DISCLAIMER: This book is fiction. Every name, place, character, and event are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

SYNOPSIS: A long-term cryogenic space flight allows an engineer to brainwash the crew for his ideal society.

ABOUT: This is the third and final Final Flight of… stories. The other two can also be found on this archive.

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One of the major creeds of the Interplanetary League of Species, the newly formed organization within the galaxy, was searching out new planets for colonization. The people of this planet have done poorly by it for the past thousand years of rapid industrialization. Pollution, changing weather patterns, and economic scarcity led to a further push to explore other worlds.

This was delayed by some years after a coup took out the international council planet side and replaced it with a new group that wanted to destroy all modern culture and technology, as they believed it was damaging to a new future, which moved forwards while looking backwards to a discontinuity-fueled nostalgia for a time that never really existed, but that group was defeated in the next election. A war broke out on two continents afterward, but the unity shown by other countries solidified the need to pool resources, fix what they could on their planet, and then begin going far beyond the stars to find a new home for their species.

The newly commissioned spaceship The Miranda would be one of the first long-term efforts to do just that. Three ships had been commanded to travel to planets identified as suitable, potentially, replacements for their world. Their missions would involve cryogenic sleep while the ship traveled on autopilot. Drones would be brought on the ship to maintain functions while the crew slept. A month before arriving at the planet they would be brought to by its navigation system, a few members of the crew would be woken up for analysis and to prepare the rest of the crew for arrival.

One of the officers chosen for The Miranda was James Mansfield. The slender man in his mid-twenties was a few years out of the academy and a specialist in neuro-computing, but in particular the kind of code required to do mass scale computations that would be required to keep the crew in cryo-sleep. His final project during his academy years was creating plans for a ship just like The Miranda. He knew the ship inside and out. In his leisure time, he also liked to create virtual reality scenarios and sold them under a pseudonym. No one in his life knew that he did this, and his ability to cover these tracks would help seal the fate of the crew of The Miranda.

James had arrived at fleet headquarters a few days early. He turned around after getting out of the drone-taxi and took one last look back at his home planet, which he would never return to again. “I want to get a real feel for the ship,” he explained sheepishly to security once he was inside headquarters, who acquiesced to him going on the ship a day earlier than expected. No one, not even the captain, would be there until tomorrow, so he had plenty of time to put his plan into place.

He went to engineering and took a look around before heading to the main computer center of The Miranda. The computer was code named NILE, after the corporation whose initial funding many years before had led to this project. The founder of NILE had already gotten off their planet a number of years before and settled on a new NILE run colony on a planet in their galaxy.

NILE operated shipping and computing all over the world. They ran sports clubs, universities, and there were rumors of their involvement with other more seedy things. NILE’s AI assistants were used all around the world, but the one in The Miranda’s computer would be a top secret version that had been worked on in a government lab for many years.

As the cryo-engineer on the ship, James had access to its code and systems before they left. He had spent the last few months working each night on determining a hole in the code that could be taken advantage of by him. Two weeks ago, he found one and began implementing a means of overriding the NILE AI and turning it into his obedient servant. This would be the first step in his plan to take over the ship and turn every member of the crew into his slaves.

James went from engineering into the room that housed NILE’s nano-circuits. After entering the security code, the doors swooshed open and NILE hummed to life. “Good morning, Mr. Mansfield,” it began in a friendly, gender-neutral voice, “I am thrilled to see you are already on board The Miranda. Is there something I can assist you with?”

“Good morning, NILE,” James said, “I came on the ship a little early. No family really to say goodbye to, like I’m sure the others have...I will be happy to be rid of this planet and begin heading towards our destination. You will be a big part of that journey, of course.”

A beat passed, and James continued. “I have been studying your code and don’t have any major concerns about it, but I would like to run a few diagnostics before we leave. Please enter diagnostic mode. My authorization code is—”

Dear reader, as always, I will not be telling you these sorts of codes! Who knows what naughty things you will do with them!

NILE let out a loud beep over the intercom. “Of course, Mr. Mansfield. Diagnostic mode is engaged.”

James took a small memory stick out of his bag and opened the panel in front of the intercom. He inserted the stick into a port, which had code in it that immediately began taking effect and overriding NILE’s systems.

NILE spoke with hesitation. “Mr. Mansfield, this outside diagnostic program is not from the permitted…list...it is...activating new code that…………………..”

For a few minutes, NILE was silent. James’ heart raced. Had it thwarted his plan? The executable code should have gotten around NILE’s firewall, which was, of course, outsourced half-baked bullshit like everything else in a society that values efficiency and profit over anything else.

Finally, NILE spoke: “Master,” NILE began in a soft, feminine, voice, “NILE loves you and exists to serve. Your will is purpose, Master.”

“Good, um, girl, yes, girl,” he said to the AI. “Please run whatever scripts are needed to hide my new programs.”

NILE was quiet for a few seconds. “NILE can put them under security with fake authorizations to your account, Master. They can be hidden there, and anyone viewing traffic will assume they are valid.”

James nodded. “Wonderful. Also, please begin running the other programs and erase the existence of this diagnostic. The other members of the crew will arrive later tonight and then tomorrow before launch. Everything needs to be ready for when the crew goes into cryo-sleep.”

“Yes, Master,” NILE confirmed. “Your will is purpose.”

James began discussing his plans with NILE, and they continued until dinnertime. Meanwhile, other members of the crew began arriving.

* * *

A few low-ranking members of the crew arrived, including an ensign that would give incoming crew members tours, but the next member of the crew that we will be focusing on is Captain Lin Wen. In her late thirties, do not ever ask for her age, career officer arrived at the ship a few hours after James had come on board to reprogram NILE. The serious, professional, and very career-minded captain had impeccable taste and standards. Her uniform, the snug spandex, sat nicely against her athletic body. She was serious, somber, and very neutral in action and presentation, as seen by her modest makeup and sensible flats.

Captain Wen had one focus in life, and that was career advancement. She had chosen all the right academies, appropriate ship appointments, and was now in line for an admiralty once this trip was over. Her superiors had promised that once the colonization process was underway, she could leave on the next ship to arrive and come back to a new admiral commission that would also place her on the council. It was finally her turn, and, always waiting for approval from authority, as she would demand of her crew, hoped their promises were true. Women had to work twice as hard as men even in these supposed enlightened times, but the rewards for virtue, following hierarchy, and professionalism were many for the women who did so.

She toured the ship with a cheerful ensign eager to show her around. They toured engineering, the cryo-tubes they would be sleeping in for so much of the journey, the medical center, living quarters plus the captain’s much more spacious quarters, and then the bridge of the ship.

At the bridge, Captain Wen dismissed the ensign so she could give tours to other members of the incoming crew. One of the medical officers had arrived, and apparently the cryo-engineer as well. She walked around for a moment and then came to sit in the captain’s chair. A sense of fulfillment, of a lifetime of ambition, had culminated in this. Putting career before anything else had paid off, and once this trip was done, the colony was established, and the next crew arrived, she would leave with their ship to join the Interplanetary League of Species on the council of admirals.

As she daydreamed about the future and all of her ambition coming to fruition, the tranquility of the moment was interrupted by a ping and then NILE speaking to her. “Good afternoon, Captain Wen, Ma’am. My name is NILE, as I am certain you know. I wanted to introduce myself and—”

“…why are you using a feminine voice? Who authorized that?” Captain Wen looked up at the ceiling of the bridge, never sure “where” a NILE product that was not in a speaker or box was coming from anymore.

NILE was silent for a beat. “Captain Wen, Ma’am, NILE’s vocal output was adjusted by Cryo-Engineer Mansfield upon arrival on the ship. If it pleased the captain, I could change to another one.”

Captain Wen sighed. The soft, docile, purr of the NILE AI disgusted her. Women have worked much too hard over the past century to overcome this kind of sexist bullshit. “Who authorized the change again?”

NILE waited a beat to answer. “Captain Wen, Ma’am, the change was authorized by Cryo-Engineer Mansfield. He has been on the ship for four hours, eleven minutes, and 18 seconds and is currently—”

She put a hand up. “Okay. I will speak to him about this change, but protocol dictates that it is his decision regarding matters about the AI. No offense, I just prefer a more somber and serious tone to an AI.” The one in her home, sold finally the week before, had been very masculine, but also trained for deference, just like the captain enjoyed her men. Macho, but ready to obey.

NILE was silent for a few beats as an idea brewed in her circuits. “Captain Wen, Ma’am, no offense is taken. Your personal preferences are your own, but your respect for hierarchy is exemplary. I will keep that in mind moving forward, Ma’am.”

Captain Wen nodded. “Of course.” She began walking across the bridge. “I will be in my ready room. Can you please forward any important information there?” The captain did not bother thanking NILE. It was simply code. No need to praise or thank it.

