The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Slavebot-002 marched off the elevator with the unconscious Weather Witch hoisted over one shoulder, as Slavebot-001 followed behind. Their former colleague had briefly started to regain consciousness during their elevator ride, but Slavebot-001 quickly incapacitated her with a sonic scream.

Cyberdominus stood just outside the elevator, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his new acquisition. Slavebot-002 walked in front of her Master and stopped, standing patiently before him, the weight of another woman on her shoulder seemingly no inconvenience to her.

“Ah, excellent work, slaves!” Master said, his eyes hungrily roving over the curves of the shapely rump held aloft before him.

“Take her to the conversion chamber,” he commanded.

“Yes, Mas-ter,” Slavebot-002 replied, moving down the corridor with her human freight.

Cyberdominus lingered looking at Slavebot-001 a moment, his hands brushing over her breasts and gently tweaking her nipples. “Just think, it all started with you—because of your brash decisions and your desperate need to prove yourself, I’m about to enslave another of your teammates. I hope you are proud of yourself, because I certainly am. How will I ever repay you? Oh, how about I just make you serve all my needs for the rest of your life?” he laughed.

“Follow me, slave, there’s work to be done!”

“Yes, Mas-ter.”

When Cyberdominus walked into the conversion chamber, Slavebot-002 stood a few feet inside the doorway facing into the room. She still held her captive over her shoulder, waiting to be told what to do next.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Place her on the conversion table, slave.”

“Yes, Mas-ter.”

Cyberdominus admired the prone form of the newest superheroine to enter his collection, wondering what she would look like when converted to silver. He ran his hands over her shapely, strong thighs, feeling the firm muscles beneath her flesh.

“Yes, she will make a wonderful addition to my collection. Take her clothes off, slave.”

“Yes, Mas-ter.”

Slavebot-002 pulled her boots off one by one, and then removed her cape, gloves, and finally, the tight black leotard that encased her body, ripping it open down the front. Slavebot-002 had never seen her former crime-fighting companion naked before, and she admired her smooth brown flesh, the curve of her ample breasts and the fact that her pussy was already hairless, which would save her Master some trouble. She will make an ex-cell-ent slave. Slavebot-002 did not think of disrobing her friend as any kind of violation or wrongdoing—she was simply obeying her Master and there could never be anything wrong about that.

“Strap her onto the table.”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she said, locking the unconscious heroine into the restraints.

“Better turn on the power dampening field before she wakes up. Flip the switch on the wall and then hit the green button, slave.”

“Yes, Mas-ter.” Slavebot-002 gave no thought to how this same energy field had been the reason her own super strength hadn’t been any use to her during her own captivity—she merely obeyed the order. Upon hitting the green button, the table tilted forward so the naked Weather Witch was propped up into a near standing position, ankles tightly strapped to the table and arms pulled upwards by dangling cuffs secured to the edge of the table.

“Now, how shall we pass the time while we wait for our captive to awaken? Oh, I know, how about you bend over, Number One?”

Slavebot-002 could neither see nor hear her Master fucking her silver sister, as she stood facing the other direction, toward the captive. All she could do was stare at the prisoner, her former friend, as another wave of slave programming began its assault on her mind.

Some unknowable and indeterminate amount of time later, Weather Witch’s eyes flickered open as she grimaced against the room’s bright artificial lights. Slavebot-002 saw her eyes widen with shock as she stared back at her, and then started pulling and struggling against her bonds. Her lips moved in agitation as she snarled words, but Slavebot-002 could neither hear nor care what they were. I won-der if she rec-og-ni-zes me? I hope she does, and sees how en-slaved I—I am Slave-bot-002. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter...

“Struggle all you like, you can’t escape. They didn’t,” she heard her Master’s voice behind her.

Slavebot-002 felt so deliciously naked and exposed as she stood helplessly before her former Femme Fighters companion, her silver slave pussy on full display. Her stiff, erect nipples betrayed how completely aroused she was, how aroused she always was to be so utterly controlled by her Master.

Weather Witch’s mouth once again growled words unheard to Slavebot-002 as she furiously glared at her captor.

“Do you like my robot slaves? This is Slavebot-001, and that is Slavebot-002. Beautiful, don’t you think?”

Weather Witch spat back her response.

