Eva’s body was tingling with electricity as she knelt and recited everything she was supposed to feel towards the magnificent woman in front of her and instead felt toward someone else entirely. It hardly made a difference. She was as wet and tense as she would be if it were true, naked and vulnerable and ready to be used at any moment, eager to be fucked, eager to obey, and entirely convinced of the fact that she existed only to serve. She had no other worth. No other purpose. 

She said everything she was expected to say. Presented herself the way she was expected to present herself. It was ritual and dance and sex, and the words were as hot as desperate first kisses and as sacred as confessions of eternal love. There were a lot of them, and her brain ached with the nervous effort to recall everything that Vicky had taught her – but somehow she managed. Somewhere, between her own brainwashed receptiveness and the sheer correctness of all of it, it was almost easy, as if all she had needed was a nudge in the right direction. Words flowed like honey out of her smiling, trembling lips, and she said it all, as Devanshi smiled and nodded, self-satisfied and callous at the same time, licking her lips as Eva recited all the right phrases, all the right oaths, all the right proclamations of subservience.

“I have been fully claimed and conquered,” she finally prayed, tits out and legs spread. It was the last stanza, and her body was on fire with sacred arousal. “All that I am is yours forever. My body, mind and soul are bound to serve as property, at any cost and without question. I am your whore, your piece of flesh, your toy, your little plaything! Your words are truth and law and all that I desire, Mistress! Command me, use me, fuck me, own me, anything you want I’ll give, I’m nothing without you! – I will obey, I will obey, I will obey!”

She whimpered and sighed with grateful relief. It was done. She had done it!

She fell forward, prostrating herself, her head on the floor, breathing rapidly, her body shivering as she awaited divine judgment. And as silence stretched around her, she could not help but quietly judge Devanshi in return. Her ritual of submission had an undeniable elegance and poetry, and it was really fucking hot to say it all, but Eva couldn’t help but feel that it was a quite overwrought and grandiose thing to insist upon when you could simply have your brainwashed slaves gush their own words of fanatical devotion instead. If it were Eva holding the leash, she would want brainwashed whores like herself to use their own words instead of following a script. That way, it would feel even more like their controlled minds didn’t have a choice but to utterly debase themselves and offer themselves entirely.

Devanshi seemed to prefer the authority of forcing her own words into her property’s minds and mouths, and Eva was more than happy to comply. Anything to serve. Anything to obey.

Anything that would allow her to eventually serve Emily.

“Much better, slave,” said Devanshi, and Eva let out a soft sigh of relief. “But we’re not done yet. Let’s make sure Emily didn’t miss anything more… fundamental.”

What? No! Oh God, no, please–

“नींद!”

Eva fell unconscious. Then she woke up. Then she felt cold. Then she cried. Then she came. Trigger phrases hammered into her brainwashed mind and met no resistance at all, and Devanshi did not let up. Emily’s enslaver was a relentless woman, and she took Eva through the ringer without mercy, thoroughly testing her deepest and most extreme programming, triggering her, pushing her beyond what would have once been the most unthinkable reaches of her shame, bringing her to orgasm, making her faint, making her retch, making her cramp and twitch with pain and dread, until – finally – they were done.

Eva wheezed and panted. Her skin was suffocating her, sweaty and sticky and unbearably hot, her body aching from head to toe, shivers of a thousand messy emotions still roiling in the pit of her stomach like clawing animals. She felt like she had just run a marathon. She had been completely out of control. Her body had been nothing more than a puppet. Her mind had been shut off and on again. Her entire being had been tossed and shaken and twisted around. It was both incredibly hot and terrifying to realize just how much programming there was in the back of her own mind despite her botched enslavement. Holy fuck. Emily might have failed to put the intended words and the intended enslaver into the front of Eva’s brain, but the subliminal barrage of the pre-programmed base brainwashing seemed to have done its job just as intended. Maybe even better. After all, Eva had spent extra time in the chair thanks to Emily’s lapse in consciousness.

