The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The van was waiting in the underground garage. Two female figures manoeuvred a third woman with long blonde hair swiftly onwards through the deserted parking lot. Both had a tight grip of the blonde woman’s arms, guiding her forward quickly through the open space. The passive woman made no attempt to resist. After opening the rear doors of the vehicle, the woman was pressed inside.

The interior was dimly lit but it was possible to make out what lay inside. Two black padded seats, one positioned against each side-wall and staggered to allow maximum access, faced the middle of the van. The seat furthest from the rear door was already occupied by a raven haired, dark-complected woman. She sat quite still, apparently uncaring about these new arrivals. The seated woman’s left shirt sleeve was pulled up and a medical drip protruded from her arm. Headphones, thick and black, covered her ears completely, while a pair of mirrored goggles hid her eyes.

One of the guidewomen pressed the pliant blonde into the empty chair. Sitting calmly on the padded seat, the docile figure then allowed the two women to secure the straps around her arms, legs and chest without demur. After that, she made no protest as her sleeve was pulled up also, followed shortly thereafter by a sudden sharp sting as the needle punctured her flesh. But even this sudden pain didn’t cause the inert woman to react. She maintained her calm composure. Like her companion, goggles and headphones were immediately fitted over her eyes and ears.

Submerged in the cacophony of sound and light that immediately entranced her passive mind, the blonde woman didn’t even register movement as the vehicle set off on its journey.

Within moments it was just another anonymous white van lost in rush hour traffic.

She was expected. The guards on the outer doors opened them without demur. Normally she would have paused to admire their sinewy, hard bodies barely concealed beneath the sleek glistening black latex bikinis and gleaming boots, but not today. She had been summoned.

vonda entered the Throne Room.

Flickering flames from the large open fire in the centre of the floor lit the interior of the large room revealing the recessed niches dotted in the walls. Within each niche, shaped like a sentry box cut out of the stone wall, a guard stood at attention, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. The impassive, blank eyes of the guardwomen bored into the new arrival, searching for any sign of danger. Forever vigilant, the Queen’s praetorians were fanatical devotees ready to die, or kill, to protect their charge. vonda had made quite sure of that.

vonda pressed her knees to the cold stone flagstones and waited.

Beyond the blazing fire, a chaise-longue covered in plush pillows was occupied by a woman in a green silk robe with long flaming red hair. She lay back, reclining with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the scene before her with obvious amusement. Sprawled in front of the couch, on the cushions and rugs strewn across the floor below, two women were lost in the throes of passion, busily licking and sucking each other’s newly shaven and pierced pussies. vonda immediately recognised the two playthings as the latest additions to Her harem. Considerable effort had gone into procuring this matched pair of identical twins and into disappearing them both from the outside world. With some relish, vonda recalled the heady mixture of fear and defiant anger they had both had exhibited before she’d set to work on them. But, like everything in her Queen’s world, they were soon bent and twisted into whatever She desired, just as vonda had been.

Her own conventional career in neuroscience had been cut short once vonda had been sucked into her Queen’s orbit. An inescapable combination of excitement, curiosity, arousal, power and raw desire had sealed vonda’s fate and drawn her like a moth to the flame. vonda’s Queen had promised her fulfillment, a lifetime of happiness and unlimited resources to pursue her unorthodox activities. She had not been disappointed.

The two slurping sisters continued unabated, their hands teasing each other’s breasts as the passion built ever upwards.

“Good little toys,” soothed their Queen from the chair, “slowly. Take your time my slaves and entertain me.”

The two writhing women mewled in pleasure, tongues buried deep within one another’s dripping cunts as they shuddered in suppressed agony as they continued their performance in order to amuse their Queen.

“Ah vonda,” She smiled brightly, “such pretty little things aren‘t they?”

vonda’s entire body quivered as she felt the heat build within her.

Maintaining her composure, vonda crawled forward, past the slobbering whores, and eagerly pressed her lips to the perfectly formed foot of her Goddess. The touch of the warm skin, sent electricity through her body as her own pussy began to flow with desire, leaking out from beneath the black latex lab-coat that was the only garment she wore. A small puddle had already formed on the floor beneath her.