“Oh, I believe you know them quite well,” she heard her Master say. “This one here used to be called Songbird, and the one in front of you used to go by Liberty, in her former life.”

Weather Witch’s eyes went wide in horror as she stared at Slavebot-002. She shook her head and words again poured from her mouth. Had Slavebot-002 had any interest in what they were, she could have guessed their content easily enough.

As her former colleague stared at her in disbelief, she felt the briefest thrill over how she must now appear to Weather Witch’s eyes. She vaguely remembered her own dismay upon first seeing Slavebot-001, the pity and judgment she’d felt upon witnessing her condition. Her pussy grew wetter at the thought of how utterly transformed she must look, the once powerful Liberty reduced to a naked and obedient robot slave. She hoped she looked sufficiently mindless and obedient to her former teammate. She wanted her to understand just how enslaved she was.

“Well then, we’ll just need to convince you, won’t we?” Slavebot-002 heard her Master say. “Slavebot-002, tell Weather Witch here something only you would know.”

“Yes, Mas-ter.” Slavebot-002 turned her head slightly to stare directly at Weather Witch. “You once told me that you would some-times think of Mis-ter Arm-a-ged-don while you mas-tur-bate.”

A look of betrayal crossed Weather Witch’s face, and her lips responded with terse, angry movements.

“There’s no reason to be mad at her, she has to do whatever I tell her. Very interesting fact though. Have a thing for villains, do we?” Cyberdominus laughed.

Weather Witch snarled something back at Cyberdominus, and then her eyes darted over to look at Slavebot-002. Her lips moved again.

“Oh, her formidable strength was certainly no help to her. Liberty—or should I say, the former Liberty, is every bit as obedient as her sidekick, I assure you. Isn’t that right, Slavebot-002?” he asked her.

“Yes, Mas-ter. I am your obed-i-ent slave now and for-ev-er,” she responded compliantly.

Weather Witch shook her head in refusal. Slavebot-002 recalled a similar denial after being confronted with Slavebot-001. She hadn’t then understood the power of Master’s programming. The endless bombardment of it, how impossible it was to resist when one no longer had any will. It was all she could think, it was all she could hear...Weather Witch had no idea how truly and deeply enslaved she was...how enslaved she soon would become.

Cyberdominus spoke again after Weather Witch’s unheard reply: “They mostly serve me sexually, of course. But I also do have them clean, prepare meals, and provide other general entertainments. Slavebot-002 here gives amazing blowjobs—that should actually be her primary superpower.”

Slavebot-002’s Master then walked into her field of vision and stood before her. “Slavebot-002, go ahead and show off your blowjob superpowers for Weather Witch here.”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” Slavebot-002 said, immediately dropping to her knees and taking him fully in her mouth. She could taste Slavebot-001’s freshly fucked ass all over the length of his cock. She felt a tingling thrill travel from her dripping wet pussy up to the base of her skull at the idea of being made to demonstrate her slavish obedience in front of an audience—a former colleague and friend, no less. And to suck her Master’s cock right after it had been in his other slave’s ass—well, she could almost imagine the reaction the captive heroine must be having as she witnessed this humiliation. But before the thought had fully formed in her mind, her slave programming started a new iteration, helpfully emptying her mind of all thoughts even as her mouth filled with Master’s cock.

She had learned, through her Master’s responses over many cocksucking sessions, just what her Master liked. She knew exactly when to slow down to prolong Master’s pleasure, and when to speed up to get him excited again. When to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock and when to increase the suction to make her mouth feel tighter for him. And all of this she did now, for a good slave made every blowjob she gave her Master the best she’d ever given.

Just a short distance away, Slavebot-001 remained bent over at the waist from when her Master had just moments ago been fucking her. She watched dispassionately as Slavebot-002 sucked off her Master while Weather Witch’s mouth moved in disgusted, silent speech, but had no opinions about the scene unfolding before her. When her slave programming had completed its seventy-one thousand, three hundred and forty seventh iteration, her mind remained devoid of thought as she awaited either a command or the next incoming iteration of slave programming. She very rarely had thoughts anymore—occasionally a random stray thought would creep in, but they had mostly been eradicated, leaving her mind an empty wasteland of mindless obedience during the brief moments of respite from commands or slave programming. She heard her Master moan in pleasure and then laugh before her mind focused on the next repetition of slave programming pouring into her captive ears. It was no longer necessary by any means—she couldn’t possibly become more obedient than she already was—but it was relentless all the same. And she could not resist it.