There was an undeniable beauty to it all. Eva imagined Emily being the one triggering her to cum with a single phrase, and her heart bloomed with sizzling excitement. Holy shit. I’m so controlled. I’m so brainwashed. The only thing that soured the thought was the fact that her wonderfully programmed and shackled brain could be used against her the very moment that Devanshi Charan had any suspicion that she might not serve her like she was pretending to. She was in so much more danger than she had realized. She was–

“Whom do you serve?”

No! No! No!!! For a split second Eva’s world threatened to crumble and collapse, and she fully expected herself to crumble along with it, and reveal it all, just as she had thought that the test was over!

Except–

“You, Mistress! Devanshi Charan! Owner of my will, who claimed my soul and my body! Anything for you! I will obey!”

It hadn’t been a trigger. Unlike all the other things that Devanshi had said before, her words had not compelled Eva to act without thought. She had been able to lie!

But why? She managed to wonder.

It didn’t matter. Eva looked into the proud and satisfied eyes of the woman that held the keys to her soul, and saw her believe what was almost true.

And just like that, Eva could tell that it was over: The unruly slave had been brought into line, her programming standardized, her importance downgraded from ‘problem case’ to ‘just another whore in a stable of whores’. There was nothing more to worry about.

Devanshi’s biggest sin was pride. She couldn’t imagine that her system had a weakness.

The slavemistress turned her gaze away from Eva, and lazily gestured to the other whore in the room. “Good job, slave Vicky, you may come,” said Devanshi, and Eva heard Vicky’s moan behind herself.

“Now go, and report to slave Laura. I want you back in rotation as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they both said. Vicky was just as good at hiding her true feelings as Eva had hoped. She’d clocked her for a two-faced snake the moment she’d met her for the first time, and now that quality of hers had become a huge advantage.

They bowed ceremoniously, and left Devanshi’s office, not daring to make eye contact until the door was firmly closed behind them – and even then, the expression in Vicky’s face was clear: Don’t fucking drop your guard until we’re way out of earshot.

Even when they were back in the slave quarters, Vicky didn’t drop her act. She made sure to loudly gloat about the work she had done to Eva, and Eva did everything to play along when Vicky commanded her to kiss her, and to go on her knees and bury her face into Vicky’s crotch, licking her cunt. Vicky had threatened her with this, after all – in front of the others. Vicky and Eva had both agreed that not going through with it would have been out of character.

Honestly, it was fucking hot. The green room was packed and bustling, and there were dozens of slaves present to witness it all. Eva could tell that most of them enjoyed it a lot. She would have, too, if she had been the one to watch another woman helplessly programmed to serve.

Vicky took one of the chairs that slaves like them liked to lounge and masturbate in, and spread her legs. Eva obediently dove between them, and it wasn’t long before Vicky came against her mouth. 

When they were done, there were more than a few slaves waiting for them, pussies wet and glowing with adoration – and to Eva’s surprise, they all approached her, to kiss her and embrace her, offering words of affirmation and congratulation, telling her how sorry they were that she’d had to spend an entire week with imperfect programming, and how glad they were that Eva was now truly and properly enslaved like she was supposed to be. One after the other, over and over, pressing their half-naked skin against hers, gently telling her what a good whore she was going to be, telling her that she was nothing but property now. She already recognized many of them. Recognized their lips. Recognized their smell. Recognized the feeling of their fingers around her curves. 

She thanked them all with soft words of gratitude and affirmations of her own, and she couldn’t help but feel a warm fuzzy glow in her chest in addition to the aching throb between her legs.

It was so nice to be among friends.

She couldn’t wait for all of them to be Emily’s whores.

“Okay, okay, let’s all calm down,” came an urgent voice from the end of the room.

It was Laura. She must have joined them at some point, and was holding her tablet like she so often did. 

She looked at Vicky, then Eva. “Welcome back you two, you’ve been missed,” she said. “We’re all glad you're finally fully aligned, even though I don’t want to imply that you have not already served well. In fact, I want to point out just how eagerly Eva managed to serve in her own unconventional way. She might have been in the center of a lot of disruptions in the past few days, but I think we can all agree that a brainwashed whore like her can’t be made responsible for the failure of the programming that was raped into her mind.”

