The searing pain is the first thing I feel as I become aware of my surroundings. As I struggle to try to find the source of it and to make it stop I begin to realize that I am held down by straps on my ankles, wrists hips, neck, and head. I cannot move except to squirm in my bonds.
I try to look around, as I feel the pain ebb, but I realize that I must be blindfolded. I hear a soft, soothing woman's voice say "I'm sorry - we must have miscalculated your anesthesia." I try to respond, to plead for it to stop, but I feel my mouth filled with a cylindrical shape. I grunt, and the voice responds "I know, it must hurt terribly, but it's ok, I will give you more anesthetic before we start again. You were not supposed to wake yet."
I try again to speak, but with no more luck, and I feel a hand gently wipe my brow. "Shhh," says the woman's voice, "shhh, it will be over soon. You must be wondering what is happening to you. We need to map your pain pathways for the behavioral controller. You're being conditioned for your new life as a slave. Relax, do as you're told, and everything will be ok."
I'm shocked by her words as I start to become fully conscious through the drugged haze. "Slave?" I try to say, and she understands me because again she strokes my brow.
"Yes, what you can feel is your neural implant mapping your pain pathways. We're almost done, and when we have a full map your behavioral controller can be switched on. Don't worry - at that stage we can begin the fun part of your conditioning - we need to map your pleasure pathways as well."
I feel a prick in my arm, and my sensations fog again. I feel the pain begin to resume, but this time, while I can still feel it, it is strangely divorced from my body. I am aware that it hurts without really feeling the pain.
I must have lapsed into sleep because the next thing I am aware of is waking again. I can see this time, and I am lying on a soft white bed. My wrists and ankles are restrained, but I am not gagged, and my restraints are not tight. I try to sit up, but there is not enough play in the cuffs on my wrist and I fall back down onto the bed.
A young woman enters the room, and I notice that her thin shift barely conceals her breasts and shapely form. She smiles, and when she speaks I realize I recognize her voice from before.
"Good morning, I hope you feel rested after your ordeal?" She is slender, her blond curly hair tied loosely back off her neck.
"Where am I? Who are you? What are you doing to me?" I ask, frantically trying again to sit up and cover my naked body, which suddenly feels uncomfortably vulnerable.
"Shhhh," she says, "I'm Heidi - I'm here to help you." She approaches me, reaching out a hand to touch my forehead again.
I struggle to avoid her touch, and she smiles gently, pushing a button on the bed that I cannot see that has the effect of shortening the cables that tie my cuffs to unseen points, stretching out my arms and limiting my movements. "Relax," she says, "You have had a difficult ordeal, you must be confused and upset."
"Please tell me what is going on." I ask as she begins to gently stroke my chest with her hands.
"You're being conditioned - you're a slave of the Princess now. I know that must come as a shock to you, but the sooner you learn to relax and accept it, the happier you will be. I'm here to finish your conditioning. We're going to work together to make you the best slave you can be."
"NO!" I cry out - I'm not a slave - let me go - I'm not working with you on anything. Let me go!"
"Relax," she whispers, "you're going to be fine. You need to stop fighting and work with me. This is going to be fun - we're going to map your pleasure, frustration, and reward centers for your behavioral controller."
"What are you talking about? I'm not helping you in any way."
"Don't worry - we all have them. Your behavioral controller is a computer that has been surgically implanted in the base of your brain. It interfaces with your spinal cord to stimulate the nerves that lead to your brain. It means that we can make you feel whatever we want you to feel. In practical terms that means we have complete control over your behavior."
"That's a lie!" I cry - "You're not controlling me. Let me go!"
"Let me show you," she said, and walks over to a computer console in one corner that I had not noticed before, entering some commands and studying readings. "I'm going to release you, but you're just going to lie still for the moment - don't try to move - is that ok?"
I nod. I realize that if she releases me I can easily overpower her. She approaches me, pressing a hidden button near the bed and I feel the cuffs on my wrists and ankles fall away. I decide to take my chance, and push myself up, launching myself towards her, reaching for her neck, but before I manage to even reach a sitting position, I feel a searing pain throughout my body, as though every part of me is on fire, and being stabbed with a thousand needles. I drop back onto the bed, screaming, as the pain is gone, as suddenly as it began.
As I recover my breath I head myself ask in a shaky voice "w-w-w what was that?"
"I'm sorry," she says, "I wish that demonstration had not been necessary, but now you can see that your cuffs are not needed any more - your behavioral controller won't let you disobey or harm me. Are you ready to work with me now?" she asks?
I try to assess my options, and for a couple of minutes I just lay there trying to regain my strength and think of a plan, and then I notice something strange happening to me - I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable. Not pain, but a feeling of malaise, or discomfort.
She smiles at me gently and says "I know what you're feeling, but you can make it go away whenever you want - just tell me what you need to tell me."
"I. I - I don't want to be a slave." I manage to stammer out. She looks at me with a look that seems like pity, and sadness, as I feel a wave of nausea rush over me. I start to feel myself dry wrenching, as my stomach contracts in a painful spasm.
"Relax," she says again, "try to think about what you really want. The pain and discomfort will stop when you relax into your role and embrace what you need to do."