“My Queen, i live to please you,” vonda recited in trembling devotion.

“You please me very much, vonda.” her Queen retorted. Her sharp brown eyes lit up with delight as vonda’s eyes rolled backwards in barely suppressed bliss.

“So you have some news for me?,” She inquired.

“Yes my Queen,” vonda stuttered slighty as she fought to retain her composure. “Mistress Cassandra has taken our bait. The model agency was, as suspected, a front for her recruitment activities. The subject Rachel Griffin registered with the agency last week and received an appointment for earlier this afternoon. It is assumed that she was subdued at this point by slaves of Mistress Cassandra, probably using the fast-acting will suppressant we have encountered previously. We then tracked the subject being transported in a van for several hours before it arrived, as expected, in Mistress Cassandra’s main residence. According to our monitoring, the subject has entered the compound and has been located in an underground level for a number of hours, where she is presumably undergoing some kind of enslavement procedure.”

“Hmm, so now we just have to wait,” her Queen mused. “But this is good news vonda. The plan proceeds as we had hoped. Every moment that passes hastens the downfall of that so-called Mistress.”

“Yes my Queen,” vonda retorted as calmly as possible.

Turning those sharp, deep eyes towards her kneeling servant once more, the Queen inquired in a voice that left no doubt as to the consequences of failure. “You are certain of your methods vonda?”

“My Queen, i am certain of success. The techniques used on the subject, Rachel Griffin, are of a type that i have developed specifically for this task. The subject’s mind is completely unconscious and unaware of the treatment we have given her. Of the two weeks she spent in my laboratory, the subject knows nothing. That time has effectively been erased from her consciousness. Based on the knowledge gleaned from the capture and examination of the two slaves captured from Mistress Cassandra, it is extremely unlikely that the subject will be investigated in a manner that will reveal her prior treatment. Mistress Cassandra’s techniques are much less advanced than mine.”

A wry smile twisted her questioner’s gorgeous lips. “What’s this vonda? Professional pride?”

“My Queen, i have no pride. All i am belongs to you,” vonda groveled hastily. “i merely meant to state that Mistress Cassandra’s abilities are far inferior to Yours, My Queen.”

The perfect pearly white teeth glittered in delight. “Very good, vonda. I never doubted you for an instant.”

“My Queen, i exist to obey only you,” vonda fawned again.

“And the implanted devices? Will they work?”

“Their discovery is unlikely my Queen. The network of implants have been deeply embedded within the subject’s cranium. By manufacturing them from an advanced organic-composite material, they should remain undetected by standard examination methods. As the implant is a passive receiver, it does not emit an electronic footprint which might reveal its presence, until activated. So far, whatever shielding or precautions Mistress Cassandra has taken to secure her facility have failed to stop our test transmissions reaching the implanted units.”

“Excellent vonda. I am relying on you,” the redheaded Queen announced before turning to look to one side.

“Prime unit, attend me.”

From one of the recessed niches on the left wall, a female figure emerged, and strode forward until she too stood before the couch. vonda felt the raw, primal devotion emanate from every pore of the dark haired, muscleslave’s body as the latex clad guard knelt alongside her, before leaning in to kiss her Queen’s feet.

“My Queen, this slave awaits Your command,” the guardswoman averred, absolute worship dripping from every word.

“Prepare my troops for the operation against Mistress Cassandra as planned. I want them to be ready when the time comes.”

“My Queen, Your slaves live to obey and please You,” the warrior proclaimed aloud.

Kneeling side by side, the two very aroused minions stared up at their deity, basking in her radiance. To one side, the two sisterslaves continued their lewd performance unabated.

“Good slaves, Your Queen is very pleased,” She purred.

A wicked gleam glittered in her eye as She suddenly commanded them. “All of you, cum! Cum! CUM SLAVES! Cum for ME!”

Four agonised screams echoed through the chamber as the slavewomen dissolved into sheer bliss.

There was a vague memory of lights, flashing and flickering in front of her eyes. Then there was the hazy recollection of voices, whispering and calling to her as she slept.

But now all was silent.