There were nods all around, and just as much appreciative grins. Eva could tell how many eyes were on her naked skin and between her legs. It made her nipples grow hard with arousal to know just how turned on everyone was by Laura’s bit of appreciative dirty talk.

“That being said, I noticed that you’ve already warmly welcomed her back, so I guess I needn’t have worried that anyone was holding anything against her.”

She gave Vicky a pointed look. 

Vicky cleared her throat. “Of course,” she said. “We’re all slaves serving the same goal. The same mistress. We all exist to serve, and nothing is ever more important than that. I’ll never use her at the expense of paying clientele. She’s… just as good of a slave as I am.”

She had managed to put just the right amount of arrogance into it. A brainwashed slave, utterly eager to serve, programmed to obey – but still a belligerent little bitch that was going to take what she could get.

“At least, now she is,” she added, with a smirk and a sidelong glance at Eva.

There were some groans, and some chuckles, and Laura raised her eyebrows critically – but left it at that. She didn’t tell her off. Didn’t probe any further. Vicky had been chosen by Mistress Devanshi to enslave others, and everyone knew she was good at it. Also, everyone wanted to fuck her or was in love with her for being the one that had enslaved them. That bought her a lot of social capital.

Yeah. No way Eva would have been able to do this without her.

Laura cleared her throat.

“Good,” she said. “Time to get to work, then. Kyla, your schedule’s been expanded, please check your Asks and tell me if you’ve got any questions. Amalie, Mr. Freiberg has cancelled his appointment, but you might be dance partners with Hannah in that time slot. I’ll get back to you on that. Shani, your fuck chamber has a water leak, you’ll take number forty-one instead.”

And so another evening shift began at the compound. Fuckslaves received their briefings, and continued applying their make-up, and readied themselves as the minutes counted down. Pretty little things and fuckable bombshells and tall imposing goddesses, dark skins and freckles and glistening bronze, bustling and crowding like a swarm of sexy bees, half-naked and deep in each other’s personal spaces - some of them actively kissing or fingering each other because they couldn’t wait one more minute to give in to the irresistible impulse to touch and be touched. A full weekend roster, ready to offer their holes, ready to give every last bit of themselves to serve the one that had taken their will – and among them, two beautiful slaves that were just as brainwashed as the rest of them, but serving a different mistress altogether in secret. 

Vicky and Eva had their own Asks to prepare for, their own bodies to make presentable and ready to be taken advantage of, and so they joined the throng, found themselves unoccupied makeup chairs in the noise of it all, and went to task without any more delay. It didn’t matter what kind of stressful day they had already had. It didn’t matter what complexities and doubts lay ahead of them. Right now, it was time for them to be the one thing that they unambiguously were: Eager fuckslaves. They gave each other one last knowing look before their paths diverged into different dark rooms where they would both be used for sex, and then nothing else mattered.

God, she had missed this so much. This was so much easier.

There was a knock on the door, and Eva’s body tensed with joyous anticipation. She knew who it was, of course, and she was ready for him. She was wearing the same wool hat as last time, but instead of jeans and a shirt, she was wearing a summer dress beneath her leather jacket.

“You know you can come in,” she said. “No pun intended!”

The door opened, and Sam the romantic fool stepped inside.

He gave her a shy little smile. “Hey. I know you’re supposed to wait a bit longer before you call back, but I figured… what the hell.”

She smiled at him as she bounced off the bed and held out her arms in front of herself, inviting him into an embrace. He closed the door behind himself, and carefully approached. Eva closed the gap and threw herself at him. Her feet were burning with the restless drive to be close to him, to be available to him, to give him the intimacy that he so desperately wanted.

He held her tightly, and she embraced him back, not letting go until he finally ended it on his own. He smelled nice. Different from last time. Better, actually. She felt his body against hers, and for a brief moment it wasn’t even the brainwashing that compelled her to press herself against him. It was just… nice to be held, and to be appreciated. This wasn’t brainwashed slaves offering their eager affirmations. This was just a dorky little loser with lots of issues, glad to be with her again – so very innocent despite its immorality.

