Hannah was anxious and exhausted. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of travel and endless conflict, rounding up dozens of "special" girls and dragging them, kicking and screaming, to Dr. Wilcox. Some had already been contacted, and some came willingly enough after a few lies, but most of the girls resisted and had to be caught up - which was both physically and emotionally draining. Hearing them scream and beg gave Hannah nightmares, on top of the growing sense of imminent dread that Dr. Wilcox had instilled in her soul.
And now she had come full circle: Lily, her first capture, was in the next room, waiting to be inducted. Lily's regeneration had begun when she swallowed Dr. Wilcox's semen in the van weeks ago, but that physical metamorphosis was only necessary, not sufficient. It laid the foundation inside her, but the structure still had to be built. There had been too many girls in the same situation, and too little time, so Hannah had been pulled off capture duty and brought in to help with inductions. Dr. Wilcox thought her presence would help the girls adapt more quickly.
At least that was the theory, and Hannah was glad the Doctor had shared so much with her. The process was slow, but relentlessly effective.
The warren under the airport hanger wasn't nearly as comfortable as Dr. Wilcox's office, but it was larger and more secure for holding over a hundred girls. The girls were divided into three groups: the newbies who had already been inducted, the captives who were waiting to be inducted, and the handmaidens that Nicole was bringing in. The handmaidens were compliant to the point of apathy - as Danielle had been months ago - and lived in a communal dormitory with decent amenities. The newbies were mostly submissive and kept in small, ad hoc groups on their own floor with limited access.
The captives, however, were real pains in the ass. Each captive was kept isolated and secure until Shelly could verify that the girl hadn't been corrupted by the Shaper; so far no corruption had been found, but that made Shelly more nervous rather than less. Then each girl had to be broken down, inducted by Dr. Wilcox, and forced into submission before she could be released into the population of newbies.
It was a lot of work, but, you know, they were saving humanity and all that. At least, that was the theory.
Hannah approached Lily's cell with her toiletry bag and peered through the window: the slender brunette from history class was lying naked on her cot and reading "The Two Towers". Nicole had maxed out library cards in a dozen cities to provide some reading material for the girls, and Hannah was proud of her for it even if the captives didn't seem very appreciative. The silvery runes on Lily's cell door rippled and pulsed with eldritch light that was indecipherable to Hannah, but supposedly told Shelly that Lily wasn't corrupted.
Hannah opened the door and walked in. Be confident. Hannah was already naked - the act of undressing in front of others always embarrassed her, so better to just skip past it. "Hi Lily."
Lily stuck her finger in her book and turned her head without getting up. "What do you want now?" She was a slender brunette with small breasts that lay flattened as she reclined. Her dark eyes were angry, but she contained it well enough this time. Hannah had been forced to retreat on earlier visits to avoid Lily's fists - she had no desire to fight, and Lily had to make some voluntary motion towards acceptance before the induction could begin.
Hannah set her bag on the table and sat down in the single chair, a few feet away from Lily. "Please come with me to see Dr. Wilcox."
"Fuck off."
Hannah nodded. "I'm sure you'd like to get that inhibitor removed," she said, gesturing to Lily's pussy.
"Actually, I'd rather go without an orgasm for a while than get raped," Lily said, crossing her naked legs to conceal the small softstone cap covering her clitoris.
"You're one of the last holdouts, Lily. We're leaving soon, and I don't want to leave you behind." Returning to the Island... to Emily. Hannah would find her.
Lily sat up on the cot and put her book down. "You've told me all this before. Why do you want me? I'm nobody. Let me go. I don't want to join your cult, or whatever it is. I won't tell anyone anything. Leave, go wherever you're going, and just let me go home."
Hannah stared into Lily's eyes and saw tears brimming. She spoke softly and with as much certainty as she could muster. "Lily, you're never going home. You're too valuable. You're going to Dr. Wilcox one way or the other. Either you come with me today, now, or Mrs. Hapne will bring you tomorrow."
Lily's body shook and her tears finally fell, pouring down her face in great streams, down her neck and breasts. She reached between her thighs and grasped at the inhibitor, but it wouldn't budge, and she threw herself down onto the cot and rolled into the fetal position with her back to Hannah.
Hannah sat with a silent, relieved smile and let her cry. Tears were good - they meant that Lily was finally beginning to accept her situation. With other girls, Hannah would leave once the tears started and come back in a day or two, but time really was short. Let her cry for a bit, and then offer some comfort.
"I was in the exact same place as you over a year ago," Hannah said to Lily's back. The sobs continued. "I know it's super scary, and you probably hate me, but I'm actually here to help you - if you let me. There's no reason for you to stay locked in here forever, and there's definitely no reason to let Mrs. Hapne get her hands on you."
Hannah paused to let her words sink in. Lily had proven to be especially intransigent, but the process went nearly the same with every girl. Hannah played good-cop, and eventually they submitted. The girls' fear and anxiety wore on Hannah's psyche, but she was getting pretty good at getting virgins to spread their legs and accept the cock.
Lily eventually grew quiet and Hannah reached forward and laid her hand on the girl's side. She flinched a little but didn't pull away, which was a good sign. "Let me help you get cleaned up a little. Maybe I can answer some of your questions."
Lily sniffled and rubbed her face as she rolled back over. Her eyes were red and her face was splotchy, but Dr. Wilcox wouldn't care about that - and, uncomfortably, it kinda turned Hannah on. Hannah helped Lily sit up and took her hands. "I'm your friend, and I'm going to go with you, ok?"
Lily nodded, eyes down.
Hannah led Lily to the shower in the corner of the cell and started washing her body and hair. Lily was a beautiful girl, but she'd grown disheveled during her captivity. Lily stood silently, mutely accepting Hannah's ministrations. Hannah scrubbed all over, and gave particular attention to Lily's pussy to gauge the girl's reaction.
When Hannah's soapy fingers first spread Lily's lips she tightened her thighs and squealed, but Hannah whispered reassurance to her and Lily gradually relented. The softstone cap over Lily's clitoris prevented an orgasm, but Hannah gently rubbed all over her pussy to reward Lily's submission. When she slipped a finger inside Lily's vagina the girl moaned and pressed her tummy into Hannah's face. Hannah flexed her finger a few times and enjoyed the wet heat inside her. When Hannah pulled her finger out she raised it to Lily's mouth; Lily pursed her lips at first, but then opened and let Hannah rub her pussy juices onto her tongue.
Hannah held her finger in Lily's mouth and let the warm water pour over them. Lily's tongue was soft and warm. "Not everything worthwhile is easy, Lily. There are hundreds of people excited to meet you, and we've got important work to do together. Your new life can be amazing, if you let it." Hannah pulled her finger out of Lily's mouth and grabbed her around the waist, pulling their tummies together.
