The club was housed in a small, unassuming, almost anonymous concrete building. That is, it would have been anonymous if not for the signage. A long LED billboard wrapped around the entire building, like a belt, displaying a garish pattern of pink and purple spirals and silhouetted dancing women. Above the entrance was a neon sign in the same colors, presenting the name of the establishment in a cursive font: “Club Spiral.”

“Remind you of anything?” Weiss smirked, elbowing Val in the ribs. The two women stood outside the entrance, taking in the surroundings.

Val rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not like Patti had a monopoly on neon, or the color pink for that matter. Honestly, it’s about what I’d expect for a place like this.”

“Yes, it all seems rather ordinary,” Weiss replied. “But we know it’s anything but.” Even though the club had only been open for a couple months, it – and its other locations across the country – had developed a strange reputation. On the one hand, most of the patrons seemed to absolutely love the place, never saying a single negative thing about it. There was an almost religious awe in the reviews and comments, a sense that coming to this place had somehow changed them.

But that was only for the patrons who left the building. It was dismissed as a conspiracy theory by most, but there were consistent rumors of people visiting the club and simply never coming home. Sometimes they’d never resurface, but other times the missing people would reappear inside the club, wearing a Club Spiral uniform and carrying a drink tray.

Neither Weiss nor Val believed any of it, until some of the Pink Mansion’s regulars started disappearing as well. It came to a head when Weiss was woken up in the middle of the night with a phone call from Alex, who had demoed at the Mansion numerous times with his Domme Marie. Marie, or Lilith as most of the kinksters in the Prism City scene knew her, had gone to the club for a friend’s birthday party, and just like the others had apparently vanished without a trace.

That was scary enough, but then a few days later Weiss ran into Alex at a munch and asked him about it. Rather than react with anxiety, or fear, or any other emotion one would expect when their partner had gone missing, he instead just smiled and told her about how wonderful Club Spiral was. He’d visited after their call, and now had nothing but praise for the establishment. As he spoke, Weiss realized with dawning horror that everything he was saying was almost identical to all the reviews she’d read about the place.

Weiss knew something was seriously wrong with Club Spiral. And even though she and Val mainly focused on taking down small-scale crooks during their nights out as Blanc and Noir, they couldn’t pass up an opportunity to do some serious hero work.

Val motioned towards the front door of the building. “Ready?”

“Remember the plan,” Weiss said. “Stick together, never take your eyes off your drinks, and at the first sign that something is going wrong you bring us right back home.”

“Got it.” Val took a deep breath and shook the nerves out of her hands. “Let’s get a move on, then.”

The two women held each other’s hands as they stepped into the club. The lobby area was far more inspired than the exterior of the building; old CRT televisions hung from a high ceiling, displaying spirals that flickered just a little bit more than they should have. The floor and walls were almost brutalist in their simplicity, unadorned concrete that had at least been sanded down to appear uniform and smooth to the touch. The benches were made out of the same material, built into the wall with only a few spare pillows as cushioning. There was a solid steel gate at the far end of the room, which blocked out the music coming from the club’s dance floor.

Next to the gate was a small reception desk, with only one person staffing it. Weiss had seen pictures of how the employees here dressed, but she still wasn’t quite prepared for how it would look in person. It was essentially just a Playboy bunny outfit, though with a few modifications: the woman at the desk had a thick collar around her neck with a pink heart-shaped light attached to it, and she wore arm bands that went all the way to her elbows. The bunny-ear headband was also a bright shade of pink, with a spiral design adorning each ear.

“Hello!” the receptionist cooed, her voice bubbly and bright. “Welcome to Club Spiral! Is this your first time visiting?”

“Uh, yeah,” Val said.

“Ooh, wonderful!” the receptionist replied, clapping with excitement. “We have a special offer for first-timers! You’ll receive a 50% discount on any Spiral Bunny, with bottomless drinks and up to three complimentary sex toys!”

Weiss blinked. “…I’m sorry, what?”

“Hm? Is there something I can clarify?” the receptionist asked.

“Yeah, I think there is,” Weiss hissed. “We get three complimentary whats?”

