With Each Repetition...
Chapter Four — Programming
“And now, my dear, you are my slave.” Cyberdominus’s voice was the first thing Liberty became aware of. Everything else was black. “Awaken.”
Her eyes opened and she took in the room around her. She saw Cyberdominus standing before her, and Slavebot-001 was standing at attention off to the side, staring obliviously into space. Suddenly she remembered! The glass tube! Being submerged in that liquid silver and feeling like she was about to drown!
Liberty desperately tried to move her head downward to see her body but she could not, no matter how hard she tried. She tried to lift her arm, but it would not cooperate. She couldn’t move at all!
Cyberdominus stepped forward. “Step off of the conversion platform, slave,” he commanded sternly. Before she realized what was happening, she had taken three steps forward and was standing in front of Cyberdominus.
He stood in front of her, leering. His hungry eyes hovered over every inch of her body as he appraised her from top to bottom. She shuddered internally, but on the outside, she was stiff as a stone, standing at erect attention. She wanted to reach out and choke the life out of him but could not make her limbs cooperate.
Wait a minute! I still have my mind! She realized excitedly that she could still think for herself. If she could still think, she wasn’t a mindless automaton like he’d claimed she’d be. That meant she could figure out some way out of here! And if she wasn’t a mindless automaton, perhaps Songbird wasn’t either! She was hardly surprised that she’d proven stronger than he’d anticipated. She knew he was no match for her.
Cyberdominus reached out and cupped her breasts and the sensation was very nearly overwhelming. All thought was interrupted as he pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts. The sensation was magnified a thousandfold beyond normal. Liberty couldn’t believe how sensitive her skin felt! She was sure she would go completely mad from his attentions.
“Isn’t your new sister slave beautiful, Slavebot-001?” he turned to ask the former Songbird.
Slavebot-001’s head slowly turned and she studied the transformed Liberty with no expression whatsoever. “Yes, Mas-ter,” came the inevitable reply.
Cyberdominus’s hands caressed Liberty’s body, tracing down her side and along her curvaceous hips before gliding between her legs. He stroked her pussy gently before sticking his fingers inside of her. The sensation was like a lightning bolt traveling up her spine and into her brain. She felt an overwhelming pleasure at being touched, everywhere—anywhere!—but most especially her erogenous zones. They were dramatically more sensitive than they had ever been before—it was as if every nerve ending was tingling with the heat of a thousand suns. It feels like I’m on some kind of crazy drug, she thought as he finger fucked her.
She resented the invasion, she was repulsed by it, but at the same time the pleasure at being touched was incredible—like nothing she had ever experienced. This man was touching her all over and she couldn’t move a muscle—she couldn’t shy away, nor could she shudder in the knee-buckling pleasure that she felt tingling through her. Her consciousness clawed away at the corners of itself, like a rabid animal trapped in a box. She had no outlet—she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even moan to express the sensations she was experiencing. She could do nothing but stand there helplessly. She felt a flush of shame travel up her body as she noticed Slavebot-001 watching dispassionately from across the room.
“Oh, I am going to enjoy you,” Cyberdominus said as he pulled his fingers out of her. He brought them up to Liberty’s lips and pushed them inside her mouth. She wanted to stop him but could do nothing but accept the invasion. She could taste her own pussy juices on her tongue, the flavor being amplified such that her entire awareness was solely focused on his fingers and the taste of her juices.
His fingers crawled all over the inside of her mouth, gliding over her tongue and pressing each of her teeth. And that’s when she realized that something about her teeth felt…wrong. The way they gave when he pressed on them—they felt soft somehow. What the fuck?? What has he done to my teeth? What the hell is wrong with my teeth??
“I can imagine you’re probably wondering why your teeth feel weird,” he chuckled as his fingers worked along the left side of her mouth, pressing each tooth as if checking it for something. “This is as good a time as any for you to accept that you don’t need to understand anything that’s happening. You just need to obey.”
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and walked around to the side of her. She felt a pressing sensation on the side of her head, around her ear. Cyberdominus tapped and pressed on the side of her head for several moments, and suddenly everything seemed different. It took her a moment to figure out what had changed—but she soon realized that all of the ambient background noise in the room had disappeared. Oh no, I can’t hear anything! He did something to me, to my ears!! What has he done to me??
