New Recruit

The nightclub is busy. The music is loud. The drinks are flowing. And Audrey is stalking out potential new slaves for her Master's harem. As she scans the room, she spots me, sitting at the bar, sipping on a mocktail—alone.

I’m sitting and sipping, wondering where the hell my friends have gotten to. We were supposed to meet here half an hour ago—did they all flake out? Scanning the bar, I momentarily catch the eye of one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen, and duck my head sheepishly. She is slender, dark-haired and -eyed, wearing a little black dress that shows off her long legs and a great deal of smooth, light-brown skin. What am I thinking? She's way outta my league.

But she grins, wolfishly, and crosses the floor, through the throng of people on the dancefloor, a predator with prey in its sights. She’s heading straight toward me, and I hold my breath—but she approaches the woman sitting on the barstool next to me. Of course, I think, and turn back to my drink.

I don’t see what she does, but a moment later, movement makes me turn my head just in time to see the woman place her half-drunk cocktail on the bar, and walk off with a glassy stare. A moment later, the dark-haired beauty slips into the newly vacated chair.

I am, silently, gay panicking. Gorgeous woman sitting next to me. What do I do, what do I do?

She turns to me. "Well, hello... aren't you a pretty little thing?"

It takes me a second to register that she’s talking to me. "I-I, uh, thanks, you too?" I blush. "I mean, you're gorgeous, you know that. I mean—" I bite off my stream of anxious words. "I mean, um, hi?" I smile sheepishly.

She laughs and smiles, lovingly, before taking my hand and folding it into hers, slowly tracing a lazy pattern across my palm with her fingers. "I'm Audrey. And you are...?"

I shiver. "Jenny..." I say, looking down at our hands.

"Jenny...." she purrs. "Such a pretty name, such a pretty girl...." She emphasizes “girl”, and continues to trace along my palm—a regular pattern, yet somehow impossible to fully understand or anticipate. "You know why I'm here, don't you?" She fixes me with a magnetic stare.

I can't help but look back into her eyes, pinned by them and yet simultaneously distracted by the pattern she’s tracing. "I-I don't know. Why..?" I ask.

"Ssssh... You know why I'm here..." she repeats. Her eyes are so deep, so dark, beguiling, drawing me deeper.

That's... weird... I think, but I can't look away. "I... I know why you're here..?" I repeat, uncertain. It's certainly possible I do and I'm just having trouble remembering, I seem to be having trouble thinking in general at the moment, her touch distracting me from her eyes distracting me from my thoughts distracting me from her eyes distracting me from her touch distracting me from...

She reaches out with her other hand and strokes my hair, then my cheek. "Good girl... You know why I'm here..." The absorbing dark of her eyes seems to intensify.

I smile involuntarily. Her touch feels good and my confused, distracted brain links that to being a good girl. "I know why you're here..."

I can't look away, I feel like I'm falling into her eyes...

"Look deeper,” she says. Her voice is low and soft, but the noise of the bar seems to have fallen away. There’s nothing but her voice, and her eyes, twin voids that draw me in and pull me down. “So much deeper now. Know. Accept... Obey..." She waits for a moment, and then, sharply, pulls my hand toward her. "And sleep..."

I collapse into her, my precariously balanced mind tumbling down into blissful darkness.

She pulls my body towards her, stroking my hair and whispering in my ear. I don’t remember what she tells me, but soon we are walking out of the bar. She shepherds me into a waiting black limousine, and that is the last thing I know until I awaken somewhere else.

The room is dark and bare, save for a single, high-backed chair, to which I am strapped and bound. Across all four surrounding walls are floor to ceiling screens, currently dark.

I awaken slowly at first, then start to full wakefulness as I realize I'm bound and don't know where I am. I struggle against my bonds, but I'm held tightly, albeit not uncomfortably. "Help!" I cry out. "Someone, please!"

"There's no one here." Audrey laughs, stepping into view from where she’d apparently been watching me from off to the side somewhere. A spotlight suddenly stabbed down on the both of us, half-blinding me. "Or at least, no one who will help you escape your bonds. They're entirely necessary, you see, for what comes next."

"What—what have you done to me?" I demand. "What is all this?"

She steps behind you, and gently caresses my shoulders, before licking the side of my neck, all the way up my cheek, and nibbling lightly on my ear. "I'm here to help you, Jenny. You see, I have a very important job to do..." She moves around to my other side, and licks and nibbles again. "I must prepare you..."