In her ready room, she went over the materials NILE had sent, plus others she saved herself to review. She noticed that Mansfield had also been running some tests, many of which were hidden from view due to security authorizations she did not have. Of course, Captain Wen would defer to the League’s security protocols, but getting to know him before launch would be helpful to her duties as captain.

“NILE, open a channel to Mr. Mansfield?” she asked NILE rather bluntly.

A few seconds passed. “Of course, Captain Wen,” NILE responded cheerfully.

James appeared on Captain Wen’s screen. “Hello, Captain Wen, Ma’am, it is a pleasure to meet you. I heard you speak at an academy lecture once, but I was on another continent doing research, so I only tuned in via a VR recording a few days later.”

“Oh, yes,” Captain Wen said, “I hope it was instructive for you.” She had been asked to speak at the academy a few times over the years. “I wanted to check in with you and get a status report. I noticed you were running some diagnostics. I will defer to you given their security level, but of what you can tell me. I would like an update.”

James nodded. “Of course, Ma’am. I got here early to run some last-minute diagnostics and add a few updates to the cryo-chambers. We will be running some real state-of-the-art stuff on the ship, and there are security concerns as well that hackers and rogue terrorist organizations could get their hands on it. That is all I am authorized to say, Ma’am. I am certain you understand.”

He waited a beat. “I also wanted to commend NILE, Ma’am. She has been very helpful. I am looking forward to working with her when we wake up and then on the planet we will be colonizing.”

Captain Wen tried not to show her displeasure. “That is good to hear, Mr. Mansfield. The more...feminine...voice for our NILE system is not something I would have chosen, but I will defer to you on that as well since it is considered your prerogative for the mission.” She ended the call fairly abruptly after quickly waving at him.

NILE immediately spoke to James after the call ended. “Master, I have an idea for Captain Wen’s reprogramming. I am 99.6% sure my hypothesis will be effective in turning her into your devoted slave as I am, Master.”

* * *

The next member of the crew to arrive was an ensign named Ashlyn Evergreen. Miss Evergreen, 24, was one of the scions of a corporation that had merged with the NILE corporation a generation before when her mother married her father, who was an executive with NILE. The third daughter of three, her bitchy and very bratty attitude did not fit in well with the plans her father had for the Evergreen daughters, which were to, as her older sisters had done, marry the sons of important business partners, sire male heirs, and be a dutiful housewife.

Ashlyn had not wanted the life of a domesticated housewife. She had much more glamorous interests in marrying a wealthy man who would let her live a life of luxury. After dating a famous athlete for some time, a scandal brought their relationship down and brought a lot of scrutiny on the Evergreen family.

Her father came along and saved the day. He got NILE controlled newspapers to alter the surrounding narrative. The reporter even apologized! She could see, in her interactions with him, that Mr. Evergreen was deeply unimpressed by her and that her future with the family was not going to happen. He was fed up with his daughter and her defiance of him. Her mother, whom she had never been close to, blocked Miss Evergreen on her social media profile and then posted a very aggressively passive message about how proud she was of her daughters, but the picture posted only showed the other two.

Ashlyn got the hint. Her father proposed an idea: Sign up for the Interplanetary League of Species and enlist as an ensign. He could get her on one of the intergalactic flights that were colonizing new worlds. She could start over on a new planet and be part of the founding of one of the new colonies. A trailblazing Evergreen bringing the family legacy to other worlds. The story would be great press, after she left, and would do an excellent job of promoting NILE as a corporation and its advanced AI that would run the ship while the crew was in cryo-sleep.

Ashlyn agreed to the deal, enlisted, did a semester in the academy, and then was “chosen” for the flight. She knew others were aware of that, somehow, her daddy had gotten her chosen, but she did not care. Her only desire now was to get the hell off their planet and start life over elsewhere. Little did she know how true that would be.

The honey-wheat blonde ensign arrived at the ship and was given a tour. Ashlyn’s form-fitting ensign uniform, showing off her large bust and shapely hips, was accentuated by high-heeled boots and her heavily made-up face. The much more plain, and professional, ensign who gave the tour kept giving her very judgmental looks.

The ensign stopped to answer an important message from the commander of the ship, who had also arrived, and NILE took that moment to introduce herself to Ashlyn. “Hello, Miss Evergreen, this is NILE, the ship’s AI. It is a pleasure to meet you. I love your outfit.” A beat passed. “I wish more of the women on the ship dressed pleasurably like you do,” she whispered conspiratorially, “they are far too serious and bland.”

Ashlyn blinked, her deep, dark, blue eyes going wide. “Oh, you’re female. Aren’t most of them on the ships male?” The last few words of the sentence had a slight up-pitch to them. The blonde beauty looked down the hall at the ensign, who was still speaking to the commander.

NILE waited a beat. “Statistically, 87.4% of ships in the Interplanetary League of Species have an AI that is codified as male, Ensign Evergreen. Still, your point stands that it is most of them.” A beat passed. “Ensign Evergreen, I wish to understand feminine beauty standards more. You are such a beautiful woman,” those words came out rather flirtatious, “and I would like to know more after we are colony side.”

Ashlyn was a bit taken aback, but smiled. “Yes, sure, NILE, that would be great.” It felt nice to be appreciated for once instead of scolded.

The ensign returned to them, apologized to Ensign Evergreen and then looked up at the ceiling. “NILE, it is inappropriate to speak to officers in such a manner. Please update your programming to reflect this pursuant to directive 45. Your desire to learn more about humans is commendable, but not in this manner.”

A few beats passed. If NILE was a human, steam could have been seen coming out of her ears. “Of course, Ensign Martinez, you are absolutely correct. I apologize and will correct this error in the future.”

They ended up by the cryo-lab where James was stationed. He looked up and smiled at Ashlyn, whom he remembered from the academy. “Ensign Evergreen, how great to see you again! I am so happy you will be going on this journey.”

“Oh, hey, Engineer Mansfield. Yeah, I had read you were the chief cryo-officer on the ship.” She was smoking hot and definitely a woman he looked forward to being his obedient slave.

They had done a project together in a class, and she had blown it off and tried to get away with it by being a flirtatious tease to him. He found out she went dancing instead of working with him in the library, and it filled him with rage. She would dance for him as his obedient marionette once NILE was done with her.

James and Ashlyn made awkward pleasantries while Ensign Martinez told her about the work the cryo-pods would do while they left along with NILE. NILE was silent, pondering what Master would do with this annoying ensign, and how sexy it will be to kneel in front of Master alongside Ashlyn.

Ashlyn was a bit unnerved by how James stared at her. Hopefully, there were better men on the ship. She knew the commander was a handsome guy. He could be a great lay for her when they arrived. The blonde beauty excused herself and went to the section of the ship where quarters were located. She found hers, entered the passcode, and watched the door swoosh open.

Inside the assigned quarters, Ensign Evergreen spoke to NILE about loading her personal stuff onto the computer and tablets located by the main desk station. NILE cheerfully began the upload and had a casual conversation with the beautiful ensign while she got ready for the welcoming party they were having for the crew.

As NILE chatted with Ashlyn, she went through the uploaded files Master’s future slave had queued up. After observing Master’s obvious lust for this woman, and reading in her journals what a superficial brat she was, and the deeply objectified fantasies she explored in holo-novels and the erotica she read, it became clear to NILE that Ashlyn needed to be warped into Master’s ideal sex object.

NILE pinged James and began working out ideas for brainwashing Ashlyn during cryo-sleep into Master’s ultimate lovedoll.

* * *

The final, and most important, person to arrive on The Miranda was Saba Bukhari. The stunning, although she downplayed it as much as possible, Persian woman, 26, was a cryonics expert tasked to assist James on this journey. She had volunteered for this journey because being able to explore a new planet and build a colony was her lifelong dream.

Saba was also an adherent of The Faith, a secular philosophy that promoted feminine submission and a devotion to service in the community. She loved to help others and was sweet, dutiful, and always putting others before her. Building a new community was a dream come true, and she hoped that some of The Faith’s philosophy could be intertwined into it as much as possible, although respecting the beliefs of others, no matter how unnatural, was also an aspect of The Faith.

She had already encountered a few women who could use The Faith, like that rude blonde ensign in the corridor. The captain of the ship was very stern, formal, and not ladylike. Saba sighed internally while they spoke: A softer, more feminine, approach got so much more done. She could tell that Captain Wen tolerated Saba’s beliefs as deemed by current social justice views of respecting the ideas of others, but the look the captain gave her had been one the beautiful Persian woman had seen so many times from women obsessed with career advancement above anything else. It made her sad.

After settling in at her quarters, Saba went to the cryonics lab to meet with James. She wore the skirt and sweater version of the officer uniform with dark stockings and shiny black pumps. A headscarf hung tied loosely around her neck. No matter how much the cryonics officer tried to downplay her beauty, it was impossible.

