The Complex
Episode 2- Orientation
by TempleSiren_NULL
At 6:00 AM, my alarm went off and the soothing voice of Enya roused me from a comfortable sleep. Before I got out of bed, I reaffirmed my brainwashing, just as I’d been taught to do at The Facility.
“I am a slave.”
“I want this.”
“My old life doesn’t matter anymore.”
The words felt wonderful on my lips. Each one bringing back the memory of the VR-imposed spiral in my mind and the delicious cock of my Master buried deep in my pussy.
I reached down and lightly felt myself. I felt so empty.
I couldn’t help but wonder when I’d be filled again.
I opened the drawer beneath my bed. An assortment of clothing all in my size was nicely folded and arranged. A note on top listed instructions. I hadn’t obeyed a single order since the Mistress Overseer left last night.
I was glad to have something to obey.
Nora, please get dressed in whatever’s comfortable for you. There are dresses in the closet if you prefer. Once you are dressed, go to Room 200 to meet your mentor.
I delicately set my first orders of the day down on my bed and looked at the clothes underneath. Shirts, skirts, jeans, bras, panties…
And dresses in the closet, I reminded myself. I had been ordered to get dressed in whatever was most comfortable. With the right dress, I would be almost as comfortable as if I was naked. I found a dark blue dress with a short skirt and plenty of cleavage and went downstairs for orientation.
* * *
I was again struck by how different The Complex was from The Facility. At The Facility, I spent most of my time in my cell, rubbing my pussy while staring into the VR helmet. I ate in the cell. I exercised in the cell. I fucked my Masters in the cell. I rarely left and I never desired to.
Here, I was surprised to see slave girls all over the hallways. Some were walking together while talking about their latest training session. Others were complimenting each other on their bodies or their progress. As I stood waiting for the elevator, I noticed two girls down the hall making out.
I instinctively looked away, but forced my eyes back to them.
I have to get used to this… No matter how hard it is, I will learn to love women…
It’s my master’s will…
It’s my master’s will…
The elevator doors opened and a short-haired girl wearing jeans and a blue tank top stepped aside so I could walk in.
“Which floor?” She asked as I glanced over at the buttons.
The button for Floor 2 was already illuminated.
“Floor 2, but it looks like that’s where you’re going.”
She playfully smacked herself on the forehead.
“Duh! This is Floor 8, you must be Nora!” She reached out her hand.
I cautiously took it and shook her hand.
Why does even a handshake feel weird to me now? Why is the thought of touching another woman so hard to endure?
“I’m Brooke. I’m your mentor here at The Complex!” She looked so genuinely happy to meet me.
Of course she is. She’s being a good girl and obeying her orders.
Her handshake slowed and she pulled back her hand as her eyes studied my face.
“Hey Nora, it’s okay. We all know what it’s like to be new here, but don’t worry.”
Her eyes took on that beautiful blank sheen that I knew all too well.
“The process here is very effective,” she said with the sexiest hint of monotone in her voice. “Every girl comes here scared of pussy and every girl leaves here in love with it. So long as you enjoy being brainwashed, you’ll fit right in.”
I smiled. “I do really love being rewritten.”
I smiled. “I do really love being rewritten.”
The vacant look evaporated from Brooke’s face and a devious grin took its place.
“Then you are going to love it here.”
She pressed the button to close the elevator doors and I felt the elevator began to plunge.
I wondered if someday we’d make out in this elevator. In the very place we met.
I really didn’t want to do that.
I really wanted to want to.
* * *
Four other girls were waiting in Room 200. It was clear to me at a glance which of them were mentors and which were newbies like me. A black woman and a redhead both eyed me hungrily as I walked in. The other two girls, both blonde, made no reaction at all. They just stared straight ahead.
They’re retreating into trance. It’s so much more comfortable than being here, I thought to myself.
There were six folding chairs set up and we all took our seats. Well, the blonde girls didn’t sit down right away, but one command from the black girl was all they needed.
Room 200 was a simple meeting room, with gray carpet and a TV on the wall.
My pussy dampened ever so slightly as I imagined all the different spirally patterns it might show me. It turned me on so much to think about.
I want to be brainwashed.
I love being brainwashed.
It felt so good to think about.
I let my hand slip between my legs and drag up my skirt. They’d told me to dress comfortably, so obviously I’d skipped wearing panties.
I just needed… a little bit… of relief…
“Oh hey, Barb!” Brooke called out.
The Mistress Overseer walked into the room. She was wearing a loose chiffon dress covered in floral print. I could almost feel my pussy dry up at the sight of the homely-looking woman who I was told I’d beg to eat out someday.
“Hi Brooke. Hi Jamie. Hi Felicia!” The Mistress Overseer had such genuine warmth in her voice as she addressed them. She then turned to me and the other two new girls.
“And welcome: Nora, Leslie, Jenna. I’m so excited to welcome you to my Complex. This won’t take too long, but I just wanted to explain a few things before you begin your journey of Sapphic love.”
I heard the girl next to me, Leslie, just barely audibly whine as Mistress Overseer said “Sapphic Love”.
