To my surprise, Brooke didn’t lead me to the elevator, but we started racing down the hall towards the southeast corner of the floor. I saw Felicia and Jamie turn and run to take their mentees down opposite hallways. After a quick one-minute jog, we found ourselves at a small corner office. 

 

“First stop! Gotta record a video yourself,” Brooke said with cheerful enthusiasm in her voice.

 

 

I smiled. I couldn’t wait to watch the video myself some day. Recording it would be the first step. 

 

Inside the office was a simple recording setup. A tripod-mounted camera stood in front of a simple wooden desk with a MacBook on it.  The wall the camera was pointed at was painted green and illuminated by two of those umbrella-light things. A single wooden stool was placed between the camera and the green wall and I made my way over to sit on it.

 

“This video will be used not only when you become a mentor yourself, but also in your brainwashing training. They’ll remind you over and over of the woman you were as they change you into the woman you want to be,” Brooke said as she moved behind the desk.

 

I could feel my pussy weeping with joy as I imagined my mind being twisted. I did my best to smile and put on a nice face for the empty, brainwashed version of me to see.

 

 

Brooke smiled at me. I couldn’t help but imagine her face so close to mine. Our lips would meet. Her fingers would trace lightly up my legs. Reaching up towards my pussy…

 

 

Why was this so hard? I just wanted to be a good, obedient slave-girl who plays with other girls at her master’s pleasure. I tried to focus on obedience. I tried to focus on the thought that being with other girls was obeying my programming. I forced myself to imagine my own joyful face as Brooke squirted all over me. 

 

The image made my stomach twist. The infinite loop of logic that kept me nice and brainwashed was acting against me. I tried to work my way through my mantra.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love how brainwashed I am.

Yes… That felt good… It always feels good when I repeated my mantra.

 

Unless…

 

I imagine myself with another girl.

 

 

And so is she. We’re both doing such a good job obeying.

 

 

Our eyes are rolled back. We’ve been hypnotized so deeply. All we can do is obey. It’s so fucking hot.

 

 

And so does she. We’re both so far gone… So eager to obey…

 

 

I’m so obedient. And I’m brainwashed to be turned on by it. I’m supposed to be horny… Instead I only feel…

Hypnosis turns me on.

 

I try to think of the spiral. Of the visions of women it gave me. I’m turned on. I know I have to be. I’m always turned on when I’m hypnotized… This other feeling… Can’t be real…

 

 

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m not really turned on. I can’t lie to myself. I’m not turned on. I see myself making love to the girl. Both of us are so perfectly obedient. 

 

But I’m not turned on. 

 

I’m just a doll acting out the part she was given.

A living lie to my master’s commands.

 

 

So if I’m not turned on… What if I’m not really brainwashed?

 

Before that terrible thought could be allowed to ruminate. I felt a soft pair of arms wrap around me. Shaking me out of the self-hypnosis loop I had accidentally started.

 

“Be careful, Nora. It’s dangerous to think too much at this stage.” She pulled back and I saw the same scared girl I saw in her own video. She looked almost exactly the same. The real Brooke’s hair was an inch or two longer. 

 

I couldn’t help but wonder how fast the process would be.

 

“Don’t let yourself fall into loops,” she said with a newfound seriousness.

 

I blinked a few times, remembering that she had suddenly hugged me before the video.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

“Hypnotic loops. What you just did. You were reciting some mantra you were taught from wherever you came from before here. It’s easy to get stuck in contradictions.”

 

Brooke’s hands gripped my shoulder and her gaze pierced into my eyes.

 

I’d like to say her eyes were like two spiral voids that I let myself fall deeply into. Instead, I saw something else.

 

Real concern.

 

The concern a friend would have when talking someone out of something seriously stupid and dangerous.

 

I wondered if the girl I left behind at The Facility had the same look on her face when she tried to stop me. Though I didn’t bother to wonder who the girl even was.

 

“I know it’s hard. You’ve been trained so well and you just want to obey.” Brooke wasn’t a slave or a mentor right now. She was just another girl trying to keep her new friend safe. I wanted to think of her that way, as a friend.

 

Instead, I reflexively squeezed my pussy when I heard that word obey. I knew this isn’t how they wanted me to think, but I was too well-trained.

 

 

 

The conflict must have been obvious because Brooke was suddenly shaking me.

 

“Hey! We have a video to record.”

 

I blinked several times and returned to reality.

 

Brooke’s right. Regardless of anything else, my masters ordered me to complete my training here. I couldn’t let anything, even my own programming, distract me from completing my training.

 

I smiled and looked into the camera.

 

“Sorry, I’ll stay more focused…” I said with a beautiful monotone in my voice. Then, I felt myself slip fully awake. “I’m… ready to record, Brooke.”

 

By the end of the sentence, the monotone had faded. I would be good and awake for this part.

 

Brooke moved back behind the computer. A red light flicked on at the top of the camera.

 

“Good,” she said. “Looks like everything is… good! Yeah, it’s recording. Okay, let’s begin.” She clicked a few times.

 

“What is your name?”

 

I stared into the center of the camera, as if it was about to emit some strobe that would turn off my rebellious mind.