“Ah, I see. I guess you two really are new!” The receptionist cleared her throat and smiled. “While we also function as a dance club for people to mingle and drink, our primary focus is on our Spiral Bunny companions. You rent out a two-hour block, and one of our Spiral Bunnies joins you in one of our lounge areas. You can touch her all you want, use one of our sex toys on her – all of which are thoroughly cleaned before each use, I assure you – and ask her to do just about anything! The only limits are requesting personal information and anything that would exchange bodily fluids, such as kissing or oral sex.”

Val realized her mouth had been hanging open for the last minute and closed it. “Th-That’s… there’s no way that’s legal, is there?”

The receptionist shrugged. “That’s above my pay grade! But as long as I’ve been here, we’ve never had any conflicts with any local, state, or federal authorities, and neither have any of our other locations.”

What the fuck… Weiss thought to herself. Marie, what did you get yourself into? “Alright, uh… sure, we’ll take the newbie offer.”

“Weiss!” Val gasped.

“Wonderful!” the receptionist giggled. She picked up a small tablet from behind the desk and handed it to Weiss. “You can choose from any of the Spiral Bunnies who aren’t currently servicing clients. We’re a little busy at the moment, so there’s not too many to choose from.”

“That’s okay,” Weiss said. She noticed Val glaring at her and swallowed. “Um, can we take this over there for a sec? We’re gonna need a bit of time to think about this.”

Weiss grabbed Val by the arm and brought her over to the corner of the room. “Look, I know, alright? This place is completely fucked.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Val growled. “What are you thinking, signing us up for their creepy prostitution thing? We should just burst in there and–”

“And what, Valerie? If we try to start anything, we’d just get kicked out. Or worse, they’d call the cops on us.”

“I’d like to see them try!” Val scoffed. “No way they’d bring the cops here when they’re running all this illegal stuff.”

“You don’t get it,” Weiss sighed, exasperated. “Clearly, they have some sort of agreement with the police, or maybe something even higher. I mean, you listen to the police scanner all the time, and you’ve never heard of anyone getting called out here, have you?”

“Of course I have! They get sent out here all the time for disorderly conduct, fights, kids getting carded–”

“But nothing about any prostitution ring, right?”

Val frowned. “Well… no. No, nothing like that.”

Weiss ran a hand through her hair and peeked over her shoulder at the receptionist. “Like it or not, we’re on our own here. There’s no team of Bureau that’s going to give us any backup. So, we need to be very careful with how we go about this. My thinking is, we’ll either find Marie right away and find some way to get her out of here, or we’ll at least do some recon.”

“‘Recon?’” Val raised an eyebrow. “Why’re you talking like some military guy?”

“I don’t know, I… I guess it sounds right? We’re trying to take this vigilante stuff more seriously, so…” Weiss shook her head and blushed. “L-Look, that’s not the point. Let’s just get this taken care of before the bimbo over there gets suspicious.”

Weiss looked down at the tablet and scrolled through the options. There were quite a few of the so-called Spiral Bunnies to choose from, each with a name, photo, and brief paragraph talking about their personalities. Most of them were grayed out, already claimed by other people at the club. “I’m not seeing her here.”

“Let me see.” Val took the tablet and furrowed her brow. “Hm, yeah. I guess that would’ve been too easy…” She scrolled down further and her eyes widened. “Ooh, these two! I remember them, they used to come around the Mansion for your classes!”

“Oh?” Weiss looked over. Val was pointing at two options, Cassie and Scarlett. They do look familiar… I think one of them might’ve talked to me briefly? “If they were at the Mansion, they might know something about where Marie is. Let’s go with them.”

“Both of them? That’s a little expensive…”

“If it helps us save her – and them, for that matter – then it’s worth it.” Weiss selected both of the Spiral Bunnies and brought the tablet back to the receptionist.

“Great!” she replied, her voice unfailingly chipper. “All you have to do now is sign these liability waivers.” She placed a pair of clipboards in front of them and held out a couple of pens.

“Waivers?” Val raised an eyebrow. “What kind of club makes you sign a waiver before you go in?”

“Oh, this isn’t anything too serious,” the receptionist said. “It’s just that, our décor inside has a lot of flashing lights, and we need proof you’re aware of that so you can’t sue us if you have a seizure or whatever.”

That’s kinda fucked up, Weiss thought. She shrugged and signed the waiver, nudging Val with her elbow when she hesitated.

