The Complex
Episode 1 - Arrival
by TempleSiren_NULL
This was intended as a quick one-shot, but I had too many ideas I wanted to throw in.
So, I decided to make this an ongoing series! I'm not sure how often it will update, but I hope you enjoy each episode of Nora's journey into loving women!
The vibrator slid out of my soaking wet pussy and I lifted the VR helmet away from my head with a smile. A man’s deep voice echoed through the speakers in the prison cell I’d learned to love.
“Congratulations, Nora. With that final session, your brainwashing is complete.” My clit throbbed at his words.
“Thank you, Master. Obedience is pleasure,” I said as I caught my breath. The final orgasm was still lingering and I wanted to put the helmet back on so badly.
Then a beautiful thought crossed my mind.
What I want doesn’t matter anymore.
I stood up mechanically and marveled at my own posture. I was like a robot, fully charged and programmed to do whatever she was told.
I had been made to want this, but that didn’t matter anymore.
I was so proud to be a slave. I was so glad they had found me and taken me from my family. They might miss me, but I wouldn’t miss them. This was so much better.
“We have one final test for you, Nora. Please go to Room 106.”
I wasn’t sure what there was to test at this point, but that also didn’t matter. It wasn’t my purpose to question.
“My purpose is to obey,” I said as the iron bars of the prison door slid aside. I stepped into the hallway and someone called out to me.
“Nora! Nora, you’ve got to run! You’ve got to get help.”
The voice was familiar. I was sure that if I turned to look I would recognize the girl from my past life. The girl who thought I still cared about what she wanted.
As if that mattered anymore.
With a smile on my face, I walked away from the screaming girl and made my way to the stairwell. Eager to take whatever test was waiting for me in Room 106.
* * *
Near the bottom of the stairwell, a door opened and another slave-girl began walking alongside me. We didn’t look at each other. We didn’t speak. We simply obeyed. I briefly wondered if she was taking the same test I was. I would find out soon enough.
The two of us continued our spiral downward towards the ground floor. Every step echoed in the cement chamber. I was reminded that this facility did in fact used to be a real prison. I wasn’t sure how my masters acquired it, but it honestly didn’t matter.
It felt good to be trapped here. The headset taught me that, and my pussy dampened as I remembered the orgasms I’d had while staring at the iron bars. Loving that it kept me trapped night after night. The orgasms were so much better knowing that even if I somehow broke the brainwashing, I wouldn’t escape.
“My training is complete,” I whispered to myself. I didn’t have to worry about breaking my brainwashing anymore. After this test, I would finally be sold off for my Masters’ financial gain. Maybe I would be a brothel slave, maybe I would be a dutiful housewife to a sadistic man with more money than manners.
No matter where I ended up, I couldn’t wait to start my new life.
“Just one more test,” the girl beside me whispered.
I smiled as I realized we were thinking the same thing.
Just as we were conditioned to.
* * *
The black man who had taken my virginity was sitting at a desk in Room 106. He was wearing a charcoal suit and a black tie. He honestly looked like some kind of government agent, though the idea was laughable considering what he’d done to us.
He looked strikingly handsome in that suit, though I was more than a little disappointed that he wasn’t naked. I had hoped that my final test would be getting fucked in the ass or something like that, though it occurred to me that wouldn’t be much of a test. He motioned to a large couch placed along the far wall and the other slave-girl and I each took a seat.
“Jennifer, Nora, you two have done an exemplary job with your brainwashing. You have completed every stage and are ready to be delivered to the new masters who bought you.” His eyes narrowed slightly as his dark brown eyes bored into me.
“How do you feel about that?” The question made me smile.
I don’t remember being trained to respond a certain way, though I realized I must have, considering Jennifer and I responded in unison.
“It makes me happier than anything in the world, Master.” I shivered as I heard her voice harmonize with mine. God, I was more brainwashed than I thought.
“Very good girls, we just have one final test before you go. Each of your new masters expects Sapphic acts to be performed by his slaves.”
A cold, sharp tension formed in the back of my mind, though it instantly dissolved. I pretended not to notice.
“It is rare, but occasionally the slavish obedience we instill in our subjects is not reflected in their orientation. The two of you will lick the other to orgasm, just to ensure there are no issues.”
“Yes, Master.” We responded in unison. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
“Jennifer, you first,” he said as he leaned back. I watched his hand slide under the desk; though I couldn’t tell what it was doing. I hoped he was pulling his cock out.
If I could think about that, then what Jennifer was doing wouldn’t matter anymore.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was so beautiful as she obeyed. She stood off the couch and moved in front of me. She had pale blonde hair and even paler skin. Her bright blue eyes made her look like a princess.
And in those eyes I saw nothing but desire to obey.
Why don’t I feel that way?
I pushed the traitorous thought away. I am a good slave. I am a good slave. Maybe I was straight before they took me, but that didn’t matter anymore.