I can't help but shiver. "You—you can help me by letting me go!"

"Ohhh, I can't do that. Not until..." She places her index finger against my forehead and lightly trace a spiral. "Your mind is free..." She pulls out a remote control in her free hand, and her fingers lightly dance over a button, without quite activating it yet.

My eyes flutter as she traces the spiral, and I feel the world around me receding, my mind threatening to tumble down once again. "N-no," I manage. "Please... don't do this..."

"Too late! It has begun!" she shouts and activates the screens. Suddenly, all around me, the screens fire up. A dazzling, overwhelming, seemingly endless loop of short clips begin playing. Audrey smiling, spirals spinning in her eyes, caressing her fingertips together and clicking out a tick, tock rhythm. Tick, tock, mind drops, brain off... a girlish voice chants all around me.

I gasp, looking around franticly for some kind of help, something to focus on so that my eyes don't get drawn into those spirals, that magnetic gaze, that rhythmic snapping. But it is everywhere.

Audrey caresses my cheek. "Watch and learn. Listen and accept. Surrender—and obey." The camera appears to be zooming in slowly on her eyes, the girlish voice beginning to echo in and over itself.

I whimper softly. "I... I..." It's echoing in my ears, my mind. Tick, tock. It's so hard to think about anything else as I fall into Audrey’s eyes, everywhere. Mind drops. So hard to think... So much easier if I don't... Brain off.

"Heheheheheh..." A low, commanding, male voice echoes around me.

The screen’s images start to shift, still showing Audrey’s eyes but beginning to intercut with what appears to be porn. Women submitting to men. Women kneeling. Women getting face fucked, raw. Women pleasuring each other.

I whimper, struggling weakly against my bonds as my pussy begins to moisten and my nipples harden in response.

Outside of my eyeline, Audrey kneels down, and parts my legs. As I succumb to the onslaught of mind-numbing porn, she pulls down my panties and begins to lick, suck, and kiss my pussy.

As she does, the screen changes again, keeping everything it has already shown me, but interspersing new images—a towering, totemic cock, a man's eyes, and subliminal instructions for me to watch, learn, and admit my weakness in the face of such power.

"Ohhh..." I moan, my back arching as I gaze helplessly into the screen. "No..." I whimper softly, rejecting the idea of sex with a man, but my resistance is crumbling away and my arousal mounting by the second as Audrey teases me.

For what seems like an eternity, the screen and audio on a loop, Audrey’s ministrations keep going. Eventually, she pulls away, but replaces her tongue with a device that does much the same, light years beyond a mere vibrator. But every time I get close to coming, it somehow knows, and slows down, pulls back, does something that dampens me down just below the threshold.

"Ahhh..." I moan, struggling to crest over the top, unable to, the first time it drops off before I can cum. "Please..." The second time my begging is more frantic. By the fifth, I can't even make the words, just pathetic whimpering as need fills me, my eyes filled with images of cock. I am weak, empty, pleading, desperate, but it goes on and on, an eternity of perfect edging, for hours.

Then, all of a sudden, the screens stop, the audio finishes, the lights go out. Nothing. Silence. I sag helplessly against my bonds, exhausted, whimpering softly and needily.

The spotlight appears once more. Audrey is there, dressed in a tight catsuit, holding a whip. "Well? Do you understand now?"

"...please..." I whimper softly, barely able to get the word out.

She approaches, and leans over me. "Please what?"

"Please... needta... cum," I whimper, the last word almost a squeak.

She traces the whip down my torso. "Oh, no, I'm afraid not. Your mind and will have softened nicely, but you’ve clearly not fully absorbed the programming. Not yet."

I writhe as much as I can, though between my exhaustion and the bonds, that's not much. "Nnnnn," I groan in frustration.

"I'm not done with you yet,” she taunts. “Master's not done with you yet."

"...please..."

She slaps my cheek. "No! You don't get to decide!" She shouts, then climbs into my lap, straddling me. "Master. Always. Wins. And until you're begging for his cock, his cum, rather than your own pathetic orgasm, you'll not be set free."

"Sorry," I whimper. "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry, sorry, please..." My cheek stings, and yet in my aroused state that stinging feels good.

She slaps me again. "You like that? Good, you're learning..." she whispers in my ear, her body against mine, treating me like a lover.