“Wonderful!” the receptionist cooed, taking the clipboards and placing them behind the desk. “You two will be over at table… 7! Lucky, huh?” She giggled and hit a button.

The steel gate opened, an alarm blaring as it scraped across the floor. Weiss winced and covered her ears. Christ! They should be warning about hearing loss, too!

As soon as the gate was fully open, the receptionist shouted “Well, off you go!” She pushed Val and Weiss inside before closing the gate, which moved a lot quicker on the way back.

The receptionist was not lying about the flashing lights. She wasn’t usually susceptible to that sort of thing, but this was surprisingly intense; every time her eyes tried to focus on something, there would be a flash that disoriented her. She couldn’t make out any concrete details on the size of the space, or the faces of the people inside. All she could make out were those hanging CRT screens, like stalactites floating in a dark pink void.

Val furrowed her brow. “I forgot how much I hate places like this.”

“Yeah,” Weiss grimaced, “not my scene either. But we’re not here to party anyway, right? Just gotta grin and bear it while we get some intel.” She scanned the room, trying to find where their table was supposed to be. One of the TV screen groups kept flashing the number 7 in-between spirals and some other words Weiss couldn’t quite make out.

As she and Val moved towards it, worming their way through a faceless crowd, they could eventually make out a circular area that had been cut into the ground. There was a table inside it with a black leather sofa embedded in the walls, and another tablet like the one the receptionist gave them that also had the number 7 on it. “Think we found our table,” Weiss said.

“Yeah,” Val replied, “and those must be our hosts.” She pointed at a pair of Spiral Bunnies approaching them, their pink bunny ears glowing under the lights of the club. As they got closer, Weiss noticed that they were wearing a slightly different version of the receptionist’s costume, with earrings that glowed with pink LEDs and a number tattooed on their right outer thighs.

“Welcome!” said one of the Bunnies. “I’m Scarlett, and this is Cassie! We’ll be joining you this evening!” Scarlett had their brown hair styled into a short wavy cut, while Cassie sported a dark brown undercut with the top dyed pink. Both of them were curvy, though Scarlett’s breasts were noticeably larger. As Weiss got a better look at them, she realized that they had another alteration to their costumes – the crotches were removed, exposing Scarlett’s pussy and Cassie’s penis. Oh, yeah. Almost forgot this was some fucked-up brothel club.

“Hi,” Weiss muttered. She hopped down to the sunken couch, glancing up at the Bunnies as they followed her in. Val sat down on Weiss’s left, with Cassie at her right and Scarlett over on Val’s other side.

“S-So, um,” Cassie stammered, “have you b-been here before?” Her eyes were wide, darting nervously from Weiss’s face to her jacket to her chest in rapid succession.

“First time. Wasn’t quite sure what to expect.” Weiss narrowed her eyes. She does look familiar. I don’t think we talked or anything, but I’ve definitely seen her at a munch or two.

“Well, we’re happy to have you!” Scarlett interjected. “Let’s make your first time at Club Spiral something to remember! And that starts–” They picked the tablet up and handed it to Weiss “–with your order! Remember, our special deal means you have–”

“Um, yeah,” Val said, “the lady at the desk gave us the whole shpiel. We’re not really looking to drink–”

“She’s not,” Weiss interrupted. “But, hm.” She looked down at the screen and scrolled through the options. Wherever they got this thing, it looks like it’s been through hell. Screen’s all flickery, and this UI has all these weird backgrounds and effects. She noticed they had her favorite whiskey available and smiled. “Yes,” she said, tapping the screen, “we’ll take some of that.”

“Ooh, excellent choice!” Scarlett beamed. “And for your sex toys?”

“I’d rather we not get into that right away.”

“Sure, no problem.” Scarlett stood up and leaned over, practically smushing their chest into Val’s face. “I’ll bring that right over! Cassie, you can hold down the fort for a sec, right?”

“U-Um!” Cassie gulped. “Y-Yeah, uh, yes. I can do that.”

“Great!” Scarlett giggled and stepped up to the main floor, sashaying over to the bar.

Val tugged Weiss’s arm and leaned in close. “What are you thinking?” she hissed. “You shouldn’t be drinking on a mission!”