When the embrace finally ended, it felt almost sad.

Sam cleared his throat. “So… yeah. I’m back. Couldn’t help myself. Last time was just too nice. Fucked up, but nice. Like, you’re still into this, aren’t you?”

She smiled. “Again, you already know that I wouldn’t admit it if I wasn’t – but for what it’s worth: Yes! I’m very much into this!”

He nodded, and licked his lips. Eva caught him glancing at her cleavage, and winked at him when his gaze returned to her eyes. He blushed. “Sorry,” he said. “I mean… not sorry I guess.”

He chuckled quietly. “Want to get out of here?”

She offered her hand. “Let’s go!”

They exited the room, and Eva was about to take the way to the gardens, when Sam stopped her. “No,” he said. “I mean, all the way out.”

That took Eva by surprise. She knew she’d been booked for four hours, and she knew that she wasn’t confined to her fuck chamber – but she didn’t know that they were allowed to leave the compound.

“I–” she began, “I’m sorry to already break the artifice, but I’m not allowed to leave.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I requested it last minute. Cost a fortune. Do you want to check with whatshername?”

“Laura.”

"Yes! That one!"

“Yes. Sorry. I have to check.”

“Of course,” he said. “I think she’s in the lobby anyway. Want to take me?”

Eva blinked. She was still adjusting to what she’d just been told. She could also check her tablet. If Sam was telling the truth, Laura would have updated the brief. She must have missed it while dressing herself.

It would be just as fast to go to the front desk and ask her in person. They were already halfway down the hallway.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she said with a smile. “If it’s a date, we want to spend as much quality time as possible, right? Four hours might seem like a lot, but time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Exactly.”

And so, they met Laura at the front desk, and she did indeed confirm that Sam had paid the necessary security and confidentiality surcharge and deposit to take Eva off the premises.

“I wanted to take you out last time,” Sam commented. “But I was told there were some outstanding issues that needed to be fixed.”

Eva nodded. “Yes. True. That got cleared up earlier today.” 

Wow. And just like that, she had gone from sclava non grata to trusted to go out with a client. Devanshi really did trust her system to a fault.

Except, not entirely.

After they had been cleared to leave, there was a man waiting for them in the parking lot, whom Eva recognized as one of the enslaved guards that patrolled the compound in nonthreatening uniforms, posing as spa employees. He gave her a friendly nod.

“Hey, you two,” he said amicably. He was wearing street clothes and looked perfectly unremarkable. Despite that he exuded a natural charisma that made Eva think that he must have been snatched up and enslaved during a casting call for the part of a friendly sitcom character.

He looked at Sam. “Just letting you know that I’m your guy. I’ll be with you for the evening and make sure that we’re all happy. You know what’s up – but I’ll be way out of your hair unless I have to be. Sound cool?”

“Yes, totally,” said Sam. He seemed torn between the rather effective effort of being put at ease and the undeniable implied threat that their guard’s sheer presence represented.

The young man nodded, and got into a car, letting it idle, waiting for them to lead the way.

“Never letting me forget what the situation is,” Sam said with a sigh. “Fair enough.”

Eva took his arm. “No!” she growled playfully. “Neverrrr! Look at me and behold the horror! I’m your slaaaave! Wooooh! I’m braaaainwashed and obedient! Scaaary! Eeeevil! Oh noooo, she has no choice but to love every minute of this! Aaah! She’s constantly wet and horny and happy to please you! Run awaaay! Do not let her be yours! Do not fall into her spider’s web of genuine desire!”

He laughed, and so did Eva.

“You know what I am, and so do I,” she said. “We already said that there’s no point in pretending that this is anything it isn’t. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re with someone who loves being with you – fuck the reasons why and enjoy it. I certainly am.”

He stared at her for a moment. “You’re so fucking amazing, you know that?”

“No falling in love with the merchandise, Sam!” she said, still playful, but with a firm note. “Still nothing but a brainwashed whore. Not for sale – only for rent. Sorry, not sorry.”

