The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Doctor, doctor!

Note:

This is my third contribution to this archive, but the first one of all my stories. It’s a straight-lined story without an intricate plot and mainly about mind control and especially the process of being robotised. I wrote it some time ago in German and it had a different title. And when I translated it to English, I detected a slight deficiency of erotic plot or action to have it posted here. So I rewrote some parts of it and extended the story by about one third of its original length. But I hope you’ll like it anyway.

And once again: This is adult content, characters and actions are purely fictional and please don’t try any of this in real life.

Remarks etc. are welcome at

* * *

=1=

It was a quite warm autumn evening. Bianca—a 26-year old public relations agent—stood in her sleeping room in front of her huge fully-mirrored closet. She was nearly naked, wearing only black latex hot-pants and tight black knee-high leather boots. Bianca’s hands slowly moved along her thighs, over her tight latex ass, over her belly and under her breasts. There they stopped. Bianca moved a bit to the right, then a bit to the left, always looking into the mirror doors. Then she turned around so that she could scrutinize her new profile. ‘Yeah, the operation was worth it,’ Bianca thought and a slight smile appeared on her face. Now she was happy with her body. But only two months ago she hadn’t been. She had never said anything against her 5″ 10′, but she never liked her breasts, not the size—a B, nearly C cup—but the shape. So she had them remodelled. And her surgeon had done a great job. Contentedly smiling she took the black latex bra and put it on. She checked that it fit correctly and slowly stroke her now erect nipples so that were clearly visible under the shiny material. Again she moved around, looked at herself in the mirror and slid her fingers over the now warm rubber on her body.

She loved wearing this outfit and put it on regularly, especially since her boyfriend had left her. Together with him she had learned to love that tight and shiny material. The feel of slick rubber on her skin always produced a jolt of arousal and self-confidence when she looked at herself wearing it or just walked around rubber-clad in her flat. She did not own many latex items due to the fact that she needed someone to wear them together with her. And that was also why she only wore latex ‘underwear’ in public. But, however, she even fancied the thought to be someone’s rubber slave, but first things first—she first had to get into a new relationship.

Bianca gave her newly shaped breasts a last glance and then went to her living room to wait for her date. She almost fed up with her search for a matching partner as it had been very hard for her to get into contact with other latex lovers. Therefore she considered this date decisive. She had finally managed to meet with Marc whom she knew from her ex-boyfriend’s fetish clique. So she sat down on her leather couch and thought which things she’d have to do the next morning. Although tomorrow would be her first day of a three week’s vacation she stuck to this rite she performed every day of her stressful and appointment-destined life. ‘Oh, yes!’ she remembered: Tomorrow morning at nine she had an appointment with her doctor. He wanted to have her there for another check-up. Only the day before yesterday she had been sent to an orthopaedist who had made a plaster cast of her bosom and belly. Again she wondered why this had been necessary. But then she asked herself whether she had set the alarm clock so that she’d get up early enough ... however, very quickly her thoughts drifted of to this evening and the upcoming date. She looked great, she had opened the bottle of wine and tidied up her flat ... everything was perfect. She just had to relax. Bianca looked at the clock: half past six. Marc would not appear until eight. So she had over an hour to relax. She sighed and put her lower legs with those tight leather boots on a little stool and pressed ‘play’ on her CD-player’s remote control. Then she leaned back her head, closed her eyes and imagined what the evening would be like ... and relaxed.

=2=

A ray of light hit Bianca’s face and woke her up. Slowly she opened her eyes and stretched herself a bit. What was that? Sunlight? She jumped off her couch ... obviously she had fallen asleep and hadn’t even heard Marc ringing the door bell.

“Oh no! Noooo!” she shook her head and went in her sleeping room to dress properly. Fighting against her tears she looked at her alarm clock. Of course, she had not set it to wake her up early enough: “Damn it! 10 to 9!”

Bianca jumped towards her closet and quickly produced a skirt and a black top. Hastily she put on the top and pulled up the skirt over her boots. The she ran into her bathroom, released herself, threw some water in her face and put her curly brown hair back to a ponytail. Mumbling ‘That’ll do!’ she put some scent on, grabbed her car keys and left the flat. She pushed her Mini Cooper through the streets heading for her doctor’s practice. After having snatched away a parking spot from and old man, she jumped up the stairs to the practice, rushed into the waiting room and shouted at the receptionist with her last breath: “Sorry, I overslept!”

“It’s OK, Miss Mueller, the doctor will be with you in just a few minutes. It’s just a check-up. Would you like a coffee?”

Bianca only felt an emptiness in her stomach but nodded smilingly and took a vacant seat. After she had calmed down and had taken a look around in the waiting room she scrutinized herself. Only then she realized that she had forgotten to take off her latex bra. ‘At least I picked a black top ... no one will know,’ she thought. But when the receptionist handed her the cup of coffee, she remembered that the doctor would check on her, on her breasts ... she would have to take off at least her top. With an embarrassed smile she took the cup and sipped her coffee. What should she do? Should she ask for a new appointment and drive home? No, that’d be the wrong thing. ‘So what!?’ she thought finally and tried to comfort herself, ‘It’s absolutely OK wearing a rubber bra. It looks great and if it was up to me even more people should wear rubber outfits. Just keep calm, Bianca. Keep cool.’

“Miss Mueller, doctor’s ready for you now,” another receptionist said, “Would you please follow me...”

Bianca got up and followed the young smiling buxom blonde wearing a rather short white dress and high heels. She was led into a room with some closets, a luminous box for looking at x-ray pictures, a couch, a desk and a stool.

“Please take a seat. Doctor will be with you in just a second.”

Having said this, the attractive receptionist left the room and shut the door from the outside. Bianca looked around and spotted the cast the orthopaedist had made some days ago—now made of some kind of plastic ... or was it even latex? To Bianca’s surprise the cast not only displayed her breasts and her belly in every detail on the inside, but also on the outside. And there was a bump to the inside located just below her rips and sized about six inches by four. But Bianca couldn’t think much about this. Another door was opened and the doctor entered the room. Instantly Bianca noticed his muscular and sporty figure as well as his shiny blue eyes she looked—rather stared—at dreamingly.

“Good morning, Miss Mueller. So, we overslept a little?” the young black-haired surgeon smiled at her.

“Yes, sorry, doctor. I hope it’s OK for you after all...”

“Not at all. We’ll do only the necessary things and skip the rest to our next appointment. Please take your top off.”

Bianca looked at her top and swallowed but then she slowly pulled it over her head. When she had put it down on the couch she looked roguishly at the doctor who lifted one eyebrow and smiled back at her.

“Lovely ... uhm, so ... that looks just perfect.”

Bianca looked at him with question marks in her eyes.

“Well, ... I mean the healing process is doing well. I will just take a look at the scars.” Slowly his hand touched Bianca’s latex-clad breasts, went along them and gave Bianca light jolts of arousal. When the doctor asked for it, Bianca took off the bra. Then he took a look at the former incisions and touched the scars. “Very good. Splendid. In four weeks’ time you won’t see any of it. Do you feel good? Or are there any difficulties in everyday life?” The doctor went to his charts and folders and made some notes.

“No ... I feel very good, extremely good. Thank you.”

