Note:
This is my fourth contribution to this archive. The other stories have first been written in German and then translated to English, but this one I wrote just in English. But, however, please don’t mind if there are some mistakes in it as English is not my native language.
The idea of this story resulted from several emails with Robotunit8. So I have to say a big “Thank You!” to her for all the inspiration.
Except for the protagonist’s first name, any resemblance with any real persons, places and events is purely coincidental. And please: This is adult content and pure fiction and does by no means reflect the author’s opinion on political systems. Don’t try any of this in real life.
I’m looking forward to any comments, suggestions for linguistic improvement part or questions: catsuit78@yahoo.de! But now enjoy the story.
Total Reconditioning
“You’re insane! Steph, please, let me out of here, please. Don’t listen to that! Please!”
“Would you please push that big red button!” Stephanie was ordered.
And Stephanie didn’t hesitate a second. She stepped towards the machine and pushed the button. The machine came to life and the chair Chris was strapped to moved backwards so that he lay in it. Then it moved on and slowly went into the giant machine.
“Steph! No... noooooo!!” Chris screamed, but then a door closed behind him and the only sound that could be heard now was the hissing and humming of the machine that had just devoured Chris.
=1=
Stephanie and Chris had known each other for years. Both of them were born in 1990, they went to the same school and even the same university. They both had a degree in sociology and even now – in 2031 – they shared a flat. Since the century’s first decade the world had changed quite a bit. There was a world-wide economic collapse, the European Union broke apart, its former member states even sealed themselves off and tried to retain their resources. In some states the people elected a union of the two biggest parties for government to take drastic measures against the large enterprises that even then did not want to share their accumulated wealth. They were smashed and put under state administration. This was the same in Stephanie’s and Chris’ home country. The government party union even held 80% of the seats in parliament so that the opposition was rendered powerless. The government enacted severe regulations, abolished data protection, increased the police force and created a new secret police. On the other hand they also increased referenda, but this was only a diversion to make the whole system look democratic. In reality the referenda always ended in favour of the government’s policy because of the omnipresent but subtle propaganda, censored press and legal tricks.
The state put even less money into social matters so that there had been a reduction in working hours at Chris’ office. And so Chris dedicated himself even more to political work in one of the oppositional parties. There their only means were to show the people the government’s true face and to stand and protest for freedom of speech. They were still allowed to speak publicly, but the administration steadily reduced this right to them being only allowed to meet in deserted squares or in the outskirts – always watched by the Secret Police.
Stephanie never had been that political. In fact, she somehow liked to be controlled by others or at least being told what to do. So she did not have to make many decisions. That spared her much of everyday life’s stress ... and she even fancied some of the muscular policemen in their tight black uniforms. But she also was Chris’ best friend and shared a flat with him and so she supported his work here and there and did some of the administrative work for the party. But she didn’t do that to her heart’s content – it was just a favour for Chris.
One evening – Chris being in his room and talking to other party members via a secure internet line – Stephanie sat in front of the TV and watched a movie. She liked casual wear and so she had put on tight and shiny blue spandex trousers, a black tight cotton shirt and black woollen stockings that reached up to the middle of her thighs. Stephanie loved the latest fashion of tight clothes – partially shiny and partially not – although she had turned 41 a few weeks ago. But she still had a feminine figure, joyful blue-and-grey eyes and thick black hair. With a little help from those clothes she was able to hide some tracks of age. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Stephanie jumped up, turned the TV off and went into her room.
“Can you open the door, Steph? I’m rather busy right now,” Chris shouted from his room.
“I’m on my way!” Stephanie shouted back from her room and left it with a piece of paper in her hand. The doorbell rang again ... and again.
“Steph!?” Chris shouted again.
Then Stephanie entered the corridor and unlocked the flat’s front door. She stepped back some feet and the door was opened by three men. Two of them wore black trousers, black shirts and black leather coats. The third man – obviously a technician – wore just a black overall and carried a large suitcase.
“Who is it?” Chris asked from his room.
“Oh ... it’s for me,” Stephanie smiled at the three men who were nearly two metres high and waved her hand to signalise that they should not worry about Chris. But the first man just lifted the right corner of his mouth for a split of a second to indicate a bored smile. He looked down the corridor and into the kitchen on his right and Stephanie’s room on his left and shouted:
“Secret Police! Are you Stephanie Miles?”
Stephanie nodded and again prayed to him gesticulating to keep his voice low. But the man wasn’t interested. “You know why we are here?” he asked and pressed his way into the living room. When they entered, Chris joined them.
“So what is all this then? I just want to work in silence in my ... Good Lord! What are you doing here? We have done nothing wrong!” he shouted.
The man just looked at him and sighed: “And you must be Chris Bellman, MP. Well, I’m afraid, but someone has done something wrong. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here. But I can assure you, this has nothing to do with you. Your parliamentary immunity will not be touched. Would you please get back to you room so that we can go on with our work, ... Mister Bellman?".
Chris opened up his eyes widely and looked at Stephanie: “Steph, what is he talking about? You haven’t done anything illegal, have you?”
Stephanie sat down on the couch and a tear ran down her cheek. “Hmmm... yes, I’m sorry, Chris. I ...”
Chris knelt down next to her: “What have you done?”
The first agent got more and more bored and gave the answer: “Miss Miles was dismissed four weeks ago. According to section 4, subsection 3 of the Society Usefulness Act 2030 she had to report to an Employment Agency to be assigned to a new job to serve the society... or she had to get a new job on her own and show the contract to the agency. At midnight the four weeks’ period expired. So we are here to carry out section 18 of that Act: Miss Miles will be made government property as well as her belongings.”
Chris – perfectly knowing the legal situation because he had of course voted against that act in parliament – only looked at Stephanie in disappointment: “Is that true? Why haven’t you told me? I could have got you a new job... Stephanie, ...why?!”
Stephanie cried and said nothing. She didn’t want to admit that it had been too embarrassing to her being dismissed. She had tried to get a new job but it just had not worked out. So she hoped the government—that always knew what to do and that had led them out of the economic disaster—would also lead her out of her own one. She somehow believed in that propaganda and so she put up with this. But now it was too much for her.
Chris addressed the men: “OK, look ... I know you have your orders, but I have a job for her. She ... she is my new secretary. We can sign a contract of employment right now.”
The first agent just nodded towards the technician who began to unpack his suitcase in the middle of the room. Then he looked at Chris rather condescendingly and addressed him very slowly: “You’re right... We have our orders. So please step aside. I believe you as MP know that your immunity does not cover ... impediment of law enforcement.” Then he nodded towards the other agent who went over to Stephanie, grabbed her by her arm and pulled her up from the couch: “Miss Miles. Stand up and undress! Now! Or we will have to force you to.”
“Wait!” Stephanie shouted and produced the piece of paper she had previously gotten from her room.
“What is that?” the agent asked.
“According to section 18 of that Act you just referred to, only my property will be made government property. But by this note I have transferred all of my belongings to Mister Bellman here ... yesterday. So, I have nothing but me.”
The agent took the note and read it, then put it into his coat’s inner pocket. “Well ... all right. So, only you. But to prevent Mister Bellman – an MP – from being given subversive material we have to search this flat.” The moment after he had said this, the two other men went to Stephanie’s room. One could only hear them emptying her drawers onto the floor, emptying her closet and putting things down from her shelves. Then they went on into the kitchen and the bathroom. When they came back, the second agent said: “Nothing found. Shall we search this room and Mister Bellman’s room, too?”
“No,” the first agent said, “we don’t want to touch his immunity.” Then he smiled and addressed Chris: “So, Mister Bellman. As far as I can see, nothing has been broken. If however that was the case, you could file in a complaint to the Secret Police’s Director. And I have to inform you that his address is—of course—secret. But you can sue the government to tell you that address. Under normal circumstances this would take about 2 years.”
Chris grinded his teeth: “I’m sure everything is just ... fine!”
“Perfect!” the agent did not seem to be bored anymore. He somehow enjoyed this moment. “So, Miss Miles. Let’s come back to you. Undress. Now!”
Stephanie just nodded and took of her stockings and her tight shirt uncovering her b-sized breasts. Then she put away her pants so that she stood bare naked in front of the men.
“No, Stephanie! Don’t do that!” Chris shouted.
The agent rolled his eyes. “Mister Bellman. I have warned you. You are responsible for this yourself!”