“We need to blend in,” Weiss whispered, “act like we’re just hanging out and having a good time. Besides, I’m a big girl, I can hold my booze.”

“I know that. It’s just…” Val sighed. “Sometimes you have a little trouble telling when you’ve had enough.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“What are you guys whispering about?” Cassie asked.

“O-Oh, nothing!” Val laughed. “Just, y’know, girl stuff.”

Cassie nodded. She ran a hand through her hair and stared at Weiss. “Um… S-So, uh, you’re M-Mistress Weiss, yeah?”

“You’ve heard of me?” Weiss asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah! I-I mean, yes.” Cassie bit her lip and fidgeted nervously. “I, uh… I’ve listened to a few of your… f-files.”

Weiss grinned. “Have you now?” This is interesting. If she’s listened to my files, she might have a trigger or two I can exploit, get some information she might not share normally.

“Hello, ladies!” Scarlett announced, returning with Weiss’s whiskey on a tray alongside a bucket of ice and a few glasses. They set it down on the table and smiled at Weiss. “On the rocks?”

“Straight.” Weiss chuckled. “It’s the only thing about me–”

“That’s straight,” Val interrupted, rolling her eyes. “She makes this same joke every time.”

“Well, it gets a laugh when you let me finish it.”

“I-I think it’s funny!” Cassie said, a little too loudly.

“See? Some people enjoy my terrible jokes.” Weiss patted Cassie on the shoulder, noticing the way the hostess’ breath hitched in her throat. She turned back to Val, who shot her a glare that said Don’t forget why we’re here.

Scarlett handed Weiss a glass and then poured one for themself. “I don’t think I’ve ever had whiskey before,” they said, swirling it around in their glass. “Should we toast to anything?”

“Never been any good at coming up with things on the spot. Let’s just say…” Weiss clinked her glass against Scarlett’s. “To finding new things.”

“To finding new things!” Scarlett giggled. They and Weiss both took a sip at the same time. Their eyes widened; they nearly spit out their drink, but managed to swallow it before they started having a coughing fit. “Hoo! Hoo, boy, that stings!”

“Sure does,” Weiss chuckled. She tilted her glass towards Cassie, looking at her expectantly.

Cassie laughed nervously and shook her head. “Um, s-sorry, ah. I don’t drink.”

“Fair enough.” Weiss took another sip and sighed happily. She looked up at the ceiling, at the array of televisions dangling above her. It’s definitely an interesting look for a place like this. Maybe a little too flashy, though. Hard to focus on it…

“So,” Scarlett said, setting their glass down and sticking out their chest, “what would you two like to do with us?”

“We’re open to anything,” Cassie added, squeezing Weiss’s thigh and batting her eyes. “And I do mean anything.”

“Hm?” Weiss blinked and shook her head. “Oh, uh, I don’t know. We’ve never done anything like this before, it’s hard to know where to–”

“Show me your boobs,” Val said to Scarlett.

“Oh, these?” Scarlett giggled. They pulled down their top, revealing their large breasts. “My boobies? My massive fucking titties? My super stuffed-up milkies? My honker donker doinky–”

“Are you gonna do the whole thing?” Val asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“Not really?”

Scarlett shrugged. “Then I guess I won’t!” They shook their chest from side to side, making their breasts sway back and forth. “Like what you see?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Val purred. Weiss noticed some of the telltale signs of Val drifting into trance – her relaxed posture, the subtle way her eyes stared through something rather than at it, the particularly dopey way she smiled. Gotta be careful she doesn’t slip into titslave mode. But I thought I’d locked down that trigger?

“Um, Mistress,” Cassie said, placing a hand on Weiss’s shoulder, “what about me?”

“I– wait, what did you just call me?”

Cassie blushed. “Oops! U-Um, s-sorry, Weiss. It just… slipped out.”

Weiss narrowed her eyes and took another sip of her drink. “You said you’ve listened to some of my files, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” Cassie muttered, blushing even harder. “But not in a little while, I’ve been… busy.”

“Which ones, if I may ask?”

“Oh, gosh.” Cassie let out a breath she’d been holding in and smiled nervously. “Well, um, I kinda drifted to some of the, uh… b-bimbofication stuff.”