The doctor nodded and looked at the things on his desk again. Then he thought about something for a while. It seemed as if he had to make a grave decision. Finally he produced a small syringe and a pad soaked with a disinfectant and moved back to Bianca.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“Oh, ... it’s just a remedy that’ll support the healing process and reduce the itching of the scars,” he explained without looking at her. When he had given her the injection, Bianca instantly felt a warmth around her crotch and her nipples. But she wasn’t sure where it came from: the injection or this handsome man touching her latex-clad new breasts. Somehow she very relaxed, looked at the doctor admiringly and wanted to hear more from him. Then he sighed, “Miss Mueller. I don’t want to alarm you but I would like to run just another test. Best thing is that you come back this evening when I have more time for you ... if that’s fine with you.”

“Yes ... of course. When do you want me to be here?” Bianca would love to have the opportunity of meeting with the doctor again, looking at his blue eyes and especially being touched by his warm hands. Only moments ago she felt a bit uncomfortable about her arriving late and wearing that bra, but after the injection she somehow felt very comfortable, felt that everything was all right and even believed that the doctor seemed to have a crush on her. And so she didn’t think much about the injection and it was it that caused all of that. She just felt good and liked it that way.

“Let’s say at 6?”

“Yes, no problem,” Bianca smiled.

“OK, then two more things for now. Please hold up your arms so that I can just put this cast on your bosom,” the doctor said and took the cast of Bianca’s breasts and belly from the shelf.

Bianca just nodded and held up her arms. The doctor slowly put the cold cast on Bianca’s skin. It was in fact thick latex and it fit perfectly. Lightly the cold and flexible material lay on her body.

“OK, that seems to fit. Does the bump down there make you feel uncomfortable?” the doctor asked.

“Well, I feel that it is there, but it’s OK. But what is this whole thing good for?”

“I’ll tell you this evening. ... now the second thing.” The doctor pushed a button on the intercom: “Would you please take Miss Mueller to 3D-scanning...”

Then he addressed Bianca who had put on the latex bra again: “Please follow my assistant. She will just make a three-dimensional scan of the operation’s result. It’s for our files and I will feed it to a computer programme to determine if your body proportions are OK. So, see you this evening...”

The doctor smiled at Bianca with his piercing blue eyes and shook her hand. Bianca almost fell in love with him. She had seen him several times before but this time something was different. Then a door swung open and the receptionist that had led Bianca to this room entered. She asked her to take her top and follow her. She led Bianca through the whole practice to one of the rooms at the very end where another receptionist was already waiting for them. She, too, was a blonde, extremely pretty and had a buxom figure. She was dressed in white as well, but she did not wear a short dress, but a short-sleeved latex catsuit and a transparent apron. In the room there was a table with a computer on top of it, a black screen with a round pedestal in front of it and an apparatus hanging from the ceiling.

“My colleague will now take care of you, Miss Mueller,” the first receptionist said, nodded towards the other one and went back towards the waiting room.

=3=

“Hello. I will make a three-dimensional scan of your body. You will just have to undress ... completely, please.”

Bianca wondered what this was all about but slowly she undressed. “But why of my whole body? The doctor only remodelled my breasts.”

“I think the doctor has already explained to you that we need these data also to look if your body proportions are OK after the remodelling. If you have any further questions he will answer them later. So please undress completely. It won’t take long.”

Bianca’s scepticism quickly went away when she thought of the doctor and a nice warmth again formed between her legs. So she undressed until she stood bare naked in front of that woman and kind of admired her white rubber suit. “Where did you get that suit from? It looks great!” Bianca asked with interest and also to have some small talk.

But the woman only took something from a shelf and stood in front of Bianca: “I will now put this latex hood over your head. If it does not fit properly please tell me.”

Before Bianca could say a word of protest, the woman had already pulled the hood over Bianca’s head. The hood was made of skin-coloured latex and had no opening except for 2 holes under the perfectly shaped nose. The mask was so tight that Bianca couldn’t move her face anymore, but it was also so thin that it displayed nearly every feature of Bianca’s face. When the woman pulled the mask further back and put Bianca’s ponytail under it the tightness even increased and Bianca could only breathe through the hood’s nostrils.

“Luckily you’re shaved down here. So we don’t have to take care of that,” the woman said putting her hand on Bianca’s crotch for just a second. Bianca sighed but did nothing else. She somehow considered this whole procedure a game ... and she liked her part as being submissive and being treated by that latex-clad woman.

“Please stand on the pedestal, spread your legs a bit and hold your arms about 10 inches away from your body,” the woman ordered her and led her to the pedestal. Bianca did as she had been told. “Please stand absolutely still for some seconds. I will initiate the scanning procedure now.” Slowly the pedestal began to turn and the device that hang from the ceiling scanned Bianca’s whole body with atomic-green rays of light, producing and exact 3D-image of her body without any hair, creases or lines, fingernails or skin pigments. Then the pedestal stopped and the woman released Bianca from that hood.

“So, that’s it. You can now put your clothes back on. Good bye,” the woman said and sat in front of the computer to evaluate the incoming data. Bianca put on her clothes, blinked surprised and left the practice. Strange things had happened there. But she was sure she would return there in a few hours. Maybe everything would make sense to her later...

=4=

After having taken a hot bath Bianca thought about an outfit. She would definitely wear latex again ... somehow the bra seemed to have had an effect on the good-looking doctor—at least something made her believe it had. And maybe he wanted to have her back that evening when there were no other patients to have some intimate moments with her. Bianca decided to play the doctor’s little game that had come across her mind. What did she have to loose? Inspired by this thought she put on a g-string and her tight leather pants. Then she forced herself into a black rubber corset with supporting cups. She put on some make-up—not to much, but enough to make her look even sexier. Finally she put on black ankle-boots and a short coat. When she looked at her in her mirrored closet she just thought that the doctor would get what he wanted. She didn’t think of her missed date with Marc and did not realize his message on her mobile phone ... the doctor was the ‘target’ now. At least shethought so.

=5=

When Bianca rang the bell on the practice’s locked door (normal hours were from 8 to 5) it was opened—to Bianca’s surprise—by one of the receptionists she had seen that morning.

“Miss Mueller, please come in. We’ve been expecting you.”

‘We?’ Bianca thought in disappointment, ‘So this is going to be just a standard check-up. Oh my god ... and I’m totally overdressed. Great!’

Bianca entered the waiting room and followed the woman, who now didn’t wear that short dress anymore but white over-knee boots with 3-inch heels, a white latex string-bodysuit with a turtle neck but also two holes for her breasts. Over that body she wore a unbuttoned standard but rather short white doctor’s coat. Bianca just though that this outfit looked extremely hot and that she had to get one herself the other day. But only when she wondered why not only the girls breasts were uncovered but also her vagina, that strange warmth in her crotch disappeared and she realized how inappropriate this outfit was for a doctor’s receptionist. Now she really wasn’t sure about what was going on here.

“OK, what kind of games is this doctor playing around this place, huh?” Bianca asked entering the room she had already stayed in that morning.

But the receptionist did not react. She just looked at Bianca with emotionless eyes, said ‘The doctor will be with you in a minute.’ and closed the door from the outside.

Bianca felt strange. She couldn’t think of what this was all about. Luckily she didn’t try to open up the door, because it had been locked by the woman upon leaving the room. That might have totally irritated Bianca. But then an inner voice told Bianca not to get upset and to wait for the doctor, because he would explain everything. So Bianca pulled herself together, put her coat on the couch, sat next to the coat and waited for the doctor.