“For what?” Chris asked.
The agent nodded at his colleague once again. The other agent produced a tranquillizer gun from his right holster and fired it at Chris. Chris instantly went down to his knees and lay on the floor writhing.
“No!” Stephanie shouted.
“He’ll be all right in one or two hours. Now, don’t hold us up any longer!” the agent shouted.
Stephanie gave up and nodded. Then she was told to lie on a thick but soft orange-coloured rubber mattress that had been put on the floor by the technician. Stephanie sunk into it as she lay down. Then a breathing tube was inserted into her mouth and the technician pulled a string at the mattress’ side. Instantly it inflated and sealed Stephanie firmly within, incapable of moving a millimetre. With a special gas that was sprayed into the breathing tube Stephanie was sedated and did not realize much of what was going on around her: the technician and the second agent took wrapped-up Stephanie and carried her downstairs to a large van. The rear doors were opened and the ‘package’ was put into the van – next to three others. Stephanie finally fell asleep.
=2=
When Stephanie woke up she looked at a white ceiling. She tried to sit but she couldn’t because she had been strapped to the bed she lay in at her wrists and ankles. Stephanie felt a slight ache on her left upper arm, but couldn’t turn her head that far too find out. She looked around and saw that there was a second bed in that room, only 4 feet next to her bed. But it was empty and without a pillow and a blanket. The rest of the room was relatively plain: no furniture, just a small bathroom, a shelf with towels, a door without handle and a large flat screen on the wall in front of her. There weren’t even any windows. But what seemed even more awkward to her was that she was still naked...
‘Now that’s fine ... either I am in a mental hospital or this is a deluxe version of a prison cell,’ Stephanie thought. After some minutes the door was opened and a young woman entered. She was in her middle twenties, had short blonde hair, a thin figure and wore an orange-coloured tight overall. She looked at Stephanie and smiled for a moment. Then she undressed completely showing her rather a-sized breasts and her clean shaved pussy. Except for her fair hair and her bright smile there was nothing very special about that young woman, anything that would make people remember her. But, however, Stephanie liked her and considered her nice or – perhaps – even trustworthy right from the start just by the way she had smiled at her. The woman then put her overall into a hole in the wall and stood next to Stephanie’s bed.
“So, you’re finally awake,” the young woman smiled at her and opened up Stephanie’s straps. Stephanie sat up and massaged her hurting wrists. Then she looked at the woman’s left shoulder and spotted a tattoo: a bar code, a number and the words ‘government property’. Foreseeing what the slight ache on her upper arm came from she looked at it and read: “2031-02-23-00815 ... Government Property”.
Stephanie sighed and looked at the woman.
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Janet. We share this room.”
“Hi, Janet. Please tell me: where am I?”
Janet sat on her bed and began to explain: “This is a training and selection facility. You will be trained physically, you will have to learn things and pass certain exams. You will always be observed and at the end of your training period you will be given a new assignment.”
Stephanie laughed out loud and giggled at her puzzled room-mate: “New Assignment ... Well, that’s funny. Oh ... you obviously don’t know that. Hmm, there has been a quite popular story in a story archive called mcstories.com... That was in the old days when the internet consisted of html-based pages and you had to download them with a computer. It’s a story about a young girl who gets a new job and is then totally assimilated by the vicious organisation. Well, I just thought there might be some similarity here... but never mind. Sorry, please go on.”
Janet looked at Stephanie for a moment without saying anything. Then she blinked, breathed in and went on: “OK, ... you will constantly be observed and evaluated. If you don’t cause any problems and you subordinate to the system and the chain of command, you will quickly get a new and good job. It’s quite simple. Just do what you are told and you will be out of here in no time. Well, that’s it ... basically.”
“Sounds fair, but what about ...” Stephanie pointed at Janet and herself with a quick move of her hand, “clothes? When you came in here you only wore that terrible overall. And now you are naked ... as well as I am. Why aren’t there any clothes in this room to put on?”
“Well, when we leave this room for classes, training or meals we are given certain clothes. We have to wear them, just what we are given. No underwear, no pockets, no style. And when we return here we have to take them off and put them into the laundry dump. Within this room we have to stay naked all the time. It’s ... it’s because of security.”
“Just for the record: I don’t like that even now. I mean, you are young an pretty. Your body is firm and immaculate. You surely don’t mind being naked,” Stephanie said insecurely.
Janet got up and stood closely in front of Stephanie and touched her shoulders gently. Then she let her fingers run down over Stephanie’s shoulders and arms: “No... no... you look good. Please don’t be desperate. Look: you will do a lot of sports. And when you are in a better shape and when you learn and follow the orders given to you... then they don’t mind your body. They want the right brain in the right place. So if you’re a good girl and they have a job for you that requires a younger body... they will help you medically... well, surgically.” Stephanie inhaled deeply and closed her eyes and enjoyed being touched by that young woman. If just half of what she just told her was true, then Stephanie would master this situation. She had no problem with that. Following orders and abiding by the rules of this institution was a fair price for receiving a physical makeover. Then Janet stopped, stepped back and smiled at Stephanie.
“You... you mean real plastic surgery?” Stephanie asked and for the first time since her dismissal a smile appeared on her face.
“Well... maybe. I heard of some women ... but it depends on the job you will be assigned to, you know. But enough of that for now. We have to go to bed. The sleeping signal will be given in just some minutes.”
“OK,” Stephanie sighed, “although I’ve slept the whole day I’m totally bushed. But ... uhm, where are our pillows and blankets?”
“Oh, we don’t have any. Let me show you how it is done!” Janet told Stephanie to stand up. Then she reached under the mattress and pulled up the whole upper half of it that could be opened like a chest’s lid. Stephanie looked at the still horizontal lower half of the bed. She saw that it had a small latex-covered mattress and that Janet had just opened the upper frame that tightly held a white latex blanket. Now Stephanie realized that three holes had been cut into that blanket. Janet told her to lay on the mattress. Stephanie did so and shivered for a moment when her skin touched the cold rubber. Janet then arranged Stephanie properly with her legs slightly spread and her arms closely at her sides and closed the frame again. Stephanie was sealed in between the rubber mattress she lay on and the tight rubber blanket covering her. Only her eyes and her mouth were visible through the three holes in that blanket.
“And now? That’s it? What is this good for?” Stephanie asked. She couldn’t think of any purpose of this strange arrangement—except for the light waves of arousal that went through her body caused by the tight rubber on her naked skin.
Janet opened up her own bed, got in and shut the frame: “That’s also for safety reasons. But that’s not everything. You just have to remain calm ... then everything will be just fine.”
“What do you mean?” Stephanie asked but she did not have to wait for an answer. Suddenly she heard a sound and then a picture appeared on the large flat screen: ‘Countdown to sleeping time: 1:59’. Stephanie asked herself what might happen after those two minutes. With great curiosity she just looked at the time. Then the two minutes were over ... and suddenly Stephanie heard a hissing sound. Additionally she felt an increasing tightness around her body. Obviously the air between mattress and blanket was sucked out. Stephanie tried to move but the pressure was so intense that the latex blanket fixed her body perfectly in place. Stephanie and Janet had been vacuum-packed. Stephanie felt the blanket being sucked between her legs, producing a nice and firm camel-toe, depicting her labia tightly covered with latex. Even her feet, her fingers, her breasts were tightly wrapped by that soft rubber material. The three holes – her only connection to the outside world – lay tightly on her face and the mouth hole pressed her lips forward. Stephanie tried to remain calm and to breathe through her mouth. She had no fear but rather felt pleasure being treated like that. After some moments the sound stopped and the lights went out. Stephanie breathed heavily being packed like some piece of meat.
“Are you OK?” Janet whispered.
“Yes ... I ... I think so. Good night,” Stephanie answered slowly with her slightly squeezed mouth.
“Good night, Stephanie. Please remain silent now. We will be guarded by motion sensors, too. It’s for your own safety,” Janet said from the other side of the room.
“Of course, our safety ...” Stephanie thought about her future as government property, her future in that facility and the following hours in that very intense and personal little prison she was sealed in ... and quickly fell asleep.
=3=
“What do you think?” the Admiral asked the scientist standing next to him.
“She’s good. Maybe she’s the perfect material. We have to observe her a couple of weeks and then the chief will decide what to do with her,” the man with the white coat answered.