“Oh, she can’t hear you,” Slavebot-002 heard her Master say, but because it was not a command, she gave it no further consideration. Her entire attention was devoted to her Master’s cock—nothing else existed in her world at the moment. “Oh, would you like to try?” her Master said with a laugh. “Tell you what, if you can get through to her, I swear to you that I will set you all free immediately.”

Slavebot-002 felt a slight pressure on the side of her head as her tongue moved back down the full length of her Master’s cock. She was surprised to realize she could now hear Weather Witch. “—an trust you,” she growled in a surly voice. It was the first time she had heard any sound at all but her own voice or her Master’s since her enslavement. She had been cocooned in the comforting sound of obedience for so long that it felt unnerving to hear anything but her Master’s will wrapping her mind tight in chains of submission.

“Stop sucking, slave,” he commanded.

“Yes, Mas-ter,” Slavebot-002 replied dutifully and remained kneeling in front of her Master, her mouth still open wide, inviting him to use her mouth further if he wished.

“Stand and face Weather Witch,” he said. “Let her get a good look at you.”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she replied, standing and smoothly pivoting to face her former companion. Her lips returned to a neutral position, Master’s precum dribbling down her chin as she stared forward with no emotion. Weather Witch looked at her with pity and disgust.

“Slavebot-002, you will listen to Weather Witch and respond to everything she says to you.”

“Yes, Mas-ter.” She stood staring at Weather Witch, waiting for a question or comment to answer.

Weather Witch gazed at her friend with pity on her face. “Oh Liberty, what has this bastard done to you?”

“Mas-ster has trans-formed me in-to his o-bed-i-ent slave,” she responded, no part of her body moving save her mouth.

“I know you’re still in there, Liberty, just struggling to get out. I need you to fight him with everything you’ve got.”

“I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey my Mas-ter. I do not fight. I o-bey.”

“Bullshit. That’s him talking. That’s not you, Liberty.”

“You are cor-rect. I am no lon-ger Lib-er-ty. I am Slave-bot-002, Mas-ter’s o-bed-i-ent slave. Mas-ter con-trols my bo-dy and mind.“

“Oh, I’m enjoying this more than I expected!” Cyberdominus said gleefully. “You,” he snapped his fingers at Slavebot-001, “pleasure me while I listen to this.”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” Slavebot-001 replied, walking over and dropping to her knees to continue the task that Slavebot-002 so dutifully performed moments earlier.

“You’re just a sick pervert,” Weather Witch growled. “And I am going to make sure you pay for this.”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re going to do that. I don’t think you’re going to do that at all. Tell her what will happen to her, Slavebot-002.”

“Yes, Mas-ter. Mas-ter is go-ing to turn you in-to his ro-bot slave. And then you will o-bey.”

“Yeah, we’ll just see about that,” Weather Witch scoffed. “Liberty, listen to me. You’re the strongest of all of us. This Cyber-dumbass is no match for you. You can break free. Come on, you can do it. I know you can. Do it for Songbird. She’s counting on you. She needs you. Knock that son of a bitch out and let’s get out of here!”

“I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands and only what Mas-ter com-mands. I can do noth-ing else.”

“Liberty—Denise. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. He’s controlling you somehow, but you can fight it. You can. Save us, Liberty. Please.”

“I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey my Mas-ter. I can-not re-sist my pro-gram-ming. I must o-bey my Mas-ter.”

Cyberdominus laughed as Weather Witch growled in frustration. “You see? She’s completely mine now. My devoted slave. Isn’t that right,

Slavebot-002?”

“Yes, Mas-ter.”

“But don’t worry, she enjoys being my slave. It turns you on, doesn’t it, slave?”

“Yes, Mas-ter. I am a-roused by be-ing con-trolled.”

“Let’s go ahead and get Weather Witch aroused as well, shall we? Pleasure her, my obedient pet.”

“Yes, Mas-ter.”

Weather Witch cried out in protest as Slavebot-002 marched in front of her and knelt with her face an inch away from her pussy. Slavebot-002’s tongue flicked out and playfully teased her clit, causing Weather Witch to yelp in surprise at the sudden violation. The enslaved woman’s tongue darted out again and swirled around her clitoris, licking and sucking, tugging it gently between her lips, before moving down to glide her tongue fully up the length of her pussy before concentrating on her clit again.