As her tongue met my clit and the wrongness of the act shook out through my body, one thing became abundantly clear.
It definitely did still matter.
* * *
I don’t know how long I sat on that couch while Jennifer ate me out. It was certainly the longest I’d been touched without experiencing an orgasm. I closed my eyes and whispered mantras to myself over and over again.
I want this. My sexuality doesn’t matter anymore. I want this. My sexuality doesn’t matter anymore.
But it was fruitless. My pussy was wet, but I couldn’t smell myself. Jennifer’s lust wafted through the air, unanswered. The wetness was from her tongue and nothing else. Eventually I opened my eyes and saw my first Master staring at me as he wrote something down.
It had been a notepad, he hadn’t been touching himself at all.
That made this all so much worse.
“Jennifer, you may stop. You’ve passed the test.” Jennifer stood up as her own drool dripped down onto her breasts. Her blissful smile betrayed no awareness of the situation I was in. Of how terrible everything was right now.
“Nora,” he said without looking up from his notebook, “we don’t need to test you, it’s clear that–”
“I’ll do it!” I chimed in. I wanted to be a good slave. I wanted to pass the test. I’d lick girls to obey. I knew I could do it if I tried.
Master very slowly set down the notebook. His eyes flashed at me with an anger I hadn’t seen since I made the terrible mistake of trying to stop him during our first time.
“Jennifer, strike Nora.” There was a cold anger in his voice. She didn’t hesitate.
A painful warmth bloomed across my cheek, as she slapped me, but it barely registered. The thoughts bouncing around my head were so much worse.
I couldn’t obey.
I couldn’t even orgasm from her tongue. Why did I think I could lick another girl?
And worst of all:
I spoke out of turn.
I wished Master had slapped me. It would have hurt more, though he probably didn’t want to damage his merchandise.
Besides, the sight of Jennifer obeying another command was punishment itself. She got to obey two commands, I had obeyed none.
Master stood up. “Nora, I will forgive that indiscretion assuming it doesn’t happen again. I understand you are under an extreme amount of stress right now, and that you were trying to obey a previous order. The mind does strange things under stress. Did Jennifer’s slap help set your mind right?”
I nodded earnestly.
“Good,” he said smiling. “Then thank Jennifer for slapping you.”
I turned to the beautiful slave beside me.
“Thank you for slapping me, Jennifer. I deserved to be punished for speaking out.” My hands were trembling as I spoke. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
“You’re very welcome, Nora. It was an honor to assist in your training.” Her voice was so smooth, so perfect. There was no conflict in her mind.
“Very good. Now kiss each other.” My heart pounded again.
Jennifer closed her eyes and leaned in. Her soft body moving uncomfortably close to mine. Her smooth face, her perfect features.
I wanted to want her… I wanted to so badly…
But as much as I tried to force it to happen… As much as I tried to obey…
“I can’t!” I cried out. Jennifer raised her hand to slap me again.
“Stop, Jennifer.” Her hand fell limply to her side. Master flipped a page in his notebook and began scribbling something down.
“It’s okay, Nora. These things happen. Our process brings out lesbian tendencies in our subjects, but some girls just happen to be a true zero on the Kinsey scale.” He ripped out the page and handed it to me.
“We’ll be sending you to The Complex, a special facility much like our own that deals with exactly this issue.” I looked at the page and my eyes glazed over, as my mind refused to read the orders meant for another slave.
I looked back to Master. “Take that to the front desk. They’ll arrange transportation to The Complex, and you’ll be licking pussy in no time.”
My heart finally calmed. It felt so good to be taken care of by such an amazing Master.
“Thank you, Master.” I bowed, and made my way to the front desk.
I couldn’t wait to have this broken part of me fixed.
* * *
The performative clothes I had to wear so outsiders wouldn’t think I was a slave itched terribly. It felt so wrong to be covered after spending months nude, but I understood their necessity.
Even if I didn’t, it wasn’t like that mattered anyway.
I stepped out of the car, and the working slave who had been my chauffeur drove away.
I was so incredibly jealous. She got to live as a slave. I still needed more training.
This is Master’s will, I reminded myself, It’s not your fault you’re a true-zero. Just let them brainwash you more and soon you’ll be a sold-and-serving slave.
I imagined myself standing before the Master who bought me. I imagined he had a wife who would only tolerate buying a slave if it was someone who pleasured both of them.
I have to learn to like this. I have to be a good slave for my new Master.
I looked up at The Complex. It looked like the college dorm one of my friends from my previous life used to live in. I supposed it had been bought and renovated for brainwashing slaves much like The Facility had been.
I took a deep breath, and walked into my new life; silently praying that there was at least one cock in there.
The lobby was so unlike the one at The Facility. It felt like the reception area at a high-end therapist’s office. Dozens of potted plants were hung from the ceiling and an artificial waterfall in the corner filled the lobby with a soothing ambience. A plump woman wearing a sweater and a thin pair of glasses sat behind the reception desk typing away at her computer while sipping on an iced tea.