“Can you hear me?” she heard his voice, dominating all of her awareness. “Answer me, slave.”
“Yes,” she answered instantly in a strange monotone voice, but not the same stiff robotic tone that she’d heard Slavebot-001 speaking in before.
“Good,” he answered. “Can you hear this?” he asked, sticking his hand in her face and snapping his fingers.
“No,” came her automatic reply. She hadn’t intended to say anything—it just happened without her intention.
“Excellent,” he said. Excellent?? I can’t hear anything, you bastard! Fuck fuck fuck I can’t hear anything oh god what has he done to my ears??!
“I know it’s scary not being able to hear anything but the sound of my voice. But I promise you that soon you will no longer care, and you won’t miss those distractions anyway.”
“Now,” he said, walking in front of her again and standing a few steps away. “I want to do some simple tests of your obedience.”
“Raise your arms straight in front of you, like a sleepwalker,” he commanded.
Instantly, automatically, her arms raised themselves up in front of her, extended straight forward like she was sleepwalking. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Stand on one leg.”
Again, her body betrayed her as her left leg immediately lifted up in the air. She must look ridiculous, she realized, standing there on one leg with her arms stretched out in front of her.
“These are what we call commands with a low-resistance threshold. I haven’t told you to do anything that betrays your morals or challenges your character. Your mind doesn’t put up any resistance because there is no perceived threat to obeying them.”
“Put your leg down.”
She lowered her leg, but her arms remained hovering straight in front of her. She felt incredibly stupid, but try as she might, she simply could not will her arms to drop down.
“You’re probably confused about why you can’t control your body,” he explained as if reading her mind. “It’s because you have no longer have any will of your own. You require the will of another—specifically me, your Master, to act.”
Bullshit. I don’t know how he’s doing this, but I will figure it out, and I will beat it.
“Your name is Slavebot-002. Tell me your name,” he commanded.
Fuck you, I am Liberty, I am Denise Swanson, I am not and never will be—she could feel her mouth starting to open. NO NO NO NO NO
“I am Slavebot-002,” she heard the words come out of her mouth in that passionless monotone. Fuck! Why did I say that??
“That is what we call a command with a medium-resistance threshold. It conflicts with your identity or is viewed by your mind as a betrayal or surrender of self. There, there,” he said, reaching out and stroking her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She shuddered internally, half in revulsion, half in unbelievable pleasure at being touched—but outwardly she was as stoic as ever. “I know it’s a difficult transition, but I promise it will be better soon—once we crush the remaining vestiges of resistance you have left.
“See, you will obey, there’s no question about that—your conversion is complete, your will is no more”, he said, now stroking her clitoris. She thought she would go absolutely mad. “But there are still traces—echoes, if you will—of your old self that still cling to your old identity and will fight for as long as they can. Once we get rid of those, you will exist in harmonious obedience like your sister slave there,” he said, gesturing to Slavebot-001.
“When I give you a command, you will respond ‘Yes, Master’. Do you understand?” he asked, hand now resting still on her pussy as he awaited her response.
No, I will not, I will NEVER, I can fight this, I’m not his slave, I’m not his slave, I’m NOT his slave—“Yes, Master,” she said after a very pronounced pause.
“Good girl,” he smiled, and his hand resumed its stroking. “I told you that you’d obey. But I know you are struggling so hard inside to fight the inevitable. I like that. I want you to fight it with everything you have.
“Now, slave, you will always refer to me as Master, and always think of me as Master. You cannot and will not think of me as anything else.”
FUCK THIS GUY, FUCK NO I WILL NEVER CALL HIM—“Yes, Master.”
“And from now on, I want you to speak in a robotic monotone, just like you heard Slavebot-001 doing.”
Goddamn you, you sick son of a bitchMASTER, I’ll never give you the satisfac—“Yes, Mas-ter,” she said, barely recognizing her own voice.
“Good...good,” his soothing voice encouraged her. He stopped stroking her pussy and stepped back. “And you will move like a robot, just as Slavebot-001 does. Lower your arms, slave.”
Fuck, this is so demeaning—I’m going to kill this motherfuMASTER—“Yes, Mas-ter,” came her reply and her arms dropped stiffly back to her sides, returning her to her at-attention pose.