After only a moment the other door swung open and the doctor entered the room. Bianca was surprised again: the doctor wore latex, too, a white shirt and white trousers. In contrast to the woman’s outfit the doctor’s clothes were not that tight but one could still get a good impression of his muscular body.

“Hello, Miss Mueller.”

“Good evening, doctor. But please, call me Bianca.”

“All right, Bianca. You surely ask yourself what this is all about and why I and my assistant wear these outfits.” Slowly the man approached speechless Bianca and put his warm hands on her hips. Bianca relaxed at bit. “But first let me tell you that you look absolutely fantastic.”

Bianca couldn’t resist any longer. She put an arm around his neck and gave him a long kiss. The doctor’s hands slowly ran along Bianca’s corset, then down her ass cheeks. Finally he grabbed her there and pulled her towards him. Bianca’s mind went blank. All she wanted was this man. She would even be his latex slave and do whatever he wanted her to. Her most intimate dreams seemed to come true. But then the doctor stepped back and sat on the couch.

“Bianca, I have to ask you something. Surely you have noticed my receptionist.”

“Yeah. And her outfit is just great ... a bit inappropriate, but absolutely sexy.”

“Yes, OK... well, she is not only my receptionist. She and the other two girls ... they are my team. They’re actually my kind of slaves. I practically own them. They obey my every command, do their work properly around the clock, without vacation and they cost nearly anything.”

Bianca looked at the doctor sceptically and moved away from him a few inches.

“And ... now I want to ask you if you’d like to join my team?”

“You mean I shall become your rubber slave and receptionist? Well, nothing against the rubber slave thing, but I have a very profitable job myself.”

“Let me explain. I want you to be my rubber slave, but you’ll be in a much higher position than those three girls. You will obey my every command, but you will be an improved kind of being ... and you will also be in control of my assistants.”

“To be quite frank ... that sounds good ...”

“So you want to join the team? I mean it’s a grave decision that can only be made by you.”

But Bianca couldn’t resist. The smell of latex in the air, the girl’s sexy outfit, this absolutely good-looking man, her desire for a new relationship with someone who loved latex as well her ... and this arousing warmth in her body. Bianca didn’t think ... she just followed her feeling ... her desire.

“Yes, I will. I love you and I love latex ... please make me a member of your team.”

“Are you absolutely sure? If yes, you’ll have to sign these letters.”

“I am sure. Absolutely ... What are these letters for? My resignation ... you want me to give up my job and my flat?”

“Yes, of course. You will live at my place. So you want to be my slave with all consequences or you don’t. It’s up to you,” the doctor said to her and put one hand on her left shoulder. Instantly this strange warmth returned to Bianca’s body and filled her with arousal and confidence: “Yes, that’s it. I want this ... desperately.” She signed the letters that had were addressed to her boss, her bank and her landlord. Then she put away the pen, looked at the doctor and sighed.

“Very good. Just as I planned. So, first I have to give you this injection.”

The doctor gently grabbed Bianca’s arm, disinfected a small spot and injected Bianca with a green liquid.

“Uhh! What’s that for?” Bianca asked.

“You will find out in just a minute.” The doctor opened a door and let his three assistants in (now all dressed in the same outfit). Two of them stood next to Bianca and held her by her arms. Bianca thought about the decision she had made just seconds ago ... and about what the doctor just said.

“Planned?” she asked.

“Pardon?”

“You said ‘Just as I planned.’. What is that supposed to mean?” Slowly the warmth disappeared and panic filled Bianca’s body. She tried to move, but the two girls tightened their grip and held Bianca firmly. “What ... what is going on here? What did you plan? What is his about? I really want to be your slave. I want it ... so why this injection? Plan?”

“Shhh!” the doctor tried to soothe her, “Just calm down. When you wake up you will be right in the middle of your transformation.”

“Transformation? What? ... Why? Get your hands off of me...!” Bianca shouted trying to get rid of the girls’ hands.

“Yes, I had you in mind for this quite a long time. When you first entered my practice and asked for a breast job, I knew you were the perfect material. So I made up a plan. I gathered information about you, I found out that you’re a very submissive character and that you love latex. That were the best prerequisites. So the breast operation was the first step, the latex cast of your front side body was another one. And I took care of certain things, too. For example this guy ... Marc, I think. I had to make sure that you’d show up here this morning and as a single, too. So my girls took care of Marc. He wasn’t at your place at all yesterday evening.”

“What did you do to him? .. And, and if you knew that I was submissive and a latex lover ... why this plan and this injection. I want to be your slave. There is no purpose for all these things.”

“Oh, there is, my dear, there is. Well, you’ll not only be my slave as I mentioned only minutes ago. You will be transformed. See, this won’t be some kind of the ordinary fetish or sex relationship that can be put to an end by either party. No ... this is one without return. I wasn’t really sure whether I should transform such a beautiful young woman like you. But when I saw you this morning I was absolutely sure that I just had to do it. You’re the perfect raw material. Everything will be just fine. You will feel different, better. You will experience things nobody has been able to experience before... as my property.”

“What ... what do you have in mind with me?! A relationship ... with no way out? No ... wait! That’s not what I was thinking about in the first place. So ... so I think you better let me go now and ... and we’ll all just forget about what ... what happened!” Bianca screamed fighting against the sedative and the girls’ grip.

The doctor sighed, then smiled at Bianca with a rather devilish look in his piercing blue eyes: “No, you won’t go anywhere. And everything will work out as I wish... So you will be my personal gynoid, my robot. And there is no way out. Trust me.”

That were the last words Bianca heard before she lost consciousness.

=6=

Slowly Bianca opened her eyes but closed them at once because of the bright light above her. When she got used to it she tried to look around and realized that she lay on a table in a room and looked at the ceiling. The room was tiled in white and equipped with a few technical and surgical devices and tools. She was naked and was strapped to the metal table at her neck, ankles and wrists. Her back ached because of the hard table, and her hands and feet didn’t feel much better because of the straps.

Suddenly a door opened and one of the three female slaves entered. She had a syringe in her hands, approached Bianca and disinfected a spot on her neck. Bianca didn’t want another injection and so she tried to escape from it by moving her head from side to side. But then a second slave entered the room, grabbed Bianca’s head by her forehead and her chin and held it still so that the other one could inject the fluid. Bianca felt the prick and the fluid slowly flooding her veins.

“What are you doing? Why are you doing that? You know that it is wrong to do this to me without my ... uhm ... consent. Hmm... Why ... why do you obey ... the doc—”

Suddenly Bianca stopped talking although she remained conscious and although she wanted to yell at the girls. But her jaw did not move a bit. The second slave now took her hands off Bianca’s head. Bianca tried to move it but couldn’t. She had lost the power to control her body. The only thing she could do was thinking, breathing and moving her eyes. Then the straps were removed and her head was adjusted on a rubber pillow so that she could see what was going on.

Then the doctor and the third slave entered the room. Both of them were now dressed in light green operation latex suits: full-body suits that only left open the eyes and the nose. But there were goggles covering that part and sealing the whole suit, but they let in air to breathe through a filter unit. The doctor told the two slaves to leave and then he approached the table.