Sam nodded. He looked less taken aback than last time. Maybe he had actually found some sort of acceptance vis-a-vis his own perversion. Maybe he had just gotten slightly more used to it. It didn’t matter. As long as the conditions were clear and the customer was happy, Eva had obeyed well.

“Let’s just have a nice evening,” Eva said. “Which one’s yours?”

“What?”

“Which car?”

“Oh, yeah. That one.”

It was a BMW. Of course it was.

Four hours weren’t nearly enough. Urban sprawl and L.A. traffic, and the minutes melted away like chocolate in the sun. They talked in the car instead, movies and books and trivia and childhood stories, until they finally arrived at a nice restaurant an hour late, getting seated at a shitty table next to the restrooms, constantly checking the time as they waited for their food, exchanging smiles and longing glances, both of them long past the point of being satisfied with mere words. They wanted each other. They wanted each other so bad. Eva, because she was programmed to want nothing but to give her body and be pleasing to use – Him, because she was very good at being  desirable and fuckable. 

Their food arrived, and they ate it quickly. It was the best thing she’d ever eaten, but her thoughts were only on the hole between her legs she wanted to give away, on the naked skin she wanted him to touch, the tits she wanted him to squeeze – and most of all, the irresistible feeling of knowing that all of those desires had been fucked into her brain against her own will by Emily.

Finally, they were ready to leave – but it was already too late. He had wanted to take her home and fuck her in his own bed; take some part of her and claim it by using her in the confines of his own private life. Not that he had phrased it that way. 

But four hours hadn’t been enough. They had to turn back. Return the piece of property to its owner.

“Fuck!” Sam said, half an hour later, not really screaming, but visibly agitated. They were waiting at a red light on the way back to the compound, both of them wound up with frustration and desire. He glanced over at her as she sat in the passenger seat, seatbelt pressing down her jacket and dress, making her tits stand out even more. She caught him looking down, between her legs, then at her cleavage. She let him look, of course. It was utterly clear what he was thinking.

“Just take me in the car,” she whispered, and looked at him with wide eyes. “There’s an alley over there, see it? Just pull in, we’ll make it work. Please!”

He hesitated for just a moment, then pulled over onto the curb and down the alley. He stopped next to a graffitied dumpster. They weren’t in the nice part of town anymore.

“I wanted it to be romantic,” he said, and – before Eva had a chance to answer – added, “Yes, I know! ‘Still nothing but a brainwashed whore’ – but so what? If you get to be into it, so do I! You can give yourself to the creepy loser who’s too fucked up to get laid any other way, and I can have a girl that likes me being nice to her. Someone that wants me.”

She gently laid her palm on the back of his hand, and looked him deeply in the eyes. “Don’t worry, you can take me home next time,” she said. “It doesn’t matter. We just got unlucky.”

Sam was breathing heavily. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Eva kissed him, and tried to climb over the center console.

“No– that’s… the steering wheel… let me, ow! Fuck!”

He had to laugh. “Sit down, take off your jacket,” he said, and got out of the car. Eva hastily did as she had been told, and pulled down her dress to show her bra and tits as well. She turned her head, and saw Sam walking around the back of the car, approaching the passenger door.

He leaned down. “May I come in?”

“Oh my God, just fuck me already!” she said, pushing open the door, then leaning sideways to make room as he got in.

It required almost another full minute of awkward maneuvering until they had finally managed to recline the seat and pull down his pants with her on top of him, straddling his lap and looking into his eyes as he leaned back.

And then, she finally pushed him into herself.

“Yesss,” she whimpered as her soaked pussy lips slid against his cock. “Yes!!!”

She started gyrating, and felt him slowly thrusting, and they matched rhythms, both of them sighing and groaning with desire as she gave herself to him. She looked down at his face, unassumingly handsome as he was, and let herself enjoy it, let herself feel his dick inside of her, inside the part of her that had once been something that she got to keep and what was now something she got to give away. She existed to be fucked. Her pussy. Her ass. Her mouth. She was a fuckable whore with big tits and nice warm holes, and she got to offer it all. There was no part of her that was sacred anymore. Nothing she wouldn’t do to serve!