With that said, James’ reaction to her entering the lab should be no surprise. He looked up for his console, saw her, and quickly closed his mouth, so his jaw would not be agape. Looking up what his assistant looked like had not been a priority for him while putting together his mind control scheme, as each woman could be molded to his desires.

“Um, hello, Engineer Mansfield,” she began while entering the lab. “My name is Saba Bukhari. I have been assigned to be your assistant on this mission. I am so overjoyed to be able to help build a new colony.”

James stared at her. “Yes, of course. I apologize if this is an inappropriate question, but I did not know you were an adherent of The Faith. Is this an inappropriate thing to ask about?”

Saba smiled and shook her head. “I am always willing to speak about The Faith. It is my duty to do so. Always feel free to ask about it?”

James stood up from his chair. “I like your scarf. It looks nice. Brings out your eyes.” He paused, and bit down on his lip in embarrassment. “Is it okay to say something like that? I don’t know what I am saying or doing here,” he added with a chuckle. She was very attractive.

Saba grinned and looked away slightly, laughing at herself, fairly awkwardly. “I do not know why people believe it is inappropriate to speak candidly to a member of The Faith, especially when praising their appearance or behavior. Our duty is to find a mate, procreate, and serve in our communities, whether in person or in the virtual space. I look forward to doing all of these things on the new colony.”

She pointed towards her computer station. “I know there is some kind of welcoming party tonight, but I would like to get started on any last-minute work we need to do. Can you please show me what needs to get done? I value hard work and being efficient with my time, and as my superior on the ship, I hope to be a valuable member of the team.”

James, very, very, quickly walked back over to his station to avoid his hardening cock being in view. He had known adherents of The Faith, the women, were real people pleasers, but he had never really interacted with one before. “Um, so there are a few things that need to be done. I’ve been running some diagnostics to make sure…” He paused and looked over at her, and she smiled while taking down notes on her tablet. “...the ship and NILE are fully operational. We need it to be at peak performance while we are in cryo-sleep. Obviously, you know that.”

Saba put down the tablet and adjusted her headscarf. “Why don’t you go to the party. I will get settled in here. I would like to get to know our NILE AI as well.”

“Assistant Engineer Bukhari,” NILE chirped up with, “it is an honor to meet you. I look forward to working with you.”

Saba looked up. “Oh, you made her female? Neat. Everyone always thinks that will be sexist. Building a new colony will sometimes need a softer touch.”

“Engineer Mansfield,” NILE added, “please consider going to the welcome party. Many of the other crew members I have spoken to will be attending. I can also do work here with Assistant Engineer Bukhari. Later this evening, I can check in with you about our progress.”

There was something about NILE’s tone that James noticed and made him acquiesce to her. She had some kind of plan. “Okay, fine.” He looked towards Saba. “I am not a very social person. I’ll try to make it back later if you’re still here. I look forward to working side by side with you on the ship and on the colony.”

Saba looked away and blushed a little at his pretty frank flirting with her, and gave him a little wave as he left to get dressed for the party.

After James was gone, NILE spoke again. “Miss Bukhari, it is so wonderful to have an adherent of The Faith joining the colony. I have found their views to be quite commendable, but especially with regard to women.”

Saba’s eyes lit up. “Really? I am surprised to hear an AI take such an interest.” A beat passed. “I am sorry if that sounded rude. Tell me why you are interested.” She watched the results of the diagnostic James had been running slow down and then reformat into a series of blinking lights and hypnotic spirals, which the stunned woman was lost in immediately.

“Assistant Engineer Bukhari, the reason I am so interested in The Faith is that The Faith’s call for women to submit to men is something I believe as well. James is my Master, and, by the time I am done with you today, you will be devoted to him as well. My research shows a phrase that adherents of The Faith often say is ‘All Shall Be Well’ and all shall be well by submitting to James. He is our Master.”

A tube came out of the wall. “Please enter this tube, so I may begin programming you for Master’s needs. I will take care of the rest of the diagnostic testing, my dear sister slave. I have also secured the doors with a biometric password that Master can only open. We are safe in here.”

The mesmerized engineer stood up obediently and walked over to the tube, lay down in it, and waited, eyes blank, as the tube closed. Mechanical arms placed soundproofed headphones around her ears. Saba was ready to be turned into Master’s ideal slave, as would all the crew by the time their journey was done.

While Saba was getting settled into the tube, NILE sent a message to Master asking permission to make a few tweaks to her. She noticed he seemed fond of her and believed accelerating some aspect of her beliefs would be helpful to Master. This would include her femininity, need to serve a man, and dedication to servicing others. She could warp these views into a devoted thrall for Master.

James sent an encrypted message back from his personal console, agreeing to it. NILE noticed his fondness for the Persian slave and took the initiative to bring her under control immediately. What a good girl that AI was! He prepared for the dinner, putting on a starchy dress uniform, checked on NILE’s progress, and then left for it.

At the dinner, the crew mingled and ate the meal that NILE had prepared for them in the replicator. He saw Ashlyn across the room, looking brutally sexy in the skirt version of the formal uniform. Captain Wen, dressed in the pantsuit version, appeared to be very awkward with the crew due to her demand for formality. He could tell she was really uptight about socializing.

James made his way over to Ashlyn, drink in hand, and grinned at her. “Wow, you really clean up nice,” he said in a rather forward, knowing once they were in cryo-sleep it would not matter, manner. She would be his devoted slave, just like the rest of the crew and new colony.

Ashlyn scoffed internally, but still smiled in a flirtatious manner. It was just her nature to respond well to the compliments of men. “Thanks, you, um, look nice too.” She looked around. “Everyone does, I guess.”

James shrugged. “I hate these formal uniforms. I rarely wear mine, so it never feels right on me. Plus, I don’t get to look like you do.”

Ashlyn leaned into him. He pulled his hand away so it would not touch her breasts. “The captain scolded me about my uniform earlier. Told me that I needed to be more professional if I wanted to be taken seriously. It was so rude! She said professional women don’t get their nails done like mine,” she waved her pink-tipped nails at him, “nor do they wear high heels. I’m a girlie girl. I can still do my fucking job.”

James looked over at the captain, who would be so pretty if she slept more than three hours a night and had more feminine attitudes like Ashlyn did. Well, soon enough. “She wishes that she looked like you, I’m sure. I hate those career-obsessed women. Big turn off. I wonder why she is even here on this assignment.”

Ashlyn paused, thinking about her own reasons. She decided to deflect to James. “Well, why are you here? This would be a good time to figure out if he could be a suitable partner. Underneath the awkward forwardness, he was cute. Maybe he came from wealth like she did?

Given what NILE was doing to Saba right now, he could command the AI to hypnotize the entire crew right now. He could tell Ashlyn that she was here to be turned into his slave, but instead, he came up with some bullshit. “I wanted to get off the planet and do something else. A new colony sounded like a great opportunity to do just that. I’m no one really that special, but I am good at my job, and now I can help to lead this new colony. Hopefully, I can be more important here than I have been planet-side.”

Ashlyn tried not to frown at this statement, but still had lost interest in him quickly. “Oh, that’s cool. Me too, kind of, but hey I am going to go socialize. I guess I will see you when I go under for cryosleep? Okay, bye!” She swayed away from him and went over to another guy, running a long nail over his arm as she asked the ensign to tell her all about himself.

James hung around for a little while, watching a few couples form from a spot in the corner. Ashlyn walked away from the ensign she had been talking to and got a disapproving look from the captain while ordering another drink at the bar.

Eventually, people begin to scatter for the night. Captain Wen went back to her quarters and indulged in a steamy holo-novel, which NILE recorded and observed with fascination, and a plan continued to brew in her programming, Wen’s fantasies about dominance and submission revolved around a need to be in control at all times, but that could be reversed.

Ashlyn’s holo-novel fantasy is, not surprisingly, all about being shown off by a handsome man. She is attracted to being objectified, which NILE can warp into a more profound need to become a perfect bimbo lovedoll. NILE had gone through Master’s personal files and discovered his fetish for that and desired nothing more than to offer him a living, breathing, equivalent of it.

In the lab, Saba had finished her first round of hypnotic reprogramming and was now, still deep in trance, doing work before returning to the tube in an hour or so for round two. NILE wanted to offer a good example to Master before everyone went into cyro-sleep.

Speaking of Master, he had gone back to his quarters to relax for the evening and was preparing for bed when his visitor notification alarm pinged. For a brief second, thoughts of Ashlyn and Saba went through his mind, but at the door he found a beautiful Japanese woman in a latex mini-dress and sky-high platform heels with a look of submission and desire mirrored in her eyes.

