforms used to have to pick up every
so often for shoplifting or some other thing  -" smoking dope, drinking,
that kind of crap.  She was gone for a week before her old man climbed out
of his bottle long enough to report it.  Nobody saw anything happen to her;
she just disappeared after leaving one of her friends' homes.  We figure
she skipped to someplace else.  Hell, the way she was going, she's probably
got a pimp and a habit by now, and hooking on Times Square or in L.A.  or
something.  It's a dead case, nothing to worry about." After getting the
file back, the new guy put it back in the files, and went on to something
that might be more productive.

   That night, an older man and young girl held each other in bed, each of
them sighing in contentment before they fell asleep.