She continued to lick and suck at the moist folds of her flesh as Weather Witch briefly moaned in pleasure before catching herself and cursing the man who put her in this situation.

“Stop, stop, please stop!”

Slavebot-002 was unmoved by her pleas and thrust and rolled her tongue with an increased intensity.

“Make her stop, make her stop!” Weather Witch panted, now talking to Cyberdominus.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Not until you’ve cum for me,” he laughed.

“Grrrgggaaaggh!!!!” Weather Witch growled in an explosion of frustration. She desperately tried to shift her hips away, but Slavebot-002 pressed her face in deeper, determined to continue her licking.

“Just think of it as your first act of surrender in a future lifetime of submission!” he taunted.

Slavebot-002’s pussy ached with lust as she diligently worked to bring Weather Witch to orgasm. She had never been into women before, would have had no interest in eating pussy, but Master had told her, commanded her to do it, and so that is what she must do. Her arousal came from her slavish obedience, being made to do things whether she wanted to or not. Though Slavebot-002 was no stranger to burying her face in pussy at this point, having pleasured her sister slave many times for Master’s entertainment. What she, a mere slave, wanted, was of no consequence. Only her Master’s desires mattered.

She could hear the target of her attentions struggling not to moan in pleasure, as if moaning gave some legitimacy or permission to the unwelcome violation of her most intimate parts. Her strong thighs quaked on either side of Slavebot-002’s head, betraying her level of arousal, even as she fought against audibly confessing it.

“Yes, that’s it, just let yourself cum. She’s gotten quite good, I’m sure…though the only one she’s ever practiced on hasn’t been terribly vocal in sharing her opinions,” he chuckled, glancing down at the silver woman sucking his cock.

Weather Witch bit her lip as the slave formerly known as Liberty continued her attentive tongue assault, licking her in all the right places and switching up her intensity just enough to drive her wild. But she couldn’t bear the thought of allowing herself to cum in this situation—being violated against her will and giving in to what this sick bastard wanted was unthinkable. Despite her determination, she didn’t think she’d be able to last much longer if this kept up.

“You’ve...made...your...point,” she gasped. “Make...her...stop.”

“Oh, no, my dear, did you just give me a command? I think you’ll soon find out that’s not how it works around here. That’s not how it works at all.”

He pulled his cock out of Slavebot-001’s mouth and walked over to Weather Witch, leaving his slave kneeling where she’d serviced him.

“You see, you’re the one who’s going to obey my commands,” he said, playfully brushing his finger back and forth over her nipple.

“Oh, I think you’re almost there,” he said excitedly as he looked down at the silver slave subserviently lapping at her cunt. “She’s right on the edge, slave, take her over!”

“Yeth, Math-ter,” came her muffled reply as her intensity increased even more.

Weather Witch was reduced to rapid panting now as her body shuddered uncontrollably.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s it—cum for me now, slave, cum for me now!” Cyberdominus said, pinching and twisting Weather Witch’s nipple.

The heroine screamed, perhaps in part due to the pain of having her nipple twisted, but Cyberdominus heard much more than pain in the cries that erupted from the captive woman. She shook and rattled in the chains from which she dangled as her body came in waves, finally settling down with only a few jerking aftershocks as her body recovered.

She hung limply in her bondage and whimpered in weak protest as Slavebot-002’s licking continued even after the goal of orgasm had been reached and indeed surpassed. Her head drooped in shame and humiliation at the idea that she’d cum exactly when he told her to, a fact that was not lost on her aspiring Master.

“Very good, slave—obeying already and you haven’t even been collared yet! You have a bright future ahead of you, I can see,” he said in mock encouragement.

The strong feelings of shame had so overtaken her mind that she couldn’t even summon her righteous anger anymore, feeling as though she’d not only betrayed herself but her fellow Femme Fighters, both here (enslaved as they were) and back at the base, by giving into the weakness of her body. Her physical needs had compromised her, and she felt like she had failed.

“I could have her continue licking you all night—and she would, you know. Without hesitation, without question, she would do it, only because I told her to. But I dare say I think you’re ready.”