Both of them looked at a large flat screen that now showed a relatively dark image. But the scientist stepped towards the screen and switched on the night vision filter. Now the image turned to bright green and one could exactly see Stephanie and Janet lying in their beds being sealed in by the vacuum. In fact, the vacuum was so tight that one could not easily tell the difference between a latex-dressed person just lying on a bed and a person being sealed in the bed by a thin rubber blanket.
“And the other one? How’s she doing?” the Admiral asked again.
“I think she’s doing a great job, too. The chief was right to choose both of them and put them together in one room. In my opinion everything will work out fine.”
“OK, but don’t disappoint me. I have invested millions into this programme. If you fail I’ll have to answer to the President. And in that case ... heads will roll. So I hope you’re right. For the sake of the both of us.”
“This programme is the chief’s life. Everything will work out as I told you. Just give us some weeks,” the scientist answered almost a little bored and he yawned. “It’s late. So ... see you tomorrow, Admiral.”
Stephanie did not get anything of the men’s conversation. She just lay there and had some very strange thoughts. She sensed a woman standing next to her bed, stretching out her left arm and touching Stephanie’s right breast. Then the woman slowly let her hand slide over Stephanie’s rubberised breasts, touched her erect and even underneath the blanket still visible nipples and went down over her belly between her legs. There the woman’s fingers gently massaged Stephanie’s rubber-clad crotch. Stephanie moaned and wanted to move, but couldn’t because of the vacuum. Because of the latex’s tightness every touch and every move of the woman’s fingers was enhanced and directly led via the rubber blanket to Stephanie’s sensitive parts. Stephanie felt more and more aroused. She stuck out her tongue and licked her now full lips. And that woman did not stop her efforts. With the one hand she continued to caress Stephanie’s clit and with the other one she massaged her belly and breasts. And Stephanie had to endure everything. But she loved being touched like that – unable to move or do anything against it. Then the woman bent over to Stephanie’s face and kissed her on her lips, putting her tongue deeply into Stephanie’s mouth. Stephanie kissed her back and enjoyed it so much that she moaned even louder. But then the woman stopped kissing her and said in a quiet and slow voice: “Do you like that?”
“Hmmm, yeah ... yes, I do... hmmm...” Stephanie moaned still being caressed at her clit.
“And do you want me to continue with that?”
“Yes, please ... please...”
“But first you have to promise me ... you have to swear that you will be a good girl and do whatever you are told in here... do you think you can do that?” the whispering woman asked.
“Yes ... I swear ... I will be a-hmmm ... I will be a good obedient girl ... but please go on ... please” Stephanie begged.
The woman kissed Stephanie again and caressed her even stronger. Stephanie gasped for air and tried to move in her horny prison. The woman put a finger on Stephanie’s lips and Stephanie opened up her mouth and let the finger into her mouth where she sucked it joyfully. Stephanie breathed quicker and quicker as the woman literally pushed her fingers and the latex blanket into Stephanie’s pussy. When Stephanie finally came her hip trembled as far as possible under the blanket and Stephanie stopped breathing for several moments until she inhaled deeply with a loud and joyful moan. When she had calmed down she opened her eyes, but the woman was gone. Stephanie wondered if this was just a dream and quickly fell at sleep exhaustedly.
The next morning at 5:30 a.m. the lights went on and a loud wake-up signal was given. Stephanie opened up her eyes and looked at the white ceiling. She tried to get up, but was quickly reminded of the fact that she was still vacuum-wrapped.
“Janet?” she shouted, “It won’t open up!”
“Just remain calm. The bed will open 5 minutes after the first wake-up signal.”
Stephanie sighed and waited. Then she thought about that strange dream and considered it as one of the most realistic dreams in her whole life. But then she heard air streaming into the vacuum bed. The latex blanket slowly detached from her skin. Finally the frame was unlocked so that Stephanie could open it and stand up. But when she wanted to sit up and turn over to the side of the bed, she realized a very present moisture in her crotch.
‘Wow, that was definitely THE most realistic dream in my whole life. Can’t believe what this place is like...’ Stephanie thought to herself and quickly jumped into the small bathroom so that Janet, whose vacuum bed was just opened by herself, could not see what had happened to her. When she came back from there, Janet looked at her with her friendly smile: “Good morning! How was your first night here?”
“Fine ... just fine,” Stephanie smiled back at her and blushed a bit.
When Janet returned from the bathroom, she went over to a lid in the wall next to the flat screen, opened it and produced two small plastic bags. She handed one over to Stephanie: “These are our clothes for this morning’s activities ... of course sports.”
Stephanie opened her bag and took black running trousers, running shoes and an orange long-sleeved top out of it. She put the clothes on. The trousers and the top were rather tight, but made of a non-shiny stretchy and breathable material. During the next hours Janet and Stephanie were joined by a group of other inmates and had to jog quite a distance. After that they had to take a shower and to put on orange cotton overalls. Then there were breakfast, classes, lunch. After lunch they had one hour of free time. When they entered their room, Stephanie sat on her bed. She was so exhausted – especially because of the jogging – that she had to lay down for a while. When Janet stood next to her and Stephanie looked at Janet’s perfect body for a while, she had to cry. Janet frowned and sat next to Stephanie.
“What’s the matter, my dear?”
“I ... I...” Stephanie sobbed, “I don’t know whether I can stand all this. I’m too old ... I ... can hardly keep up with you during sports. Oh Janet, I’m so afraid that I won’t pass the exams and physical tests so that I won’t get a good job ... and no surgery either.”
Janet hugged Stephanie and tried to calm her down: “No, Stephanie. You will succeed. I know that. You can subordinate and you can improve. I know you can do that! Trust me.... please.”
Stephanie looked at Janet with tears running down her cheeks. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am. Just consider this whole thing a game ... and play.”
“O...ok. I’ll try. ... Oh Janet... during the last few weeks no one cared about me like you do. I was dismissed, nobody wanted to give me a new job and even my best friend and flat-mate didn’t have any time for me. You’re the first one for weeks who shows any interest. Thank you so much, Janet,” Stephanie said and looked deeply into Janet’s eyes. Then nobody said anything. The two women just said there and looked at each other. Then their heads got closer and Stephanie gently kissed Janet on her lips. Janet stroke Stephanie’s back and kissed her back. Then she gently pushed Stephanie down on the mattress and continued kissing her. With one hand she grabbed the overall’s front zipper and slowly opened it. Stephanie’s breasts and erect nipples were now clearly visible. Janet let one hand slide into Stephanie’s overall and massaged her breasts still kissing her. Stephanie moaned quietly and held Janet’s cheeks in her hands. Stephanie slowly got self-confident again and thought that nothing would go wrong as long as Janet was there ... and that she would trust her and do whatever she advised her to do. Not only because Janet was – due to her longer stay – superior to her, but also because she trusted and liked Janet.
“Trust me,” Janet whispered, “obey to the rules, ... just play this little game and everything will be fine. Trust me, Stephanie, trust me...”
Stephanie sighed something like a “Yes, ... yes, I will...” and enjoyed being kissed and touched by her new friend. By someone she could absolutely trust.
The women were suddenly ripped out of their thoughts as a signal to return to their classes was given. The afternoon went by quickly and after supper Janet and Stephanie returned to their room. There they sat together for a while and talked about their lives before they were taken here. Finally the sleeping-time signal was given and Stephanie got into the vacuum bed and was sealed in. Again, she fell asleep very quickly.
=4=
In the room next door once again the scientist and the Admiral stood together and watched what went on in that room. Then the Admiral looked at the scientist and said: “Do you think it is time for the next step?”
“Yes, definitely. We now know that she is very susceptible to rules and commands. We just have to take care of her and she will be an excellent candidate for our project. And the chief has scheduled the next step for today. I think it will start in some seconds,” the scientist replied and turned a monitor towards him to take a look at data and diagrams.
About one or two minutes later a lid in Stephanie’s and Janet’s room’s ceiling opened and a device was lowered towards Stephanie. When it reached Stephanie’s head the Admiral could see that it was some kind of helmet that was then put over her head and face and covered them completely. It was sealed in place and then green lights inside of the helmet went on and flashed up in random order. At least it seemed like that, but the scientist explained that the helmet used visual and acoustical stimuli to condition the subject. In addition to that, Stephanie would receive erotic stimulation and experience 2 or 3 orgasms to increase the effect. She would be told that everything was fine here and that she did not have to worry, that she’d have to work harder, that she had to improve and to obey ... but as long as she did that, she would be given a great job and surgical enhancement later. These instructions were given to her over and over again. She would not remember anything the next morning and she’d feel relaxed and balanced.