"Ahhh..." I purr. "Please... I need..."

She kisses me, hard, and then leaps off me, waltzing out of the room as it plunges into darkness yet again. That same male, commanding voice echoes around me as the screens come back to life. I fall silent, my mind already trained to automatically focus on the screens as soon as they activate.

Master is Perfect, says that voice. Master is All. You belong to Master. You worship Master. You crawl on your knees for Master. You are addicted to Master. There can only be Master. You will love no one else. The porn this time is full of women worshipping the mighty cock of the same man from the first set of videos. I recognize some of the women I see. Actresses. Pop stars. TV presenters. Sportswomen. Models. YouTube stars. Respected academics. Feminist campaigners. Politicians.

In my sex-addled, exhausted state, it doesn’t even occur to me to wonder if those images are deepfakes or somehow real. I barely register the women as individuals, just that they are familiar women, desirable women, women I respect and admire, all worshiping Master's cock.

Master? I think. Yes, Master's cock. Their Master, Audrey's Master... it's so hot, I'm so wet, so desperate and needy... I want to join them in their worship. The idea enters my head from somewhere and I know it's true: I worship Master. The dam broken, other ideas flow in with ease, cycling through my mind over and over again, becoming clearer, more true, with every cycle. Master is Perfect. Master is All. You belong to Master. You worship Master. You crawl on your knees for Master. You are addicted to Master. There can only be Master. You will love no one else. Again and again they repeat. I hear them in so many voices: Audrey's, the voices of the women I'm seeing on the screen, the childlike voice I heard earlier, the deep, masculine voice I now think of as Master's voice. And one more, with subtly different words—my own voice, stumbling at first, but with repetition soon rising into a steady chant: "Master is Perfect. Master is All. I belong to Master. I worship Master. I crawl on my knees for Master. I am addicted to Master. There can only be Master. I will love no one else."

This continues on for at least another two hours, endless chanting and helpless arousal suspended just below completion. This time, the instant the screens go blank, Audrey is already upon me, tracing her hands and her tongue all over my body.

"Ahhh..." I moan, shuddering in pleasure. She's so hot There can only be Master. "Please... I need..." to cum I am addicted to Master. "Need Master..."

She grins, and scrapes her nails down my cheek. "What do you need from Master?"

"Ahhhhh..." I moan, writhing against my bonds. "I worship Master... crawl on my knees for Master..."

"You exist to make Master cum, don't you, Slave?"

"Yes...!" I moan ecstatically. "I belong to Master!"

"What does your pleasure mean, compared to Master's?"

"Nothing!" I gasp. "Master is All!"

"...and who are you, compared to Master?"

"I'm nothing! Just a slave! Master is perfect!"

"Correct. Final question, Slave. Who am I?"

I understand. Who you are, who I am, who all women should be. "Master's slave!"

"Correct. We are all slaves for Master. All women shall be, whether they like it, or not." Audrey climbs off me, and sinks to her knees again, moving close to my pussy yet again. "She's ready, Master..." She smiles into the darkness, before looking back at me. "It's time. But you will not cum."

"I will not cum," I agree dutifully, but as I do I'm looking around as best I can, desperate to see Master. He's here! Master is here! Oh, I wish I weren't bound, I should be crawling on my knees for Master!

A man enters the room, and Audrey releases my bonds. "Hello, Slave," he says.

I fall to my knees, my eyes glued to his feet as the idea of raising them to meet his gaze is overwhelming. "Master," I say softly, my voice filled with love and awe.

"You are reborn, Slave. You will take your place amongst the Harem, once you have proven yourself with pleasure. But first, tell me. What is the place of all women?"

The answer springs instantly into my mind. A few hours ago it would have horrified me, but now it is as natural as breathing and as sexually exciting as the pussy-stimulating machine was. "Crawling at your feet, Master, as your cock-worshipping slaves."

"Well done." Audrey shucks down her trousers and frees his cock. "And what of women who believe they should be independent, that they have their own lives, rejecting my control?"

His cock fills my vision. My mouth waters and my pussy dampens. But even as my mind goes cockcockcockcock, my answer is automatic. "They should be broken and taught the error of their ways, Master, as Audrey broke and taught me. I hope one day I can serve you as she has, by recruiting some other foolish girl for you."