“Really?” Weiss grinned. Man, I forgot how much fun it was to mess with a subby girl like this. Valerie’s still a lot of fun, but she’s basically gotten used to it by this point. This one, though? She’s totally unprepared. “So, you like the idea of being my stupid little slut, don’t you?”

“Ah!” Cassie gasped. She covered her face in embarrassment, peeking out at Weiss from behind her fingers. “I-I-I don’t know a-about being your, um… s-stupid little… slut.”

“There’s no need to be nervous, dear. It’s hardly unexpected that you’d form a crush on someone like me.”

“A-A crush?!” Cassie’s breath hitched in her throat.

“Naturally.” Weiss inched closer, her breath hot against Cassie’s skin. “After all, I’ve already gotten my claws into that brain of yours. All I have to do is snap my fingers, or say a single word, and you know what you’d do?”

Cassie gulped. “Wh-What… What would I d-do?”

Weiss whispered in Cassie’s ear. “Melt.”

“Oh, fuck…” Cassie purred, her eyes slipping shut. Weiss chuckled as she saw the trigger take effect, a shudder washing through the hostess’ body and a moan escaping her lips. It wasn’t quite a bimbofication trigger – Honestly, I think full-on bimbofication might be redundant at this point – but it softened Cassie’s mind, making her a little fuzzier, a little slower, a little more malleable. “Mmm, god… I can, like, feel it melting. Like, pooling up in my skull, all warm and… and stuff.”

“Interesting,” Weiss purred. “I’m always fascinated by how different people interpret the same suggestion. Valerie and I have run into that a lot, her brain taking my words and putting its own unexpected twist on things.”

“Huh? So, like, you’re her hypnotist too? You two do that… a-a lot?”

“You could say that, yes.” Weiss looked over at Val and chuckled. Her girlfriend’s face was smothered in Scarlett’s breasts, moaning softly as Scarlett stroked her hair and indulged her fixation. “See that? That’s our conditioning at work. She gets real fucking dumb for tits, hers and mine.” But… not theirs? Is she supposed to be going into titslave mode for–?

“Wow, that’s so cool!” Cassie giggled. “Y’know, you should make a file for that. I bet a lot of people would like to turn into stupid tittysluts like her!”

“Um… yeah…” Weiss blinked. What was I…? “E-Except, ah, I don’t think that’d be such a good idea. You shouldn’t be doing that kind of long-term conditioning through files, it should really be something you work on with an actual ‘tist.” She tried to take another sip of whiskey, but found her glass was suddenly empty. Huh? But I don’t remember drinking that much?

Before she could question it further, Cassie had already poured her another glass and swapped it in Weiss’s hand. “That’s so, like, interesting. Why is that?”

Weiss looked down at her glass, shrugged, and knocked it back. “Well,” she sighed, pounding her chest as the burn crept down her throat, “basically, no one responds to the same file the exact same way. I never planned for my melt trigger–” She paused as Cassie moaned again, even more of her brain leaking out of her ears. “Uh, for that trigger,” Weiss continued, blushing, “to make you feel your brain pooling up like that. That was all you. But expand on that to something that’s gonna change your habits, your compulsions, maybe even your personality. You don’t want to leave that up to chance. You need someone there to tailor suggestions to you, remove them if they’re not working out. Does that make sense?”

“Um… like, I think?” Cassie giggled, twirling her hair. “Or, like, don’t think, maybe. Thinking is, like, really hard right now…” She shifted in her seat as one of her hands slid down her stomach. “Mmm… not the only thing that’s hard…”

“They don’t train you to be subtle, do they?” Weiss smirked. She could definitely feel a buzz going now, that slight disconnect between her body and the world around her. She took another sip, longer this time, watching things go fuzzy around the edges.

“Oh, I can do subtle,” Cassie purred. “But you don’t want that, right?”

“Well, straightforward’s not always a bad thing.”

“Then I guess I’ll just tell you!” Cassie leaned in close, her lips brushing against Weiss’s ear. “I want you,” she whispered, gently pulling down Weiss’s jacket, “to order one of those special toys, and fuck. My. Brains. Out.”

“Ah, that’s how it is,” Weiss replied, almost disappointed. “Sales pitch.”