“And you believe this will work?” the Admiral asked.
“Oh yes, it will. We have applied this procedure to many subjects before and we have achieved 95% success. Even her room-mate has undergone that procedure before. Just believe us ... this woman will be the perfect raw material for our new programme. But now let me do my work!” the scientist said impatiently.
The Admiral just nodded and left the room. The scientist compared some data on his monitor and watched Stephanie lying there, imprisoned by that latex cover and with that strange helmet on her head. He switched off the screen’s night vision filter and watched the bright green flashes that emerged from under the helmet into the darkness of the room.
The next morning Stephanie got up and felt great. Her anxieties seemed to have vanished. Again she realized a moisture between her legs, but couldn’t remember anything ... any dream. Anyway, she felt great, got up and dressed. When Janet was finished, too, Stephanie stood in front of her, smiled and kissed her: “Good morning, Janet. How are you? Let’s go!” Janet was rather puzzled, but kissed her back and both women left the room. But Stephanie’s motivation did not only last for that day. She improved rapidly during the following days and even weeks – of course aided by the conditioning process that was carried out every night. Stephanie followed every rule and order – even those given to her by Janet – and began to think less about their content. She just wanted to be a good student and she wanted a good job ... and those body improvements. She’d do everything for that.
When the two women returned from their afternoon lessons one day, they undressed to take a shower, but suddenly the door was opened and a woman entered the room. Janet instantly took an upright position in front of her bed, spread her legs slightly, put her hands behind her back and looked straight ahead. Stephanie wasn’t sure what to do, but she tried to stand like Janet did. The woman – a gorgeous woman in her early thirties – had a buxom figure, curly reddish brown hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a very tight white dress that rather looked like a sexy combination of a tight white doctor’s coat and a mini skirt. A stethoscope hung around her neck and fell loosely along her plunging neckline. The dress had hardly any sleeves and went down to about the middle of her thighs. Underneath the dress she only wore high-heeled white leather boots. Their shafts clasped the woman’s legs very tightly and were so long that their ends were not visible under that short dress; it seemed as if she wore tight rubber pants with integrated boots. In fact, the shafts ended right under her groins; and besides the dress and those boots she wore just a tiny latex g-string. The woman went through the room, took only a brief glance at Janet and stood directly in front of Stephanie. Stephanie looked at that beautiful woman and smiled.
“So ... you must be the new one. I already heard of you ... you’re doing a very good job around her. Stephanie, right!?” the woman asked and scrutinized Stephanie’s body with her piercing eyes.
“Yes,” said Jennifer and added hesitatingly: “Thank you.”
“My name is Jennifer Dorian. I am the chief medic. How do you feel?”
Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. “Oh ... I,” she stuttered and reminded herself of what Janet had told her about keeping fit and thus getting a good job, “I feel great. No problems at all.”
Jennifer frowned at her, lay her hands on Stephanie’s breasts, examined them by squeezing them gently. Then she let her finger run down her belly, over her belly button and between Stephanie’s labia. Jennifer moved her fingertip back and forth quickly, then drew back her hand, smiled with relish, looked at Stephanie’s ass and gave her ass cheeks a slap.
“OK, fine... Wait a second.” The young doctor left the room. Stephanie looked at Janet and whispered: “Have I done something wrong? Why is she leaving?”
Janet didn’t move and inch and just hissed back: “She’ll return. Just stand there. She smiled, so there’s nothing wrong. You must be very careful with her ... she’s the one that decides on your future assignment. Attention ... she’s coming back.”
Stephanie at once took her hands behind her back and spread her legs a bit more. Jennifer entered the room with something like a bar stool and a box. She stood between the two women and placed the stool in front of her. Now Stephanie realized what was so odd about that stool. It really looked like a bar stool made of metal. But on top of it there were two inflatable dildos and the stool’s legs had broad upholstered bondage cuffs made of metal, two on the front legs right under the seating and two on the rear legs about 2 feet from the ground.
“Ladies,” the doctor said with a smile, “the board and I are very satisfied with you. And so, here’s a little reward, something for you to play with.” Then she looked at Janet with her piercing eyes, lifted one eyebrow and said: “You! ... You will help Stephanie to try out that stool. I will watch until you’ve installed everything correctly and then I will leave you alone to have fun.”
Janet nodded obediently and went to the stool. She took a plastic bottle out of the box, squeezed some lubricant into her left hand and greased both of the dildos. Then she looked at Stephanie and ordered her to sit on that stool and to let the dildos slide into her openings. Stephanie wasn’t sure about that and hesitated for a while.
“She gave you an order, Stephanie!” the doctor – who had taken a seat on Janet’s bed – barked at Stephanie and added with a far more softer voice: “It’s very much fun ... you’ll see.”
Stephanie went to the stool, stopped in front of it, turned around, stepped onto the crossbars so that she stood with her rear opening and her vagina about one feet above the dildos. Slowly she bent her knees and lowered her body towards the phallic intruders. Janet directed Stephanie into the right place and even spread her labia a bit apart so that the front dildo could slide into Stephanie. When Stephanie sat on the stool properly, Janet took Stephanie’s legs by her ankles and lay them into the cuffs. Stephanie had to bent her legs quite a bit so that her lower legs nearly touched her thighs. And she had to pay attention not to fall from the stool as Janet closed the cuffs. When both legs had been locked in place, Janet took Stephanie’s arms by her wrists and inserted them into the cuffs right underneath the seating. Stephanie had to bent over a bit to the front ... she now almost sat on the stool like on a motorbike. After that, Janet took a control panel out of the box and attached some wires to the plugs in the stool. She put the panel on Stephanie’s bed and turned it on. Then she pressed a button and Stephanie felt the dildos inflate inside of her until they reached a more than sufficient size. Stephanie looked at Janet and Jennifer, but both of them only smiled back at her.
Then the doctor stood up and while she explained, Janet attached wired electrodes to Stephanie’s nipples: “You will now experience one of my latest inventions, a stool that was specially designed to give as much pleasure as possible to the woman sitting on it. You will receive multiple orgasms of an intensity you haven’t felt before. And when you’re finished ... maybe your roommate wants to take a ride, too. But before we start, there is one piece left.”
Janet went to the box and produced a helmet. She stood in front of Stephanie, kissed her on her mouth and smiled while she put the chrome helmet over Stephanie’s head. She locked it in place and attached a wire to it and the control panel. Stephanie did neither hear nor see anything inside. But when Janet pushed some buttons on the control panel, pictures appeared inside of the helmet and a strange sound could be heard. Slowly after that, the dildos inside of her began to vibrate, at first very moderately, but then stronger and stronger. Even after about a minute Stephanie gasped for air and uttered deep moans and squeaking sounds. She tried to move, but she couldn’t. Then the pictures and the sound changed. She saw facts about the government’s policy mixed with pictures of women kissing each other, then again propaganda pictures and then pictures of women in shiny latex suits being fucked or kissed by muscular men. When she almost reached her first orgasm, the dildos’ vibration was weakened a bit to keep her on that level right on the edge of an orgasm. Stephanie was totally confused and couldn’t think of anything. Suddenly she heard a voice, Jennifer’s voice, that whispered to her and told her that she had to be a good girl, that her new assignment was in reach, that she just had to be good government property, a slave that followed every order without thinking. Stephanie couldn’t take this anymore ... she screamed ‘Yes, yes, I will... oh God ... yes ... I will be ... I will obey ... yes ... Ahmmm... Oh yes ... I will... Hmmmm...’.
From the outside nothing of that was visible. Janet and Jennifer didn’t even hear anything, because the helmet sealed off everything. They only saw Stephanie rocking back and forth (as much as possible) on the stool, shaking her head frantically and sweating quite a bit.
Jennifer looked at Janet and smiled: “How are you, my dear?”
Janet hugged Jennifer and kissed her on her mouth: “Well, I’m happy to see you again. But ... please tell me, how long will I have to do this? I love doing this for you, but I can’t bear playing this to her any longer. I kissed her, we were intimate and I ... I mean ... look at her breasts ... and her wobbling ass. Please ... isn’t she ready now?”