“Hello, Bianca. Remain calm. Then we will be ready in no time. You will not feel any pain,” he told helpless Bianca. Bianca wanted to shout at him ... how he had played with her emotions and desires ... how he had deceived her. She wanted to be his latex slave, but only with an emergency exit in that relationship. She definitely did not want to be operated on without her consent.

But the doctor started his work. He disinfected Bianca’s body around her belly and her breasts and made some incisions underneath her breasts and across her belly. Bianca saw everything and would have screamed if she could. But this strange fluid that was circling through her body made sure she couldn’t scream as well as feel any pain. To Bianca’s horror the doctor pulled electric wires out of her bosom. It must have been about 30 or even 40, and he connected some of them with a device that shortly afterwards displayed data about Bianca’s breathing, pulse and blood pressure.

‘So this is what he meant by my breast operation having been the first step!’ Bianca shouted to herself in despair. Then the doctor attached new cables in her abdomen and then ordered the slave to pull Bianca over on her belly after he had closed the incisions provisionally. The only thing Bianca could see now was the floor underneath the table and a small monitor that had been put there to display the whole operation. So she was still forced to see what happened to her body. This finally made her cry. Nobody heard her weeping because she was not capable of uttering a single sound. But because she had maintained control of her eyes, tears ran down her cheeks and dripped on to floor. She was desperate. What had this guy in mind? She only wanted to be his lover, even his slave. What more could he want from her? She wanted it already ... so this transformation thing made no sense. It was just too much for her. But she was also curious what would happen next. So she went on sobbing inside and looked at the monitor.

The doctor took a scalpel and opened a little gap at the back of her neck. He inserted a metal bolt and screwed it into Bianca’s spinal cord. The only thing that was now visible of the bolt was its upper side which was just some kind of socket. From that spot the doctor connected several wires with each spine by soldering it to the inserted bolt and screwing it into the spine. From time to time the doctor had to look some instructions to make sure that every wire was at the right spot. Finally all these wires were glued to Bianca’s back underneath a strong adhesive tape. Then Bianca was turned on her back again.

The doctor spotted Bianca’s tears. “It’ll be over in a few minutes. You can’t do anything about it and we’ve already passed the point of no return.”

Then he sorted out the wires protruding from Bianca’s bosom and abdomen. He soldered some of them to microprocessors and electronic circuits, then he added a display, some LEDs and finally a small switchboard with a tiny keyboard. Then one of the first two slaves (now also dressed in that operation outfit) brought a black box that was inserted in Bianca’s abdomen by the doctor. And again he connected wires to that box. Then all incisions were sealed and the processors and circuits were attached to Bianca’s belly in precisely defined spots. The third slave entered the room and brought the latex cast of Bianca’s breasts and belly. The doctor took it and pressed it tightly against Bianca’s skin and smoothed out the edges. The cast snuggled up perfectly to Bianca’s body and was glued in place. Bianca couldn’t believe her eyes but she almost looked like before the operation, except for the 6 inches by 4 sized lid that was now in the middle of her belly, that could be slid open and under which there were switches, displays, additional sockets and the tiny keyboard.

“Bianca, how do you feel?” the doctor asked and stroke her forehead. “Sorry, I forgot you can’t answer. Well, that’ll change soon. Trust me, I’m very experienced in the production of robots from human basic material.”

Then he took out something like a remote control and pressed a button. Instantly the three slaves weakened and let their heads hang to their chests.

‘They are gynoids!’ Bianca thought when the doctor bent down to her and gave her a kiss. But even if it had been possible for her to kiss him back she wouldn’t have wanted to. This thing was going way too far for her. Latex: yes! Being a latex slave with the possibility of stopping the whole thing if she wanted to: yes! Being submissive to this man: yes! Being loved or at least fucked by this man: oh yes! But this was too much for her. He had abused her confidence, had abused her originally secret desires. This was not the team she wanted to join. This was not even a team. This was tyranny. He had deceived her in the worst manner. And there she was now: lying on that table and being cut open, spoiled, disgraced. She hated him for this. She could have loved him ... but now she hated him. ‘I hate you!’ she screamed to herself. ‘You fucking bastard!’. Bianca tried to fight against the drug ... but it was useless. She could do nothing. Again tears ran down her cheeks.

This time the doctor didn’t give anything about Bianca’s tears. He just smiled at her, said ‘See you tomorrow.’ and pushed a button in Bianca’s new belly compartment. Suddenly everything went black around her. Bianca closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

=7=

Bianca opened up her eyes. She looked at the clock on the opposite wall. At least 11 hours must have gone by, but the darkness she fell into seemed to her just like a short moment. The doctor stood next to the table she still lay on.

“Hello. Your transformation has nearly reached its completion.” He attached a small device to one of Bianca’s belly sockets. “That’s just a check-up device. I’ll check if all the wiring is OK before we seal you in your new skin... hmm, yes, everything works just fine. All systems ready.”

In this moment the door opened and the three slaves entered. They now wore transparent full-body latex suits that only left open their eyes, nostrils and mouths.

“Prepare her for stage 3!” the doctored ordered and left the room.

Two of the slaves approached the table and covered Bianca all over with a special depilatory cream while the third one produced an electric razor and removed all of Bianca’s curly brown hair, even her eyebrows. Bianca couldn’t understand. Even those three mindless dolls had their originally human hair. Why was hers taken away?

When Bianca was completely hairless and dry again she was set upright by the slaves and then put on her feet. She would have run away if she just could but her feet and legs didn’t want to move. Then the slaves applied an awkward smelling gel all over her body when the doctor re-entered the room. One of the slaves went to a box and brought a strange silver latex full-body suit that looked like it had an anatomically shaped built-in hood and even properly shaped breast cups. In fact it even had the exact features of Bianca’s body.

‘So that’s why they needed this 3D body scan: to make an exact copy of my skin from latex,’ Bianca thought as the slaves put the ‘suit’ around her body. Quickly the new and very shiny—nearly chrome-like—skin was wrapped tightly around Bianca. No single spot of her human skin remained uncovered. With a special hot air fan the new silver skin was melted to her skin. When Bianca gasped for breath in her tight and dark encasement, they cut away two tiny round pieces of the silver material right under her nose. Bianca inhaled the fresh air deeply. Then they cut open the latex between her lips, placed the loose material around them into her mouth and glued it there. Then they did the same to Bianca’s lower lips and—with many filigree incisions—to her rear opening. Even the latex over her eyes was cut out precisely and was even glued to her eyelids. And the metal socket in her neck was uncovered. Then Bianca was moved in front of a mirror and polished. What she spotted in that mirror was a silver statue with moving eyes, a slightly opened mouth and silver labia. The statue almost looked like her. No, it was her! Only that she was now silver all over without any fingernails, hair, lips, ears and lines or wrinkles or something like that (except for her clearly visible and erect nipples). And instead of a belly button there was just a chrome button and just above it one could hardly notice small gaps that resulted from the lid on her belly.

Despite all the things she had to endure since that evening before the known feelings of arousal and self-confidence she always felt when wearing latex spread inside her body. They were even increased by the thought that she now did not only wear latex but it has become a part of her. She would have loved to touch herself. But she was slowly taken back to reality when the doctor appeared behind her back and put his hands on her shiny shoulders.