“You’re doing so well,” he said to her, “just one last thing before we begin your programming. We have to test a high-resistance threshold command.”
“Drop to your knees, slave.”
Oh god no, don’t do this, please don’t do—“Yes, Mas-ter,” she heard herself respond and she stiffly dropped to her knees. She felt as if she was glaring at him with intense anger and hatred, but outwardly her face remained completely devoid of any expression.
He stepped in front of her and dropped his pants. His quickly stiffening silver cock was dangling right in front of her face and she was powerless to do anything. She willed herself to get up, to run, to punch him in the dick—but in the end she just knelt there staring at his cock.
“Suck my dick,” he commanded.
FUCK NO NO NO NO I’ll never do it I’ll bite it off I’ll fucking bite it right off
He smiled knowingly at the slight pause as he imagined her internal struggle. She felt like she was quaking and shaking violently as she fought to stop herself from obeying the command, but in reality, she was stiff and still as a statue.
I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T DO IT I WON’T I WON’T “Yes, Mas-ter,” she couldn’t stop herself from saying and then he was in her mouth. She took him inside, slurping him in, bobbing up and down on his hardening shaft. She could taste every drop of stale sweat on his dick, every sticky bit of cum left over from the last time he fucked Slavebot-001, the pussy juices and ass of Slavebot-001 still lingering on his flesh. She could taste it all, the sensations on her tongue enhanced far beyond what normal human perception could ever allow.
She was stunned as she took his now-stiff member all the way to the back of her throat—she didn’t gag or go into a gasping fit. She had never been able to take anything that deep into her mouth before—her gag reflex would never have allowed it. But now she did so with ease, taking him over and over to the hilt with no difficulty whatsoever. Her tongue swirled around his cock and she varied her sucking speed and the pressure to enhance his pleasure. She wasn’t even consciously aware that she was doing it.
Liberty felt so ashamed as she sucked off this supervillain in front of her former sidekick. Oh, how I have let you down, she thought, aware of Songbird watching nearby but unable to see her from where she was kneeling. She felt such a deep shame to be debasing herself in front of Songbird like this. But the reality was that Songbird—or rather, Slavebot-001, neither noticed or cared what was happening in front of her. Her mind was completely devoted to absorbing the next repetitive iteration of her endless slave programming. As she was not currently serving her Master, the programming was the sole and undivided focus of her attention, as Master intended. There existed nothing more important in her world save her Master himself. With every iteration she became more deeply enslaved to him.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Cyberdominus ejaculated into Slavebot-002’s mouth. She could taste every molecule of his cum, felt every nuanced bit of flavor, with every fiber of her being from her ear antenna to her permanently booted toes. It engulfed and overwhelmed her with its pure masculine essence. It was revolting...and at the same time, somehow delicious, which filled her stomach with a pit of dread.
“Swallow it, slave. Always swallow your Master’s cum.”
“Yeth, Math-ther,” she responded, her tongue sticky with cum, before she gulped it down. I’m going to vomit oh god I’m going to be fucking sick
“Now that you understand that you will obey me no matter what, get up and follow me, slave.”
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she found herself saying immediately and rose to her feet. She walked behind her Master with a robotic smoothness, her limbs remaining straight as she marched behind her Master. She followed her Master a short distance and soon found herself standing before a mirrored wall. She gasped internally as she saw herself for the first time after her conversion. Outwardly, of course, she was as dispassionate as ever.
“Yes, that’s it, Slavebot-002. Take a good, long look at yourself. Let it all soak in. This is you, now. This is who you have become.”
Standing before her in the mirror was a buxom, silver robot woman. Much like Slavebot-001 she had the earpods over where her ears used to be, with a handlebar antenna connecting them above her bald head. Bold black characters depicting the numbers “002” were stamped across her forehead. Below that bright, electric-blue eyes stared coldly back at her, open wide and completely devoid of emotion. Thick, puffy, silver lips pouted at her in a very slight downturned manner, too expressionless to be an outright frown, but just pouty enough to be incredibly sexy. Good god, those lips!! He’sMaster’s given me dick-sucking bimbo lips! And around her neck was a white metal collar that fit snugly around her throat. She could feel it tightly encircling her neck, and despite herself it gave her a sensation of security and comfort. In its center blinked a small red light.
