The van was waiting in the underground garage. Two female figures manoeuvred a third woman with long blonde hair swiftly onwards through the deserted parking lot. Both had a tight grip of the blonde woman's arms, guiding her forward quickly through the open space. The passive woman made no attempt to resist. After opening the rear doors of the vehicle, the woman was pressed inside.
The interior was dimly lit but it was possible to make out what lay inside. Two black padded seats, one positioned against each side-wall and staggered to allow maximum access, faced the middle of the van. The seat furthest from the rear door was already occupied by a raven haired, dark-complected woman. She sat quite still, apparently uncaring about these new arrivals. The seated woman's left shirt sleeve was pulled up and a medical drip protruded from her arm. Headphones, thick and black, covered her ears completely, while a pair of mirrored goggles hid her eyes.
One of the guidewomen pressed the pliant blonde into the empty chair. Sitting calmly on the padded seat, the docile figure then allowed the two women to secure the straps around her arms, legs and chest without demur. After that, she made no protest as her sleeve was pulled up also, followed shortly thereafter by a sudden sharp sting as the needle punctured her flesh. But even this sudden pain didn't cause the inert woman to react. She maintained her calm composure. Like her companion, goggles and headphones were immediately fitted over her eyes and ears.
Submerged in the cacophony of sound and light that immediately entranced her passive mind, the blonde woman didn't even register movement as the vehicle set off on its journey.
Within moments it was just another anonymous white van lost in rush hour traffic.
* * *
She was expected. The guards on the outer doors opened them without demur. Normally she would have paused to admire their sinewy, hard bodies barely concealed beneath the sleek glistening black latex bikinis and gleaming boots, but not today. She had been summoned.
vonda entered the Throne Room.
Flickering flames from the large open fire in the centre of the floor lit the interior of the large room revealing the recessed niches dotted in the walls. Within each niche, shaped like a sentry box cut out of the stone wall, a guard stood at attention, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The impassive, blank eyes of the guardwomen bored into the new arrival, searching for any sign of danger. Forever vigilant, the Queen's praetorians were fanatical devotees ready to die, or kill, to protect their charge. vonda had made quite sure of that.
vonda pressed her knees to the cold stone flagstones and waited.
Beyond the blazing fire, a chaise-longue covered in plush pillows was occupied by a woman in a green silk robe with long flaming red hair. She lay back, reclining with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the scene before her with obvious amusement. Sprawled in front of the couch, on the cushions and rugs strewn across the floor below, two women were lost in the throes of passion, busily licking and sucking each other's newly shaven and pierced pussies. vonda immediately recognised the two playthings as the latest additions to Her harem. Considerable effort had gone into procuring this matched pair of identical twins and into disappearing them both from the outside world. With some relish, vonda recalled the heady mixture of fear and defiant anger they had both had exhibited before she'd set to work on them. But, like everything in her Queen's world, they were soon bent and twisted into whatever She desired, just as vonda had been.
Her own conventional career in neuroscience had been cut short once vonda had been sucked into her Queen's orbit. An inescapable combination of excitement, curiosity, arousal, power and raw desire had sealed vonda's fate and drawn her like a moth to the flame. vonda's Queen had promised her fulfillment, a lifetime of happiness and unlimited resources to pursue her unorthodox activities. She had not been disappointed.
The two slurping sisters continued unabated, their hands teasing each other's breasts as the passion built ever upwards.
"Good little toys," soothed their Queen from the chair, "slowly. Take your time my slaves and entertain me."
The two writhing women mewled in pleasure, tongues buried deep within one another's dripping cunts as they shuddered in suppressed agony as they continued their performance in order to amuse their Queen.
"Ah vonda," She smiled brightly, "such pretty little things aren't they?"
vonda's entire body quivered as she felt the heat build within her.
Maintaining her composure, vonda crawled forward, past the slobbering whores, and eagerly pressed her lips to the perfectly formed foot of her Goddess. The touch of the warm skin, sent electricity through her body as her own pussy began to flow with desire, leaking out from beneath the black latex lab-coat that was the only garment she wore. A small puddle had already formed on the floor beneath her.
"My Queen, i live to please you," vonda recited in trembling devotion.
"You please me very much, vonda." her Queen retorted. Her sharp brown eyes lit up with delight as vonda's eyes rolled backwards in barely suppressed bliss.
"So you have some news for me?," She inquired.
"Yes my Queen," vonda stuttered slighty as she fought to retain her composure. "Mistress Cassandra has taken our bait. The model agency was, as suspected, a front for her recruitment activities. The subject Rachel Griffin registered with the agency last week and received an appointment for earlier this afternoon. It is assumed that she was subdued at this point by slaves of Mistress Cassandra, probably using the fast-acting will suppressant we have encountered previously. We then tracked the subject being transported in a van for several hours before it arrived, as expected, in Mistress Cassandra's main residence. According to our monitoring, the subject has entered the compound and has been located in an underground level for a number of hours, where she is presumably undergoing some kind of enslavement procedure."
"Hmm, so now we just have to wait," her Queen mused. "But this is good news vonda. The plan proceeds as we had hoped. Every moment that passes hastens the downfall of that so-called Mistress."
"Yes my Queen," vonda retorted as calmly as possible.
Turning those sharp, deep eyes towards her kneeling servant once more, the Queen inquired in a voice that left no doubt as to the consequences of failure. "You are certain of your methods vonda?"
"My Queen, i am certain of success. The techniques used on the subject, Rachel Griffin, are of a type that i have developed specifically for this task. The subject's mind is completely unconscious and unaware of the treatment we have given her. Of the two weeks she spent in my laboratory, the subject knows nothing. That time has effectively been erased from her consciousness. Based on the knowledge gleaned from the capture and examination of the two slaves captured from Mistress Cassandra, it is extremely unlikely that the subject will be investigated in a manner that will reveal her prior treatment. Mistress Cassandra's techniques are much less advanced than mine."
A wry smile twisted her questioner's gorgeous lips. "What's this vonda? Professional pride?"
"My Queen, i have no pride. All i am belongs to you," vonda groveled hastily. "i merely meant to state that Mistress Cassandra's abilities are far inferior to Yours, My Queen."
The perfect pearly white teeth glittered in delight. "Very good, vonda. I never doubted you for an instant."
"My Queen, i exist to obey only you," vonda fawned again.
