At the same time, Robyn was immersed in a tube filled with water and the nanites infiltrating her body. The beautiful visuals on the screen that wrapped around the inside of the tube, engulfing her view, put her mind at a full stop while subliminal messages filled the air as the music filling the tube reprogrammed her mind. The nanites continued their work, fixing imperfections on the slave’s body, like a small scar on a knee and a slightly off center nose. As a final part of the her conditioning, her breasts would be augmented, and nanite enhanced to defy gravity, as so many others before the girl had, but that would be after her body had been fully brought online and her mind being under total control.

Robyn’s mind was being reprogrammed, but the next step would actually put her in surgery where one of the clandestine organization’s top surgeons would place a chip in her cortex, connecting the nanites in her body to them to bring her under total control. The slave could be remote controlled, given updates wirelessly, or just left to her conditioning. Each piece of merchandise would be different.

The dark haired slave stared, transfixed, with a smile on her face. As each new behavior routine was programmed into her, the girl’s body was allowed to climax, training her to equate pleasure with obedience. Her brain was programmed to be still, unless commanded, and be ready for any and all commands. The humanity was, orgasm by orgasm, being stripped out of the increasingly docile slave.

No decision had been made on what would happen to Robyn. An older, also dark haired, but slightly graying as she entered middle age, woman, stood next to her tube checking readings at one point. She spoke briefly, big words that Robyn did not understand anymore, to another slave who guarded the tubes in this room. The brainwashed slave could be auctioned to the highest bidder, kept on site to serve, or otherwise placed. To the older woman, the girl in the tube before her was just a piece of merchandise to be used as was deemed fit. As Robyn orgasmed for an infinite time, she found no reason to disagree.

One memory at a time, her old life drifted away. Childhood, proms, school, and the girl’s recent fascination with Kira all faded away as new orders faded in. Robyn served one purpose: to please. It didn’t matter how, she had no say in that, but just that she pleased mattered at all.

Previous to Robyn’s time in the brainwashing tube, soaked in water and nanites, her earliest memory had been an image of her mother riding a horse when she was a small child. The newly reprogrammed merchandise named Robyn only remembered an existence spanning a few days. Her programmers, the middle aged woman the most prominent, or, rather, an equal to another man whose face she now saw, had given her the last few days so she could see the previous errors the girl had made in regards to Kira. However, these memories also encouraged her obedience because of their association in her deeply programmed mind with how she got to be staring blankly in this tube. She was so proud of herself for becoming a nuisance and, thus, needing to be captured and conditioned. Robyn would do it every time.

After an unknown time to the dark haired slave, the light show and noise stopped. The door to her conditioning tube opened with a loud swoosh. Robyn continued to stare straight ahead, the lights and spirals burned into her mind’s eye. A few moments, or an eternity, passed before the older woman from before came into her visual range, making the slave’s head turn toward the woman, whose waist length hair hung down over her face as she smiled down at the girl.

“Hello, little Robyn.” The dark haired woman began. She paused as the water filtered out of the tube into a now open drain below. “Stand up, please.”

Automatically, the deeply brainwashed slave known as Robyn stood up in the tube, stepped out, and snapped to attention. She stared straight ahead, hair matted to her face, dripping wet, and waited, empty headed, for the older woman’s next command.

The older woman stepped in front of the slave, stared at her face and waved a hand. “This never stops being fascinating. Your mind is not only slowed down, but just plain off.” She paused as Robyn’s eyes followed her pacing back and forth. “Visually, you watch me because it is all you know. My voice has complete control. Your only purpose is to observe my movement, or vocalization, and obey it.” She smiled at the drip of cum which joined the water droplets falling down the girl’s right leg.

Out of her pocket, the woman pulled a small black box with a handful of buttons. The slave monitoring the other tubes in the room, a blond with the name “Megyn” written in pink on the tag hanging from the black collar around her neck, looked up, stopped what she was doing, and stood in front of the woman. Dressed in a skintight green dress, augmented, beach ball sized, breasts shooting out and platform stiletto heels making her toned legs look quite appealing, Megyn quietly spoke, “Ma’am, how will Megyn obey?”