Slowly, she sat up to find herself in a long windowless room lined with a row of what looked like hospital beds, one of which she was lying on. In the adjacent bed another woman reclined, half covered by the white blanket. She was very pretty, the still groggy woman thought, running her eyes over the curvaceous body, pausing only to lick her lips as she savoured the woman’s bare, heavy breasts.

“Hello,” the woman greeted her with a broad smile, “I wondered how long it would take for you to wake up.” There was a slight trace of an accent in her voice that sounded as if French was her first tongue. Or perhaps she’s Canadian, came the stray thought into the woman‘s mind. But she knew somehow that it didn’t really matter. Her natural curiosity was surprisingly absent. Perhaps that should bother her, however right now she felt no inclination whatsoever to question anything.

“Uh, hi,” she responded unsteadily, still distracted by the display of delicious flesh before her. “Who are you?” she inquired of her companion.

The French woman shook her head and laughed, “I do not remember! I was hoping that you would tell me.”

Suddenly she became aware of her own nakedness beneath the thin sheet as her unsteady mind trawled through her memories for an answer. The hungry eyes of her companion ravished her body, causing her to tingle beneath the sheets.

“Me neither,” she shook her head in frustration, “I can’t remember anything.”

“That is ok,” the French-sounding woman replied cheerily.

She nodded, and returned the smile. It didn’t matter. “Hey, you have great breasts,” the woman with no name continued. “Wanna fuck?”

The French-accented woman’s eyes danced with delight. “Oh yes!”

Naked bodies entwined, the two nameless women lay on the bed, lost in the satisfying afterglow of their lovemaking. Spent but happy, the pair lay in each other’s arms and were content to think of nothing and gently caress each other.

A shadow fell over them as a person stood over them. The two women blinked weakly as they took in the figure before them. She was in her twenties, tall and dressed in a very skimpy white nurses uniform, whose skirt barely covered her naked crotch and did little to conceal her shapely bra-less breasts.

“Get up,” the nurse told them.

Untwining themselves, the two lovers got to their feet and waited. The nurse looked at them for a moment and said nothing.

“Who are you?” the nurse questioned her French lover.

She shook her head in reply. “I do not know.”

The nurse now turned to her and repeated the question: “Who are you?”

“I don’t know either,” she responded.

The nurse didn’t react to this information. She simply stared ahead. “Listen and understand: you are the property of Mistress Cassandra. You must obey and serve Mistress Cassandra.”

It was as if a cartoon light bulb had suddenly lit up inside her head. Information pored forth, filling the blanks that she had been content to ignore until now.

“I am the property of Mistress Cassandra,” she announced in unison with her lover. It was true. She was property. The blonde woman who couldn’t remember her name knew that with a certainly that brooked no challenge.

“I must serve and obey Mistress Cassandra,” the two women continued, reciting the words that were burned into their minds.

“Good,” the nurse announced calmly.

“You are a slave of Mistress Cassandra. Mistress Cassandra is your Mistress. Slaves obey their Mistress.”

Again, the two voices sounded as one as they proclaimed the only truth that mattered, now and forever: “I am a slave of Mistress Cassandra. Mistress Cassandra is my Mistress. Slaves obey their Mistress.”

The thought of her Mistress caused the blonde woman to moisten heavily just like a good slave should. The new slave was content, happy to bask in a comforting glow now that she knew who she was and what her only purpose was.

The nurse produced two bands of red leather and held them out to the two new slaves. They each took one of the narrow strips and looked at it: embossed into the leather in white was the word SLUT. A trickle of dew dribbled down the new slave’s leg.

“You will serve and pleasure our Mistress as her sluts,” the nurse announced. Turning to her fellow French slave, the nurse informed her matter of factly; “you are slut 87. You are a slave of Mistress Cassandra”

“I am slut 87,” her lover agreed happily. “I am a slave of Mistress Cassandra.”

Satisfied, the nurse now looked directly at her. “You are slut 88. You are a slave of Mistress Cassandra.”

Joy bloomed in her mind as she utterly accepted who she truly was. ““I am slut 88,” the newly born slave proudly announced. “I am a slave of Mistress Cassandra.”

“Slut 87, slut 88, fasten the slavecollars around your necks.”