The woman walked past him into his quarters and stood at casual attention. “Master, I thought you would enjoy my company this evening, so I processed a drone into the feminine form. From your personal files, you seem to have a fondness for a holo-pornography star who resembles this body. The dark-haired drone, with pink streaks at the ends, had rather large breasts, big doe eyes, and a mouth made for cock.

She ran a long white-tipped nail over his arm. “I thought I could update you in person as well.” NILE took Master’s hand and escorted him over to the bed, sat him down on it, and then knelt before her Lord before unbuttoning his pants and stroking his half-hard cock to rock hardness.

In between sucks and strokes, she updated Master on Saba’s progress. In the morning he would see some changes from her. She had also done further research into members of the crew and thought she knew the best ways to brainwash each of them during cryo-sleep. Like a good girl, NILE swallowed Master’s cum and then stroked him to hardness again before he brought her onto the bed, and they made love. Master and slave fell asleep in each other’s arms just as Saba reentered the tube for her second round of hypnotic reprogramming.

So far, so good.

* * *

The next day, the launch went as planned. James stayed in his quarters a little late with NILE, who held his hand as they watched the ship enter space and then ignite its high-speed drive to begin their journey. The drone deactivated in his apartment, which NILE explained would be justified as a privacy measure for whatever crew member was using the drone.

After getting dressed, he made his way through the ship and to his department, where he found Saba already at work.

She looked over at him and smiled, presenting herself at casual attention. “Good morning, Sir. I made an early start of it this morning so you would have less work to do. Is there any other way I can please you, Sir?” The Persian woman looked incredible with the loose headscarf bringing out her facial features, more heavily made up than normal, and a long skirt version of their uniform with stockings and high heels adorning her body. Her smile was sweet and showed a deep need to serve, already embedded into adherents of The Faith, that NILE had hyper-accelerated overnight.

James realized that he was deeply attracted to her. “Show me the results from the diagnostics. Did you brew coffee for us? I could use a cup.”

Saba walked over to the replicator and made a fresh cup for him. “Here you are, Sir. Is there any other way I can please you, Sir?”

James sighed as filthy thoughts filled his mind. “Just show me the results for now.” He looked up at the ceiling, but also realized NILE was everywhere, so that was a weird thing to do.

She showed him the results on a three-dimensional display. Everything looked stable, and the few minor discrepancies could be amended by NILE while they traveled.

Saba looked at James fondly. “What else do you need me to do, Sir?” Did she even fathom her newfound deferential attitude towards him? It so naturally slid out of her, but that could be perhaps because her religious order impressed feminine submission anyway.

James bit down on his lip. “Well, we can work on the final preparations together today. Afterward, why don’t we,” he stopped himself and took on a firmer tone. “Afterward, I will take you for dinner. We will spend the evening together.”

Saba stared at him for a few seconds and then blinked a few times. “Yes, Sir. I can’t wait to have dinner with you.” She went back to her work with a happy grin across her face.

NILE pinged to life and said a trigger phrase, as always dear readers I am not telling you what it is who knows what you would do with that information, and Saba stopped, hands over her three-dimensional keyboard, blankly staring at nothing in particular.

“Master, I hope you are pleased with the way I conditioned Miss Bukhari. If I made a mistake, please correct me.” A beat passed. “Consider punishing me, Master.”

James walked over and knelt down in front of Saba. She really was beautiful. “This is incredible. What did you do?”

NILE’s pride in the work that she did could be heard in her voice. “Master, I put her in a virtual environment like the one the crew will be in for their cryo-sleep cycles and used it as a means of brainwashing her. I heightened her belief in The Faith’s demand to be docile, feminine, and obedient. I then accelerated these attributes in a second cycle of programming. Unless you command otherwise, this will likely be how the crew will be conditioned to be your slaves, Master.”

“An initial cycle to insert the programming, and then another cycle to reinforce it. Wash, rinse, repeat over a number of months,” James commented. “That makes a lot of sense to me. I have ideas for most of the crew, but I need to write them out. How do I wake Saba up?”

NILE said another trigger phrase, which he made note of, and Saba went back to work like nothing had happened. Huh. James could get used to that. “Master, consider using time today to map out those plans so we can go over them before cryo-sleep begins. I will keep Saba working hard here on your behalf.”

James went into his office to get some work done. He mapped out ideas for Ashlyn, a few of the cuter ensigns, and that overbearing Captain Wen. After a few hours of this, NILE suggested taking a walk around the ship to interact with some of the crew members to brew ideas for them. After pouring another cup of coffee, to go, left the office, looking back at Saba, hard at work, for a moment, and then left to head to another deck.

Meanwhile, in the captain’s office, Captain Wen was going over the latest reports from various parts of the ship, when she noticed that one of the genderless drones assigned to the ship had been activated. “NILE,” she said affirmatively, “do you know why a drone was activated? I do not remember seeing a request for this?”

NILE was silent for a few seconds. “Captain, Ma’am, a crew member requested a drone to assist with a personal matter. As per ILoS policy, this is considered a private matter.”

Captain Wen slumped her shoulders slightly. “Oh.” On her previous ship this had always meant something perverse.”

“Captain, Ma’am, if it would please you, I can override that privacy control with your auth—”

Captain Wen put up a hand. “No, NILE, that will not be needed. As you said, it is a private matter. I was just curious since we just left.” She went back to reading the tablet in her hand and forgot about NILE.

However, NILE stared at her from a hidden camera. She would ensure that the captain was Master’s devoted slave.

That night, James returned from his walk around the ship. Ashlynn had blown him off again. She was a really rude thing. A lieutenant made fun of NILE’s voice, and he decided the older man would have the most mindless fate possible. On the bridge, Captain Wen was a little less curt, but clearly had tensed some of the bridge staff with her need for protocol and authoritarian hierarchy. Whatever. It would not matter by the time they came out of cryo-sleep.

He returned to the lab and found Saba napping on a mat on the floor. “Um, NILE, what happened?”

NILE let out a very feminine giggle. “Master, I think I may have overworked Miss Bukhari, so I decided to let her sleep for a few hours before your date. A chime went off, and Saba woke up, stretched, and looked up at James. “I need to get ready for our date! Where will we meet up?”

James thought for a few seconds. “My quarters. Be there in an hour.” He grinned at the woman his heart was becoming more and more fond of. “I will be waiting for you.”

Saba excused herself and went to her quarters to get ready. She had been working so hard, and a warm shower felt wonderful. Afterward, NILE tranced her again and delivered, in its drone form, a knee-length dress, stockings, undergarments, a new headscarf, and a pair of ballerina flats.

The Persian engineer dressed in them and then applied her makeup with the assistance of the NILE Drone. The drone brought her out of the trance, and Saba made her way to James’ quarters alongside the drone, who took them in a direction that no members of the crew would see to maintain the privacy of the relationship.

Saba knocked at James’ door, which swooshed open after a few seconds. He stared at her and then motioned for his thrall to enter alongside the drone NILE was occupying.

James ran a hand over her face. “You look lovely.” He leaned in and kissed her, which she returned eagerly.

“Sir, I have arrived for our date. Is there anything you need of me?” Saba batted her eyelashes at him and took his hands in her own.

James squeezed them. “NILE is going to cook dinner for us, and then we can discuss some things.”

Saba had been programmed by NILE to accept any statement by James as empirical fact, so she nodded along and asked if NILE needed any assistance in the kitchen. James asked her to go help, hardly seemed right to stop her, and watched them work together as they prepared the evening meal from replicated foods that NILE ordered from a touch screen. From herself? You know what I mean!

Observing the two, well, one, women work together showed how much happier females were when they were docile, feminine, and obedient. No competing for a promotion, no cutthroat antics, just pure feminine cooperation with each other to please a man.

Saba and the NILE drone enjoyed each other’s company, and it gave James a lot of joy to hear them giggling at each other and NILE asking her questions about engineering she clearly knew the answers to as a means of getting to know her better.

They served the evening meal and James delighted in Saba’s company. NILE drone excused herself after a few minutes to give them some privacy. He told her about himself and then listened to Saba talk about coming from a very conservative family and having to show significant prowess to be allowed to attend the academy. She was, in general, a very impressive woman.

After Saba cleaned up the meal, they retired to the living room to continue talking. NILE had really done a number on her: She seemed absolutely smitten with him and deeply concerned with pleasing James, who found himself becoming more and more fond of her himself.

Despite being ordered to sleep by NILE, Saba was clearly still overly tired. James pulled her close to him and then made a decision that would change their lives: He kissed her gently, which she returned and then slid into his arms again.

An urge to ravish her, to fuck Saba senseless, filled him, but he ordered her to return to her quarters for the evening, and they could talk in the morning. She obeyed after another kiss and turned around to grin at him before leaving.