“Dry your new sister off. She must be freezing.” Robyn was cold, but her needs didn’t matter, unless someone specifically instructed her that they did. Megyn grabbed a towel, there were plenty on racks, and ran it over the unmoving girl’s body. She dried her breasts, crotch, and got her hair to where it was only a bit damp. The smiling blond slave stopped right in front of Robyn’s face, lips near each others, but, after pausing, just patted the dark haired slave’s face dry.

Megyn stepped away from Robyn so their superior could examine the slave. “Lovely, thank you dear.” The woman nodded and smiled approvingly at the blond slave. “Good girl. Return to your duties.”

Megyn did not speak, but only obeyed the directive. Robyn waited blankly, deep in her mind content to be warmer, and wondering why her nakedness didn’t bother her, eyes wandering toward the woman who she served. “Slave,” the woman began, “it’s time for you to go through further processing. We need to continue processing you so you’ll always be a good girl.” Another slave, dressed in pink latex from collar to feet, brought a pair of clear blue platform heels for the girl. Automatically, Robyn slipped into them, her toned butt extended out as she mindlessly pushed her breasts forward.

The woman pushed up Robyn’s hair so a collar could be snapped around her neck. Quietly, the slave’s superior clipped a name tag to the collar with “robyn” written in pink cursive writing. “Robyn, you will report to conditioning room 12. The man you will find in the room will instruct you from there.”

Robyn did not speak. A soft smile on her face, the raven haired slave girl walked out of the room, heels clicking on the metal floor, and left the room for further conditioning.

Sometime around the same time Robyn was being dried off by her sister slave Megyn, Kira was also toweling off after a shower. Benjamin was taking her to a nice dinner along with Miles and Annika. The restaurant was in the high end part of their town, where upper-class people dined. The boys would be wearing jackets and ties, and the girls wearing nice dresses. Ever since the college association began to allow student athletes to profit off their athletic accomplishments, it had become easier for athletes to take their girl out to a place like this without relying on some scumbag booster for help.

Which Kira still wasn’t accustomed to yet. Being more feminine was fine, Benjamin let her get away with ballet flats most of the time, but these kinds of very dressy outings still made her uncomfortable. In Annika’s bedroom, where they had met to get ready and meet their boyfriends, she found the blond applying mascara. “Oh, great, you’re done! We have to get you ready.” The blond’s enthusiasm was hard to keep up with sometimes. However, her and Miles were deeply in love; Kira was very happy for her.

Annika, already in her spectacular red dress, with sky high heels of the same color, walked over to the closet and pulled Kira’s dress out of the plastic it hung in and put it on the bed. The dress was silver, and looked quite tight in the appropriate spots. Dark pantyhose and black pumps were layed on the bed by the blond as well. Kira sighed as she put on her underwear and bra. This was very nice and all, but she was much more comfortable with a night in than a night in public. Flaunting herself like this still, despite her brainwashed state, made her uncomfortable.

Kira slipped into the dress and pantyhose. Annika helped her with her makeup, a little heavier than usual, and tied her hair up so a few of her red curls dangled down to her shoulders. She put on the pumps and walked, beginning to become better at walking in heels, to the blond’s wall length mirror.

The two brainwashed girls stood silently for a moment. “You look amazing,” Kira remarked to Annika.

Annika smiled and ran a white tipped finger over her friend’s arm. “So do you. Benjamin is lucky.” She hugged Kira tightly. Before Kira could react, Annika’s door chimed that there was someone waiting in the dining area for them. The girls took each others hand and walked out to meet their Masters. Annika led Kira down the stairs to where they found their Masters waiting in the hall. Annika went over and greeted Miles, who kissed her gently on the forehead.

