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A Girl Reborn
Copyright (c) 2005 - Dorsai


LEGAL DISBLAMER This is a dirty, nasty, *filthy* story  or some people
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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.
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