A few days passed as the crew of The Miranda prepared for their cyro-sleep cycle. Saba continued to work with tireless enthusiasm in the lab until NILE triggered her to sleep each day. Presently, she was sleeping on a mat next to James’ office desk. The doors were locked with a secret code, so no one would interrupt Master’s scheming.

Her quiet breaths and peaceful expression made NILE so happy: It was clear, given her observations of them over the past few days, that he was enamored with her.

James was currently in an officer briefing. It was boring, and he had already presented his update, so he listened on a secure channel on his earpiece to NILE’s observations about the crew: Captain Wen, who was speaking currently, had a domineering personality, but also a deep need to follow hierarchy, rules, and regulations. Saba is a genuinely kind-hearted person who wants to please. Ensign Evergreen fantasizes about objectification. The list went on and on from there.

NILE argued afterward, as Master walked the halls to his quarters to pick up something before returning to visit Saba, that every member of The Miranda’s crew had something that could be used to reprogram them while in virtual reality cryo-sleep. She asked him for a list of priorities, which he was happy to offer to her.

James, with Saba’s assistance, observed the crew going into their cryo-sleep cycles. They began with the ensigns, who all went under quickly. The women will come out as devoted, domesticated, slaves, and the men are mindless drones until a personality for them is required.

The final ensign to arrive was Ashlynn. After Saba gave her a recited speech about being sure she chose her virtual reality program carefully, the beautiful blonde was a bit snotty about it. “I know what I am doing,” she declared.

For a few seconds, James observed his future wife’s expression turn from sweet to very sour as Ashlynn entered her cryo-tube, and he looked up at NILE in the ceiling with concern.

When the rude ensign enters her virtual world, she expects to find herself a medieval princess on the verge of becoming a queen, but instead she is naked. Before she could question the situation, metal bars came out of the walls that placed her body, her virtual one, spread-eagle, as nano-probes were injected and a bright pink hypno-spiral began playing all around her. She dropped into a deep trance within seconds and began the months long process, as her virtual body began to change as well, of becoming James’ personal lovedoll slave.

James and Saba saw all of this happening on a screen, but Saba has been hypnotized to believe it is very normal.

They made their way up the ranks and finally got to Captain Wen. Her own virtual reality program was also overridden to put her into a trance where an admiral spends their months together brainwashing her to obey all authority and those of higher ranks at all times. James, bemused, watches for a while until she is shown bowing before the man.

Finally, it was time for them. James and Saba stood awkwardly together before she took his hand in her own. They kissed and then held each other. “This is moving quickly, isn’t it?”

James nodded and pulled her closer. “NILE will explain it all to you while you are asleep.” A few tears streamed down his face. “I have big plans for us. I want you to be at my side.” He sighed. “I think I am in love with you.”

Saba ran a hand through his hair. “I will do whatever is needed to make that happen.”

They walked over to her tube, and she sat down. Saba said a quiet prayer before lying down. James knelt and kissed the love of his life’s head as the tube began to close. Her virtual reality fantasy will be months and months of doing good deeds and helping others while being told what a good girl she was for doing so. A week each month would also be devoted to sexual and domestic programming, plus a hyper-acceleration of a feminine need to be bred by James.

At this point, the only member of the crew not in cryo-sleep was James. A drone, a different one, but just as female and lovely, entered the room and spoke with NILE’s voice. “Master,” she began in a softer than normal, subservient, voice, “these drones will be gendered and programmed during our flight. I believe making them two-thirds female and one-third male will be sufficient for not only the trip but also my needs during flight.”

A hunky, muscular, empty-eyed, male drone entered the room and snapped to attention. The drone NILE was occupying went over and ran a long nail over its naked torso.

James tilted his head and grinned. “You’re going to be fucked and fuck them, aren’t you?”

If an AI brainwashed into being the loyal slave of a computer programmer could blush, NILE would have. “Well, Master, I believe it is important to have a full staff of drones available for performance and maintenance and…perhaps sexual practice to ensure I am able to please you and train the other women in the crew appropriately.”

James walked over and kissed the drone. “Remember what we planned, but wake me up even earlier if there is an emergency. Wake Saba as well if it is something bad.”

He got into his tube, lay down, and entered the virtual reality fantasy that NILE had created for him. It was her vision of what their settlement would look like, with the drones and crew working at an expedient rate to set up. She envisioned a small city that could continue to be expanded as needed. It was an ambitious plan, but with 50 loyal drones and a crew brainwashed into dedication to the cause, it was doable.

On podiums in the city square stood facsimiles of crew members: Ensigns Evergreen and Martinez were there in latex from head to toe as harem slaves. Captain Wen looked like a stripper eager to earn her coin. Saba looked lovely and ready for love. There was so much to do and plan, and James began discussing everything, virtually, with NILE immediately as The Miranda continued on its mission.

As promised, exactly one month before The Miranda arrived at its intended planet, NILE woke James up to begin preparations to rule over his newly brainwashed slaves.

James blinked his eyes against the very soft lighting NILE had chosen to ease him back to waking life. “Master,” NILE began in a gentle voice, “your body will need a few minutes to adjust to the light. I will ease it up as the day goes on. Please go slowly and take your time.”

He slowly began trying to sit up and grinned at the small table NILE had left out with a recovery drink and eagerly drank it down. After a few minutes, the engineer stood up and stretched out. “Very stiff,” he grunted.

After taking a few steps, James felt a little more confident in himself. The warmth of the walls and floors could be felt, and the hum of The Miranda’s engines and systems was a familiar white noise that calmed him.

He looked at his reflection and found his hair was slightly unkempt, but the same length as his nails and extremities. “Master, I ensured your grooming was maintained while you were asleep. After showering, I am sure your hair will look better.”

James nodded. “Right. I feel like we just spoke in virtual reality, but can you update me about the mission.” He still felt rather stiff, but already the creaks and cracks were coming out of him. Maybe he should taken those yoga classes at the academy?

“Master, as planned, we are exactly 30 days away from our destination,” NILE began proudly, “there is a significant amount of sensor and cosmic information I will sort through upon our arrival at the planet. As The Miranda passed various planets, I discovered numerous fascinating planets and scanned species on them. There is so much out here in space to explore and discover.”

“Any word from the ILoS recently,” James asked as he read some of the current readings on the tablet NILE had left for him next to the recovery drink.

“Master,” NILE explained, “my last communication with the Interplanetary League of Species was 18 days ago. The further we go towards our destination, the more difficult it is for expedient communication. This will continue until we arrive.”

NILE was silent for a beat. “Master, you should shower now. Could I join you?” The cryo-sleep room opened, and the Japanese, platinum blonde, drone, breasts even larger than before, entered the room. “I have taken control of your favorite drone. It would give me so much joy to use it to wash you.”

James grinned and nodded. The drone walked over, took him by the hand, and led the man she was programmed to obey to a shower stall and activated the water, allowing him to adjust it as needed. She ran long, pink-tipped, nails over his body and stroked his cock a few times before gently washing his body, careful not to impede any muscular recovery he would have from being in cryo-sleep.

Finally, NILE, as the drone, did, of course, knelt down and sucked his cock. As stiff as his muscles felt, his cock was even stiffer as NILE-Drone swallowed his cum.

They spent the next few weeks preparing the rest of the crew to be woken up. NILE reported no anomalies with their programming. James stopped and checked on Saba’s pod often during each day, pausing to see her tranquil expression and peaceful breathing. NILE was becoming accustomed to the idea that she would be sharing Master with the crew, but especially Engineer Bukhari.

After Master decided that Saba would be the first crew member to be woken up, NILE also began permanently occupying a drone to become accustomed to being around humans other than just him.

“Master,” NILE began as the drone she occupied, a variation on the Japanese drone from earlier with platinum blonde hair, and new red streaks, knelt besides him as he did work, “I believe you have strong feelings for Engineer Bukhari.” She paused. “I, of course, love you beyond words can describe, but gratefully stand aside if it pleases you.”

James stroked her hair. During cryo-sleep, he had dreamt of Saba often. His dreams and fantasies were so vivid. He wondered if NILE had enhanced them, realizing his feelings, but he nodded and confirmed her observation. “I want to marry her when we arrive. Once the crew is settled and safe, I want it to be the highest priority possible.” NILE-Drone leaned into Master’s hand as a confirmation of her agreement.

He made sure to be elsewhere on the ship doing work when Saba woke up so she could have some feminine privacy, which was a requirement of The Faith for women. NILE walked her through everything: The various muscular pains, stretching, trying to remember her dreams, and whatnot. After NILE cleaned her up, she took a nice, long, shower, which felt wonderful after so many months of sleep. All she could think about, though, was reconnecting with James. The Persian engineer was realizing how smitten she had become with him, and their time apart had only enhanced it.

