"Your clearance code, sir?" The guard, dressed in a sleek, professional looking uniform that looked somehow wrong at first glance, spoke in a series of short, clipped words fired out all at once.
"Four-yesterday-One-Eight-Three." The man leaned forward slightly to look at the guard's uniform. He realized the wrongness was because the uniform was missing any sort of identification or organizational logo; it was just a black stormtrooper's suit. Private security then, he thought. It fit - this place could hardly hire actual police.
"Thank you, sir." The guard moved aside, pulling open the heavy steel door behind him as he did.
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"Hello, there."
The man started at the voice, and turned to see a tall, slim woman in a businesslike suit. She had shoulder-length brown hair, cut in a way that made her look imposing rather than attractive.
"Hello. Uh... I'm not sure where to start." The man stuttered slightly, then recovered.
"Few people are. If you're ready, we can simply begin the showing." The woman's face barely moved as she spoke, and her voice was even and emotionless.
"Sure. Let's go."
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"Do you know exactly how the process works?" the woman asked, voice flat as ever. They walked down a seemingly endless corridor, dimly lit every few yards by fluorescent lights.
"Not really. I was never told many details of exactly what goes on here." He frowned slightly. That had almost kept him from coming in the first place.
"All right. Well, firstly there is a pill that you take each day. It contains two active chemicals, both of which are transported by the body into the testicles. The first is an identifier, or 'tag'. Each 'tag' is very slightly different from any other 'tag'. This will become important later. The second is a euphoric which is keyed to the tag chemical - that is, it will only work in the presence of that specific tag. Neither of these will affect you in any way - "
"Well, if they won't affect me, why am I taking them?" The man looked slightly irritated. He had not come for a science lecture.
"Please let me finish, sir. While neither the tag nor the euphoric will produce effects on you, if you ejaculate and your semen comes in contact with a woman, it will have immediate, dramatic effects. She will first begin to feel a strong sense of bonding - specifically to you, because of the tag chemical. She will also feel a rush of overwhelming euphoria and a strong desire to do anything you ask of her. Incidentally, if you have any favorite sexual activities, doing them the first time will 'imprint' them on her brain and she will always be willing to do them afterwards. The more of your semen she comes in contact with, the more she will become your willing slave. "
"Ah. I had wondered how you could guarantee that promise when I heard about it." The man looked more relaxed.
"There is a caveat. It will only work on a woman who has been ... prepared somewhat with other chemicals." She made a sweeping gesture with her arms, indicating the many doors in the hallway. "Therefore we have found volunteers for the process, women who wish to be owned. The number of those always surprises me personally."
"I see. So, we look at women until I find one I like and then fuck her?"
The woman winced. "More or less, sir, although that is not how I would have phrased it. Are you aware of the responsibilities you have toward your slave afterwards?"
"Refresh me."
"You are required to provide a certain standard of living for your slave. You are not allowed to physically or mentally abuse your slave except as pre-agreed-upon sex play. Those are the primary responsibilities, but there are a few smaller ones you should read up on later."
"Fine. Let's go."