“She’ll be in a couple of days,” Jennifer said, stroking Janet’s shoulder gently, “I want her to be convinced of what will happen to her and of what she will do afterwards. ...And you are my best girl! How you conditioned her that first night and your acting ... you make me very proud. And you will soon be with me again. I promise... Just give her one or two more days... And now let her come before she passes out.” The young and beautiful doctor kissed Janet on her forehead, smiled at her and left the room.
Janet nodded and turned the vibration levels up. Instantly Stephanie jerked her head back and her body shivered all over. It looked like she had been strapped to an electric chair and suddenly the current had been switched on.
The whole scene was again watched by the scientist and the Admiral. Both men looked at each other and smiled. Now the Admiral was satisfied that everything went on properly and that Stephanie seemed to be the right raw material for what they had in mind.
Then Jennifer entered the room. The scientist kept on entering data into his notebook. The Admiral looked at Jennifer and let his eyes rest for one or two seconds on her profound décolleté.
“You look as gorgeous as always, Jennifer,” he said to her, shaking her hand.
“Thanks, Admiral. But as always, I won’t go out to have dinner with you this evening, either!” Jennifer smiled back.
“I knew you’d say that. Anyway ... Do you think this Stephanie is ready for our project?”
Jennifer looked up some data in a file, made some notes, looked at the Admiral and then at the large flat screen depicting shuddering Stephanie sitting on that stool and wearing that chrome helmet. Jennifer smiled to herself and said quietly: “Soon, Admiral ... very soon!”
=5=
Two days after Stephanie was ordered to report to Jennifer in her office. Stephanie entered the office in the usual orange-coloured overall and stood in front of Jennifer’s desk.
“Hi, Stephanie!” Jennifer said, “How do you feel?”
“I feel very good. Thank you,” Stephanie answered without hesitation.
“Tell me, Stephanie,” Jennifer asked with a devilish grin, “what do you think you’re future assignment will be like?”
“I think it will be a job fits to the abilities I have acquired here. It will be a job where I can be useful to society and state. I feel confident in your decision. You will choose the right job for me,” Stephanie said in a slightly monotonous voice.
“And do you want to have plastic surgery if the job requires it?”
“Of course, I would like to have my body improved, but my wishes don’t matter. All that counts is that I can be as useful as possible,” Stephanie answered. She loved to have that surgery, but during the last days she had convinced herself of the fact that state and society were far more important than her personal ambitions. However, she would do everything to be good and be rewarded.
Jennifer stood up and walked over to Stephanie: “Very good. So you’ve learned your lesson well. OK, listen...” Jennifer sat on the edge of the tabletop, “We’re about to start a new programme. Well, there are many jobs that require young or at least young-looking personnel, but the inmates’ average age increases from day to day. So we want to industrialize the plastic surgery processes. The bad thing is: it’s very expensive and we had to build a new wing with new machines and production lines. The good thing is: everyone will receive a total body reconditioning. Follow me, I will show you.”
Jennifer left the room and Stephanie followed her in 3 feet’s distance. The went through the wing in which Jennifer had her office, to the basement and then into another wing. Finally they entered a large round hall with strange machinery on the wall, a fully tiled floor and metal tubes hanging down from the ceiling. In total there were about 50 tubes. Under each one there was a pair of metal grippers, a monitor, a small platform with sockets and a drain in the floor. Stephanie marvelled at this huge masterpiece of the society’s engineers.
“So ... this is the place where our new programme will take place. And you, my dear, can be the first one,” Jennifer smiled at Stephanie, “But let’s go upstairs.” Jennifer directed Stephanie to an elevator and both women took it upstairs. There they went into a room with two examination beds, small tables with a PC and medical equipment on top of them. Next to this examination area a conveyor belt was built into the floor. It ran directly towards a door with loosely hanging black plastic curtains.
Stephanie was told to sit on one of the examination beds. Jennifer started one of the computers, entered some things and then addressed Stephanie again: “So ... this is where the reconditioning starts. As I said before, you can be the first one. I can’t yet tell you which job you will be assigned to and you won’t get a second chance. So you have to decide now and without knowing further facts whether you want it or not ... as a sign of your trust and loyalty.”
Stephanie did not hesitate. With full confidence she said: “I trust in every decision the government or one of its representatives makes. Yes, I want to be the first one.”
“OK ... I didn’t expect a different answer,” Jennifer said self-satisfied. Then she ordered Stephanie to undress completely and gave her another medical check-up. She entered all the data into the processing programme and started it. Instantly the conveyor belt began to move. Stephanie was told to step on it... and she did it without thinking about what might wait for her behind those curtains.
“Good girl... So, we’ll see when the whole process is finished ... in a few weeks ... or should I say: 15 years ago?” Jennifer said smilingly.
But now Stephanie felt a lump in her throat as she moved towards and through the curtains into a dark room with only dim red light. Suddenly a gripper came down from above, grabbed Stephanie by her arms and lifted her up and to the right side away from the belt. There she hung and sighed ... but she felt confident that everything would work out fine. Then she was sprayed all over with an awkward smelling liquid. Two minutes after it was washed away with cold water and Stephanie felt that all of her hair was washed away. This seemed to have been the removal of her whole body hair as the first step.
‘Makes sense to me,’ she thought, ‘I have to be clean and hairless before the operation starts.’
But then she was swung back and put on the belt again. She was conveyed into the next room and again grippers took her and lifted her up and to the side. But now two smaller grippers grabbed her legs and pulled them apart as far as they could. Something was lifted up from the ground and approached Stephanie’s most private parts. It lasted only a few seconds: a smaller tube was inserted into Stephanie’s urethra and bladder, two bigger ones each into her bottom openings, then another one into her mouth and gullet. Finally two tubes were inserted into her arteries at her neck and electrodes were put onto her nipples. All of the tubes and wires were then collected and connected to a single plug-unit.
The grippers at her legs got off of them and Stephanie was put on the belt again. The belt moved on, but did not bring Stephanie – who gasped for air through her nose and with all those tubes and wires hanging in front of her – into another room. It finally reached its end and let Stephanie fall into a hole in the floor. Stephanie tried to scream but couldn’t because of the tube in her throat. So she slid down a long chute and finally fell into a dark-green and transparent latex sack. She tried to orientate, but could only see that she now was in that large round hall in one of those 50 spots. She realized that she must have come down through one of the large metal tubes and that they must have installed this sack right under it.
But that was everything she could think of, because suddenly the connection to the tube above her was sealed off and – obviously by use of a strong magnet – the plug-unit that hung in front of her was pulled up and attached to the top cover of the sack she lay in. The magnet was even so strong that even Stephanie was drawn into that direction by the tubes and wires and now lay on her back. She realized workers running around her little prison, attaching tubes and wires to it and to the sockets in the platform underneath her, switching on the monitor next to her and checking on the rubber sack again. Stephanie wondered how this could be a part of the body reconditioning, but only after a few seconds a warm green slime was filled into the sack she lay in. Stephanie touched it with her hands and tried to move but the slime was too slippery. The slime went higher and higher very quickly and finally covered her head. Stephanie held her breath and did not know what to do. But when she was about to panic she felt liquids running through the tubes into her arteries. She was desperate. She needed air. When the breathing reflex kicked in she panicked and tried to scream and expected to suck in that slime through her nose and to suffocate ... but suddenly everything went black around her.
=6=
Stephanie had some very strange dreams. She felt like being in her mother’s womb again. But she also felt some rather unpleasant pricks and itches. Then she dreamed that her whole body was on fire, that every single cell of her body burned like hell. She wanted to run away, wanted to wake up ... It was really strange: on the one hand she knew that she was still in that giant womb surrounded by that green slime, but on the other hand she felt like everything was just a dream or rather a molesting nightmare. But she also believed that everything would make sense, that it was for a greater good.