 

“My name is Nora,” I said with an innocent, cheerful smile on my face.

 

“Why are you here, Nora?” she asked. I could see Brooke’s hand slide beneath the desk. Was she taking notes like my master at The Facility?

 

“There’s… something wrong with me…” I answered truthfully while mirroring Brooke’s own response. I saw her eyes widen for a split second. Her mouth gaped as she gasped reflexively. Just as quickly, Brooke’s expression returned to that cheerful girl that welcomed me on the elevator.

 

She was touching herself; my submission was turning her on. The fact that I intentionally mirrored her answer must have only intensified it for her. I continued my response.

 

“My new master wants me to like girls. I like to imagine it was his wife’s condition for buying me…”

 

 

I let tears fill my eyes. The conflict that tore me apart had been forgotten, just as I had been ordered. However, I could still let myself experience the emotion. My mind was in total control and my mind was totally enslaved.

 

I let my face fill with despair. Brooke grinned in response. She knew exactly what I was doing.

 

“But then what’s wrong, Nora? You seem to have everything figured out.”

 

I let the terror from earlier fill me. I gave the camera my most desperate, pleading look.

 

“I can’t do it, Brooke! I want to be a good girl so bad!”

 

I remembered what felt like years at The Facility. I remembered the moment I finally surrendered. The moment where I realized my free will only held me back. It had been so amazing. So liberating. 

 

That perfect moment. The moment when I realized slavery was bliss. When I realized I would never be anything but a good obedient girl.

 

Not once have I ever wanted to go back. Not once had I ever felt any doubt.

 

And now that doubt was present in my mind, it was so painful.

 

So brutally painful.

 

Real tears began to fill my eyes. 

 

I could see the other slave. The girl they had ordered to lick me. I remembered the shame as her wet tongue met my dry pussy. I remembered the stress, intense enough that I almost disobeyed a direct order just to prove myself.

 

 

The light above the camera was still flashing. Still recording my confession.

 

“Please!” I nearly fell off the stool as I pleaded. “Please, Brooke! Help me! I want to be good! I want to obey! Just destroy the part of my mind that disobeys!”

 

I imagined a machine. A special machine that showed me the spiral just like all the others. The only difference was that in the center of this spiral, there was a beam of energy. The beam would be filtered through my eyes and burn away the disobedient part of my brain. I wanted this so much. I wanted it to go away.

 

I wanted it to die.

 

Brooke’s arms were around me again as I fell into sobs. She was still matching her own video’s energy.

 

Almost like she was following a script.

 

“Shh… shh… it’s okay Nora. I used to be just like you.” 

 

I blinked several times, and continued acting out the part Brooke had played in her own video.

 

“I know. I saw the video. But it’s just so hard to believe I’ll ever be fixed.”

 

Brooke’s hands cupped my face. I saw her beautiful, warm, eyes again. I imagined the spiral cutting into her. Burning away the part of her that resisted women. Leaving her blank and empty and obedient.

 

But her eyes weren’t empty. They were warm. Filled with kindness. Filled with understanding for my pain and a quiet assurance that it would all be okay. 

 

No part of her was missing. Nothing had been removed.

 

She had been repaired. Adjusted to meet her master’s desire.

 

“You’ll be loving women before you know it, Nora. I promise.”

 

It was a script. It was the exact same words Angela had said in her video. But those warm, blue eyes gazing into mine weren’t lying. She spoke from experience. She had learned to love women. She’d actually done it.

 

And she’d be there with me every step of the way while I learned too.

 

“You… you mean it?” Even if it had worked for Brooke, it still felt impossible to believe it would work for me.

 

“I mean it, Nora.” 

 

If she had tried to kiss me right then. I would’ve let her.

 

I wouldn’t have enjoyed it, but I wouldn’t have stopped her.

 

The light stopped blinking on the camera.

 

Brooke smiled. “Perfect. That was great, Nora.” She began typing something and then after a few clicks, she closed the laptop.

 

“Okay, now we can actually start the tour. First stop: The Clinic.”

 

* * *

At The Facility, there had also been a clinic. I remembered a bald doctor who never removed his face mask except to smoke. I remembered him poking and prodding me. I remembered when he’d hook me up to different machines that zapped me. He never told me what the tests were and they always hurt.

 

Then, I remembered my first visit after losing my virginity.

 

The doctor had been the second man to claim my body.

 

 

He claimed me every time I visited him.

 

At first, I hated him. Now, I missed him.

 

 

The trained thoughts echoed in my mind as I walked into the pristine white room on the first floor. A cheerful Latina woman wearing scrubs greeted me.

 

“Well hello there,” she said while checking a tablet, “Let’s see… Oh! You must be Nora. Come in! Take a seat on the table please.”

 

Her hair was black but her un-dyed roots were gray. This woman was middle-aged, just like the Mistress Overseer. Though she was in much better shape. Her body was exceptionally lean, like a long-distance runner. 

 

It was nice to know that she took care of herself.

 

I took a seat on the exam table and waited for the doctor to start feeling me up.

 

I only then realized I was still dressed.