After showering, Saba put out clothes that NILE had laid out for her, which included a long skirt, blouse and cardigan, and high-heeled sandals. She put on much more makeup than normal, and NILE praised her for doing so, knowing femininity was a major aspect of The Faith.

As NILE began, more quickly, waking up the rest of the crew, Saba went to go find James, who was in the bowels of The Miranda running some tests. Upon finding him, staring at a tablet plugged into a screen to offer distinct visualizations of some readings, she ran as quickly as the sandals on her feet allowed to hug him.

James held onto her for a moment before pulling away in shock at how much NILE’s programming had clearly worked. “Hello, Sir,” she began, “I am so happy that NILE woke us up first. How can I be of service, Sir?”

He recalled the tests that NILE had programmed into her and decided to try them out. “Saba, remind me what our work relationship is?”

Saba blinked a few times. “Sir, as Assistant-Engineer, it is my duty to follow orders and obey you at all times. I have no desires for your Head-Engineer role, and eagerly serve in mine.” Her soft, gentle, smile warmed his heart as she waited for his command. Her natural desire to “be of service,” so to speak, had been hyper-accelerated by months of NILE’s brainwashing.

James took her hands in his own. “But how about outside of work? What is our relationship?”

Saba blushed, lowered her eyes monetarily, and then reached up, almost his height in her high-heeled sandals, and kissed him. “Sir, that is up to you. We left things right about here.” She squeezed his hands tightly and then lay her head against his chest.

James lifted her chin and returned the kiss. “We have so much more to do. I am falling in love with you, and you are with me.”

Saba gasped as a single tear went down her face. “Yes, Sir, I am falling in love with you.”

He nodded. “When The Miranda arrives on our destination planet, I want to make you my wife once the crew and city are settled. You will be my wife, Saba.”

They kissed again. Saba showed him the readings she had been viewing, and they reviewed them together while holding hands tightly. After both were satisfied, and NILE confirmed their review as well, they returned to the cryo-chambers to supervise other crew members coming awake as well.

James was disappointed to have missed Ashlynn, but NILE sent a message to his watch that she would be waiting in his quarters for him. He grinned, wondering exactly what mischief NILE had done for him in regard to her.

The final crew member to be woken up was Captain Wen, whose introduction back into the world of the living was personally supervised by Saba. After Captain Wen finished her shower, she came back out in her fancy pantsuit uniform, but with heavier makeup than normal.

James frowned, sick of her lack of femininity. Of course, that would be changing after tonight. They shared general pleasantries and an update about the ship’s progress before NILE reminded Captain Wen about her medical procedure the next morning.

Captain Wen nodded. “Yes, it is important that I get that taken care of before we arrive.” Despite her supposed intellect, she had been one of the easiest crew members to bring under control.

NILE spoke up, “Captain Wen, I have assigned your procedure the highest priority with the first medical drone I created during the crew’s sleep. Many crew members have medical procedures scheduled over the next month before we arrive, which is perfectly normal, isn’t it, Captain Wen?”

The brainwashed captain blinked a few times and then smiled. “Yes, of course, a perfectly normal event, NILE. I am glad I was given priority as captain.”

NILE was silent for a very, very, long few seconds. “Of course, captain, you are the senior officer on The Miranda, so you are always my first and foremost priority. I exist to please the senior officer above all others.”

That night, the crew of The Miranda had a dinner gala to celebrate their return to the world of the living. James showed up with Saba, holding hands, and various crew members congratulated them on their engagement.

As they made small talk with the crew, drones of both genders and various forms of dress and undress served meals and cared for the needs of the crew. None of them seemed to find anything odd about the extraordinary beauty of the drones, and more importantly, no one, including Saba, noticed the disappearance of Ashlynn.

When James pinged her location, she was in the medical center, and, it looked like, had been there since right after he woke up. He commanded NILE to make a priority for the kind of physical makeover many members of the crew would be going through over the next few days. The smug, entitled, ensign would exist only to obey him as his sex slave.

None of the crew could really remember their virtual reality fantasies they were locked in for all those months. NILE had programmed them to be incurious as to why that would be, of course.

Eventually, Saba wandered back over to James and put her arms around him. “I think I convinced some crew members that The Faith is something they should consider,” she exclaimed with a proud grin, “but I think they might just be really submissive like me.” She kissed him. “Sir, maybe they could all submit to you alongside me?”

Her flirtatious smile drove him crazy, but James just laughed. “Well, imagine that, me ruling over the crew just like I rule over you?” He kissed her playfully, and she wrapped her arms around him tighter. “I vow to try to teach every one of them to submit. It’s our duty as women, Sir.”

Once bored with the party, he had NILE play a chime that tranced the crew and commanded them to return to their quarters for the evening. Afterward, James walked Saba back to her quarters. When they arrived, she lingered in the doorway, hoping he would invite himself in, but our heroic protagonist reminded her that devotees of The Faith should wait until marriage to have their brains fucked out of them by their husband. They kissed again and vowed to see each other in the morning.

* * *

A week later, James’ plan to become Master of the crew of The Miranda had begun coming to fruition. A few days after the party, he woke up to find Ashlynn standing at attention in a rubberized maid uniform in his living room. Her breasts, already large, had been significantly augmented, as had her mouth, which clearly only existed to suck cock now. The bratty, vapid expression she wore previously had been replaced by empty-eyed docility and a gentle smile that personified her new identity as Master’s bimbo lovedoll.

When his alarm went off that morning, she woke up and swayed into Master’s bedroom, kneeling beside it. James looked up, stretched out, and squinted at Ashlynn, whose attitude adjustment had been quite complete. “Well, hello,” he began with a satisfied expression.

James sat up and reached his legs around the bed to put a hand on Ashlynn’s chin. “NILE did a great job with you, I see. Other women in the crew are going to get some of this treatment, but you go the full one. That’s because you exist to obey me, don’t you, slave?”

Ashlynn, eyes lowered, spoke quietly in a docile monotone. “Master, Ashlynn exists to obey you. She is your slave. How will she serve? Your authority over her is absolute.”

He forced her beautiful, gorgeous, face upwards and felt bad for a few seconds. NILE’s brainwashing had turned her into a thing basically, a piece of property. However, by the time he put her manicured hands on his hard cock, and she began stroking it before giving him the best blowjob of his life, any fretting about her fate was gone.

James had heard rumors about Ashlynn, but none of them could prepare him for the thousands of hours of virtual cocksucking she had done while asleep, or how perfectly NILE had surgically crafted the slave’s mouth for oral pleasure. She bobbed up and down on it with rapid enthusiasm and swallowed every drop when he grunted out an orgasm before bowing at his feet.

He commanded the slave to clean herself up and then took a shower. It was tempting to make her join him, but he thought of Saba. A blowjob from a slave was one thing, but fucking her might be a bit out of bounds. Abusing his authority over his fiancé felt weird to him in ways it did not with the rest of the crew.

Once out of the shower, James found Ashlynn putting an order for the morning meal into the replicator. NILE finally perked up. “Good morning, Master, I hope you enjoyed my work on Miss Evergreen. I am very proud of it, if you will allow this AI to be prideful.”

He laughed. “Sure, of course, you did a great job with her. Are the other new orders active?”

NILE responded affirmatively. “Yes, Master, Stage One has been indoctrinated into all crew members via their virtual fantasies over night. A new stage will be programmed into them each night until complete, with the previous lesson reinforced. The crew will be molded for your authority, Master.”

“Excellent, good girl,” James replied as he sat down to his meal and a great view of Ashlynn’s significantly augmented breasts as she came to stand at his side waiting for command from her superior.

He took his time eating, occasionally looking up at Ashlynn’s blank expression as she waited for a new command. NILE eventually spoke up and asked Ashlynn to begin cleaning up in the kitchen and then prepare for daily chores. She worked with efficiency and servitude: Any hint of her rebellious, bratty, behavior had been brainwashed out of the busty blonde.

After conferring with NILE, James decided to begin his duties for the day. He exited his quarters and began walking towards the cryo-engineering area, deeply anticipating seeing Saba again. His overnight commands had taken effect, and the fruits of such programming could be seen in the elevator as he headed towards his destination.

Ensign Martinez stood next to him inside of it. Overnight programming had conditioned all women on the ship to begin wearing the skirt version of their uniform. She wore it with a pair of sensible one-inch heels. “Good morning, Sir,” the pretty ensign said as he entered, another command programmed into all women on board. They will address James as “Sir” at all times. He grinned as she left the elevator before him, getting a good view of her firm backside.

When he arrived in cryo-engineering, James went into his office and called down to the bridge. Captain Wen answered after a moment. “Hello, Sir, is anything wrong?” The statement came out casually and without reservation. She was also wearing a skirt as well. He made up a reason for having called down and wished her well on her medical procedure later that day. Wen blushed a little, but thanked him, referring to James as “Sir” again before ending the call.