Stephanie had lost her sense of time long ago as she woke up all of a sudden. She opened up her eyes and realized that there was still this slime all around her. But then the plug unit above her was removed and fell into the slime. As if it had been filmed in slow-motion the plug unit sank through the slime. Stephanie didn’t know had happened, but suddenly the latex bag was cut open and she fell out of it and on the cold floor underneath her. Stephanie panicked. Suddenly there were people standing around her, but she was incapable to find out who it was because the thick slime was still all over her body and face. Somebody grabbed the tubes and wires protruding from her body, disconnected them and finally threw them away. Stephanie had to cough and choke as the tube was pulled out of her slime-filled throat. Then someone took a water hose and hosed her down. Stephanie fought to get on her knees as the cold water hit her and washed away the slime. When she was finally clean the water was turned off. Stephanie felt exhausted and – still being on her knees – leaned on her elbows. She tried to open her eyes again and to get clear sight. She looked at the tiled floor underneath her and saw drops of water dripping down from her black shoulder-long hair. ‘Hair? ... My hair ... but how?’ was her first real thought, ‚Must have been in there for weeks.’ Stephanie choked again and spit out a last little amount of slime. Then she tried to look up and saw white rubber boots in front of her. The rubber boots belonged to a medical assistant who stood in front of her offering a bathrobe.
“Stephanie?” he asked, “Are you all right? The reconditioning is finished. Please stand up and take this bathrobe.”
Stephanie got up slowly and had to lean with her hands on her knees. She felt rather stiff and didn’t know exactly what to do. But then she stood upright in front of that man and put on the soft white bathrobe. She snuggled up in it and dried her body: her thighs, hips, her flat body and her firm and round breasts...
“Wait a minute!” she screamed out loud and opened the bathrobe again. She looked down her body and saw perfectly shaped c-sized breasts. And underneath those round breasts with their erect nipples there was a flat belly with wonderfully soft skin. Stephanie couldn’t get enough of that. She jumped up and down just to see how the firm breasts moved. She laughed joyfully and had almost undressed the bathrobe again as the assistant grabbed her by her arm and pulled her in his direction.
“Please follow me ... The chief medic is already waiting for you,” he said.
“Jennifer? Oh yes ... I just want to thank her... wow! I feel great!” Stephanie screamed and touched her breasts again while following the young man. He led her to Jennifer’s private flat that was in another wing but within the building. Stephanie entered the large, bright and modern-furnished flat. Jennifer was waiting for her on a couch and stood up as Stephanie entered the room.
“Wow...” Jennifer said when she saw Stephanie, “I knew it would be successful, but this is ... I mean you are perfect!”
“Thank you for everything. I have already seen my new breasts. They’re great. But please ... do you have a large mirror? I want to see my whole body.”
“Yes, in my bedroom. Follow me,” Jennifer said and walked into her bedroom that was nearly as big as the living room, had a large bed, a couch, a table and many closets with mirrors. Stephanie jumped towards a mirror, threw away the bathrobe and looked into the mirror. She couldn’t believe her eyes, but she looked at her self at the age of 25 ... no, the new Stephanie looked even better. She wondered if her legs were one or two inches longer now and her ass even a bit more in shape. Her thick shiny black hair had grown back and was now so long that it just touched her shoulders. Even the tattoo on her arm had been gone. Her eyebrows were neatly shaped, but the rest of her body was completely hairless. Gently Stephanie let her right hand slide over her clean pussy.
Then Jennifer appeared next to her and touched Stephanie on her waist. She explained to her that everything had worked out fine and that they even managed to lengthen her legs just a little bit to make her proportions perfect. Stephanie just hugged Jennifer and thanked her for everything.
“You’re welcome. But remember: this was not only done just for you, but mainly for you new assignment. Anyway. We have to celebrate this. I’ll get some champagne,” Jennifer said and went to an intercom on the wall and ordered the champagne.
Only one minute later the door was opened and a young woman entered the room with a tray and two glasses of champagne. But the strange thing about her was that she wore a maid’s dress made of latex, knee high ballet boots and a black latex hood that just left her eyes and nostrils open. Stephanie looked at her in amazement, took her glass from the tray and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer smiled: “Yes, that is in fact one of the assignments one might be assigned to. But don’t worry. You wont be a slave. And now: cheers!”
The two women clinked glasses and sipped from the champagne.
“Hmm, that’s good,” Stephanie said, but then she sighed, “I wish Janet was here so that she could celebrate together with us.”
“Oh,” Jennifer said and put her glass on the table next to her, “That’s no problem at all. She’s already here.” Jennifer went over to the maid, stood behind her back and unzipped the hood. She removed it from the maid’s head and Stephanie looked into the smiling face of her room mate Janet. Stephanie jumped towards her and hugged her. “Janet! Look what Jennifer has done to my body. I feel great.”
Janet slightly smiled at her, but didn’t say a word. She just looked at Jennifer. Only as Jennifer nodded, Janet hugged Stephanie back and said: “Yes, I know. I knew it all the time... Well, I’m her personal slave and assistant and I had to make sure during your training that you were the right candidate for this new programme. Oh I’m so proud of you, Stephanie. You’re so lucky!”
Stephanie smiled and nodded. “Yes, I am! I’m the happiest person on earth right now.”
“OK, ladies!” Jennifer said, “We have to run a few tests on you, Stephanie to make sure that everything is OK with you. Please take a seat over there on the bed. Janet, please prepare everything as I told you this morning.”
“Yes, mistress!” Janet said and went to a closet. Stephanie walked over to the bed and sat on it. Jennifer followed her and took a pair of black leather boots out of another closet.
“Put these on!” she ordered Stephanie and Stephanie didn’t hesitate. She took the knee-high boots, unzipped them, stretched out her beautiful and young lower leg and let her foot slide into the boot. Then she closed the zipper again. With every inch she pulled it up the cold shaft tightly wrapped around her leg. Then she did the same with the other boot and then crossed her legs looking at Jennifer.
“They look great on you. Please stand up.”
Stephanie stood up instantly. The boots’ heels were rather high, but Stephanie got used to them at once. Slowly she touched her still naked ass that was now emphasized because of her different posture. She wondered what she had to put on next – but not how this would help Jennifer with her presumed medical tests. But to her amazement Jennifer ordered her to follow her back to the table. So Stephanie walked back over to the table and enjoyed how her hips now moved.
Janet was waiting for them at the table. She had put straps on the table and stood in front of it holding a 2-way strap-on dildo in her right hand. With her left hand she had pulled up her skirt so that one could clearly see her shaved pussy. Jennifer took the dildo out of Janet’s hand, inserted one end into Janet’s pussy and strapped the dildo on. Janet closed her eyes and sighed as the dildo forced its way into her. Then Jennifer turned over to Stephanie and ordered her to stand close to the narrower side of the table and to spread her legs so that her feet were right in front of the table’s feet. Stephanie just nodded and obeyed. As before her stay at this facility she liked being ordered by others and with her new body she thought this might be fun, too. She somehow still considered everything that happened here an awkward game. But now she had least gotten something out of it: a younger body. And as she would have done everything to get it, she now would do everything to show how thankful she was.
Jennifer took two straps from the table and fixed Stephanie’s ankles to the table’s legs. Then Stephanie had to bend over and put the upper part of her body on the tabletop. Jennifer took a rather long strap and fixed Stephanie to the tabletop. Because of that bondage and the high heels Stephanie’s private openings were now clearly visible and accessible from behind. And so it did not take long until Janet was ordered to stand behind Stephanie and penetrate her. Stephanie moaned deeply as the dildo passed her labia. Everything down there had somehow become tighter and sent out far more intense jolts of pleasure. And as Janet began to push and pull the dildo in and out of her, Stephanie got more and more aroused.
“Hmmm ... yeah ... this is ... soooo good. Uhmmm... so good” Stephanie moaned and stroke the sides of her breasts that were tightly pressed against the tabletop and gently massaged by the back and forth movement.
Jennifer didn’t just watch. She pulled up her tight doctor’s dress a bit and pulled down her tiny latex thong. Then she climbed on the table, spread her legs and put them next to Stephanie’s body and moved her crotch towards her face until Jennifer’s labia were about half an inch in front of it. Jennifer did not need to say a word: Stephanie was so aroused that she instinctively stuck out her tongue and reached for Jennifer’s pussy. Janet fucked her even faster and so Stephanie gladly licked Jennifer. Jennifer first stroke Stephanie’s head gently, but as she got more and more aroused she had to lean back on her hands and enjoyed her little arrangement. Stephanie couldn’t believe what was going on and couldn’t believe what she did. But an inner voice calmed her down and assured her that everything was part of her contribution to her way of showing her gratitude. Stephanie loved that thought and so she got more excited. This whole situation, her new sexy body, Janet fucking her from behind. She giving oral pleasure to that gorgeous young doctor ... that was finally too much and so she came screaming out loud. Her whole body shivered and she could hardly stand on those high heels. But she still tried to lick Jennifer’s clit until she came as well. Then Jennifer stood up, put on her thong and straightened her dress. She gave Janet permission to remove that strap-on and to make herself come on the bed. While Janet masturbated on the bed, Stephanie recovered from that intense orgasm and was finally freed from those straps.
