Disclaimer:
This story is just that, a story. It is a work of fiction and nothing at all to do with the real world or how to treat people in it. All the characters within it are adults. It contains descriptions of nonconsentual sex and other nasty things that should not be read by anybody under the age of 18.
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Smiling, the slave greeted Monica warmly, silently noting her lightly flushed cheeks and newly applied lipstick. It was just after lunch and their co-workers were slowly filtering back to their cubicles. slaveannabel had spent that time at her desk idly eating her specially packed lunch, mantra pulsing through her mind endlessly reinforcing what she was and always would be.
The slave no longer met Controller in the bathroom.
The monica-material had taken over that particular role.
"Hello Monica," slaveannabel greeted her warmly, noting the girl's fresh perfume masking the faint scent of sex that did not escape her highly attuned nose.
"Umm, hi Annabel," Monica began awkwardly, wringing her hands.
Arching an eyebrow slightly at the girl's discomfort, the slave silently urged her to continue.
"Lauren said that you might be moving out..." Monica asked hesitantly.
slaveannabel gave her a reassuring smile. "Yup. I got a new place that's much closer to work. Why? Are you interested?"
Her Controller had simply informed the slave that she was to report to the living quarters above the gym tomorrow. There were no explanations. She had no questions.
The girl visibly relaxed, her awkwardness vanishing. "Yeah," she replied eagerly. "Lauren said...." the material began, trailing off, her flushed cheeks reddening as she spoke aloud the name of the woman she had come to love.
"Sure! That sounds like a great idea," slaveannabel enthused, steadfastly ignoring the material's obvious arousal. "You know Lauren already. Naomi and Jess, the other two in the house, are great. You'd fit in perfectly. This saves everybody a lot of trouble!"
The monica-material beamed with excitement.
"Actually I'm relieved," the slave continued confidentially, "I didn't want my sudden departure to cause hassle about the rent. You know how awkward these situations can get."
The female material was nodding in agreement but slaveannabel knew she wasn't listening. The monica-material's mind had moved on, already seduced by the promise of a new and brilliant future spent with the wonderful woman she thought she loved.
"You'll make the perfect replacement."
* * *
"Hello siobhan," her voice low and husky, causing the Irishwoman to squirm in her chair in surprise.
And more.
"Annabel..." the IT technician breathed looking up at the slave looming over her, siobhan's pupils impossibly wide beneath the new glasses that were steadily burning her identity away.
It was late. Everybody in the IT section had left for the evening apart from the young woman who had dutifully been sitting at her desk pecking at her keyboard, waiting.
"You look perfect," slaveannabel comlimented, her sex sizzling as she drank in the sight of the pale, slender woman dressed in a new mauve top, the high turtleneck enshrouding her long neck in its vice-like grip.
"Ahhh..." siobhan gasped, her voice catching as she shook uncontrollably. "T...thank you Annabel."
The slave's own moist snatch throbbed with desire as she controlled the material. It had only been a few days but the siobhan-material had gone deep, far deeper than monica or even she had been at this stage of her Enlightenment.
"Have you broken up with your boyfriend?" the slave questioned.
"Yessss..." siobhan shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body recalled the orgasmic bliss that had ravaged her once she had completed the task of engineering an acrimonious split with the male. Bile had spewed forth from her mouth. She'd mercilessly wielded every weapon in her verbal arsenal to hurt him. He wouldn't return.
"Good," the slave praised the material. "You no longer need him. He held you back. You never really loved him."
"Isn't that correct?"
"Ohhh..." the material groaned in agreement, "y... yesssssss....."
"You will be much happier in your new home," the slave declared. "You will love it."
Preparations had already been made to house the siobhan-material in the facility where, free from outside influences, she would be turned into the devoted servant of Medusa that she, without realising it, had always been.
The reasons why this piece of material's enslavement was being accelerated did not trouble her. Such questions belonged to annabelthought. But now, mind following Instruction, slavethought controlled her completely. Every synapse in her brain felt as if it was vibrating with pure bliss, singing a hymn of rapture to her Owner.
The smouldering eyes in the pretty freckled face met hers as slaveannabel's piercing stare trapped her prey like an exotic butterfly being pinned to a specimen board by a collector.
Reaching out, slaveannabel ran her hand slowly, deliberately, sensuously, along the fleshmaterial's collar, caressing it firmly but lovingly.
The siobhan-material's whole body rocked in the chair, jerking and twitching as the pleasure consumed her, gasping and moaning in animal lust, begging for more, surrendering to her new desires, already helplessly addicted to the ecstasy overwhelming her body and mind.
Eyes never wavering from the bucking woman, slaveannabel raised her other hand to her own tightly collared neck as she continued to stroke the siobhan-material, skillfully sending the female deeper into a frenzy of sexlust, the material writhing in agonised pleasure as she was brought to the very brink of oblivion. Cunt pulsing with Disciplined joy, slaveannabel relished the delectable slavethought that told her she was nothing more than the living instrument of Medusa's Will as she savoured the bottomless depths of submission now burned forever into this piece of powerless womanflesh.
"It is time to go," the slave finally announced, releasing her captive, the rapturous sensations slowly ebbing from the material's body but leaving her desperate for more. "We will go to the gym for Training."
"Yessss Annabelll..." the siobhan-puppet rasped, rising to her feet unsteadily.
* * *
The light pulsed before her, dazzling her, rousing her conscious mind into what now passed for wakefulness. She was in her Obedience Tube, staring wide-eyed into the curved glass just inches away.
The Spiral she no longer remembered gazing into for so many hours had vanished.
It's place had been taken by something else, something that glowed with power and holiness. An emblem. The focus of her life. The reason for her existence.
Her breathing increased.
Medusa!
The Sacred Symbol of her devotion started to pulse and flare before her eyes, causing her Trained, Disciplined body to respond, the orgasm taking her, ravaging her mind and body as the slave worshipped the Owner of her soul.
Slavethought filled her mind with Purpose and devotion, reassuring her that all was as it should be. She realised that she was being changed. Whatever happened in the Tube was far stronger than the effect of the headset had ever been. Every time she woke, some small part of her was different. But thanks to blessings of slavethought, her critical thinking faculties, that would have previously led her into doubt and fear, had grown ever dimmer.