Moments later, the two newly collared slutslaves followed their nurse out of the room and into their new lives.

The slut entered the appropriate room. This task had been assigned to her earlier during her daily programming. The control room was round, filled with computer equipment. A large curved desk was located in the centre of the room and two women sat behind it. Neither of the women, intent upon their tasks, looked away from the flickering screens as the slut entered the chamber.

Slut 88 smiled inwardly as she strutted her way towards the desk. She loved her Mistress. She loved being a slut. The past three weeks since her transformation into a slave had been one long haze of orgasm. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

In her mind, the slut’s programming told her that she was here to reward these two slaves. Mistress was so kind. She liked to keep her hard working slaves happy and content, and slut 88 loved her for it.

Slut 88 approached the woman sitting on her right; a tall, flat-chested slave, dressed in a plain white skinny tee and denim shorts paired with white calf length boots. The slave was neither attractive nor unattractive, slut 88 thought. An unremarkable, rather average looking woman who would have been destined to marry an average looking guy, work in an average job and have a couple of average kids in the average world outside. But now thanks to the kindness of Mistress, she had become beautiful. She was a slave and all slaves were beautiful before their Mistress. Mere physical appearance meant nothing in Mistress Cassandra’s realm. They were all equally important; every slave had a particular role and function to perform. Obviously, these two had been chosen for their technical skills rather than physical attributes, unlike slut 88, but that was how they served Mistress best.

Kneeling between the tall slave’s legs, the slut reached up to unbutton the woman’s shorts. Without taking her eyes off the monitors, the slave eased herself up in the chair slightly to allow the slut to slide the denim garment down, baring a smooth, freshly cropped pussy. At no time did the slave’s concentration wander from the screens she was watching. The steady, rhythmic clicking on the keyboard on the desk above the slut’s head continued as before.

Slut 88 looked at her task for a moment and rejoiced at the thought of yet another glorious slavepussy to pleasure. Then she eased her head in between the woman’s already splayed legs and let her tongue begin its well-practiced work. There was a slight break in the steady keystrokes for a moment as the slave’s mind registered the pleasure starting to build between her legs. But other than that, the woman kept concentrating on her assigned task, just as slut 88 concentrated on hers.

vonda looked up from the screen on which the new algorithms she was writing were displayed as the door to the control room opened. Three praetorians approached her. One was Prime Unit dressed in her uniform, while the two others were clad in inky black wetsuits. Framed by the open faced hoods they wore, two blank, emotionless faces stared vacantly ahead. The two guardslaves wide expressionless eyes registered absolutely no flicker of emotion.

“These two have been chosen for the mission,” Prime Unit announced.

vonda nodded in agreement. These two were the strongest swimmers and were best suited to undertake this particular phase of the operation. Once they had formulated the plan, vonda had immediately begun searching out for the blind spots and weaknesses in Mistress Cassandra‘s lair. Mistress Cassandra was no fool; she had done a very good job on securing her compound. Good enough to foil many a well thought out incursion. However, vonda was prepared. Mistress Cassandra’s facility had one tiny chink in its armor. A small river ran beneath it from which the facility drew quite a lot of its water supply used to cool the machinery within. The river was studded with motion detectors and sensors designed to prevent any unauthorised access. Those sensors, thanks to vonda’s elaborate countermeasures, could be thwarted easily enough. The only real sticking point was the access hatch, which could only be opened from the inside.

vonda’s gaze lingered over the stiff ebony slave on the right; a promising young swimmer with a possible Olympic career ahead of her. Her Queen had been quite smitten by the sight of her in tight lycra while attending an intervarsity event the previous year and had immediately arranged for the young student’s disappearance. vonda remembered the girl’s arrival vividly. The acquisition team had been delayed and the sedatives had almost worn off by the time vonda had finally managed to get her hands on her. The black girl had put up quite a fight before they had managed, with some difficulty, to strap her down into the programming module, as she had continued spewing bile at all and sundry.

It was all terribly arousing.

vonda had made sure that she got to oversee her conversion personally. She had delighted in laying layer after layer of conditioning into the girl’s mind and watching the earlier resistance slowly fade away as the former athlete sank deeper and deeper into inescapable bondage to her Queen. It was all so deliciously orgasmic.