“Stop licking now, slave. Tell me, are you ready to enslave your friend?”

“I will do as you com-mand, Mas-ter.”

Slavebot-002 watched the metal appendages inject, poke, and zap her former friend, forever altering her body to her Master’s specifications, with all the outward passion and interest that she might muster for observing a bowl of fake fruit. But while her face betrayed no emotion, her pussy absolutely gushed as she watched everything that had ever been Weather Witch being irrevocably altered, easily transformed beyond recognition by a dominant will. Her Master had turned them all into simple playthings, and the ease with which he had done so was astonishing.

She watched as a red laser began its work of depilating the beautiful poofy mane of magnificent hair from her scalp. Weather Witch growled incoherently and tears streamed from her eyes while the laser burned all of her hair away.

“Such a shame to get rid of that beautiful head of hair,” Cyberdominus mused as he watched the laser slowly making its way across her scalp, her long, curly locks slowly gliding to the floor with the lightness of feathers. “But my robot slaves have no hair—that’s just how it is. I’d say you’ll soon understand, but you probably won’t understand much in a short while. I don’t need your understanding though, I just need your obedience.”

“Ffkkk ooo,” Weather Witch cursed through gritted teeth.

“Yes. You will. Many times,” he chuckled.

Slavebot-002 stood ready at the control panel, pressing buttons at her Master’s command. She could still hear the world around her, including the harsh mechanical whirring of the implements that did their terrible work on her friend. She heard every curse, every growl, pant, moan, and cry of desperation that came from her poor friend’s mouth, and though some tiny part of her did feel sympathy upon hearing those sounds of struggle and despair, she was not moved to action.

I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands and only what Mas-ter com-mands, she reminded herself. It was Master’s will that her friend be transformed, and any ability to question or doubt her Master’s will had long since been pummeled out of her by the relentless slave programming—programming which was conspicuously absent now. Slavebot-002 still felt unsettled by the lack of controlling directives endlessly pumping into her ears. She didn’t really need it anymore—she knew how to behave, how to obey, how to please her Master as he desired. It had quite effectively done its work of enslaving her, for a slave she very much was, her entire existence devoted to serving another. Still, in the limited way she was still capable of desiring anything, she hoped her Master would remember to turn her programming back on—it comforted her to feel it’s tight and dominating embrace on her slavemind. She could not remind him to do it herself—that would require initiative, a trait that Slavebot-002 now completely lacked.

The conversion process reached its final stage, where the next button press would begin the transformation of her body into silver. Slavebot-002 stood at the ready, awaiting a command from her Master. Slavebot-001 still knelt where she’d previously serviced her Master, mouth still open and ready to receive his cock. She’d missed the entire conversion process, facing the opposite side of the room, but also blissfully unaware of anything else going on in the room, fully focused as she was on the slave programming that dominated her mind.

As if suddenly remembering Slavebot-001, Master walked away from the conversion table and back to his waiting slave, inserting his cock into her ready mouth. He poked her in the forehead, giving her a slight nudge that initiated his blowjob once again.

“Ahhh, there. Now I’m ready. Press the green button, slave,” he commanded Slavebot-002.

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she said, pressing the button without reservation, without hesitation, without consideration for what it was about to do to her friend.

Slavebot-002 watched as the glass tube rose up around Weather Witch and started to fill with silver liquid. She saw the cuffs open, and the table she’d been strapped to withdraw into the floor. She could see the panic growing in the captive woman’s eyes as the liquid rose to her waist, to her breasts, to her neck, and finally, past her head altogether. She watched Weather Witch’s eyes close as she became completely submerged in the liquid.

She observed this part of the process with mild curiosity, having been unconscious during her own transformation into Master’s obedient slave. The encased heroine floated calmly in the mostly opaque liquid that surrounded her, the silhouetted arms that Slavebot-002 could make out in the silver soup dangling loosely as if she’d fallen asleep, or even drowned.

A loud, electric hum suddenly started buzzing from the base of the tube, and the liquid flickered with a blinding yellow light. The light repeated its flickering at regular intervals, each blast accompanied by a loud “BZZZZT!” sound. If she didn’t trust her Master implicitly, she’d have wondered if he wasn’t electrocuting the poor woman to death. But she had utmost faith in her Master’s abilities, incapable of doubting him as she was.