Kira paused at the bottom of the stairs. Her mouth was slightly open in surprise at how handsome Benjamin looked in a jacket and tie. As would become his trademark for years afterward, he wore a sweater over the button down shirt. Benjamin looked just as surprised at his slave’s elegant silver dress and heels.

“Hi,” Kira began, taking the initiative to walk over and kiss him. “Wow.” She stared for a moment. “You are really handsome.”

“Wow yourself.” Benjamin smiled and kissed her back. “You look amazing.” Kira blushed deeply and leaned into him as he took her arm in his own. That evening, Kira remained on her Master’s arm for most of the night. They ate dinner at the fancy restaurant and then retired back to Benjamin’s apartment to be more intimate.

That night, they made passionate love, deeply enthralled to each other. Kira, as she had been taught, ground down on Benjamin’s cock, pleasure riding through her body as her small breasts bounced up and down above him. Before her Master came, he pulled her down to him and kissed her hard, pulling their heads together as he shot cum inside of her. The redhead flopped off of him headfirst onto the pillow on the other side of the bed.

“I keep saying this,” Benjamin began as he pulled Kira close, “but ‘wow’.” Both of them laughed and Kira slid next to him and the lovers kissed.

The redhead looked over at her Master’s bookshelves and a thought popped into her head and she lovingly punched him in the arm. “You know, with all the programming I got and everything we’ve done and talked about, I don’t know what you favorite book is. Tell me!” She could sense that whatever he said, it would become her favorite book too.

Benjamin smiled and nodded, getting up to remove a book off a shelf. He handed the book to Kira as he began to speak. “It’s a really old story about a king named Gilgamesh. He is the king of an ancient civilization called Uruk. For awhile, he was a big jerk to his people and they asked for him to get a companion. To distract him from tormenting his people, the Gods sent a wild man from the forest named Enkidu came in the city. After some fighting, they became great friends until The Bull of Heaven was sent by the Goddess Ishtar to punish Gilgamesh. During the battle, Enkidu was killed. Gilgamesh greatly mourned his friend and went on a quest to seek an immortality that is only reserved for the Gods.”

Kira smiled and kissed Benjamin. “Gilgamesh,” she breathed out against his face.

They kissed again. Kira ran a hand over his body. The lovers made eye contact and embraced again, the redhead working to get Benjamin hard so they could make love one more time. In the morning, a young woman would scold Kira for moaning so loudly.

A few weeks, or months, or years, later, Robyn blankly stood at attention on the side of the woman’s desk she had first met upon being brainwashed. She was speaking to another woman, a young executive with crossed, pantyhose clad, legs. The dark haired slave had a hard time understanding their words; one of the first things done to her after being led away by Megyn before was having her brain altered so that, unless being directly addressed, she did not understand language.

That direct addressment came from her Mistress. The dark haired slave blinked into focus, softly smiled, and turned slightly to face the woman, who had turned in her chair to see the girl. The woman said something to the young executive, who then replied with something else, but none of it Robyn could understand.

The conversation went on as Robyn was remote controlled from her Mistress’ desk to kneel, stand again, emulate normal conversation, with a rom downloaded into her cerebral chip, and a variety of role play fantasies. She spoke in three different languages, with the young executive settling on German as language of choice. After more conversation, the executive left, hugging Robyn’s Mistress on the way out.

Mistress approached Robyn, smiling, and applauded her behavior. Pleasing gave Robyn such joy. Her Mistress then instructed her to report to the executive’s room at dinnertime. A final command came in German, turning the dark haired slave’s linguistic understanding to a single language. She then snapped to attention as information about the potential buyer was programmed into her.

At dinner time, the young executive had settled in her room and spent a few hours catching up on data from her business. A maid knocked on her door at one point while she went over some charts to drop off a remote and quickly show her superior how to use the small touch screen to input or look up commands. The next 30 minutes were spent with the maid taking on a variety of positions, personalities, and attitudes. With a gentle pat on the bottom, the maid was whisked out of the room with the executive’s dinner order.