“It’s fre-ee,” Cassie cooed. “And you won’t have to do anything if you don’t wanna. You can just sit, and drink, and stare.”

Weiss swallowed. “Y-Yeah?” Ugh, what’s wrong with me? Why am I getting so damn flustered all of a sudden?

“You should do it, Weiss,” Val chimed in.

“Valerie, not now–” Weiss turned, then froze. “Valerie?”

“Like you… said…” Val murmured, her eyes distant and glassy. “Need to blend in…”

“Yes, you definitely need to blend in,” Scarlett added, gently stroking Val’s hair. “Especially when you have some big ‘rescue mission’ going on.”

“Wh-What…” Weiss scoffed, trying desperately to retain her cool. “Ignore her, she says all sorts of crazy shit when she’s drunk.”

“She hasn’t had a drop, Weiss,” Scarlett retorted. “But, maybe she is drunk. Drunk on me, that is.” They yanked Val’s ponytail and pulled her back between their breasts, giggling as Val melted into their embrace. “Mmm, I don’t know what you did to this girl, but she’s just wonderful. So… malleable…”

Weiss stood up, dropping her glass on the floor. “I-I think… think our time’s up…”

“I’ll say,” Cassie said. She picked up the tablet and held it up in front of Weiss’s face, only now it didn’t display a menu of drinks and sex toys. All it showed was a spiral, pink on pink, flickering and flashing.

“What’re… youuu…” Weiss’s jaw dropped. She’d seen plenty of spirals before, and made plenty herself, but this was different. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from its center. As Cassie moved the tablet from side to side, Weiss found her entire head following it, as if they were one inseparable unit.

“You really should’ve read the waiver,” Cassie laughed, but her voice was coming from miles away. The only thing Weiss could feel was the spiral, falling helplessly deeper and deeper down.

Fight it.

Weiss groaned. It was hard for her to even remember a time when she wasn’t staring at the spiral – no, not staring. She was the spiral. There was nothing else but the spiral.

Fight it!

She felt her jaw clench.

Don’t let those fucking bimbos get the better of you! Fight it!

She screamed and tore herself away. Something clattered to the floor. She slammed her eyes shut and shuddered, panting for air as though she’d been drowning. Weiss tried to curl into a ball–

Her arms couldn’t move. She felt leather against her back, cold steel around her wrists and ankles. And, as she grew to realize as her brain remembered how to think again, she couldn’t hear any of the music from the club anymore.

Warily, she cracked one eye open, careful not to look straight in front of her. Where the fuck…? She wasn’t in the club anymore. Instead, it was a bare concrete room, illuminated by cheap fluorescents. She was naked, strapped to some sort of chair. The air reeked of sex; Weiss was embarrassed to find a familiar slickness between her thighs and a damp spot on the leather.

She waited a moment, unsure of what would happen next. “Um… h-hello?” she asked quietly. No response. “Hello?” she repeated, a bit louder.

“Ugh, god dammit,” a voice sighed. There was a slight distortion and echo-y quality that told Weiss it was coming from a speaker somewhere, but she couldn’t tell where. “I hate the tricky ones. Such a pain in the ass.”

“Hey, c-can you hear me?” Weiss asked.

“Shut up,” the voice replied. Weiss couldn’t tell if it belonged to a man or a woman, but she could certainly tell it was annoyed. “Let me think for a moment.”

Weiss heard a click in front of her, and instinctually looked towards it without thinking. She was relieved to find that the screen she’d been lost in a moment ago had switched off. “What do you want with me?” Weiss questioned. “And… and what the fuck is this?”

“I told you to let me think,” the voice snapped. “Now shut up. Unless you want me to ensure you never think again.”

“S-Sorry,” Weiss muttered. She didn’t know where she was or who she was talking to, but if the spiral was any indication, that was definitely not an empty threat.

It was an interminable silence before the voice spoke again. “Alright, got it.” Weiss heard them tapping on a keyboard before the speaker switched off.

“Oh, come on,” Weiss growled. “You’re gonna force me into some fucked-up brainwashing chair, the least you could do is give me an explanation!”