The black woman had changed since vonda had seen her last; her body was even more toned and fit beneath the tight rubber suit she wore. One of the fringe benefits of using brainwashing as an exercise motivation tool. Two wide, brown-eyed portals stared out passively from beneath the wetsuit’s hood, registering only the thoughts that had been placed into the smooth mind beyond. vonda felt a stirring between her legs as she recalled their last encounter. Perhaps vonda would ask her Queen later if it would be possible to sample this particular dish at a later stage.

But the priority right now was to accomplish their mission. There would be time for such delights later on. If the divers could get that far undetected and their catspaw did what she was told, then Mistress Cassandra’s goose was well and truly cooked. Everything depended on their unsuspecting mole.

Slut 88 woke. It was late. Her body was entwined with the slumbering form of her fellow slaveslut. Around her, other scantily clad women slumbered peacefully, cozied up with lovers and fellow sluts in the dormitory they all shared. Slut 88 stared into the dim light for a moment. Something had woken her. She was puzzled. What was it? Like all of Mistress Cassandra’s slaves, she usually slept peacefully and content, blissfully happy in her obedience.

What could possibly have caused her to wake? Surely it meant something? Everything had meaning in a slave’s life. Then she heard it; a voice, low and soft, but insistent. The slut tried to concentrate and hear the words being spoken by the voice. As she concentrated, the louder the fragments of speech reverberating within her mind became.

She sat still as the voice became more and more powerful, claiming more and more of her attention. By now she could hear the words echoing clearly within her mind. They were commands; commands being spoken directly into her mind.

The slut wasn’t concerned. After all she was a slave, made to obey without question. Whatever limited capabilities the slutwoman still retained to question this rather unusual situation dissolved with every passing moment as the voice told her to obey.

Slut 88 was very obedient.

Careful not to wake her slumbering lover, the slut untangled herself from the voluptuous body of her fellow slave and stood up. Padding across the floor in her bare feet, the barely clad woman left the dormitory in silence and proceeded down the deserted corridor beyond.

The water was cold and inky black. Woven into the wetsuits were expensive examples of the latest stealth technology which effectively rendered the two divers invisible to the sensors embedded in the riverbed below. Undetected by Mistress Cassandra’s vigilant guards the two slaves battled against the strong current, making steady progress towards their ultimate goal.

The outlet pipe was just ahead. It would be reached in just a few minutes.

Slut 88 found herself standing to attention. Her mind was empty and blank. She didn’t think. The voice boomed inside her skull, consuming her entire conscious world. She was obedient.

After proceeding to the environmental control room on the lower floor, the hypnotised slave woman had found herself being directed to key a complicated sequence into the computer panel she now found herself standing before. It took a number of moments to navigate the various windows and menu-screens, as she set about inserting the seemingly minor alterations to some of the operating systems. These minor alterations would remain unnoticed unless a full diagnostic was performed, but that was not scheduled to happen until the end of the month.

That part of her mission complete, slut 88 had then lowered herself down into the service corridors beneath the building just as the voice inside her head had commanded. The chill of the narrow, dim, cool concrete walkways caused the barely clad woman to shiver, but impelled by the all consuming siren song that reverberated within her skull, the puppet-like slave continued on her way.

Finally, she reached a dead end. In front of her was a heavy, round, tightly sealed and locked metal door. Warning notices advised of a flooding hazard.

The small console was located one side of the door. The controls were simple to operate. Without hesitation, she set to work as the voice told her what she must do. With the press of a button, the outer doors of the airlock chamber beyond were closed and the water within was pumped out. It took only a few brief minutes to complete. After that, the thoughtless slavewoman opened the round door and waited. The voice was telling her to wait. She would wait.

The door was fully open now. Two dark figures emerged from the black wetness and stepped into the corridor. Taking no notice of the slut, the two divers divested themselves of their oxygen tanks, masks and flippers. Clad now only in their wetsuits, the two female intruders set off down the passageway in absolute silence.

The voice told her to wait, so slut 88 waited. She would wait and wait to obey whatever new commands were programmed into her mind. That was her sole function. To obey. Nothing else was important. Only obedience. The voice told her so.