“Soon you’ll be ready,” he said and let his hands move along the tight and shiny body of his future rubber gynoid. Then he took a cable and attached it to the socket in Bianca’s neck. He gently pushed the chrome button in her belly and with a quiet whirring sound the lid slid open and granted access to the tiny keyboard, the additional sockets and the display. The doctor took two other cables and a tube and attached them to the sockets in Bianca’s belly. Then he sat in front of a notebook and entered something.

=8=

Suddenly there was a whirr in Bianca’s head. Voices went through her mind that slowly changed to commands. That notebook seemed to have established connection and now communicated with her brain. Although she could only guess what the doctor had in mind, she was sure she had to obey to these commands and do whatever she would be told. She felt like a human computer, like a human-looking robot, a remote-controlled silver statue. It was very strange: on the one hand she remained Bianca who was able to have her own thoughts, but on the other hand she gradually became this electronic slave, subject to a computer programme. She looked at the statue in the mirror that still did not move an inch and whose eyes did not move any more. At that point she understood what all the voices were telling her: she was now a latex gynoid and the doctor’s rubber slave as well. The new silver skin and the transmitted orders represented bondage and submission. She was now caught in that silver skin and would only be able to do those things she was ordered. The voices made her dizzy and confused her: Was this what she really believed ... or was it a fact ... or only what the voices wanted her to believe? Suddenly she felt something rapidly running from her neck to her brain ... but it wasn’t pain, it was an order, stronger and louder than the confusing voices in her head. There was no way of not understanding the order.

###Report status!###

Bianca didn’t know what to do, but instantly she saw the silver statue move her lips:

“This-u-nit-is-ful-ly-ope-ratio-nal. Bat-te-ries-at-20-per-cent.”

She couldn’t believe what she heard. She said those words in a very robotic manner and she didn’t actually wanted to say them, but they just came out of her mouth.

###Start programming!###

“Main-set-up-ini-ti-ated.”

###Open basic settings menu!###

“Opened.”

###Switch to verbal input, start battery charger, switch to automatic recharge, set unit designation “G4-FR1” and ranking position “X-1/G+0”, reduce production of body fluid to minimum and stop growth of hair! Submit and save changes! Report!###

“Sub-mit-ting-data... switched-to-voice-in-put... bat-tery-char-ger-will-start-au-to-ma-tical-ly-at-10-per-cent-bat-tery-level... Chan-ges-saved... Pre-pa-ring-re-port... This-unit’s-name-is-G4-FR1. This-unit-obeys-to-your-e-very-co-mmand-and-has-au-tho-rity-over-all-other-gynoids,” the silver figure said fast and monotonously. Never in her whole life it would have come across Bianca’s mind to say such things ... but actually it wasn’t her who had said it but the computer programme that now shared this body without Bianca having any chance of doing something against it.

The doctor stood up, disconnected the cable from Bianca’s neck socket and closed the latter with a rubber plug. Then he stood in front of her and scrutinized her silver body.

“Hmm ... only a few little things to take care of.” He ordered one of the slaves to get a tray from one of the shelves. Then he ordered G4-FR1 to open up her eyes widely, took huge contact lenses from the tray, inserted them and actually glued them to Bianca’s eyeballs. When he stepped aside, Bianca saw the same as before but everything has turned slightly red. And when she looked at the mirror more carefully she realized that her eyes were now completely red and even a tiny bit thinner. Then G4-FR1 was ordered to open up her mouth and the doctor took a small spray can, sprayed something into her mouth and on and under her tongue and finally put a metal item on her teeth and stepped aside again. Bianca saw her open mouth and couldn’t believe her red eyes: she now had chrome teeth and a silver throat and tongue. She wondered why he did that and how it was possible. And she did not have to wait for an answer very long.

“You’ll surely ask yourself how it is possible to be varnished inside your body that apparently still consists of human tissue. Well, the electronic system that has taken over control of your body has also stopped or significantly slowed down the production of sweat, saliva, urine and your digestion. You will be able to eat and drink ... and you will of course have to, but only as much as is necessary. But this won’t be very much, because your skin is not breathing any more and your nervous system is controlled and supplied by electronics and the built-in battery. So you will be given a short amount of food and water during the recharge of your battery which will be done at night. And you’re not in need of much oxygen; you’ll only have to breathe 5 times per minute. Hmm ... something else? ... Oh, yes ... you won’t feel any pain. Instead, you will receive information of damages. Actually you won’t feel anything except for two things: being touched and being stimulated at your breasts and in your vagina and your anus. And you will only be able to utter emotions when I’ll allow you to,” the doctor explained and then put one, then two fingers between Bianca’s latex-wrapped labia and stroke her clit just for two seconds. An immense jolt of arousal ran through Bianca’s body. And this was even increased by the fact that Bianca couldn’t move or react to that in any other way. It seemed to her as if all of her sensory perception was now concentrated in that very spot. But the doctor just smiled at her and ordered G4-FR1 to shut her mouth again.

“It’s late. We’ll see tomorrow when I’ll finish the transformation. So try to get used to your new body,” the doctor said and left the room with his slaves.

And there she was again, standing in that bright operation room and scrutinized the silver statue in the mirror with the wires and the tube protruding from her belly. She remembered last Sunday when she was standing in front of her mirrored closet and stroking her latex-clad breasts. And now she was even totally clad in latex, but unable to move an inch, unable to touch her body. Bianca sensed a mixture of feelings. Well, the confusing voices had stopped in that moment the cable was disconnected from her neck socket, but now she was confused by her own thoughts. On the one hand she was aroused by her new looks, by the latex all over, by having somehow entered into a new relationship ... but on the other hand she now was a slave, a prisoner in her own body and not really human any more. Her life would be up to the doctor’s discretion. She would have to watch her body following his orders. She wanted to cry again, but as the production of tears was now not controlled by herself anymore she couldn’t. She could only look at this perfect silver body, with the red eyes, the chrome teeth, the rubber vagina, without any hair ... Some minutes later tiredness took over and Bianca fell to sleep ... her body still standing in the middle of the operation room with open eyes.

=9=

Suddenly she woke up. From the corner of her eyes she saw that two of the three female slaves entered with a cart and a huge wooden box on it. One of them stood in front of Bianca and took a look at the display in Bianca’s belly, nodded and disconnected the wires and the tube.

Then Bianca was grabbed at her shoulders and feet and put into the wooden box that had been opened by the other slave. The box was of such a size that Bianca’s body exactly fit into it. The box was upholstered on the inside with thick latex. A slave bend down to Bianca and pressed a button in Bianca’s belly control panel. Then she closed the lid by gently pushing the chrome belly button.

“I-ni-tia-ting-shut-down-sequence,” Bianca—or rather G4-FR1—said.

The slaves closed the box and blew up the inner upholstery so that Bianca was now tightly wrapped up. But that was Bianca’s last though, because the sequence had reached its end and again, Bianca fell to a sleep that only lasted for an instant.

=10=

When Bianca opened her eyes she found herself in a big, well furnished room with a big desk, huge book shelves and a comfortable looking couch. She sat in a chair and could only look directly ahead, she was still not capable of controlling her own body. In front of her stood the doctor and smiled at her.

“U-nit-G4-FR1-ful-ly-ope-ratio-nal. Bat-te-ries-at-100-per-cent,” she said without wanting to.

“Hmm, let’s change that first. ... Set flow of speech from 0 to 10, change designation from G4-FR1 to ... Slavebot-4.”