All she heard in response was her own voice echoing off the walls. Now that the screen was off, she could take a better look around the room. Not that there was much to see; aside from the sleek flat panel in front of her, there was virtually nothing else in there with her. She did notice, however, a pair of headphones lying on the floor. She could still feel the slight indentation in her hair from where they’d been placed on her head. Must’ve shaken it off when I woke up… how long have I been here, anyway?

Weiss groaned and struggled against the restraints, hoping in vain that they weren’t as sturdy as they seemed. Despite her best efforts, they wouldn’t budge. Chair seems bolted to the floor, too. Times like this where I wish I actually took up on Patricia’s offer to teach me about lockpicking. Though I don’t even see a lock here, not sure how much good that would’ve done.

Something shifted behind her. Weiss tried to turn and see what it was, but the restraints would only let her move so far. She could hear a pair of footsteps approaching – one steady with the harsh clack of high heels, the other more muffled and haphazard.

After a moment, one of the figures moved into Weiss’s field of vision. “M-Marie?” Weiss gasped. “What the…”

Marie giggled and cocked her head to the side. She wore the same uniform as the employees of the club, which clashed harshly with her mohawk and tattoos. The only difference was a pair of headphones instead of the bunny-ear headband. “Um… do you mean me?” she asked in a voice much higher-pitched than Weiss remembered her having.

“Yeah, I mean you!” Weiss squirmed, still trying to free herself from the chair. “What happened to you? You just disappeared after coming to Club Spiral, we thought…” She narrowed her eyes and glared at Marie. The woman in front of her looked, physically, just as Marie always did. But everything about her was wrong. The way she carried herself, the plastic smile, the vapid look in her eyes. “…You are Marie, right?”

“Uh… maybe?” Marie replied, tapping her chin. “Or, like, I used to be? But now I’m just Bunny Unit 36!” She turned to the side and displayed a tattoo on her thigh, a number just like the ones Scarlett and Cassie had. “See?”

“Bunny Unit…?” Weiss stared bewildered at the person who had been Marie. “Wh-What… God, is that what this is? Some sort of… dronification scheme?”

“We’re not drones, silly!” Marie – or Bunny Unit 36, apparently – laughed. “Well, okay, we’re kinda like drones. Um… I’m not one of the science-y people, so I don’t know all the, like… speffs… um… like, details, and stuff. But I think the way it is, is like, when we become Bunny Units, we’re kinda just blank slates? Like everything we were just… melts away…” Bunny Unit 36 bit her lip and blushed. “Then, um… as we go on, more of our old selves comes back? But, like, changed. We’re better versions of us. Hornier, sluttier, and… and so much more obedient…”

Weiss watched with growing horror as Bunny Unit 36 fingered herself, murmuring something under her breath – No doubt more programming that they’re pumping into her head. This is so much worse than I could’ve imagined… “M-Marie,” she said, exasperated. “This isn’t you! You were a tough-ass Domme, not some… horny puppet!”

“Mmm, fuck,” Bunny Unit 36 moaned, “I love being a horny puppet…”

“Just listen to me, dammit! You had a life! Friends, family… what about Alex? Are you just gonna leave him?”

“Alex?” Bunny Unit 36’s eyes fluttered. “Who’s…?” She shook her head and smiled, wagging a finger at Weiss. “Uh-uh! They told me you’d try to do something like that! I’m proud to be a Bunny Unit! I don’t need to be a boring old… um… whatever I was! I can just be a slutty bunny and get fucked every night! And so can you, if you’d just, like, stop trying to think and just obey like a good girl! Your friend got the picture right away, I dunno why you’re having so much trouble with it!”

“God, it’s useless talking to… wait…” Weiss’s eyes widened. “My ‘friend?’”

“Mhm!” Bunny Unit 36 nodded. “Wanna see her? C’mon over, newbie!”

Weiss heard the muffled footsteps again, approaching from behind the chair. “V-Valerie?”

“Was that her name?” Bunny Unit 36 asked. “Sounds kinda familiar… but I think ‘Bunny Unit 37’ is way better!”

Val stumbled into Weiss’s field of vision, but Weiss could tell straight away that the woman she knew wasn’t there anymore. There was no sign of recognition in the naked woman’s eyes, only the dull, glassy eyes of someone whose brain had been thoroughly washed. She wore the same set of headphones as Bunny Unit 36, and kept mumbling some sort of mantra that Weiss couldn’t quite make out. “Servsss… ssure… ‘s obee… ‘bey is to…”

“Valerie, please,” Weiss pleaded, tears starting to well up as the weight of her situation truly set in. “Please, it’s me. It’s Madame. Talk to me.”