She knelt, back straight, eyes to the floor, waiting patiently to be noticed. Her Queen, the supreme deity that controlled vonda’s life, was engrossed in a large hardback book. “Simulacra and Simulation” the cover proclaimed loudly above a blocky multi-coloured design. vonda knew her place. Her Queen’s activities were infinitely more important than her own time or comfort.

At last, the eyes looked up from the pages and smiled. “Ah vonda, what news?”

vonda’s already moist pussy tingled at Her glorious words. Bowing deeply the slave pressed her lips to the soft, sculptured feet before speaking. “I am happy to report that second phase of the operation has been a complete success my Queen. Your two infiltrators successfully accessed Mistress Cassandra’s facility with the assistance of the pawn-slave and completed their mission without detection. The gas canisters have been installed within the secondary air ventilation system. Once activated the gas will be pumped throughout the entire facility within minutes rendering all who inhale it unconscious. All is now in place my Queen.”

The most beautiful eyes in the world sparked with glee.

“Very well done vonda,” the redheaded Queen purred, reaching out to stroke her loyal servant’s face. “I knew you wouldn’t fail me.”

vonda’s entire body trembled with sheer delight as she felt the touch of her only God. It was as if a bolt of lightning had cut through her mind and body. Unable to stop herself, vonda moaned as the unbearable arousal built within her.

“Set the next stage of my plan in motion for tonight,” She announced, continuing to stroke vonda‘s face. “Have my praetorians programmed for their tasks and ready the support technicians for their work.”

By now, vonda was licking and caressing the hand that played against her face, but she broke away to slurp a sultry “Yes, my Queen. Your desire is my command.”

Her Queen’s smile grew broader. Raising the foot that vonda has kissed only moments ago, her Queen gently, but firmly pressed it between the simpering slave’s legs. Eagerly responding to this divine reward, vonda’s hips swayed forward, pressing her own extremely sensitive nether lips against the offered digits. vonda’s entire face contorted as the pressure built and built. Her entire body quivered and shook uncontrollably as she rhythmically swayed her hips back and forth pushing her own raging sex against the foot of her Queen.

“And you desire me a lot, don’t you vonda,” the seated woman smirked as she continued to toefuck her utterly devoted servant.

vonda’s entire body was throbbing with pure, undiluted, raw sexual need as she continued to writhe against the toes of her ruler.

“Ahhhh…..yessss…yess my Queeeee..…n…,” vonda managed to respond between the intense bursts of mind-melting bliss.

“Good slave,” her Queen’s sultry voice soothed, “I permit you to cum now.”

Her assistants were prepared and ready. vonda had trained each one of them personally and it was their function to carry out most of the routine programming work for the Queen, allowing her to oversee new research and special projects. Precisely on time, the door to the long, narrow room opened and two neat lines of women strode forward. The twenty four powerful amazons stopped and waited. Clad in their skimpy latex bikinis and knee boots, the praetorians brought an aura of physical power into the room. But this was power that had been leashed and controlled and now lay ready to serve their Queen in a heartbeat. Above their hard bodies, blank, expressionless faces stared forward thoughtlessly. After completely stripping them of all previous memories, emotions and desires, vonda had set about systematically brainwashing every single one of them into the fanatical devotees that now stood before her.

Her assistants waited to the side, ready to begin on her command. Stepping forward, vonda addressed the new arrivals. “Our Queen has instructed you to receive further programming in order to carry out Her wishes. You will be now receive this programming.”

The rigid women stared ahead impassively.

“Proceed to an empty conditioning station and sit down,” vonda went on. “The technical-slaves will oversee your processing. Obey the Queen.”

Twenty four voices chorused as one: “We obey the Queen!”

The entranced amazons dispersed, each making for one of the empty programming stations that faced a massive screen on the wall opposite. The two technicians set to work at either side of the line, working methodically and carefully. Within minutes they had all been prepared. Headphones firmly clamped over their heads, vibrators firmly in place between splayed legs, the two dozen empty minds of the seated slaves dissolved into pure devoted obedience.

Smirking, vonda’s hands sneaked down between her legs.