“Pro-ces-sing-da-ta. ... Data saved. My name is Slavebot-4,” the silver figure uttered. Bianca felt slightly happy because proper words came out of her mouth again.

“Stand up and address me as Master,” the doctor ordered.

Bianca’s body jerked up from the chair and stood at attention: “Yes, Master.”

The doctor checked Bianca’s body and her new skin. Then he tried something new: “Increase your breast size to DD!”

As several times before Bianca didn’t want to believe her eyes as her nice b-sized breasts began to inflate slowly and a feeling of emptiness seemed to spread in her abdomen.

“Well, BFDS—the body fluid distribution system—seems to work just fine.”

If she could, Bianca would have yelled at the doctor that he had made her a rubber tit monster. But instead the silver body only said:

“Yes, Master. All systems are working properly.”

Finally Bianca calmed down as the doctor ordered Slavebot-4 to shrink her breasts back to the original size. But that feeling didn’t last long because the doctor played similar games with the lips in her crotch as well as with those in her plain face. She felt absolutely abused.

But the doctor just ordered two slaves to take her to a dressing room and to send her back to him after being fully dressed. Additionally Slavebot-4 was ordered to follow their orders until she got back—due to her programmed ranking position.

“Yes, Master!” Bianca’s body just said and followed the slaves, who now wore maids’ uniforms, through the big and noble house to a room with huge closets containing dozens of different types of boots, latex gear, leather gear, clothing and accessories. Apparently this was some kind of dressing room for the gynoids. Slavebot-4 was led to the middle of the room and had to sit on a small chair.

One of the slaves brought a pair of absolutely tight-fitting black latex boots and ordered Slavebot-4 to put them on. Bianca’s body did not hesitate and put on the boots quickly. Then she stood up and Bianca saw that those soft and stretchy shafts were even pulled up to the middle of her thighs, making her legs looking as if they had been made of shiny black latex and had built-in high heels. Then the slaves put a tight black corset around Bianca’s waist. The corset had a round hole in its front side as well as a movable lid so that the belly button remained accessible and the corset slid open when the compartment in Bianca’s belly was opened. The slaves closed the corset with a lever: it had hooks and eyes instead of laces and had been made to fit Bianca’s new body perfectly. It also pushed up her breasts a bit, but the BFDS instantly arranged them properly.

One of the slaves took the Y-shaped leather strap with a plug that hung from the corset’s front side, put it around Bianca’s vagina and handed the single strap over to the other slave that stood behind Bianca to put the plug into Bianca’s anus and then pull the strap firmly through her ass chink and attach it to the corset’s rear side. Luckily Bianca couldn’t feel pain anymore, otherwise she would have screamed because of the strap’s firmness. But Bianca only felt this immense arousal again because of the pressure on her vagina. Bianca couldn’t really think about that, because the slaves put a tight black corset around her neck and long black gloves over her hands and arms. The waist corset, the neck corset and the gloves were then connected with each other by straps that went along Bianca’s shoulders, breasts and shoulder-blades. Finally, a black rubber hood with a blonde fake pony tail and that left open her whole face was put on her silver head.

Dressed like that, Slavebot-4 was ordered to return to the doctor. Normally Bianca would have had enormous difficulties with the height of those heels, the restraining straps and the caused arousal. But Slavebot-4—that actually controlled the body—walked back to that room without any problems.

Back in the library, Slavebot-4 had to sit down on the chair again and was fixed to it with heavy straps around her wrists and ankles. Then the doctor stood in front of her:

“Deactivate Slavebot-4 programme, activate Bianca programme!”

Bianca couldn’t believe it, but she was able to move again ... and to speak:

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” she yelled, “What have you done to me!? You can’t just come along and transform a human being into a freakin’ mindle- mgrmpf ... hmm!”

She didn’t get any further on because the doctor put a ball gag around her head.

“OK, listen, my dear. Just listen! You are not in the position to demand anything. I can make you a robot and I can turn you back to Bianca. And I will erase your identity in every case, because I want you to be one of my slave gynoids, one of my robots. Besides, the changes that have been made to your body are irreversible. So just out of pity and sympathy to you, Bianca, who is just the raw material for this slavebot and who will cease to exist in the very near future, I wanted to grant you some last words! So ... calm down and don’t shout at me ... or it’ll all be over in no time.” The doctor said slowly and removed the gag from Bianca, knowing that she wouldn’t scream again.

And she didn’t. Listening to these words had made her cry. She burst into tears, just stuttering: “But ... I mean ... my job, my flat ... my life! What ... what is this supposed to be? I mean ... OK ... I wanted to be your rubber slave ... but in a relationship. I wanted to be your partner ... submissive and latex-clad ... but your partner. And not ... not this ... with all those wires inside of me ... not this ...” Bianca lowered her head and caught view of her exposed silver rubber vagina. She cried even harder with tears hitting her black thighs. The doctor listened to her sobbing and thought about everything for quite a while. Then he sighed compassionately and knelt next to the chair.

“Listen, Bianca. Now it is just the way it is. And be honest to yourself: you kind of like your new body, don’t you? It looks great and with the programming nearly everything can be changed: sizes, proportions, voice, personality, ...everything.”

“Yes ... I like it. I have even secretly dreamed about being a rubber doll ... and now I am one ... and even with so many abilities. But, ... well, I mean, that is OK... but I want to be human inside and not a remote controlled robot.”

“All right. I will make you this offer. I will reactivate Slavebot-4 and you will again watch everything passively. For 2 weeks. And after that it’s up to you. You’ll get your choice! OK?”

Bianca thought about this. The transformation was irreversible. She only had two options: living as a silver latex woman with a—at least theoretically—free will ... or being totally transformed into to a robot. “O...OK!” she said silently but focussed.

=11=

After Bianca had been put into the position of an inside observer of her own body and Slavebot-4 had been given control over her body again, the doctor connected her to a notebook and uploaded data on the house, her duties, the other slaves and the clothing. It was somehow as if he had bought a new mobile phone and now synchronized settings, data and organizer entries. Slavebot-4 was also told where she had to stay at night: In a small chamber there was a table she had to lie on. In the moment she lay down a chrome-made vibrator popped out of the table and forced its way into her pussy. Then metal clips strapped her down to that table at her wrist and ankles automatically. When she was fixed, a plug was connected to her neck socket to perform software check-ups and upgrade her when necessary. Then a gripper descended and opened up her belly compartment by pushing the belly button and then put a wire into her socket there to charge her built-in battery. But what Bianca didn’tknow was that it was not only about upgrades for Slavebot-4. The computer also linked with Bianca’s mind and tried to condition her. It suggested her that everything was fine, but it could even get better by merging her mind with Slavebot-4’s control programme. She could wear latex 24/7 and could even play with the other slaves as her toys. She would never again have to worry. She would be sexy and desirable for years and decades. There would be no pain, just joy and satisfaction. The computer gave her the advice to give it a try and not to miss the chance of a live of pleasure and youth.

Bianca didn’t actually realize that the computer influenced her, but even the next day she wanted to find out the good aspects of a life as a gynoid.