Then she looked at Jennifer and asked her whether that had really been a test. Jennifer just smiled at her and said: “Yes, of course. And your emotional functions are working very good.”
=7=
Stephanie frowned: “My emotional functions? What ... what do you mean by that?”
Jennifer just smiled and looked over at Janet who had just reached the peak and sank back into the cushions gently stroking her erect nipples and enjoying that feeling of satisfaction.
“Janet, would you please join us and prepare everything to inform Stephanie properly?”
Janet looked at the two women, stretched herself, cleared her throat, got up and walked across the room. She took a notebook out of one of the closets, switched it on and took a seat at the table. Jennifer got a small case and a piece of cloth from another closet and also went over to the table. Stephanie felt disregarded and so she asked again: “Please, Jennifer. Tell me what you meant by saying something about my ... emotional functions.”
Jennifer turned around and moved back to Stephanie. She held something in her hand, but Stephanie couldn’t tell what it was.
“Of course, I will. Please stretch out your left arm and hold it there,” Jennifer ordered. Stephanie took her left arm and held it towards Jennifer. Jennifer took Stephanie’s arm with her left hand by her wrist and held a scalpel in her right hand. Stephanie swallow.
“What’s that for? You won’t cut open my arm, will you?” Stephanie asked with fear in her voice and tried to draw back her arm, but something inside her told her arm to obey and to remain in place. Stephanie was desperate. How was that possible? She tried to move her arm, but it didn’t.
“What’s going on here?!” she screamed. But it was useless.
“Could you please lower your voice?” Jennifer asked and instantly Stephanie spoke quietly. ‘What is going on here?’ she thought, ‘They must have somehow hypnotised me to obey to everything she says. Oh boy, please no ... no’.
Jennifer put the scalpel on Stephanie’s arm and made an incision of about 2 inches. To her amazement, Stephanie didn’t feel any pain, but she screamed again at Jennifer to stop it as some drops of blood showed up. But Jennifer remained calm and wiped off the drops with that piece of cloth. Then she pulled Stephanie’s skin apart and opened the incision. Stephanie – who still didn’t feel any pain – was afraid to look, but as she finally took a look she didn’t see the expected colours, but a rather grey-and-silver like colour. Stephanie opened her eyes wide.
“What ... what is that? What happened to me?” she asked Jennifer shocked.
“That’s a newly developed tissue. It is stronger, lighter and tougher than human muscles and it can be controlled more precisely. And look here...” Jennifer said and pressed the tissue apart so that Stephanie could see right to her bones which seemed to be like chrome, “This is your elbow. It has completely been covered with this tough and even bullet-proof alloy.” Then Jennifer took her fingers out of Stephanie’s arm and put a plaster over the incision. To Stephanie’s surprise there wasn’t any further blood coming out of that rather big incision. She looked at Jennifer and swallowed.
“OK, I try to remain calm,” she said breathing deeply, “but please tell me what you have done to me. Please.”
“Well, you literally had a complete body reconditioning,” Jennifer explained, “You stayed 6 weeks in that latex amniotic sack. We used nano-technology to recondition your body. That means that millions of tiny little robots have been put into your bloodstream. They use the electricity in your body to exist and can be programmed to do whatever they’re supposed to do. These bots took care of every single cell in your body. Your bones have been covered, your muscles have been replaced by that tissue, your nerves have been transformed to high-speed data connections and your internal organs have been replaced by accumulators, processors and interfaces. All the material that was needed by the bots was gained from your human tissue or delivered through your arteries.”
Stephanie didn’t want to believe what Jennifer just said. She put her hands over her eyes and sat down sighing deeply: “So ... what ... what am I now?”
“You’re a cyborg. You’re a highly developed AI in a metal endoskeleton under human tissue. From the outside nobody will notice any difference, even when you get hurt. You will bleed ... you can drink, eat, breathe ... even have sex,” Jennifer smiled, “but you don’t have to. Just hold your breath for a minute and you will notice that you won’t need to breathe on.”
Stephanie frowned, but hold her breath and listened to what Jennifer further explained. She couldn’t believe all that. She felt just like before, well at least like a 25-year old human. She had experienced this intense orgasm, that joy, that fear ... there wasn’t really any difference. Jennifer explained to her that she had to be charged every 72 hours for 4 hours and that she’d still had to get her programming, but Stephanie didn’t really listen. She just thought about what she had become ... what had been made of her. Slowly a feeling of panic spread inside of her. She feared not to be herself anymore, to be not just controlled, but possessed and abused by others. That they would also take her personality away from her and just use her new body as a mindless slave. That was too much. Everything turned inside of her, she like her new body, but she did not want to be made ... a machine. She felt like throwing up, but couldn’t as she had no real stomach any more. As Jennifer asked her “And? Are you still holding your breath?” she realized that she hadn’t breathed for several minutes now. Stephanie cried ... and panicked. She jumped up and put her hands on her ears not to hear any of Jennifer’s commands. She just wanted to run away and screamed so that she would not be stopped by an order. She jumped towards the door and kicked it open. She ran out of the bedroom and through the huge flat.
Jennifer just looked at Janet calmly: “Have you already linked to her CPU?”
“Yes, of course, mistress,” Janet nodded.
“Then take her down!”
Stephanie had almost reached the front door.
“Emergency shutdown?” Janet asked?
“No, use the KOOP!” Jennifer ordered and went through the door.
Stephanie tried to open the front door without removing her hands from her ears. She tried to press the handle down with her elbow, but all of a sudden she felt a strange warmth in her crotch. The warmth quickly changed to arousal. She breathed quicker and felt her pussy moisten more and more. She felt like masturbating although she still had her hands on her ears and got more and more aroused and moaned loudly. It somehow felt like agonizing fever, even like fire, but it definitely felt extremely good. Her arousal levels rose rapidly and finally she couldn’t help but touch herself. She went down on her knees and stroke her pussy, fondled her breasts, licked her lips greedily. When she saw Jennifer coming around the corner she looked at her in despair and asked:
“What ... hmmm.... what are you-hmmm .... doing to me-eeeee?”
Then she fell on her side and lay on the floor with her eyes open wide, saliva dripping out of her mouth on the floor. She licked her lips and squeezed her tits wildly. She couldn’t really move an inch and only jerked her hips back and forth. She was helplessly exposed to that strange automatic orgasm that had been switched on inside her. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and lost consciousness. It was like a fuse that stopped her from exploding.
=8=
When Stephanie woke up she found herself on a seat that looked like a dentist’s chair. She was strapped to it at her wrists, ankles and – apparently – head. She was only able to look straight on and just saw her body on the stool. The boots had been removed and she had been dressed with a black latex catsuit that only let her eyes, nipples and vagina open. And there was something more: a wire protruded from each of her nipples and a tube came out of her vagina. The tube and those wires were connected to a machine with flashing lights and a monitor. Suddenly she heard the door being opened. Jennifer entered and sat right next to her.
“Hello, Stephanie. Don’t speak, let me just explain to you what happened to you at my flat’s door. There was this intense heat in your crotch. Well, you wanted to run away, because you were scared after I had told you that you now have this cyborg body. We stopped you by activating the knock-out orgasm programme, an intense orgasm that made you incapable of moving and eventually knocked you out. But we have taken care of your fear and have altered your emotional profile a bit so that you put up with this situation and even feel proud of being given this body with its various abilities. But don’t be scared again. We fixed nothing else, because we want to keep as much of your original personality. Only then you will be an effective machine as well as an instinctively acting AI. I hope you’ll understand.”
Stephanie listened to Jennifer’s words and thought about everything for a while. She now had this body ... and nothing could be done do reverse the reconditioning ... and it looked great and she loved it. This was her new self and she would live a new life in her new job. Everything would turn out well, everything would be just fine. Stephanie was quite sure about that ... well, at least she thought so.
“O ... OK. I understand and I promise not to run away again,” she mumbled inside of the hood that had no mouth opening.