“Hello slut 88,” her lover greeted her, the French spiced voice husky with need. Slut 87 was already prepared and now reclined in her underwear on the soft comfortable cushions within the dormitory area. Smiling broadly, the blonde woman removed the tight red and white striped micro-dress and heels to reveal her own lace bra and panties. Crawling over the pillows and cushions strewn across the floor, the now barely dressed blonde slutwoman approached her aroused partner.

Eyes locked, hungry with need, the two slaves exchanged a passionate, deep kiss. “Hello slut 87,” she breathed into the woman’s ear, “wanna fuck?”

Outside, the night drew in. Black clad figures readied themselves in the nearby woods. The time was almost at hand. Oblivious to the danger lurking nearby, Mistress Cassandra’s guards continued their routine patrols along the perimeter as the compound they secured slumbered peacefully behind them.

Their fate was already sealed. Deep underground at the appointed hour the environmental control unit automatically activated the secondary ventilation system. Within moments the odourless vapour had permeated every room in Mistress Cassandra’s lair.

The sleeping occupants breathed in, and were lost.

By the time she arrived the initial chaos of the night before had been tamed somewhat. The praetorians had been issued with gasmasks to allow them access the slumbering facility in safety. The docile, sleeping bodies of Mistress Cassandra’s servants lay strewn throughout the compound where they had succumbed to the gas. Apart from the few perimeter guards that the praetorians had to subdue by force, the rest of Mistress Cassandra’s had been captured without even being aware of it.

The technicians were beginning to process the captives already. From the neat lines of sleeping women arranged in the hallways, IV drip lines led directly to the reservoirs of sedatives being pumped into their unconscious bodies. The Queen’s servants were loading the gurneys to move them to the conversion area on the floor below. vonda had already modified the conditioning equipment on site; it was quite basic machinery but effective. A simple alteration to the operating system and some updated software had turned Mistress Cassandra’s conditioning pods into instruments that would now do her Queen’s bidding. The fact that the captives had already been conditioned to obey by their former Mistress made the job of re-programming them all the easier. It was simply a matter of replacing one set of conditioned loyalties with another, for the moment.

More invasive and permanent techniques could wait until later.

Leaving the well trained slaves to carry out their appointed tasks, vonda strode down the corridor towards the rooms that Mistress Cassandra had used as her personal area. Praetorians lined the doorways, but they let vonda pass.

The once powerful Mistress was a pitiful sight. The praetorians had discovered her in the bedchamber, sprawled over the massive four poster bed that dominated the room. Three of her naked playthings had been lying beside her, all rendered unconscious simultaneously as the gas had seeped into the room from the air vents. The slaves had been taken to the assembly area for reprogramming. However, Mistress Cassandra remained in her room. Stripped completely bare and shorn of the trappings of power, the middle-aged woman presented a rather pathetic and vulnerable sight in her flabby nudity. The needle of a portable IV drip protruded from her left arm.

vonda knew her Queen had plans for this one. She was not to be put in the same mass-treatment programme as the others. The devoted minion had received her very specific instructions and crafted a bespoke programme just for use on this former Mistress. It would be quite a proud moment for vonda to see all her work come together.

From behind her there were footsteps and vonda turned to face one of her technicians; a short, petite brunette whose heavy breasts provided vonda with hours of amusement.

“Controller,” the brunette announced calmly, “the designated slave unit has been identified amongst the captives and separated. What are your instructions?”

“Have the slave and this one,” indicating the slumbering Cassandra with a brief nod, “transferred to the laboratory back in our Queen’s lair. We have work to do with them.”

“Yes controller,” the slave girl responded dully before turning on her heel to obey.

She ran her hand over her smooth skull and felt the network of small surgical sutures that were dotted all over her bald head. This discovery, like that of her nakedness, caused her no concern. The woman who didn’t want to remember was quite content to sit and wait in the small, bare, white room she had awoken in some time before. Devoid of all initiative, or thought, she was quite content to wait.

The woman waited for quite some time. The unblinking eye of the camera mounted on the ceiling stared down at her mercilessly.

She waited.