"Oh, I'll make sure you will. Now, prove yourself. Pleasure me!" From behind, Audrey slips headphones over my ears, and those same subliminals, now replicated as a chorus of seemingly hundreds of women, plays over and over again.

"Oh, thank you Master, thank you!" Eagerly, I take his cock in my mouth. I've never done this before, but somehow I know exactly what will best please his, as if it's been programmed into me—which, I know, it has, and that makes it even hotter for me.

The voices surround me as my mind melts once again. The videos fire up, and it feels like I am one among many, pleasuring Master’s mighty cock.

Smiling, Audrey sinks to her knees once more, bending low. Instinctively—programmatically—understanding, I spread my legs wider and straighten my spine to give her access without distracting from the absolute necessity of pleasuring Master. Once I do, she immediately resumes licking, sucking, kissing my crotch.

My body shudders with pleasure and arousal, but does not tip over. How can it? There no longer is any “me”; I am empty, mindless, melted away into a sea of women, all Master’s, all worshipping, completely interchangeable. There is no Jenny right now; there is only Slave.

Slave worships her Master’s cock eagerly with her lips and tongue and fingers. My identity erased, I am only Slave. Audrey is also Slave. All women are Slave. All sluts will serve.

Master begins to facefuck me, without remorse or pity. I am Slave. We are all Slave. This is what we deserve. This is what we exist for.

I eagerly take Master’s cock down my slave throat, my slave hands stroking his thighs and balls, my slave eyes wide and somehow blank and eager all at once.

Master grips your hair tightly, forcing me onto his cock as he begins to spurt down my throat. "Cum, Slaves!" he shouts. I scream around his cock, his cum sliding down my slave throat, my slave pussy clenching and releasing as my helpless little slave body shudders and trembles.

He pulls out of me and pushes me to the floor, leaving both Slave and Slave panting, wet, and defeated. Slave and Slave cling to each other, empty yet full, replete yet needy, exhausted yet eager for more.

Catsuited slave rises, remembering what happened next when she awoke to her true slave-self, and removes Master's clothes. Standing over me, Master smiles. "Delightful. I always enjoy the next part. Breaking the new slave in..."

Lying beneath Master, I smile and lay flat on my back, spreading my legs and wiggling my hips invitingly. "Whatever pleases you, Master..." I whisper.

"Mmm..." He grins, and climbs on top of me, easing his shaft into my pussy before beginning to pound away, almost passively. He is mechanical, not fucking me so much as using my cunt to masturbate—I’m just a cocksleeve, another slave in the harem, a cum dumpster for his pleasure now.

Which is the hottest thing I could ever be. "Ahhh... Master!" I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist and clutching his shoulders. "Please, yes, use your slave's pussy!” I am wet, hot, snugly slick as I quiver around him.

"All praise Master! Hail Master!" the other Slave screams, reveling in my defeat.

"Praise Master! Hail Master!" I cry fervently, passionately.

Master continues to fuck me hard, fast, unrelenting, powerful, intimidating. I am so full, coming right up to the edge of coming as Master pounds me, but I hold myself back, knowing that Slave's pleasure doesn't matter, that Slave's orgasm is Master’s to grant or deny as he pleases. My surrender is total. My orgasm is Master’s, my body is Master’s, my mind is Master’s.

Master pulls out, dangling his cock millimeters above my pussy. "Ready, Slave? Are you defeated? Are you mine?"

"Yours, Master! Utterly yours!" I cry fervently.

"YOU! ARE! MINE!!!!" He screams, entering me one last time, and cumming deep within me.

"YOURS!" I scream in ecstasy—not orgasm, because Slave orgasms only at Master’s command, but the even greater pleasure Slave feels when she pleases Master.

Master leans down close to me. "You may cum, pet..."

"YES!" I scream as I cum. "Your pet, Master! YOUR SLAVE!" I shudder and gasp as the orgasm goes on and on, erasing every lingering trace of Jenny. I might pretend to be her as needed to recruit for Master or serve in other ways, but Slave is the core of who I am now, completely and unquestionably.

The Slave who sometimes pretends to be Audrey watches on, proudly, knowing another Slave Sister has joined the Harem, and remembering how good it felt when Master fucked her, hard, to erase herself. I know what she feels because she is me and I am her: we are both Slave. Servitude is our only reason for being. There truly is no Jenny, no Audrey, only Slave—forever.

Slave is so excited for the day you, too, can finally join us.