“I’m sure of that. So let me explain to you what is going here right now. Your internal batteries are recharged, your internal tank is emptied and your operating system is checked and updated. In about two minutes you’ll be ready so that I can show you just some of your new abilities and how to use them. First: your vision.”
Jennifer entered something into a notebook and suddenly bright green signs and letters appeared in Stephanie’s field of vision. Jennifer explained: “Important data and information will be displayed there. You can switch them off and on anytime you want by just thinking that way, but emergency information will always be displayed, like low battery status or the execution of KOOP. By thinking certain commands you can also access video files or photographs stored on your internal memory. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it instinctively. And...”
Jennifer leaned over towards Stephanie and grabbed something right next to her head. Suddenly her field of vision moved and turned around the room, over the table, at the ceiling and then back down to ... to herself. Stephanie saw herself lying there, strapped to that stool with the tube and wires protruding from her and wearing that black latex suit ... that had no head openings at all.
‘How is that possible?’ Stephanie asked herself.
“Surprised? Well, you can even link to wireless cameras like this one I’m holding right here in my hand or properly installed cameras. Just think ‘Access video surveillance, reconditioning hall, camera 2’.”
Stephanie thought exactly what Jennifer just said and suddenly a small window appeared. It displayed the hall where her reconditioning had taken place. She saw those 50 tubes and platforms. Her spot – # 1 – was of course empty, but next to it she could see four green rubber amniotic sacks with wired and tubed bodies in them. Instinctively she now thought ‘close window’ and the window disappeared.
Then there was a beep coming from the machine she was connected to. Jennifer slowly pulled the wires out of Stephanie’s nipples. Then she grabbed the tube protruding from Stephanie’s vagina firmly, turned it counter-clockwise for 90 degrees and then pulled it out of her. Instantly the words “data connection removed” and “supply tube removed – tanks empty, batteries at 100%” appeared right in Stephanie’s filed of vision for 3 to 4 seconds. Then Stephanie looked at herself still lying on that stool in that black latex suit with only her nipples and labia visible. Suddenly she remembered that she didn’t breathe at all and that she didn’t have to. Impressed by her new abilities she smiled underneath the skin-tight latex.
“Now I show you something else,” Jennifer said. She put the camera on a shelf so that Stephanie could see the whole room. Then she entered something in her notebook and pushed enter.
“Body control switched to remote control” appeared right before Stephanie’s ‘eyes’ and she wondered what was meant by that. Then Jennifer removed all the straps, but Stephanie didn’t move. Even as she tried to, nothing happened. Jennifer took a small round device from the table, put it around her fingers so that a tiny ball could be moved by Jennifer’s thumb. Jennifer double-clicked on the ball and instantly Stephanie stood up. Totally overwhelmed Stephanie did nothing against it. She even liked it ... liked being controlled, now even bodily controlled. Then Jennifer moved the ball and Stephanie’s body moved in the same direction as the ball was moved in. Slowly her body sat one foot in front of the other and walked out of the room. Stephanie saw herself leaving the room but could not see where she was actually moving. But Jennifer took care of that and directed Stephanie’s body. When her body stopped, Stephanie still only saw the image of the room she lay in two minutes ago. Then she had an idea and thought ‘locate unit 2031-02-23-00815’. A window appeared and displayed a map of the earth. In Europe a small red dot flashed and coordinates were shown in one of the windows corners. Then the image was automatically zoomed in until it reached a ground plan of the facility she was in. The dot now flashed in a room that was marked as ‘chief medic’s quarters’. Stephanie thought ‘access video surveillance, chief medic’s quarters, all cameras’. Six windows appeared next to each other and showed the entry hall, living room, kitchen, bathroom, maid’s room. All of them were empty. But in the sixth window – the sleeping room – she could see herself standing in the middle of the room, Janet standing next to her ... and Jennifer right in front of the camera smiling right into it.
“Clever girl! See, you got used to it very quickly. Good girl! And now let me show you how your abilities can even be used ... for fun.” Jennifer moved back from the camera, unbuttoned her white dress and took it off as well as her thong. She now stood naked – except for her skin-tight and nearly crotch-high boots – next to Stephanie. She kissed two of her own fingers and put them on the latex that covered Stephanie’s mouth. Then she went over to the bed and lay on it. She looked towards Janet and ordered: “Insert the device, Janet.”
Janet went over to the table and took a black rubber dildo that was about 2 feet long and had a metal ring on one end while the other one was anatomically shaped like a man’s penis. Janet knelt in front of Stephanie, held the end with the metal ring right in front of her labia and slowly pushed it into her. Stephanie sighed as it forced its way into her. When about two thirds of it had entered Stephanie’s crotch, Janet grabbed it firmly and turned it clockwise. “Stimulating device connected” appeared in Stephanie’s field of vision. Then Janet stepped back. She now had that remote control in her hand and pushed the ball for 2 seconds. “Body control switched back to normal mode” appeared. Stephanie stretched her fingers and touched her belly and then ... her penis.
“Yes, touch it, my dear. Right on the bell-end,” Jennifer ordered her. Curiously Stephanie did it and – to her surprise – even felt the touch. She jerked up and stepped back two feet. Then she stroke it again and felt a jolt of pleasure streaming through her body. She shook her head and couldn’t believe this.
“Come here, Steph, please!” Jennifer ordered and Stephanie walked across the room (only slowly because she still only could watch the whole scene via the surveillance camera) and stood in front of the bed. Jennifer leaned on her elbows, spread her legs apart and gently stroke her nipples.
“Come here and pleasure me,” she whispered and Stephanie knelt on the bed. She wished being able to take a closer look at the gorgeous woman in front of her. Then she bent over her and leaned on her hands right next to Jennifer’s arms. She lowered her pelvis and felt her dildo touching Jennifer’s neatly shaved crotch. She moved a bit to the side to direct the dildo right between Jennifer’s labia and then pushed it into her. Stephanie got very excited and felt intense pleasure streaming from the dildo through her whole body. Jennifer moaned and lay on her back. She touched her cheeks and licked one or two of her fingers. She rolled her eyes as Stephanie pushed more deeply into her, moaned louder and pinched Stephanie’s exposed nipples. Stephanie moaned inside her latex hood and finally thrust her dildo forward until it had fully entered Jennifer.
“Load ... load g-spot ... navigation...” Jennifer whispered.
‘Load g-spot navigation?’ Stephanie thought, ‚What does she mean?’
But suddenly a 3D map appeared and showed the inside of Jennifer’s body. She must somehow have created this map and stored it in Stephanie’s memory. She could even see where the dildo was (because the activated programme inside her computed the exact position within splits of a second) and some dots flashed to indicate very sensitive areas and spots. Stephanie tried move back and forth to pleasure Jennifer and tried to hit these spots with her dildo. Somehow this seemed to her like a computer game ... and she played it. With every hit Jennifer’s arousal was pushed far beyond anything she had experienced before during sex with either men or women. This was electronically controlled sex, 100 per cent effective intercourse. Thus it took only less than a minute until Jennifer came the first time. She turned her head rapidly from side to side and buried it into the cushion. Her legs shuddered, her pelvis jerked frantically and her hands firmly grabbed Stephanie’s latex-clad breasts and shoulders. Jennifer screamed out loud and gasped for air. But Stephanie didn’t stop. She tried to hit as many sensitive spots as she could ... and enjoyed it as well. (What she didn’t know was that the dildo sent out only as much pleasure information as was necessary to encourage Stephanie, but not let her come.)
Jennifer received multiple orgasms until she couldn’t take it any longer and ordered Stephanie to stop and come. So the dildo switched to orgasm-mode and as Stephanie performed her last thrust she reached the peak and came burying her latex-clad face between Jennifer’s round breasts. Then she pulled the dildo out of Jennifer and rolled over next to her. Both women now lay on the bed next to each other with their hips slowly rocking in pleasure. While Jennifer gasped for air and then slowly calmed down, Stephanie just stroke her erect nipples and her belly. Stephanie had an bird’s-eye view of that strange scene, but then Jennifer unzipped Stephanie’s hood and removed it. Stephanie switched back to her eyes and looked directly into Jennifer’s face.
“Thank you!” Jennifer said and kissed Stephanie on her lips. Then she looked down at the still erect rubber dildo, grabbed it firmly, turned it counter-clockwise and pulled it out of Stephanie: “We don’t need that now.” Then she got up and went to the bathroom.