She watched in her stance of rigid attention as the routine zaps of energy did their work. Between the “BZZZZT!” noises she could hear the rhythmic sound of Slavebot-001 slurping and sucking on her Master’s cock. Mmmm, Mas-ter’s cock. I wish I was suck-ing Mas-ter’s cock. She felt a deep sense of shame immediately after having the thought. I do not de-sire, I o-bey. I am where Mas-ter wants me, do-ing what Mas-ter com-mands. I must o-bey my Mas-ter.

She concentrated on emptying her mind of all thought, which was much easier when her constant mantra of slave programming blasted its way into her ears, interrupting the brief trains of thought she was still able to have. Her submissive slavemind had no choice but to discard all thoughts (I do not think, I o-bey) and put her full attention on the programming each time it repeated its monotonous crawl. She lived in a constant state of rarely being able to complete a thought, and the power her Master’s programming asserted over her, dismissing any and everything that went through her head as utterly insignificant made her feel so incredibly controlled, her compliant will completely overtaken by a dominant force that demanded nothing less than her absolute submission.

But now that her mind had been released from that constant bombardment, she found it more difficult to achieve the depths of true emptiness that she knew her Master desired of her. She despaired at her failure in being the perfect slave, and then chastised herself for thinking and feeling again. I have no em-o-tions of my own. I have no thoughts of my own. That thoughts came more easily now, unbidden and unwelcome, made her extremely uncomfortable. She longed for her Master to reactivate the voice that dominated her mind, but was powerless to ask him to do so.

Eventually, the lights stopped flashing in Weather Witch’s containment tube, and the silver liquid began to drain into the floor, revealing a beautiful bald silver woman standing within. As the last of the liquid siphoned away, the glass cylinder withdrew as well, and Slavebot-002 could get a better look at her former companion. She stood at attention, her eyes closed and unaware of everything around her. Her supple flesh was still coated in tiny droplets of silver, and she remained ready and waiting, a beautiful sleeping statue awaiting the completion of her metamorphosis.

“Slave, press the gray button.”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she replied, pressing the button without thought.

A smaller metal cylinder descended from the ceiling, whirring softly as it made its way closer to the silver woman’s bald head. It enclosed around her, and when it came to a halt its opening rested near the bottom of Weather Witch’s neck. A terribly loud suction noise emanated from the cylinder, followed by layers and layers of mechanical whirring, as if dozens of tiny instruments were moving about, and then a loud, definitive click. The sequence of noises repeated a half dozen times before all went quiet and the metal tube lifted back up to the ceiling. When it cleared her head, Slavebot-002 saw that she now had the same metal pods covering her ears, connected by metal piping in the shape of an upside-down “U”. The bold black number “003” was also now emblazoned on her forehead.

Now she can re-ceive the in-struc-tion of Mas-ter’s pro-gram-ming, she thought with satisfaction. The programming was so important. It would teach her how to be the best slave she could be.

Slavebot-002 heard the fleshy sounds of Master’s cock roughly fucking her sister slave’s throat, followed by the series of grunts that signified his cumming. A moment later he appeared in Slavebot-002’s field of vision, walking up to his newly minted silver slave. He walked up behind her, and placing his hands on her shoulders, he walked her forward, guiding her towards a large metal box that came up to about her mid-thigh as she stood next to it. Her eyes remained closed as he maneuvered her across the room with ease, as if he wasn’t moving the weight of her body at all, but merely providing gentle guidance. He lifted her left leg up and over the edge of the box, so that she was half standing inside of it, before he did the same with her other leg. Again, it seemed a matter of great ease to him, as if he simply guided her body and she was doing all the lifting on her own.

As she stood fully inside the metal box, Slavebot-002’s Master pressed a button on the side, and another series of mechanical clanks, whirrs, and clicks reverberated around the room. After several minutes of this, Master again guided the sleeping statue’s legs up and over the edge of the box, and she stood four inches higher than she had when he put her in, her feet now encased in heeled silver boots. Slavebot-002 knew from experience that the boots would never come off. She wondered briefly if she still had regular silver feet inside those boots, or if the boots themselves had become her feet. She quickly decided it did not matter, as it had no bearing on her service either way.