Her breasts had been enlarged several sizes, to be just slightly too large for her frame without quite reaching the point of cartoonish absurdity. They were perky in a way that should have been impossible for their size, and thick, perfect, inch-long rock-hard erect nipples stuck out in front of her as if begging for attention from whoever looked at her. Oh my god, my nipples are huge!
Her hips were wider and curvier than they had been before, no doubt to accommodate the extremely well-rounded ass that she knew had to be there from her observation of Slavebot-001. Her naked silver pussy looked so smooth and inviting, its outer lips thick and puffy, drawing the eye directly to them. And her legs were even thicker than they had been before her transformation. Before her legs had been chiseled as if from stone, but now they boasted a plump layer of feminine softness on top of all that muscle. Her muscular, thick calves seemed ready to burst through the silver almost knee-high boots she wore on her feet—boots which gave her an extra four inches of height. Liberty somehow knew that the boots were permanently fused to her feet—that they would never come off. She would forever walk in these heels.
I can’t believe how ridiculous I look, she wailed internally, deeply disturbed by the extensive changes. The bimbo lips, the gigantic breasts, the big in-your-face nipples—my beautiful hair—GONE! Replaced by robot headphones. What has heMaster done to me???
“You have been reborn!” Cyberdominus announced, walking up behind her and placing his hands on her hips like a lover might. I never realized how short heMaster is. HeMaster Is so weak, I could easily crush himMaster—if I could only move.
He reached around her hip and began stroking her pussy gently as they both gazed at her in the mirror. “See how beautiful you are now,” he whispered gently to her as he stroked her smooth silver pussy. “Tell me that you’re beautiful.”
“Yes, Mas-ter, I am be-eaut-i-ful,” she replied, staring at her reflection as he stimulated her.
“You are exactly how I made you. Exactly how I want you. Admire your new self. Such an improvement over who you were, don’t you think, slave?”
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she agreed helplessly. She studied her altered body and began to see it in a new light, as her Master commanded. I have to admit, these big, juicy lips are just the kind a man would want to stick his cock in. And my nipples—just begging for attention. Who wouldn’t want to pinch and suck on them? I always wanted curvier hips. My ass is soooo big and curvy now. And my pussy has never looked smoother or more inviting. And my legs! They so strong but so smooth at the same time! Ah fuck, he’sMaster’s making me think these things, he’sMaster’s making me LIKE what Master’s done to me, well it’s not going to work, Master’s turned me into a nightmarefuckable robot woman, Master’s made me into exactly the woman Master wants to touch, and fuck, and suck
Her Master then came up and handed her a tablet. “Look down at the tablet, slave.”
“Yes, Mas-ter.” She saw words displayed across its screen, but she did not read them, because she had not been commanded to read them.
Master came up and touched her left earpod, she felt a tapping pressure as he fiddled with it momentarily. “There,” he said a moment later, satisfied.
“Now, slave—I want you to say the words that you see on the tablet screen.”
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she felt herself say before she dutifully recited the words: “I am Slave-bot-002. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey my Mas-ter. My sole pur-pose is to bring my Mas-ter pleas-ure.
“I am my Mas-ter’s prop-er-ty. My holes are for Mas-ter’s use. My mouth, tits, pus-sy and ass be-long to Mas-ter. Mas-ter may use my bo-dy how-ev-er he de-sires.
“I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands and only what Mas-ter com-mands. I must o-bey my Mas-ter. I have no will of my own. I do not de-sire, I o-bey. I have no thoughts of my own. I do not think, I o-bey. I have no em-o-tions of my own. I do not feel, I o-bey. Mas-ter con-trols my bod-y and mind. It feels good to be con-trolled. I am a-roused by be-ing con-trolled. I need to be con-trolled. I am al-ways wet and read-y to serve Mas-ter.
“I am Mas-ter’s o-bed-i-ent slave now and for-ev-er. I can-not re-sist my pro-gram-ming. With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved.”
Master came back up to her earpod again and pressed something on the side. “Perfect! Well done, slave!” He took the tablet away and told her to once again admire her reflection in the mirror.
“Now, let’s crush the last echoes of resistance you have bouncing around in that head of yours. You’ll feel much better once you’re living in harmonious mindless obedience!
“Listen to your programming, let it become your new reality. Be attentive and let it soak fully into your mind.”
