It was again time for me to go to the brainwashing table. I changed into my simple one-piece robe. I wore nothing underneath. I cinched its belt to keep it from exposing my body. I extracted the pads from the bed. I carefully stuck each pad under my breasts on my underboobs, as far up as I could. This was what I had done before. Fear welled up in me. I could do nothing if I was caught.

I left my room and went down the hall. Simply walking on my feet hurt. I entered the room with the table. I disrobed, exposing my naked body. My ass, cunt, breasts, and bottoms of my feet were bruised and in pain. The male attendant looked me over. He briefly felt the back and side of my head with his hands. He stroked my breasts and felt up my cunt. He did not discover the sticky pads hidden under my breasts.

“Cunt, lie down.”

“Yes, sire, at once.”

As I walked to the table I stealthily grabbed the pads on my underboobs. I again showed off my jugs and moved my hands behind my head. I prepared to attach the pads behind my ears after I lay down. On the outside I smiled at him. Only on the outside. Inside I was terrified of being caught.

My future was dim.

My life was going to be a nightmare. I would be a slave to any man who entered my bedroom. Every day in this prison I would be repeatedly raped. I would be endlessly humiliated and treated like dirt by men. I would be desperate to please men, as my need to please men wasn’t going away. I wasn’t any good at what they wanted. I’d be repeatedly disciplined and have to thank men for it. The women I lived with would hate me and snub me. I’d eat terrible food, day after day, washed down with plain water. I would always be lonely. Alone. Yet I would have to pretend I delighted in it all.

There was also the risk of discovery. The shaman could reveal it. I assumed Jenny had made herself forget her co-conspirators. Maybe she hadn’t. Even if she had, she might reveal evidence leading to me. A lie detector would expose me instantly. Perhaps they could discover my secret in other ways too. If they discovered I was no longer their obedient toy, I would be branded a traitor. I would be tortured for the rest of my life, like Jenny. Terror enveloped me.

I couldn’t escape by myself. A rescue attempt might never reach me. Another rescue would almost certainly be a long time from now. If a rescue attempt did reach me and failed, I would be worse off. Again, like Jenny. I also couldn’t imagine surviving long in this terrible place.

Every option was a bad one.

I wasn’t a strong person. I was all about relaxing and having a nice time. I was supposed to enjoy shopping and fine dining and parties. Even if I escaped, I had lost all of those forever. I wasn’t supposed to need courage. I wasn’t supposed to fight. Why did I have to be strong? I wasn’t supposed to need to be strong. I didn’t want to continue this lonely, horrible, terrifying life. My plans for my future were destroyed. I didn’t see any way back to the life I wanted.

I realized something. There was another option. I did have an alternative. I did have a way to escape this hell hole. I could escape it today. I could escape it now.

I voluntarily put my hands down by my sides. The pads were still sticking to my fingers. I laid down on the table.

The attendant pressed the button. I felt an urgent need to sleep. I closed my eyes. Was this a mistake? It was too late to change my mind.

Sleep came rapidly.

Endless, permanent sleep.

I got out of bed and looked at my schedule. I couldn’t wait to start my day. I would show every man who visited me the height of pleasure.

I had been Eva for three days. I vaguely remembered the other girl. Erin. The girl I once was. What a stupid girl. Erin wanted to please herself. She had no real purpose. Every day Erin’s memories faded further. I would retain some of her memories, but I had to work to keep each one. Soon I would forget most of Erin’s memories. I would be Eva. Only Eva.

The other girls in my wing were still displeased with me. Mark’s commands made it impossible for me to share with anyone what had happened. The girls didn’t know their pain was Erin’s fault. As penance, I had rededicated myself to pleasing men. Kevar had returned for a session. He had loudly praised my expert cock-sucking skills. Wing Mother Beth had appreciated my redoubled efforts. She had assured me I was no longer at risk of being sent to endless training for my errors. Over time many girls would forgive me. We all make mistakes, right? Even if some girls didn’t forgive me, I knew it was far more important to please men. Approval from other girls was unimportant compared to the approval from men.

I was grateful to be back at my job. I need to please men, like I need to breathe air. Here I have the opportunity to repeatedly serve men. I can pleasure them. Submit to them. Obey them. Worship them. It’s wonderful. It’s what I was meant to do.