A soft knock at the door brought the young executive away from looking at spreadsheets on a tablet. She pulled her hair out of her face and opened the door to find the stunningly beautiful Robyn, wearing only a practically painted on latex pink dress and clear platform heels of the same color and a doe eyed, docile, expression. The slave’s skin had been lightened from the previous light tan as requested and her top was skintight, as opposed to the cleavage laden girls the German executive had seen around the facilities earlier in the day.

“Good evening, Ma’am,” the brainwashed girl began in fluent German, “Robyn is yours to command. Have you had a chance to read the instructions for operating merchandise, Ma’am?” The voluptuous girl, whose breasts now neared the E cup range, smile contently. “Robyn is eager to help you understand how to control her, Ma’am.”

The young executive spoke a few words in her native German and the girl followed her inside. Dark hair, with pink streaks at the ends, fell down into her face and towards Robyn’s massive chest. Her movement was slow; the last aspect of the permanent parts of her conditioning was ease with wearing at least five inch high heeled shoes at all times. The collar around her neck had a name tag with “robyn” written in pink cursive.

The executive spoke a command is German and Robyn was on all fours. The brunette stood before the merchandise and unbuttoned her skirt. A loud moan and a German swear word came out of the woman’s mouth as Robyn began to service her. By the time she came, she had come up with a bidding price for the girl.

Kira Wetzel woke up from a nap the first day she was home with Benjamin’s child to loud crying from the crib on the other side of the room. She looked up at the clock and saw she had gotten a bit more sleep than expected. Across the room, she picked up their child and held it closely to her. “You need to use your inside voice.” The redhead held the baby for a few minutes until it quieted down.

Kira held the baby up for a moment. “Are you hungry?” She slipped off her top and let the baby feed off of her swollen breast. They sat down in a chair as the child fed while Kira toggled through even more congratulatory emails from friends. In a mirror near her closet, Kira smiled gently at the size of her post-pregnancy breasts. “I should have them be this big all the time.” The thought had suddenly come to her mind’s forefront. Sometime, in the craziness of preparing for the baby’s arrival, Benjamin had taken the time to subliminally suggest this idea to her. She rolled her eyes, but acquiesced to the idea of breast augmentation. That would have to wait until she was ready, which, she realized quickly, was also something suggested to her recently. He was sweet like that.

At the door to Benjamin and Kira’s bedroom, an older, also red haired, woman waited casually at attention. Kira’s mother had finally listened to the songs her daughter had sent her and they had led to a life of service. The attractive maid stood with empty eyes that still had a fixed purpose: obedience. Once Kira was fully settled with the child, her mother was destined to her wooed and then married off to the older brother of one of Benjamin’s closest friends on the team.

The next time Kira was pregnant, she grinned at how inevitable it sounded, another wayward older woman would be brought in as their maid; wash, rinse, repeat. Kira asked for her mother to prepare, she looked up at the clock, breakfast, and to please bring it up to her. The red haired mother insisted on saying please and thank you to any help, especially her own mother.

A message came in from Annika. The budding model’s career was beginning to take off after the announcement of her engagement to Miles, who had been drafted in the first round by one of the top teams in the league. As the baby fed, Kira exchanged messages back and forth quickly.

In between messages, a request for a video conference came in from Benjamin. Cheerfully, she accepted it and tilted the tablet so he wouldn’t see baby or boobs. They spoke, as they did each morning during the season, first thing in the morning before he went to the gym and then practice. They talked about the beginning groundwork of their charity, which would help to build a literacy center for disadvantaged teenage girls, and Kira promised to look over some documents he had sent her.

Kira did not really want to reflect on the events of recent times anymore. She had a wonderful husband, a beautiful baby, and a loving home. As she held the baby in her arms, making beeping noises at it, life couldn’t get any better.