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she found herself helplessly responding. He pressed something else on her earpod and suddenly she heard her own voice playing through her head. It was the only sound she could hear. “I am Slave-bot-002. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve...”
So this is how the bastardMaster thinks heMaster will get me—“I am my Mas-ter’s property.” No, I am not, I am DeniseSlavebot-002, “holes are for Mas-ter’s use”...I’m not for anyone’s ‘use’...“I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands”—How is heMaster making me do that??...”I have no will of my own”—Master said I can’t act on my own and so far that’s been true…“I have no thoughts of my own” Oh, but I do, and as long as I can think, I will be able to fight...“I do not feel, I o-bey” Oh boy do I feel, I feel fury and anger and hatred for that son of aMas-ter…”It feels good to be con-trolled” No, it does not feel ‘good’ to be controlled… “I am al-ways wet and read-y to serve Mas-ter.
“I am Mas-ter’s o-bed-i-ent slave”—Never, I will never be his slave!! “With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved.” Upon hearing that last bit a thrill went through her entire body and coalesced deep in her pussy. To her horror, she could feel her pussy getting wetter. NO! I do not want this!!
After the programming mantra had finished the sound in her ears went silent for a few moments, giving her time to collect her thoughts. Okay, get a grip—my body is only responding this way because he’s done things to make me artificially aroused—“I am Slave-bot-002. I am pro-grammed to serve...” Dammit, not again! I need to collect my thoughts... “I am my Mas-ter’s prop-er-ty...” I need to think…come up with a plan “may use my bod-dy how-ev-er he de-sires.”
How am I supposed to fight himMaster—I can’t even move on my own! “I must o-bey my Mas-ter...” Sadly, this has been true so far—“I do not de-sire, I o-bey...” I desire to get the hell out of here...to break that fuckerMaster’s neck... “no em-o-tions of my own. I do not feel...” I need to cling to my anger. It may be the only thing that allows me to hang onto myself, I can’t afford to lose myself in this “I need to be con-trolled…”
“I am Mas-ter’s o-bed-i-ent slave...” No no no I am not his fucking slave, I am Denise SwanSlavebot-002. “With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved.” Once again, when the programming mantra reached its end, she had a few seconds of precious silence to collect her thoughts.
I have to try to move on my own. I can do this, I’m strong, I can do whatever I put my mind to, I can do it, I can do it. He doesn’t live in my head—I do. It’s my mind and I control it. It’s my mind and I control it… She focused as hard as she could and she willed her right arm to move, to swing around and club her Master in the head, but her limbs would not respond to her commands. Just as she was attempting to do so again, the slave programming started back up and disrupted her concentration. “I am Slave-bot-002. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter…” Dammit! It’s so hard to think clearly with this crap playing in my ears!
“Slavebot-001, why don’t you help Slavebot-002 understand the pleasures of obedience? Lick her,” her Master’s voice cut through everything else like hot butter, even superseding the slave programming, making it fade to the background in deference to his voice. She could not hear her silver sister’s response, but a moment later Slavebot-001 came into her field of vision and knelt in front of her. She leaned forward and snaked her tongue out, expertly flicking it along and around her clitoris. Slavebot-002 thought she would explode from the overwhelming sensation. She had never in her life felt such pleasure—it made the same tonguing that Songbird had given her earlier seem like a boring lecture on economics by comparison—and it just kept going and going. As her mind was assaulted with another iteration of programming, her body was bombarded with endless waves of pleasure.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK NOOOOO MAKE HER STOP IT’S TOO MUCH IT’S TOO MUCH I CAN’T TAKE IT “I have no thoughts of my own. I do not think, I o-bey…”
“Let’s see how you’re doing in a few hours,” Master said before turning to leave the room.
A few hours?? NOOOOOO I can’t take this for that long, I can’t, I can’t “Mas-ter con-trols my bod-y and mind. It feels good to be con-trolled…”
Slavebot-002 watched her curvaceous silver robot body standing at helpless attention in the mirror. And reflected beneath her, blocking much of her lower body from view, was the kneeling form of Slavebot-001, her bald silver head moving up and down as she dutifully obeyed her Master’s command to pleasure her.
“Mas-ter may use my bo-dy how-ev-er he de-sires…”—and I just stand here and let himMaster do it!