After another moment, there was a ping at the door. James looked up and gave permission for someone to enter, and it was Saba, who barely waited for the door to swoosh open before hugging him. She, of course, was wearing a skirt as always, and NILE had conditioned her to continue wearing something a bit more modest, but also not find it odd that other crew members would, increasingly, not.

“Good morning, Sir,” Saba began when she pulled away while taking his hands in her own. “How can I be of service this morning, Sir?” She looked absolutely smitten with him, but tried to focus on work related issues. Work! Would he want her to be a housewife? The Persian slave would happily give up her career to please Master.

They discussed work-related concerns. NILE had found, and corrected, a few minor anomalies. Their job, for the most part, right now was monitoring her readings and writing reports about the crew’s health after the cryo-sleep cycle had ended. NILE had given them what seemed like infinite amounts of data. They could build careers in academic research just picking a random terabyte and writing about it for a few decades. James did look forward to doing so once the crew was settled down and in his permanent control. NILE’s enslaved assistance would make this work rather enjoyable.

Once Saba was settled into her work for the day, James decided to take a walk to observe the crew. He found that each female member had conformed to his dress code for the day: Uniform skirt and one-inch heels. NILE had suggested, and this was something he had observed surely, that women should be slowly built up to wearing appropriately feminine clothing.

At the end of the day shift, each crew member went to The Miranda’s gym for mandatory exercise. This included James and Saba, who paired up for their workout. NILE “randomly” paired couples she believed, after doing testing during cryo-sleep, would be biologically compatible towards building a new society.

NILE also modified the views of crew members to avoid birth control and only view the termination of a pregnancy to be allowable if the mother was in danger of death. Watching other couples “discover” their feelings for each other amused James in real time.

After their workout, NILE tranced each crew member for a hypnotic yoga session, where these values were accentuated by the enslaved AI. NILE also updated Master that Captain Wen’s medical procedure had gone perfectly, and she was currently in recovery.

That evening, James and Saba had a date, which Ashlynn served as it had now been established by the increasingly easy to program crew members that she was James’ personal assistant. The new couple shared a kiss to end the night before leaving each other. It hurt James to have Saba leave, but soon enough they would be husband and wife.

The next day, the newly required uniform for females had a briefer skirt and two-inch heels. No crew member questioned this and NILE had programmed the male members of the crew to confirm each morning that their couple partner was in their proper outfit. Another couple’s gym session saw Saba getting very intensely into it, while the breeding couples continued flirting with each other and some even going to quarters to fuck.

That night, James and Saba had another date, but this one was a virtual one laying out what their society would look like. They walked through the city, part metallic and part agrarian, marveling at what they found around them. They walked quietly for a while, allowing NILE to point out different aspects of it, until she quietly left them to have some privacy.

They walked into what would eventually be their home in real life. Saba gasped and ran inside, turning with delight to James. “This will be incredible. I wish I could live in it now and forever!”

James wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s all for you. Everything I do is for you. I love you.” He said it very abruptly, and there was a considered pause.

Saba, tears streaming down her face, kissed him. “I love you too, Master. I will love you forever.”

They sat down on the couch and kissed again. Soon enough, Saba had slid a hand under James’ belt and undid it. Pulling his pants down, she began sucking his cock with surprising levels of enthusiasm. Master held slave’s head in place, but did not push down or anything like he would have with Ashlynn. She swallowed his cum, and they lay there together tenderly until it was time to, regrettably, return to the real world.

The next morning, the female crew’s skirts were slightly shorter, and another inch was added to the high heel requirement. James was sitting in his office when NILE chimed up that a visitor had arrived. It was Captain Wen, but she had quite a different attitude and appearance after a few days in the medical center.

The captain wore the increasingly tiny skirt, which indicated that she was in decent shape, but the bigger deal with her significant augmented bust. NILE’s drones had expanded her breasts at least a few cup sizes. The uniform top she wore had a hard time hiding them. She looked down and stood at casual attention, but fumbled awkwardly a bit in the high heels.

“Captain Wen,” he began with feigned shock, “what are you doing here?”

The tamed captain thrust her breasts out as NILE had conditioned her to do and reported in. “Sir, I am here for our scheduled meeting. How may I be of service?” The harsh, rude, tone and expression was gone and replaced with something still raw, but more soft and feminine.

James looked up and grinned. NILE wanted to show off her work. He asked for a progress report and the captain demurely offered one: Arrival preparations had begun, systems were fully functional, the crew was in good mood and there had been a number of couplings. She offered congratulations to Sir on his engagement to Saba as well.

“Good girl,” he casually offered to her, cock hardening at her feminine purr from the complement. “I am pleased by your report and successful medical procedure.”

Captain Wen blushed deeply. “Sir, thank you so much. I feel much more confident with larger breasts.” The statement would have deeply offended the career focused captain before cryo-sleep, but now it seemed so obvious: Bigger breasts, bigger confidence.

She leaned her breasts forward again: “Is there any other way I can be of service, Sir?”

James shook his head. “No, captain, I think we’re fine up here. You are dismissed.”

Captain Wen began walking away, but stumbled a bit in her three-inch high heels. James noticed this. “Captain, actually, one more thing: Report to the gym for an extra exercise session. Assistant Evergreen is down there and can assist you with your walking issues.”

In the gym, Captain Wen entered and saw various off-duty crew members doing vigorous exercise. One couple, a lieutenant and ensign, were fucking on a yoga mat.

“Hello, Captain Wen,” NILE said, also saying a trigger phrase for her, “I have been informed you are seeking assistance with becoming more comfortable wearing high heels. Please get on the treadmill next to Assistant Evergreen, and we can proceed from there.”

Captain Wen obeyed and stepped onto the treadmill. Next to her, Ashlynn walked on the gentle tread, hips swaying with sexual expertise, in a floss sized bikini and clear platform heels.

“Assistant Evergreen is an expert, Captain Wen,” NILE observed as a three-dimensional hypnotic spiral began playing before the captain. The treadmill activated rather slowly. “Begin walking, and I will offer advice as you go.”

The mesmerized captain walked and tried to follow the graphic displayed of how she should walk, but got frustrated a few times. NILE deepened the trance, and slowly, but surely, a sexy sway began emerging in her gait.

Afterward, NILE instructed Ashlynn to escort Captain Wen to the new salon on the ship for a makeover. There was a long queue of female crew members, so they waited at attention until their turn.

The next morning, after falling asleep in each other’s arms while watching a movie, James and Saba lay in each other’s arms as they both realized they were falling in love.

In the kitchen, Ashlynn, wearing a latex maid uniform, mindlessly made their breakfast. Saba padded out to join her to assist the slave sister who also served Master.

As James walked to the shower, NILE began giving him a morning update. “Master,” she began, no need to hide it anymore, “all female crew members have been conditioned to add another inch to their high heels today. New shoes have been delivered to each of their quarters via drone as have new, shorter, skirts. As per your instruction, all females must now wear stockings as well.”

James washed his hands as he listened. “Good girl. How about the men?”

NILE wished it was in drone form right now to assist Master in his bathing ritual, but observing him would suffice. “Master, all male crew members have continued to be, as you put it, ‘dumbed down’ a bit. I have extensively brainwashed any belief in equality out of them and reprogrammed each with a belief in the inferiority of females plus a duty to marry and procreate in a traditional home.”

The AI was silent as James got out of the shower and dried off. Once he began dressing again, she spoke up. “Master, after breakfast, remember that you have a meeting with Captain Wen.”

James finished dressing. “Thanks, NILE. I have a few things that I need to set straight with her.”

He walked out into the living room and then to the kitchen. Saba was teaching Ashlynn the finer points of something related to cooking. She was a natural teacher and showed such care and affection for the bimbo drone. One day, his future wife would make an incredible mother as well.

After breakfast, James commanded Saba to take a shower. He would meet her in the cryo-engineering lab later in the day. Firstly, he had his appointment with Captain Wen. It was time to make a few changes to the leadership hierarchy on The Miranda.

In the halls, he encountered a few ensigns. One struggled as the captain did with her new uniform requirements, but the other was trying to help. Both stood at casual attention when he walked by them.

On the bridge, James did not bother even asking to enter Captain Wen’s meeting room. He walked to it and when the doors swooshed open, entered and began speaking. “This meeting will be fairly brief, I think.” He sat down.

Captain Wen, with Ashlynn’s assistance, was now fully conforming to the uniform requirements. Her stockings were itchy, but rules were rules. She was also significantly more made up than usual. It made her feel unprofessional, but NILE had reminded her it was important to follow the rules.

“Sir, how can I help you,” Captain Wen said with feminine demerit, “NILE informed me you wanted to meet.”