Bianca had slept—or rather: Slavebot-4 had gone to stand-by—in the latex outfit. The next morning Slavebot-4 was activated (and Bianca woken up) by immense arousal caused by the vibrator inside her. Bianca nearly couldn’t take it. The arousal nearly grew too strong. Bianca screamed inside because of the pleasure she was given and shortly after the vibrator had started moving she burst into an intense orgasm, the longest she had ever experienced. After she had come, the vibrator, the wires and the clips were removed and Slavebot-4 got up from the table—with still shivering and moaning Bianca inside. Slavebot-4 went down to her Master’s sleeping room and entered silently. It was still dark within, but because of the infrared lenses on Slavebot-4’s eyes she could see everything, also her Master still sleeping in his bed. Slavebot-4 stood at the foot of the bed and Bianca heard her think ‘Executing oral wake-up procedure!’.

‘What does she mean by that?’ Bianca asked herself, but did not have to wait for an answer. Seconds after Slavebot-4 had silently started this one of her programmes, her lips were inflated until they were well-rounded and her tongue seemed to grow longer. Then Slavebot-4 got down to her hands and knees on the bed and slowly went towards her sleeping Master. Slavebot-4 put aside a part of the blanket and reached for her Master’s pyjama trousers. She pulled them down a bit and exposed the doctor’s penis. She did all this slowly and tenderly so that the doctor did not wake up. Then she took the cock in her latex hands, pulled out her long tongue and licked it gently.

‘Now, that’s an interesting programme. It’s like being a latex slave and following a direct order ... but this is really cool, being time programmed to do that,’ Bianca murmured to herself.

Slavebot-4 repeated the licking several times and gently stroke the doctor’s member until it grew and got hard. The doctor slowly noticed what was going on and sighed. Slavebot-4 opened up her mouth and let the cock slowly slide inside. Then she pressed her full lips together and began to suck it carefully. Slowly she pulled her head back and let the penis glide through her lips. She sucked and stroke the erect member with her mouth and then let it slide deep into her throat. The doctor got more and more aroused and finally woke up: “Very nice, hmmm.... very nice...” he whispered.

‘I bet it is ...’ Bianca thought to herself, ‘It’s one of my favourites ... well Slavebot’s favourite ... uhm... whatever.’

Slavebot-4 increased speed and rocked her head back and forth. But when the doctor nearly came, he pushed her aside and on her back. He bend over her and spread her legs apart so that her rubber vagina was clearly visible.

“Change to standard sex doll procedure!” the doctor ordered and instantly Bianca’s lips and tongue shrunk back to normal size. But instead her pussy seemed to moisten.

‘Right, I haven’t been varnished down there ... OK, and that’s why,’ Bianca thought while the doctor thrust his cock inside. Slavebot-4 did not react to that, but Bianca inside screamed in joy. Although she had experienced the best orgasm in her life just minutes ago, the doctors huge member pushed her even beyond that point.

“Yeah ... hmm... good!” the doctor shouted, fucking her quicker and quicker, “Switch to standard sex procedure and activate emotional utterance!”

It was like Slavebot-4 had become human and been woken up from coma. She moaned deeply and exactly as Bianca did inside. Then she touched the doctor’s muscular shoulders and let her latex fingers slide down his strong arms. Finally she put her hands on her silver breasts and kneaded them, then stroke her exposed nipples and licked her rubber lips with her silver tongue.

“Hmmm.... yes, Master. That feels so ... good, Master. Hmmm.... yeah,” Slavebot-4 moaned. Bianca didn’t realize much of this. She just enjoyed the huge cock rocking back and forth inside her. She imagined how she’d put her hands on the doctor’s muscular shoulders and let her latex fingers slide down his strong arms. Then she’d knead her silver breasts, stroke her exposed nipples and lick her rubber lips with her tongue.

‘Hmmm.... yes, Master. That feels so ... good, Master. Hmmm.... yeah,’ she moaned inside, sensing a silent echo but didn’t bother where it came from.

Finally the doctor came. When a built-in sensor noticed the doctor’s ejaculation, the programme forced Slavebot-4 (and Bianca) to come, too. An enormous wave of pleasure and satisfaction poured down on her body. Her every cell seemed to be electrified and exploding of joy.

Then the doctor stood up and ordered Slavebot-4 to clean herself and join him for breakfast.

=12=

Having finished breakfast (Slavebot-4 only had a cup of nutrient pulp) the doctor left the house with his receptionists and ordered Slavebot-4 to fulfil her duties.

Slavebot-4 then took a look at the schedule that had been stored in her database: she had to tidy up the house, make the beds, mow the lawn, prepare dinner, find out more about the dressing room and have fun. First, Slavebot-4 went to the dressing room, undressed and put on just a pair of sneakers. She had calculated that—despite the fact that she could walk and move in that outfit extremely well—she would handle the housework 2 minutes and 47 seconds quicker when wearing less of these restraining things. So she carried the remainders of breakfast into the kitchen and then polished the wooden table. While doing that her silver breasts swung from side to side. After having made her Master’s bed she put on a light green latex body not to upset the neighbours when mowing the lawn.

Bianca had watched in amazement how fast and skilled Slavebot-4 went to work. And she admired her knowledge of how to start the lawnmower, because Bianca had never done anything like that in her whole life. Somehow she envied Slavebot-4 handling everything that easily and being able to choose between all those latex outfits.

After Slavebot-4 had prepared dinner a programme inside of her (that remained secret to Bianca) told her to stand still in the middle of the kitchen. Then a video shot of that morning’s sex appeared in Bianca’s field of vision. The programme was part of the seductive software that had been uploaded that night. It had recorded Slavebot-4 and the doctor having sex. And now Bianca had to watch it again. She couldn’t escape. But she actually didn’t want to because she like having sex with the doctor. And every time Slavebot-4 used her robotic skills and advantages, Bianca was stimulated by the programme. Finally, when the protagonists in that film came, Bianca was made to orgasm as well. It was just another step of her conditioning. But Bianca didn’t think much about that. She just watched and enjoyed—just as the programme had expected.

After that, Slavebot-4 went to the dressing room and look into every shelf and closet to find out about all those beautiful things. From her programming Slavebot-4 knew that the doctor and one of his three receptionists would arrive home at about 7 p.m., but the two other slaves would be there one hour in advance. Slavebot-4 took a look at the clock and decided to have some fun, being one of her duties after all. So she put away those sneakers and the green body and selected a transparent-blue skirt, a transparent-blue turtle-neck top with long sleeves, black ankle-boots and a black leather necklace as her next outfit. After she had put on all these things she looked at herself in the mirror. Bianca watched, too. And she kind of liked her looks, these perfect breasts, the latex, those boots and that short skirt. Bianca wanted to touch that body, but she couldn’t. She was just an observer trapped in her own body. But Slavebot-4 did that for her instead. She put her silver latex hands on her hips and moved appealingly in front of that mirror. Then she fondled her firm breasts, covered by the transparent-blue latex with her hard nipples clearly visible. Finally she reached under the skirt to touch her clit and give Bianca some further jolts of pleasure when she heard someone entering the house.

Slavebot-4 took a small bag she had already prepared and went to the entrance hall. There she met two of the other slaves, wearing the standard receptionists’ outfits.

“Slavebots! Identify yourselves.”

Both of them stood at attention and looked at Slavebot-4.

“Slavebot-1 a.k.a. Nina,” said the first one, “Slavebot-3 a.k.a. Janet,” the other one.