“Excuse me, my name is Nora.” Her eyes left her computer screen and met mine. She couldn’t have been more than forty, but her smile had the same kind of warmth I’d expect in my own grandmother.
“Of course, Nora! We’ve been expecting you…” She quickly tapped a few last things into her computer before standing up and walking around the desk.
“We are so happy to have you joining us at The Complex.” She reached out to shake my hand and I tentatively took it. Her hands were gentle, but there was also a strength to her grip.
That single human connection somehow made me feel safer and more supported than I had during my entire time in The Facility.
It was honestly hard to process.
“My name is Barbara Winfield. Technically my title is Mistress Overseer, but everyone just calls me Barb.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“Y-you’re the Mistress here?” She smiled warmly at me again.
“It’s Mistress Overseer honey, but don’t worry about that right now.” She took my hand and began leading me toward the elevator. She called out to a woman vacuuming. “Hey Linda, I’m going to show Nora her room. Do you mind watching the front desk?”
I could tell right away by Linda’s smile that she was every bit as brainwashed as I was. Receiving the order must have been bliss.
“Sure thing, Barb!” She set the vacuum aside and took a seat at the front desk.
I was shocked to see her take a sip of the Mistress Overseer’s drink.
The elevator was carpeted with muted earth tones and mirrors along the walls showed my sculpted beauty next to the Mistress Overseer’s… relaxed physique.
I remembered my Master at The Facility had taken my virginity. I turned to the Mistress Overseer. I took a breath, and asked the question that had been on my mind since I met her.
“Are… Are you going to make me fuck you?” I stammered. Her warm smile returned.
“Sweet Nora, I’m not going to make you do anything.”
I didn’t know what to make of that. Obedience was my purpose. If I wasn’t being made to obey, what was I?
Her soft eyes must have seen how troubled I was. She placed a hand on my cheek and I looked up at her.
“Don’t worry, Nora. Not a single girl has left here without begging to taste my pussy.”
She placed her thumb on my bottom lip and softly pried my mouth open as the elevator stopped at my floor. My breath caught as I waited for her to kiss me.
Waited for her to force me to my knees.
Waited for her to do… something.
Instead she merely let her gaze drift down between my open lips.
“I can’t wait to feel that tongue thank me for what’s about to happen to you.”
She pulled her hand back and stepped out of the elevator as if our ride to the eighth floor had been the most natural thing in the world. I closed my mouth and took a second to collect myself.
Then, I followed her to my room.
Based on the lobby decor along with the fact that this was a renovated dorm, I hadn’t expected my room to look like the prison cell at The Facility. Still, it was nothing like I expected.
I had imagined a college dorm with posters of naked lesbians all over the walls. I imagined a single queen-size bed with restraints attached to the bedposts that I’d share with my roommate. Likely, a short haired butch woman that would tease me for hours as I stared up at a spiral on a ceiling-mounted TV.
Instead, the Mistress Overseer brought me into one of the most comfortable bedrooms I’d ever seen in my life.
White Christmas lights filled the room with a soft and comforting glow. There was a single twin bed covered with a fuzzy pink blanket. Tasteful prints of flower paintings hung from the walls and there was even a reading chair and lamp in the corner. Beside them, a bookshelf filled with fiction and non-fiction, romance and fantasy, histories and philosophies. All written by female authors.
I picked up a copy of A Court of Thorns and Roses.
God, I’d forgotten how much I used to love to read.
God, I’d forgotten how much I used to love to read.
“Mistress Overseer…” I expected her to frown at me not calling her Barb, but the warmth never faded.
“Why is this place…?”
“So unlike where you used to be?” She finished my sentence for me.
I nodded. Cautiously smiling at her kindness.
The Mistress Overseer took my hand and sat down with me on the bed.
“Nora, this place was designed for true-zeroes that have fully accepted the brainwashing process. I know you want to love women, but from what I’ve read in your file, no amount of force can make you love women. That’s how it is for almost all of our residents.”
I briefly considered that we were on the eighth floor and wondered how many women were here.
Not a single girl has left here without begging to taste my pussy, she’d told me.
She placed her hand on my cheek again. “The purpose of this place is to show you how wonderful being with women can be. Your time here will be amazing if you just do your best to accept it.”
She leaned in close, and I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken.
She gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and then pulled back.
“And that’s the wonderful thing about my job. Every girl sent to me is so eager to accept it.”
I felt my heartbeat slow and warmth tentatively flowed to my cheeks.
“Take some time to get yourself situated. You have orientation tomorrow.”
The Mistress Overseer walked out of the room, and I was left wondering what my life here would be.
I lay down on the bed and looked over the bookshelf, quietly wondering what book to read first.
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-Temple Siren