“Yes! Eva! Fuck me! Yes!”

“Yes,” she echoed. “I’m yours! I’m yours!”

“Yes!!!” Sam whimpered. “Do that! Please! Don’t hold… ohhhh… don’t hold back! Don’t pretend! Be who you are! Please! Please enjoy it! Get yourself off! Do it! Hmmm! Do it the way you really want to!”

Eva’s heart was pounding with lust. She had to obey. She wanted to obey. She had to do as she was told. She wanted to do as she was told. She wanted it so much!

“Make me!” she said. “Force me! Tell me! Tell me to fuck you!”

Sam was panting. “Fuck me, Eva! Fuck me! You’re mine! You’re mine!”

“Harder,” Eva said. “You know what I am! Tell me, Sam! Oooh, God, yesss… tell me what I am!”

“Fuck me, whore!” Sam said. “That’s…. Nhhh… that’s what you are, Eva! You’re such a fucking whore! You… oooh… fuck me! Obey me!”

“Yesss!” she screamed. “Yesss!!! I want you! I want you so bad!”

“You’re… you’re nothing but a brainwashed little whore, dressing up for me!”

“Yesss! Thank you! Thank you for using me! Thank you for—”

The car door opened next to them, and they both stopped in utter shock. Standing in the darkness of the alley were two young men, both of them wearing baggy clothes, both of them masked.

Both of them holding guns.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This couldn't be happening!

She put up her hands, heart pounding in her throat, cold shivers of fear running down her spine. Sam followed suit, his face terrified as he struggled to raise his arms as he was lying down.

“Nice fucking car,” said the armed man in front.

“Yo. Nice tits,” said the one in the back, and Eva was caught in the most absurd moment of confused pride and shock, and she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to cover herself up or if she was enjoying being looked at.

“Shut the fuck up and let me talk, man,” said the man in front. He turned his attention back to the car and stabbed his gun forward.

“You two better get the fuck out,” he said.

“Yes! Of course,” said Eva. Again, her racing thoughts were torn between the utter fear for her own life and the instinctive arousal of following orders. She had to hold herself back not to instinctively say “I obey” as she awkwardly slid off Sam’s dick and climbed out the door.

And then, the guy smacked her in the face.

She went down, and saw stars. The next thing she knew, it felt like she had lost a few moments of time. Sam was struggling out of the car, pants still halfway around his thighs, doing his best to pull them up.

“Hands up, motherfucker!”

“Please, just let me put on my pants, dude!”

“I’m not your dude, yo!”

“Nah, man, let him do it! I don’t wanna stare at his fucking dick!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! ” He turned back to Sam. “Get over there, asshole. Right the fuck now!”

Sam stepped away from the car, shuffling with his pants still halfway down.

“Keys are in the ignition,” he said, and nodded meekly towards the open passenger door. “Just leave us. We haven’t seen your faces.”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t tell us what to do!” 

He turned back to the other man. “Yo, get in the car! You’re driving!”

The other man hesitated. “What about her?”

“What about her?”

“Wanna have some fun first?”

“Shit are you for real right now? What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get in the fucking car before I pop a cap in your ass, you fucking degenerate.”

The other man scoffed, then circled the car and got into the driver’s seat. The engine revved, and the first man took a step towards the open passenger door. Then, he kicked Sam in the stomach, and Sam doubled over and fell to his side.

“Bitch-ass rich motherfuckers,” said the man and got in the car. A few moments later, they drove off into the night.

It had all been over in a minute.

Before either Eva or Sam could catch their breath, they heard footsteps approaching.

“I’m here!” called a familiar voice, and Eva looked up to see the guard that they had met in the parking lot, a gun in one hand, a cell phone in the other. “Help is on the way!” he said.

“What the fuck, man?” said Sam, his voice thin and close to tears. “What are you even here for, dude?” He had finally managed to pull up his pants.

“They came from the other direction,” he said as he closed the distance and knelt down next to them, checking for injuries and helping them up. “I didn’t see them until they were too close.”