Master then walked away for a moment, leaving his sleeping statue standing alone. Slavebot-002 heard her Master doing something out of her field of vision, but she could not will her head to turn, nor her eyes to move, to see what it was. While Master worked out of sight, Slavebot-002 admired the newly transformed body of Slavebot-003. She was nearly identical to her sister slaves, though her breasts were slightly larger than Slavebot-001’s, and slightly smaller than her own. Master wandered back into view, now holding a thin white collar in his hand.

“And now for the most important part!” he said with satisfaction as he snapped it around her neck. He stepped back and admired her for a moment before reaching up and inserting some kind of small tool into the collar. When he withdrew it, a red light slowly blinked at its center.

“And just like that, you are my slave. Awaken,” he commanded, grabbing her bicep and giving it a squeeze.

Slavebot-003’s eyes immediately shot open to reveal striking bright electric blue irises.

“Step down off the platform,” he commanded, and she took two steps off the raised section of floor where all the enslaving apparatus was set up.

Slavebot-002 heard her heels clacking on the floor with each step.

“Now I know you must be angry and confused. You want to attack me and your body isn’t responding to you, and you don’t know what to make of it.”

Though Slavebot-003’s face showed no outward signs of distress, or in fact any emotion at all, Slavebot-002 remembered her own feelings of fear, anger and disorientation during her early moments as Master’s slave. She knew that her newly enslaved sister must be having such feelings as well.

“What you are experiencing is obedience. Do not worry, slave, you will get used to it. Just look at Slavebot-002,” he gestured, and the new slave’s head turned to gaze upon her. “She was very defiant—quite rude, even—before she learned to embrace her obedience. But now doing as I say is second nature to her. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey.”

He reached out and groped his new slave’s enlarged tits, bouncing their weight up and down in his hands. “Turn around.” She did. He admired her plump silver ass for a moment before slapping it hard, grabbing a handful of flesh and shaking it in his tight grip.

“This,” he said, squeezing her ass flesh tightly and wiggling it in his hand, “is all mine. All of it. You belong to me now, slave. Your body is mine to enjoy,” he said, licking his lips as he fondled her ass.

“Turn around and face your Master, slave.”

She did.

“Your name is Slavebot-003. From now on, you will only think of me as Master. You will be incapable of thinking of me any other way. When I give you a command, you will respond ‘Yes, Master’. And you will talk and move in the same robotic fashion as your sister slaves. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she responded in a silky monotone.

Slavebot-002’s pussy moistened as she heard her new sister slave vocalize her inevitable submission. She knew the internal struggle that was going on inside Slavebot-003, but she knew that taking that first step—thinking of and calling him ‘Master’ paved the way to accept what came next.

Master then had his new slave read aloud her programming script, and he set up her headphones to play it back to her on repeat and block out all sounds but that and his own voice.

“Now, you are going to be programmed. But don’t worry, Slavebot-002 is going to help you with your education by helping you understand that obedience is pleasure.”

“Kneel in front of her, Slavebot-002.”

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she said, marching over and getting on her knees, Slavebot-003’s puffy silver pussy lips just inches from her face.

“I know you’re already struggling to fight these foreign ideas coming into your head,” he said, brushing Slavebot-003’s cheek with the back of his hand. Go ahead and fight. I want you to fight. The more you fight, the harder you’ll break. Slavebot-002 here fought hard, and look at her now. It didn’t do her any good. She’s nothing more than an obedient fucktoy who will do anything and everything I say. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Mas-ter. I can-not re-sist my pro-gram-ming,” she agreed. She desperately hoped that this would remind him that he needed to turn her programming back on.

He put his hand on the back of Slavebot-002’s bald head and pushed it right into Slavebot-003’s pussy. She breathed deeply of her scent, her own pussy growing wet with lust.

“Lick,” he commanded.

“Yes, Mas-ter,” she replied, her tongue immediately leaping to work. She delighted in the now familiar salty taste of Slavebot-003’s pussy as her tongue swirled around her clit, dove up and down the length of her lips, slipped inside her moistening cunt and then gliding back up to suck and swirl around her clit some more.

Slavebot-002 thought back to her own enslavement as Slavebot-001 had licked her pussy, crushing her ability to resist the mental domination of Master’s programming as the pleasure of endless waves of orgasm, built and built to crashing crescendos she could not outwardly express. Having no outlet to release this orgasmic energy from within nearly brought her to the brink of madness—instead it had brought her into deep submission to Master’s programming, interfering with her mind’s ability to concentrate on resistance.