Finally the door with no handle opened and the woman with no memory faced the person that now entered. She was in her thirties, small and dumpy, with rather plain features and thick framed glasses perched on her nose. A long black garment, cut in the style of a lab-coat, made of some sort of shiny black rubber material was her only attire apart from the short black boots on her feet. The woman’s eyes glittered maliciously behind the glasses.

“Come with me,” she commanded.

Calmly, the patient woman who had waited for so long, got to her feet and followed her chubby guide. They walked for quite some time, but the woman who didn’t want to remember wasn’t really looking at where they went. Networks of corridors, rooms and people all passed her by.

At last they stopped. A pair of sinewy women opened a large door and they stepped inside. Immediately, the squat woman in the black coat sank to her knees and began to crawl towards the ornately carved chair on the raised platform that lay beyond the fire. Bereft of her guide the bald woman was left without command. She was happy to wait once more.

From all sides, the intense stares of the praetorians watched her every move, ready to pounce the instant danger presented itself. However, as the passive woman was barely able to conceive of moving without being told, their fears were completely ungrounded.

The small woman in the black coat came back over to her, walking this time rather than crawling.

“This is your Queen,” the lab-coated woman told her.

Queen. The word meant nothing to her. It held no resonance and triggered no emotional response within the submissive woman. But even in her dull state, she could tell from the way that the other woman had spoken it that this particular word meant something important.

“You will kneel in the presence of Your Queen,” the woman now told her.

Without really thinking about it, the thoughtless, naked woman knelt on the hard stone floor and waited once more. Quite incapable of forming any sort of independent thought, the empty-headed woman waited.

A shadows fell over her as somebody stood between her and the fire. She looked up into the radiant, smiling face of a tall, elegant woman whose a bright red dress matched the colour of her hair.

“Do you know who I am?” the woman in the red dress asked.

“Yes,” the woman replied evenly, “you are my Queen.” After a brief pause, she went on “I will kneel in your presence.”

The woman threw back her head and laughed aloud before turning to the lab-coated woman standing beside her. “Very good vonda, once more you have pleased me,” she praised the woman in the black coat.

“I live to please You, my Queen,” vonda breathed in a voice heavy with arousal.

“Speak to me of this one,” the Queen now commanded her devoted servant.

“As you can see my Queen,” vonda explained, “the cranial implants have all been removed from her skull. I have also performed an initial mind wipe to erase all residual memories or programming that may conflict with her future state. Some emotional pleasure-conditioned triggers still remain, such as those associated with her former Mistress and with another slave she was imprinted on, but hese will be overlaid by whatever programming you choose to install within her my Queen.”

“Ah,” the Queen chortled, before turning back to the central throne area. “Bring my pet to me,” she commanded.

One of the praetorians detached herself from a recessed niche in the wall and proceeded to unlock a nearby cage. From it emerged a strange figure dressed from head to toe in shimmering black rubber. Arms permanently fused together behind her back, the obscene creature was led by the taut, ebony skinned praetorian using a lead affixed to a heavy metal collar. Hobbled by the ballet-boots attached to her feet, it took a few moments for the tortured being to arrive.

Rubbing her hand playfully against the rubber head of the rubber encased female, the Queen turned to the woman without a past. “Do you recognise her?” she inquired.

The woman thought for a moment as she began to discern a familiar face from beneath the tight rubber mask. “Yes my Queen. That is Mistress Cassandra.”

Laughing aloud once more, the Queen roughly took hold of the former slaveowner’s head and forced it to look into her own eyes. “She’s a Mistress no longer,” the Queen barked, “she’s my pet to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

Gazing into the empty eyes of the husk standing before her, the nameless woman agreed. “Yes my Queen.”

Turning to vonda once more she inquired, “who was this other slave she was imprinted on?”

“Another slut taken by the former Cassandra, my Queen,” vonda replied evenly. “She has been reprogrammed and serves as a pleasure unit.”

“Once a slut, always a slut,” the Queen mused softly, running her eyes over the naked body on display before her. “Very well,” She decreed, “turn her into a pleasure unit as well, then assign both her and the other one to my personal retinue.”

“Yes my Queen,” vonda simpered obsequiously, eyes dancing with delight at the command. “Your will is my will great Queen. This pleasure unit will serve You well.”