“I know, I know. You wouldn’t be here if the idea of making love to a woman was comfortable. I understand. But do know that you are only here because you are already such good girls. The Complex specializes in taking girls that are already brainwashed, but true-zeroes like yourselves, and helping them learn how to love women. Your experience here may be different from what you’re used to, but I’m sure you’ll all have a good time.”
She kept her eyes fixed on us as she gestured to the mentors. “I hope you’ve already introduced yourselves to your mentors, they’ll be guiding you along your journey. Being a mentor is the final stage of training at The Complex. Someday, you three will be mentoring your own girls.”
“Now, before we begin, I have a quick video I’d like to show you. If you don’t mind taking a look at the TV…”
Yes! This is what I’ve been waiting for!
I leaned back in my chair and let my skirt ride up a bit as the lights dimmed. My hands drifted down, ready to pleasure-reinforce whatever brainwashing spiral they had for me.
Instead, Brooke’s face appeared on the TV. She was standing against a wall and was being interviewed. She looked so nervous.
“My name… is Brooke.”
I heard another voice from off-screen. It was a woman’s voice, but I didn’t recognize it.
“Why are you here, Brooke?” The video-Brooke looked timidly at the ground.
“I guess… because there’s something wrong with me. My new Master wants me to like girls. He bought me and another girl just to make lesbian pornos, but…”
“But what?”
Brooke’s lips trembled a bit, but eventually she forced out the next part.
“I… I can’t! I can’t kiss her, I can’t even stand to let her go down on me! I want to obey! I want to obey so badly!” It was clear Brooke hated herself for being unable to obey.
I knew exactly how she felt.
“Shh… shh… it’s okay Brooke. I used to be just like you.”
Brooke blinked several times. “I know. I saw the video. But it’s just so hard to believe I’ll ever be fixed.”
“You’ll be loving women before you know it, Brooke. I promise.”
I heard a chair creak next to me. Brooke stood up and walked away. I kept watching the video, just as I was ordered to. The video-Brooke had a trembling smile now.
“You… you mean it?” She looked like she didn’t dare to hope.
“I mean it, Brooke.” The voice said.
The TV turned off and simultaneously the lights came on. I blinked, disoriented by the sudden brightness.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I heard a deep moan. I forced my eyes to open and beheld the sight before me.
The Mistress Overseer was naked now, lying on the floor. Brooke was between her legs, ravenously licking her pussy.
“Ohh… yes… You’ve really been practicing haven’t you Brooke?” She pinched her nipples as Brooke withdrew to answer the question.
“Yes, Mistress Overseer. I’ve been practicing every day, just to thank you for doing this to me.” She leaned down and licked her savior again. “Thank you so much for fixing me. It was so hot, seeing what I was and knowing what you did to me.”
Brooke slid two fingers into the Mistress Overseer.
“It was even hotter knowing I was programmed to thank you when I saw the video. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment. I’ve been waiting so long to thank you. I can’t believe I finally get to!”
I saw the redheaded mentor, Jamie, biting her lip.
“Good girl,” she whispered under her breath.
I felt myself begin to leak on the folding chair.
* * *
The scene repeated itself with videos of Jamie and Felicia, followed by both of them thanking the Mistress Overseer with their tongues as well. Despite how hot it was to see each of them break, seemingly instantly, I couldn’t bring myself to touch my pussy as I watched the acts before me.
Touching myself would be like admitting I liked it.
But I didn’t like it. And a good slave never lies to her Masters or Mistresses.
I was worried that Brooke would come over and start rubbing my pussy or eating me out or something, but she didn’t. She just sat and watched as the other mentors pleasured the Mistress Overseer.
Though Brooke clearly didn’t have any compunctions about touching herself as she watched.
The smell of pussy in the room was overwhelming, but that didn’t bother me. It reminded me of back at The Facility when they turned on the projector and all the girls lined up to watch it.
The Masters would take us one after another, and we’d thank them, just like the mentors were thanking the Mistress Overseer.
No, I thought to myself as I pushed that memory away and focused on my Mistress’s pleasure. Don’t think about cock. That’s not what I’m here for.
I still couldn’t touch myself as I watched, but I could at least force myself to watch.
I was so jealous of how happy every mentor looked.
Finally, Felicia was done. The Mistress Overseer grabbed her floral dress that she had apparently thrown onto the floor during Brooke’s video and slipped it back on.
Much like myself, the Mistress Overseer hadn’t been wearing panties.
She took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Wow, ladies. Just… Wow. I am so proud of the three of you and how far you’ve come. It seems like just yesterday you were staring doe-eyed at me as your own mentors thanked me. Do you girls remember that day?”
With the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen, all three mentors started nodding.
With each bob of their heads, some of the Mistress Overseer’s juices dripped onto their breasts.
“Did you feel like this day would ever come?”
They all shook their heads. Never losing that blissful smile.
I struggled to imagine myself in their shoes. Remembering this day as a distant memory. Finally being able to accept women, and guiding a promising young slave down this path.
I really wished the thought had made me wet.
Soon enough, I told myself.
The Mistress Overseer smiled. “Let that be your first lesson, girls. Even for true-zeroes, full lesbian conversion is possible. That concludes orientation. Mentors, why don’t you give your mentees a tour of the building.”
Brooke smiled and took my hand.
I was so excited to go wherever she took me.
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-Temple Siren