“Undress completely and come to me!” Slavebot-4 ordered. The slaves reacted at once and undressed quickly. Then they moved over to Slavebot-4 and stood fully naked in front of her. Slavebot-4 slowly walked around them and scrutinized their bodies. She even put her hands on their ass cheeks and slapped them there once. “You look very nice, slavebots!”

“Thank you, chief slavebot,” both of them said at the same time.

‘The doctor was right .... slavebot-4 seems to be superior to them. Slavebot-4 has her own slaves. ...Funny!’ Bianca thought inside, waiting for what might be next.

Slavebot-4 took the small bag and produced two latex hoods and gave them to the two buxom and naked blondes in front of her.

“Put these on!” she demanded and the slaves took the hoods and put them on. They did this very quickly and when they were ready, only their mouths were visible, held a bit open so that they could breathe. Then Slavebot-4 attached leashes to metal rings located on their foreheads and pulled both of them to the Master’s sleeping room. Bianca couldn’t believe her eyes again: two submissive beautiful young women totally under her control.

When they had entered the sleeping room, Slavebot-4 positioned the slaves in front of the bed next to each other. Then she stood in front of Nina and gently stroke her naked breasts. She grabbed her waist and pulled the now blind slave to her latex-clad body. Slavebot-4 stretched out her tongue, put it into Nina’s mouth and kissed her. This blew Bianca’s mind. She had no control, she couldn’t do anything against that, but she felt everything, Nina’s soft lips, her moist tongue and even the way Nina reacted to Slavebot-4’s kiss. Then Slavebot-4 stopped kissing Nina and stepped back. Nina gasped for breath and moaned in the kiss’ afterglow and touched her crotch in desire for more. But Slavebot-4 just stepped aside, knelt in front of Janet and increased the length of her tongue. Bianca guessed what Slavebot-4 was up to ...and she was right. Slavebot-4 slowly forced her tongue’s way into Janet’s vagina. She played with Janet’s clit but then let her tongue slide further on into Janet. Janet moaned loudly and almost lost balance. Then Slavebot-4 got up again and shrunk her tongue to its normal size.

“Was this good, my little slavebots?”

“Yes, it was. Thank you chief slavebot,” both of them said—again at the same time.

“So, now I want you to give pleasure to me,” Slavebot-4 said, and Nina and Janet nodded.

Slavebot-4 inserted a two-way dildo into Janet (who reacted with heavy moaning) and strapped it tightly around her waist. Then she ordered Nina to sit in front of the bed. After Nina had done that and sat with her back upright in front of the bed, she was ordered to lay her head on the bed so that her mouth would face the ceiling. Then Slavebot-4 stood right in front of Nina with wide-spread legs and bent over and almost lay on the bed with her head. Janet was ordered to step behind Slavebot-4 and to push up her skirt.

‘No ... she won’t have that in mind... that naughty ... girl ... bot ... gynoid,’ Bianca thought to herself. But that was exactly what Slavebot-4 had in mind: Nina had to lick Slavebot-4’s pussy while Janet dildo-fucked her from behind. Bianca couldn’t realize this. She had never ever done something like that before ... being intimate with a woman. And now there were even two ... and totally under her control. But that was all she could think about, because the pleasure inside of her grew and grew so that she was no longer capable of thinking... until she burst into an orgasm she could never have imagined. Even Slavebot-4 moaned when she was fucked by Janet with her blue-latex-clad breasts swinging forward and backwards and also screamed when her pleasure programming had reached orgasm-levels. Having recovered from that, Bianca witnessed that Slavebot-4 removed the strap-on from Janet and ordered both of her blind sex toys to make the other orgasm in a 69 position. Slavebot-4 (and Bianca) just watched. Bianca couldn’t understand all this. This was heaven. She did not have to worry, did not have to make any decisions, there were no business appointments, no stressful meetings, there was no envy, no hurt ... just latex and pleasure. OK, there was work to do, but everything just happened with so much joy...

=13=

About six days later Slavebot-4 and the doctor had dinner together. The doctor looked at Slavebot-4, that sat on the opposite side of the table dressed almost like the receptionist was that evening one week ago when Bianca had entered the practice, only that everything was purple and there was no doctor’s coat.

“Deactivate Slavebot-4 programme, activate Bianca programme!” the doctor ordered. Bianca got control over her body again.

“Ahhhh! ... Well, .... hello and thank you,” she said calmly.

“So, my dear. This is the middle of your trial period. What are your first impressions?”

Bianca looked at her silver hand, made a fist and then straightened her fingers again. Then she looked down at her, looked at her silver breasts, even touched them, looked at the silver string-bodysuit, at her purple boots and then at the doctor.

“This ... this .... this is great! I have experienced so much during the last week. Slavebot-4 will lead a happy life, I imagine. Well, I don’t appreciate that you deceived me ... but I want to thank you for having made this out of me,” Bianca said with a rather trembling voice.

“You’re welcome, Bianca. But you still have one whole week to get an idea of what you really want.”

“I ... I know already what I want... Please, merge my personality with that of Slavebot-4. There shall only be one mind in this body. Even if it is controlled ... it’s the better way.”

“Are you sure about that?” the doctor asked, touching her hand.

“Yes!” Bianca answered without hesitation, “Absolutely!”

The doctor stood up. Bianca did the same. Then he put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently on her lips for several moments. Bianca enjoyed the first real kiss given to her by the doctor. Then he said: “I love you and I will take care of you. You will lead a happy life here.”

“Hmm... thank you,” Bianca just said and a single tear ran down her left cheek.

“Slavebot-4, reactivate. Deactivate Bianca programme,” the doctor ordered.

“Slavebot-4 fully operational. Battery at 65%,” the silver figure uttered without emotion.

“Merge Nina programme data with Slavebot-4 profile data. Delete all redundant data, change unit’s name to Bianca and reactivate!” the doctor said.

Bianca, who could still witness everything from inside, cried ... but she didn’t know whether it was in pain or in joy. Then she felt cold and only heard Slavebot-4 uttering: “Initiating shutdown sequence.” And then everything went black.

But only for a while. Then the silver figuere opened up her eyes again, raised her head and looked at the doctor. Bianca first thought that nothing had changed, but then she received data:

#Loading profile data#

#Initiating organizer ... loading data#

#Checking battery status ... battery at 64%#

#Preparing report#

###Report status!###

“Unit fully operational. Battery at 64%. My name is Bianca. How may I serve you, Master?” Bianca said. So it had changed. There was no Slavebot-4 left. It was her body now. But she was also controlled. She considered it funny that she was aware of that ... but she also liked it.

“Very good!” the doctor said, “Now go to the dressing room and execute outfit schedule 2-8-F. Then join me in the living room.”

#Destination set for dressing room#

###Commence moving###

Bianca instantly walked across the dining hall towards the dressing room.

#Opening outfit schedule 2-8-F#

#Outfit data: transparent-purple latex catsuit, sleeveless, turtle neck, jazz-pant style, back zipper ... no accessories#

Then Bianca arrived in the dressing room.

###Implement outfit schedule 2-8-F###

Instantly Bianca knew where to find that catsuit. She undressed and put the suit on.

#Destination set for living room#

###Commence moving###

Then she went back to the living room. The doctor already waited for her on the couch.

###Report status!###

“Outfit schedule 2-8-F implemented. How may Bianca serve her Master?” she said without thinking about it.

“Oh ... there will be lots of things ...” the doctor just said and smiled.

THE END