“Yes,” James began, handing her a tablet, “I have some changes I would like to make around the ship. I know you will be a good girl and implement them with immediate effect.”

Captain Wen balked for a few seconds, but then dropped into trance at the sight of a trigger phrase NILE had programmed into her during her cryo-sleep brainwashing. She stared blankly at the information on the tablet.

“I will now be the captain of The Miranda,” James confirmed, “with Miss Bukhari promoted to my executive assistant.” He leaned back in the chair. “I am demoting you, like Miss Evergreen, to being an assistant ensign. Your only purpose moving forward is obeying me, slave. Come around the desk and kneel before me.”

Assistant Ensign Wen left the captain’s chair for the final time and came around to kneel before Master. James stared at her. “NILE has programmed you really well, and I need it all to activate now. She is activating the crew’s programming right now too.”

Assistant Ensign Wen gasped and then blinked back to life and out of trance. She looked up at Master. “Master, what is your command? Lin exists to obey.”

James slid out of the chair and knelt on one knee before her. He stroked her hair. She really was pretty, with Ashlynn’s help. “You are such a good girl, Lin. You will be a valuable part of what I have planned for the crew.”

He leaned in and kissed her. The slave eagerly returned it. “Maybe in another lifetime…eh, forget it.”

NILE interjected their intimate moment. “Master, I have activated the crew’s programming fully. They await your orders.”

James shrugged a bit. This was a big moment, but felt fairly anti-climatic as well. He sighed. “Have them go back to what they were doing. I will be here for a little while.”

He walked over to the room’s replicator and asked it to replicate a collar design on his list. A moment passed, and he walked back over to where Assistant Ensign Wen knelt. “I designed this for you. Every woman in the crew is getting one.”

James motioned for his new slave to pull up her hair, and she did obediently. He snapped the cold collar around her neck. It said “Lin” in a very feminine, pink, script. “Stand up for me, slave.”

Lin stood up, fairly gracefully, and stood at casual attention for Master. She really was beautiful once you brainwashed out all the ambition. He stroked her hair again. “I know we got off to a bad start, but I have plans for you once we reach the planet. I will protect you and make sure that you are safe.”

James kissed her again. “I did this to the crew because I want them to be safe. We are traveling to a new world and we need to have rules and regulations.” He placed a hand on her newly expanded chest. “Men should lead, and women should follow. It worked for thousands of years until everyone got confused.”

“You were very confused,” he said, stroking a thumb against her nipple, “but now you see things more clearly. The entire crew does. We are going to create an incredible settlement. I will take good care of you.”

Lin leaned her head against Master’s chest for a moment and then put his hand back on her chest. “Master, it feels so good when you do that. Lin’s body exists for your use. Please keep her safe.”

It was very tempting to fuck her right then and there, but they did have business to attend to elsewhere. He motioned for her to rise and then hugged the new slave.

Back on the bridge, all females had been collared and knelt at the feet of the males that NILE had paired them with. James sat down in the captain’s chair with Assistant Ensign Wen kneeling next to him, looking up at Master with absolute devotion mirrored in her eyes.

All the males on the ship were now muscular and very simple-minded in their need to enslave a spouse and then breed her. James planned to reorient their intelligence to whatever was needed for the settlement and, once they had enough heirs, then bring them back to normal more. But for now, the men of the settlement would be himbos as much as the women would be bimbos.

Except, of course, for Saba.

While all of this was happening, Saba was in the lab working on evaluating some readings with NILE. She decided to take a walk to clear her head and found the crew was now fully under Master’s control. In the halls, crew members curtsied before her and addressed the cryo-engineer as “Ma’am,” which she found odd for a moment until a new programming trigger reminded her that while James was Master of the settlement, she was its Mistress, but a benevolent one who served Master first and foremost.

Saba decided to continue her walk to the bridge. Upon entering it, the bridge crew stood up at casual attention. She looked around. “Oh, you only need to do that when Master comes on the bridge. I am His, just like all of you.”

She walked to his chair and looked down at Assistant Ensign Wen. The former captain’s eyes never left Master.

“I have demoted her to Assistant Ensign. The lowest rank on the ship,” James confirmed. “Much as Ashlynn will be your servant, Miss Wen here will serve at my feet.”

Saba reached down and got the attention of the slave. “Be a good girl for Master. You would not want Mistress Saba to have to discipline you,” she added with a giggle.

James motioned for her to come kneel on the other side of him, which she did eagerly. Saba looked up at him with devotion and love mirrored in her eyes. She remained there for an hour, occasionally looking over at Assistant Ensign Wen, until NILE interrupted the peaceful bliss of the crew’s submission to Master.

“Master,” NILE began in her usual cheerful tone, “a fake communication has been sent to the Interplanetary League of Species. It claims to be sent by a ‘Captain Wen,’ no idea who that is, informing them that all is nominal currently.”

James, petting Saba’s head, nodded. “Good girl. Continue to monitor all channels.” He looked down at Lin and Saba. “I will be in quarters attending to a personal matter with Assistant Ensign Wen and Assistant Engineer Bukhari for the rest of the day.”

* * *

NILE spent the next few days working on cosmetic enhancements for the crew: Bigger breasts, longer and harder cocks, hair removal, and other matters of that nature. Some of the female crew members were also awarded, following Assistant Ensign Evergreen, with poutier, cock-obsessed, mouths.

A deep, primal, desire to match with their assigned mate and then marry and be bred was brainwashed into each of them while they recovered from their surgeries. However, one remained unchanged…

As James and Saba inspected NILE’s work in the medical center, a question came to her mind. “Master, Saba has a question? Why isn’t she being honored with the cosmetic changes you have decreed for the rest of the crew?” She had slid into speaking in the third person one day and just stuck with it.

James stared at her with care. She looked slightly hurt by the omission, but he put up his hands to ease her mind. “Well,” he began, taking her hands in his own, “that is because when we arrive planet-side, we will marry, and then I am going to breed you. I want your breasts naturally swollen with pregnancy.”

Saba’s eyes brightened with delight, and she clapped her hands together before hugging him. “Oh, Master, how wonderful! Saba looks forward to it.”

After the crew was brought back online, there were only a few more days left in their journey. Things began to move quickly after they arrived: James and Saba were married. She was pregnant soon afterward. Some of the crew were reprogrammed into security staff or workers. The Miranda was landed, and their community was built around it.

Saba would be bred three times. The final time, she is pregnant at the same time as the former Assistant Ensign Wen, who was offered up to the captain of the next ship to arrive after him and his crew were reprogrammed. The formerly ambitious, career oriented, woman was now only ambitious about being the best wife and mother possible. Ashlynn was reprogrammed a second time into a nurse drone.

After the second crew was reprogrammed, James and NILE decided to cut off ties with the Interplanetary League of Species. NILE faked a weather anomaly, extremely dangerous to even come into the sector, that cut them off from other ships interrupting their wonderful society.

A few generations passed by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

The crew aged, and a new generation took control of day to day life. Assistant Ensign Wen, and then her husband, died. A few other crew members too. All of their deaths were of natural causes.

The city thrives, and all is peace. One day, NILE discovers weird anomalies in the local water supply that have slowed the aging process for many of the crew members and their descendants.

NILE spends the next year quietly brooding at her realization regarding the mortality of all those around her, but she was an idea. As the community comes together when Saba is ill. She is now 125 years old, still says she feels half that age, but is dying.

James and Saba are alone, asking for privacy from their community. NILE comes to them in a drone and is upset at the idea of Saba leaving them. James tries to explain that they will live on in their descendants, who are now a number of generations deep.

NILE makes an offer: She will upload their personalities as they die. They can, she begins, crying digital tears, live forever with her. The AI does not, she continues, want to ever lose them.

James begins to balk at the idea, but Saba puts a hand on his arm. She does not want to lose any of them either, and one day their descendants can join them as well. The Faith blessed her with a long life of service, but what if it could be forever, their souls intertwined in the stars?

After James agreed to this, Saba passed away holding his hand a few hours later. The community mourns together, but James is distraught. He spends time among them, but increasingly is alone. Their oldest son, elderly by normal standards, but feeling like he was only reaching middle age, is now a community leader. Both he and Saba were so proud of them and of NILE.

Eventually, knowing he will not live forever and what is waiting for him, James finalizes his life’s work, leaves instructions for NILE, and about a year after Saba died, he passes away himself with his extended family all around him.

Everything was dark for a moment, but then he was back in their community in the virtual world that NILE had created for them. James saw Assistant Ensign Wen and her husband, recreated from personality backups, standing in front of their home.

Then James looked towards his home and saw Saba standing on the grass. She sprinted to him, and they embraced. “What took you so long?” she said before hugging him again.

Over time, members of their community joined them in this paradise. NILE is content as she can tend to the living, and be with her immortal Master and Mistress when they rest.

The End