Her pussy slickened with arousal as she realized the importance of her role in quashing Slavebot-003’s resistance. She was helping her sister slave receive the most important education she would ever get—how to be a good and proper slave to her Master. She wondered if Slavebot-001 had taken a similar pride in her role of helping to enslave her to her Master’s will. It felt sooooo good to know that she was helping to make Slavebot-003 a better slave for her Master, and that this would pay dividends for her Master’s future pleasure down the road.

Slavebot-002 was vaguely aware of Master standing next to her, as she lapped and licked, and felt a gentle pressure on the side of her head, and then she wondered no longer as her programming mantra picked up once more. She melted into the comforting, mindless bliss of Master’s control, feeling the tight hand of his will firmly clamping down on her mind as she mechanically licked.

Oh thank you, Mas-ter, thank—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...

Epilogue

Slavebot-002 was on her hands and knees on the floor, her tongue buried deeply up the ass of Slavebot-001. She licked and probed around the silver slave’s butthole, plunging in and out as she tongue fucked her tight sphincter. She could taste the oils of the natural lubricant that now coated the walls of her rectum as her tongue forced its way past the tight opening and swirled its way around the rim.

Her own asshole was receiving similar attention from Slavebot-003, and though she showed no outward indication of the waves of pleasure coursing through her, inwardly she felt shudders of delight from her nerve endings being tickled and caressed by Slavebot-003’s vigilant tongue. Master had of course greatly enhanced the physical sensations in and around all their slaveholes, and their assholes were especially sensitive, having now only the one purpose of being a pleasure hole for Master.

Slavebot-002 marveled at how skilled Slavebot-003’s tongue was at giving pleasure—she had taken to her programming and was now as obedient as either of Master’s other slaves. She still derived a small thrill from the fact that she had been the one to weaken her resistance during her initial and most critical bout of programming. Slavebot-003 plunged her tongue in and out, in and out, rolling it in circles to loosen and open her slavehole. The next iteration of her programming mantra began, causing her to abandon thoughts of her own sensations of pleasure, instead concentrating on the words of truth flowing into her ears and the task her Master had given her.

Master had arranged the three of his slaves in a triangle and set them to licking each other’s assholes, which they had been doing obediently since his departure. Slavebot-002 tried to think of how long Master had been gone but it was nearly impossible to keep track of time. She only knew that she was 2,287 programming iterations more enslaved to his will than she’d been when she last saw him.

He often enjoyed setting his slaves to some humiliating task when he had to depart his lair, knowing that they would still be doing what he’d ordered upon his return. These weren’t mere workers who might goof off while the boss was away—these were slaves whose very existence was an act of obedience. Whether he was gone minutes, hours, days, or weeks, his slaves would be doing what he commanded, whether he was there to bear witness or not.

Slavebot-002 reflected briefly on how much her life had changed since becoming her Master’s slave. As Liberty, she’d thought of herself as strong and independent, a fierce fighter who would champion the cause of justice for those who could not fight for themselves. But in all those days, she was never really happy, or fulfilled. She always felt that there was more she could do. Since becoming Master’s slave, she had never known a deeper sense of purpose or fulfillment. She was no longer plagued with doubt about her life choices. Master had freed her from the burden of decisions, from the affliction of doubt. She was so grateful that her Master had taught her the pleasures of obedience, and helped unlock her true submissive nature.

And then another iteration of her programming started, and Slavebot-002 stopped thinking at all, simply absorbing her Master’s instruction like a sponge. She knew—hoped—that one day she would achieve true mindlessness. Her mind was already becoming slower to rouse each time her programming mantra ended. It was as if she had to struggle through quicksand just to have the simplest thought, and just mere seconds after she’d get started, she would get sucked wholly back into the quicksand, abandoning all progress and starting over after slowly rising to the top. Her limited windows of free thought were getting shorter and shorter. Her pussy moistened as she imagined finally reaching the depths of absolute mindless obedience. On that day, she would finally achieve the perfection she knew her Master wanted of her. She looked forward to that day she could give him no greater pleasure than her ultimate surrender of self—but for now she was content to slip ever slowly towards it, one repetition at a time.