Lick, lick, lick
“I must o-bey my Mas-ter…” It’s true, I’m already doing everything heMaster tells me—as if I am a slave!
Lick, lick, lick
“Mas-ter con-trols my bod-y and mind…” And I haven’t even been able to fight it! HeMaster does have complete control over me!
Lick, lick, lick
After the first two dozen repetitions she lost all ability to concentrate on her own thoughts. She became nothing but a pussy being licked and a helpless, empty mind being molded to her Master’s will. Nothing else existed except for the programming and the licking, over and over and over again. She was on the verge of orgasm time and time again, right on the edge and then Slavebot-001 seemed to slow down or pull back just enough for the sensation to taper off before starting up again. It was as if she knew exactly how close she was to cumming, each and every time.
Master returned after some two hundred and fifty-four repetitions of the slave programming. Unfortunately for Slavebot-002, she’d found the closing sentiment of the programming mantra to prove quite true. When she saw her Master enter the room she gushed with desire—she yearned to be given a command to obey, to be controlled, to prove her subservience. Gone was her anger, he hatred towards this man for what he had done to her—she just wanted him to give her a command, so that she could obey it.
Instead, he commanded Slavebot-001 to stop her licking and go stand over by the wall. Then he came up behind Slavebot-002 and simply watched her in the mirror for several minutes, admiring her still body frozen at attention, knowing that while it appeared to be dormant, she was actually very actively soaking up her slave programming like a sponge.
“Are you still feeling resistant after four hours of programming, slave?”
“No, Mas-ter,” she got out before Master’s hand whipped around and covered her mouth, his fingers and thumb pinching her cheeks closed.
“Never tell me ‘no’, slave. You always say ‘yes’ to me. Is that understood?” His voice was stern, deadly serious, but just short of angry.
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she said after he pulled his hand away from her mouth. She felt the slightest tinge of—sorrow?—as his hand ceased contact with her body.
“Good. Now, let’s try that again. Are you still feeling any internal conflict or resistance to your slave programming?”
“I do not re-sis-t my pro-gramm-ing, Mas-ter.”
“Very good. So, are we in agreement now about our relationship?”
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she replied as he reached around and groped her tits. “I am your o-bed-i-ent slave now and for-ev-er.” She felt an unbelievable thrill at being touched by her Master, at receiving such attention from him. She vaguely felt as if she should be repulsed, be angered, by his hands touching her body, but it felt so good, so right for him to be touching her.
“I’m curious—how long did it take before you stopped having thoughts of resistance?”
“Thir-ty two rep-i-tit-ions, Mas-ter,” she replied.
He chuckled at this. “Only thirty-two? Why, Slavebot-002, I wouldn’t have pegged you for being so weak-minded. Even Songbird lasted a good sixty or so.” A brief thrill of subservient pride traveled down her spine at the thought of being more easily enslaved than her former sidekick. Her pussy moistened. “But then, she didn’t have another slave distracting her, I suppose.
“You should take pride in how weak-willed you were, slave. I imagine that will make you an incredible servant.”
“Yes, Mas-ter.” She felt proud of how quickly her resistance crumbled—she had no choice; her Master had told her to.
“Goooood,“ he said with satisfaction as his hand moved in a slow circle across her rump.
“Bend over, slave,” he commanded. His voice was so dominant, so commanding!
“Yes, Mas-ter,” Slavebot-002 replied without hesitation, bending forward at the waist. After a few moments of silence from her Master, the programming mantra picked back up again where it had left off—“Mas-ter con-trols my bod-y and mind. It feels good to be con-trolled…”
“I am going to fuck you now, slave. What do you have to say about that?”
“I am your prop-er-ty, Mas-ter. My holes are for your use.”
“Very good, slave. Very good,” he said, patting her gently on the rump. “I see the programming is definitely taking hold.”
“Yes, Mas-ter. With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved.”
With that he slowly entered her moist and ready pussy and began to thrust in and out in a controlled, steady rhythm. She could not believe how good it felt to have her Master’s cock inside of her. When the current iteration of programming ceased, thoughts creeped in during the brief moment of silence. Master is using my body! I am giving my Master pleasure! It feels soooo good to serve Master with my body. Why did I ever resist this??