It had been deeply unpleasant to suffer the results of the disciplinary sessions on Erin. Only now was the pain starting to subside. Yet attitude does make a difference. I believe with all my heart that men have the right to discipline me whenever they want to, in any way they want to. I also fully believe Erin deserved it. Yes, it hurt. It deeply hurt. I can truthfully say my pain also helps me demonstrate my loyalty to men. I owe men my loyalty. It is an honor to have the opportunity to demonstrate my loyalty.

I have no fear of lie detectors. I can truthfully tell everyone I’m loyal and not seeking escape. Erin was the betrayer, not me. A deeper probe would show I was doing the best I could to obey men. There’s only so much you can expect from a mere female.

There was one unfinished piece of business. One I needed to attend to.

I walked to the headboard where I’d hidden the sticky pads. Mark had expressly asked me to hide them from everyone, even men. He’d told me to not let anyone see them, know about them, or find them. I had obeyed him. He was a man, after all.

Yet my use of the sticky pads had led to situations where the men in authority were not pleased. When there was a conflict between men, I had to obey the hierarchy of men while obeying all men to the extent I could. The need to please men was established as a requirement for girls by the men at the top of the New America hierarchy. It was also part of my vows. I needed to address this conflict.

I pulled the sticky pads from their hiding place on my headboard. I looked at them one final time. I tightly twisted the pads on themselves. I wound themselves on their centers. I heard “pop-pop-pop” sounds as the complex electronic parts inside the pads broke into useless bits of silicon and wire. I wrapped the broken pads inside toilet paper and dropped the mess into the toilet. I shook my head and flushed.

The life of that other girl, Erin, was now over. I had been so close to disappearing forever. Never again. The battle lines were clear. It was either her or me. I choose me.

I now know a key fact: future rescuers will probably target me. This makes me the perfect bait. I have committed myself to a new plan. If any man or girl tries to “rescue” me, or any other girl, I will pretend to cooperate. Later, at the first opportunity, I will divulge their rescue plan to the men in authority over me. I will work hard with the men in authority to entrap and expose all so-called rescuers. It will be easy. Those “rescuers” will not expect me to expose them. I’m keeping some of Erin’s memories to help me ensnare any rescuers. There are many visible protections outside. I will be the secret trap hidden inside. I will ensure no rescue will ever succeed.

Yes, I know that the men in authority manipulated my mind. I am grateful to them. Erin and those like her are my sworn enemies. I will be conniving and zealous to defend our way of life. Anyone who tries to take any girl away from her proper role will pay dearly. I will gleefully ensure girl after girl joins Jenny in the torture chambers.

I realized I needed to see the outside. I left my room. I was still wearing the short nightie I had worn to bed. I walked down the hall, through the dining room, and into the glass-enclosed vestibule.

I looked out. I saw the future. I saw building, after building, after building, as far as the eye could see. The whole area was protected by bollards, fences, and armed guards. Every girl outside a building was nude, collared, and leashed to a man. Every girl inside a building subserviently obeyed men.

I smiled. No one will ever subvert this paradise created by the men I serve. Through loyalty or fear, every girl will learn to thoroughly do her duty for men. Every girl will submit, obey, and be respectful to men. Every girl will pleasure men with zeal. Every girl will kneel, say sire, and get fucked by men. Every day, every hole of every girl will provide men full and thorough service. As is appropriate. I will help see to it.

I was now confident New America would continue to grow. Soon it will be impossible to stop. New America will spread its values until those values are shared by all across the universe. All men will become kings. All girls will learn to serve and obey those kings. It was so exciting to be part of this transformation of the universe. I am grateful to be a part of this grand destiny. It’s good to play your part in something bigger than yourself.

I’m Eva. I have a clear purpose. I live to serve men. I’ll help all other girls learn to do the same, through either joy or terror. I love my work. I especially enjoy meeting many different kinds of men. It’s a challenge, pleasing different men who have different desires. It’s also a joy, as those challenges give my life variety and purpose. I am so glad to be serving men in this way. I look forward to helping other girls learn to serve different men as I do. My life is perfect. After all…

You meet so many different kinds of men when you’re a temple prostitute in New America.