“Sorry, babe,” Bunny Unit 36 giggled. “Whoever this bun-bun was to you before, that’s locked up nice and tight. The only thing left in her head is what we want in there.” She scratched Val under the chin, and the former superheroine mewled and grinned stupidly. “Gooooooood bunny,” Bunny Unit 36 purred. “Now, let’s help number 38 realize her place in our community.”

“Yyeesssssss…” Val drooled. “Bunny… loves to please…” She lowered herself to her knees and crawled towards Weiss, eyes locked on her former Madame’s pussy.

“Valerie, d-don’t… don’t.” Weiss closed her eyes. “Get us out of here. Take us home.” Even as she tried to plead with her lover, she knew it was hopeless. There was nothing left of her now. The woman she loved wouldn’t come back until her captors had molded her into the shape they wanted.

And soon, the same would be true of Weiss. She knew how powerful their technology was; it was only sheer luck that snapped her out of trance a few minutes ago. She wouldn’t get lucky twice, especially with Val’s tongue draining her thoughts out of her cunt.

Weiss felt Bunny Unit 36 place the discarded headphones back on her head, the subliminals pounding their way into her skull the instant they covered her ears. Open your eyes, they told her. No, she tried to think.

Obey.

Stop… Stop it…

Submit.

I… don’t…

Open your eyes.

Good girl. Weiss hadn’t even realized she’d given in until she felt the burst of pleasure crackle into her brain. The headphones continued to whisper to her, coaxing her into a state of dull acquiescence. Already the memory of her despair was fading, all emotion draining from her consciousness and leaving her blank and placid.

The last thought she had before the spiral switched back on was that Val was mouthing the same words she was hearing, the words which she could no longer distinguish from her own. Service is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. To obey is to serve.

A pink light illuminated the room. Bunny Unit 37’s tongue touched Weiss’s clit.

Two hours later, Bunny Unit 36 re-entered the employee orientation room. The screen had been switched off for some time by then, but Bunny Unit 38 was still staring at it. Her head lolled languidly, and drool had dripped down her chin and spilled onto her breasts. “And how is our unruly new hire feeling now?” Bunny Unit 36 giggled.

“Visssesss… plessurr…” Bunny Unit 38 mumbled. “Plesss… deeennce… t’surrvve…”

Bunny Unit 36 shone a light into Bunny Unit 38’s eyes and smiled as there was no reaction. Bunny Unit 38 did not follow the light, nor did she even seem to register that there was a light at all. “Very good!” Bunny Unit 36 chirped. “I knew you’d come around! And you, Bunny Unit 37…”

She looked down and giggled. Bunny Unit 37 was still lapping away at Bunny Unit 38’s cunt, even though her purpose had already been fulfilled. “Oh, what a good girl you are!” Bunny Unit 36 said, patting Bunny Unit 37 on the head. She looked up at the security camera in the corner of the room and gave a thumbs-up.

The operator on the other end sent a signal to Bunny Unit 37’s headphones, and the mindless woman’s eyes widened as her pussy suddenly sprang to life. “Ah~!” she moaned, arching her back opening her mouth into a perfect “O” shape as her hypnotically-triggered orgasm washed over her.

“Good girls get rewarded!” Bunny Unit 36 giggled. “And you were such a good girl, Bunny Unit 37!”

“Ggguuuhhggrrrllll,” Bunny Unit 37 gurgled.

“Mhm! Gosh, I can’t wait for the other Bunny Units to play with you, I can already tell you girls are gonna be very popular.” Bunny Unit 36 pressed a button on the back of Bunny Unit 38’s chair and the restraints receded back into the metal frame. “Now come along, Bunny Units 37 and 38. It’s time for round two!”

“Yeesssss…” Bunny Units 37 and 38 purred. They rose to their feet, staring past each other with blank indifference. All memory of who they once were – their relationship, their friends, all they had done together – was locked away, buried under their conditioning.

As they followed Bunny Unit 36 out of the room, all they could think about was how wonderful it was to obey.