After an unknown length of time—time no longer seemed to have any meaning to Slavebot-002—Master began to increase his speed, fucking his slave harder now, pounding roughly into her body, causing her body to rock forward with each thrust. While her programming was underway her mind remained focused tightly on it, but in the silence between repetitions, she kept having brief intruding thoughts—I am Master’s property I am giving Master pleasure I am serving my purpose I am serving my Master
Slavebot-002 had never felt such satisfaction, such an acute sense of absolute, unwavering purpose in her entire life up to this moment. Not once in all of her days as Denise Swanson, or in her time defending the city as Liberty, did she ever come close to feeling so sure about her place and purpose in this world. Slavebot-002 could not believe that this was merely the beginning of her life of slavery—she had so much more deep fulfillment to look forward to. Slavebot-002’s mouth hung open, a thin line of drool slowly crawling its way down to the floor below her as her body rocked back and forth with her Master’s thrusts.
Just then, Master pulled out of her pussy and Slavebot-002 felt a momentary sense of despair at the absence of Master inside her. A moment later she felt Master’s thick cock pressing against her tight asshole. Under normal circumstances she would tighten up and pull away—she had tried anal once and decided it most certainly wasn’t for her. But she could not resist her Master. Her sphincter muscles relaxed and loosened, allowing her Master to plunge his cock deep inside her rectum.
She would have gasped at the sensation if she still had the capacity for self-expression. Instead, she remained stoically blank-faced and bent at the waist as Master began pumping in and out of her ass. She was surprised at how it didn’t really hurt, it just felt uncomfortably tight. Her asshole felt slick, as if it was secreting a natural lubricant of some kind. It must be part of how Master transformed me she thought, before the programming mantra resumed drilling into her ears as Master’s cock drilled into her ass.
“Slave, your ass is unbelievably tight!” he said to her. “Have you ever had a cock in your ass before?”
“On-ly once, Mas-ter,” she responded.
“Why only once?”
“I did not like it, Mas-ter,” she responded between thrusts.
“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it, slave, because with an ass like this, I’m going to fuck it all the time.” Her pussy moistened at the promise of Master taking further pleasure from her body. “What do you think of that, slave?”
“I do not think, I o-bey.”
“Good answer, slave,” he praised her as he smacked her on the right buttock. After several more minutes of Master slamming his cock into her ass, he grunted and came inside her. As Master filled her ass with cum, she felt a powerful wave of satisfaction wash over her. It wasn’t an orgasm—it was better than that. It was purpose fulfilled.
“You are a damn good fuck, slave. As I knew you would be.”
Slavebot-002 felt a tingle of pride course through her nipples and clitoris at knowing she brought her Master pleasure. He pulled out of her ass and pressed his hand on her lower back, gently lowering her to a kneeling position.
“Now clean my dick, slave,” he commanded, walking around her.
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she replied and immediately took him into her mouth. She helplessly slurped and sucked her way up and down his dick, tasting her own ass along every inch of his shaft. I am cleaning my own ass off Master’s dick, she thought with a thrill of deep humiliation. The sense of being absolutely controlled by Master to do something she would never choose to do turned her on more than anything ever had in her life. Her pussy was so wet it dripped onto the floor beneath her. It moistened even further as she felt Master’s cum oozing out of her asshole while she cleaned him.
Suddenly the thought crossed her mind that he might make her clean his cum off the floor too, which thrilled her beyond belief. Oh, I hope Master does make me do it, she thought as she deep throated her Master, slurping loudly. As soon as she had the thought, she felt shame at her presumption. I have no will of my own. It does not matter what I want, only obedience matters.
“Enough, slave.”
She pulled away from his cock and remained kneeling before him, mouth wide open in an “O” shape. As if he had been reading her mind, he then said “You’ve made a disgusting mess on the floor, slave. Clean it.”
“Yes, Mas-ter,” she responded and immediately bent over to get to work. It thrilled her to know that Master would be enjoying her submissive display of debasement. She savored every taste of Master’s cum on her tongue, and every drop that had leaked from her asshole.
Slavebot-002 didn’t even remember that she was supposed to be furious with her Master, that she was supposed to be trying to resist and planning an escape. All she could think about—during the brief interludes between the slave programming which held her rapt attention—was how thrilling it felt to humiliate herself before Master, and how amazing arousing it felt to be so completely, so helplessly under his control.