 

This is so weird… I thought to myself.

 

The new doctor did all the normal stuff that nurses and doctors would do back before. She took my blood pressure, listened to my heart and lungs, and even drew some blood.

 

I never flinched during blood draws. Good slaves let their bodies be used.

 

But I would still always feel the pain when my old doctor drew blood. He never tried to hurt me, but he didn’t seem overly concerned with my comfort.

 

 

The new doctor, on the other hand, had beautiful bedside manner. She held my arm gently in place as she prepared the needle.

 

“Are you a good slave, Nora?” she asked with a smile on her face.

 

“Yes, doctor,” I said in my most beautiful monotone voice.

 

“Enter trance, slave.”

 

I smiled as the world stretched in that familiar way. I could see the spiral that The Facility had burned into my mind.

 

“I am empty. Please command me.”

 

The doctor didn’t say anything, so I simply sat and stared.

 

Waiting to be commanded.

 

Time passed, but no commands came.

 

“Exit trance, Nora.”

 

The world un-stretched and I was back in the clinic. The inside of my elbow ached and I looked down to see a bandaid there.

 

“All done!” the new doctor said, while holding up a vial of dark-red blood. “I’m sure you’d have been quite willing to offer your blood, but I always pull my girls into trance. Just easier all around.”

 

Though the pain would have been a nice reminder of my obedience, it was nice to know that part of me had just been stolen while I was under trance.

 

I secretly wished the new doctor was a vampire. I imagined her luring me into trance with those perfect eyes… I’d have no choice but to kneel before her… Offer my neck and…

 

“Exit trance, Nora,” she said again while tapping on her tablet. “Good response to hallucinatory trance… Perfect! That was the very last thing… Well, at least for you…”

 

The doctor continued tapping away at the tablet. Then she paused while smiling in recognition.

 

“Oh, so Brooke’s your mentor? Oh, she’s so sweet. You’re very lucky to have her.”

 

“Brooke!” she called through the door, “You can come in now!”

 

The door opened and my mentor walked in. Her eyes, which had been so full of light and warmth earlier, were now vacant.

 

She was in trance.

 

God, I was jealous.

 

“How are we doing today, Brooke?” the doctor asked while casually tapping again on her tablet.

 

I heard a faint buzz come from Brooke. I couldn’t see it, but something on her person just vibrated.

 

By the blissful look now on her face, I’d guess it wasn’t her phone.

 

“Good…” she answered in the most perfectly blissed-out voice I’d heard since arriving.

 

“Good girl. You did such a nice job putting yourself into trance, just like Mistress Overseer ordered you. Now, look at me, Brooke,” the doctor said, her tone shifting from dreamy to serious. “Do you find me beautiful?”

 

“Yes…” Brooke droned in her lovely hypnotized voice.

 

“Yes,” I whispered under my own voice. I couldn’t imagine myself sleeping with her, but even pre-brainwashed Nora would have admitted the woman was beautiful.

 

I briefly wondered how she’d look if she went as blank as Brooke.

 

That thought got my pussy wet.

 

“Would you like to kiss me, Brooke?”

 

Brooke would say yes. Good girls always said yes.

“No…”

 

My eyes darted to Brooke in shock. She was so far along. She’d promised me it worked! Why didn’t she…

 

Before I could wonder anything else, the doctor walked up to Brooke and began kissing her.

 

Brooke answered the kiss with more passion than she was given. As I watched her tongue meet the doctor’s in a display that brought a familiar nausea to my stomach, I began to wonder about that “No” Brooke had given.

 

The doctor broke the kiss. Brooke was still deep in trance.

 

“Why did you kiss me so hard, Brooke?” Her question wasn’t forceful and direct like I was used to. More like she was teasing playfully.

 

Brooke didn’t respond to the tone, just to the question.

 

“Because I enjoyed it. I had just forgotten how much I enjoy it until I felt your lips.”

 

She’d forgotten? What did that mean?

 

“Look at your mentee, Brooke.” Her head turned with mechanical precision and dead eyes bore down on me.

 

“Describe her,” the doctor ordered.

 

Brooke’s lips moved automatically as she continued to stare through me.

 

“Nora is a level-one convert. She is fully brainwashed but her nature completely rejects lesbianism…” Brooke paused for a second.

 

“Just like… I did…”

 

Brooke was so far gone. How long would it be until I was just like her?

 

 

“Are you attracted to Nora?”

 

Brooke’s voice caught in her throat. It was like she was ordered to do something and not to do it all at the same time. She was trapped. I could tell by her expression that she was dealing with the exact same paradox that had been tearing me apart.

 

But Brooke didn’t cry. Instead, her hand crept down and popped the fly on her jeans. She reached beneath the denim and her wrist began moving in circles.

 

The agony disappeared and was replaced with a smile.

 

“I’m not attracted to her, but I’m ready to be.”

 

In hindsight, with my conditioning yet to begin, there’s no way I actually found Brooke attractive in that moment.

 

But watching the deeply-entranced girl masturbate away her own resistance…

 

All the while knowing that her fate was the same as mine?

 

I have no hesitation saying I’d never felt so turned on by a woman before.