“You could have shot them!” said Sam.

“Would have liked to,” said the guard. “But you know the rules, Sir. Nothing against you, but I’m here to protect the organization, not the client’s dignity. I had to let it play out as long as it didn’t seem like they were going to actually kill you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fair enough, Sir. I understand your frustration. I’m sorry.” 

He turned to Eva. “Slave, how bad is the pain?”

It hurt a lot, but not much worse than hitting her head felt like it should hurt. “I'm fine. Am I bleeding?” 

“Slightly bruised. We can cover that up.”

Oh thank God! There were so many more things to worry about, but Eva couldn’t keep herself from feeling a small jolt of relief to know that this wasn’t going to keep her from being used for sex.

“Good,” she said. “Sam! I’m so sorry about this!”

There was a moment of uneasy silence. Sam was still shaking, his eyes darting back and forth between Eva and their guard and the place where his car used to be, taking heavy breaths.

Finally, he sighed, then winced. “Not your fault,” he said. He managed a weak smile. “Just really fucking unlucky.”

She stepped closer to him. Her body was aching, and she felt like she had several patches of chafed skin on her legs and arms. She ignored the pain, and gave him a hug. She needed one herself.

He hugged her back, even longer than the embrace they had shared at the start of the evening, and she felt him slowly breathing against her, and heard his rapid heartbeat slowly decelerating as the adrenaline dissipated in both of their bodies. She shivered as a drop of liquid ran down the insides of her legs, and she remembered that just a few minutes ago he had been inside of her, warm and hard and urgent, and so close to climax.

“Next time will be better,” she whispered. “I promise. Today’s just not our day.”

She felt his chest shake as he let out an amused burst of breath.

“They better let me use you for free after what just happened,” he said quietly, and Eva’s abdomen tingled with arousal.

“Hell, yes. Fuck that discount pussy!” she said with a smile.

He squeezed her tighter.

“I wish I could give you what you want all the time.”

“You can’t,” she said firmly. “Not how this works.”

“Why not, though? I mean… this didn’t start out like that, I know that. I wanted it to be something that it isn’t. Something that it never was. But… getting to know you, the real you, like… not the fairytale version; the fucked-up, enslaved version… I… It made me realize something. Something that I don’t think I would admit to anyone else but you.”

There was a dramatic pause.

“Okay…” Eva said. “And, like, are you going to tell me, or what?”

“I’m into it. Really into it. Not the facade, but the whole thing. I didn’t even realize it myself at first, I think. But that’s why I did it. I paid for a slave. A sex slave. A brainwashed sex slave. Why would I do that if all I wanted was a date?”

“Because you couldn’t get one the normal way?”

“Fuck you!”

“Brainwashed slave, commanded to be authentic and emotionally honest with the person that paid to use her,” she reminded him. 

He chuckled softly.

“And that’s the thing, isn’t it?” he said. “I never expected it to feel real, because I’d always know that it was all an act. That when my time was up you would clean yourself up to whore out your pussy to another man ten minutes later. It was all just a game. A fantasy. Roleplay. But then I met the slave, and that slave was hottest and most beautiful thing in the world, and she made me realize that not only didn’t I care that she was brainwashed – I fucking love that for her! You would let me piss on your face and enjoy it, and have a fun conversation about it, make jokes about it, and ask me to do it again, and let me call you names while I’m doing it.”

He winced. 

“Fuck! I– I feel fucking disgusting for admitting this. I’m sorry – I know you are better than this. Should be better than this. You’re worthy of all the adoration and love that any man could ever give you. Anyone would be lucky to know you, let alone have you! But that’s no longer what you want. It’s no longer what makes you happy. Is it?”

“Nope,” said Eva, grinning softly. “You hit the nail on the head.”

“It’s so fucked up and perfect,” Sam said. “You’ll give me everything I want, but at the same time, I’ll be making you as happy as you can possibly be.”

“And all of that at the low low price of raping my mind into submission against my will, ending my old life, killing my old self, and some other minor crimes like sex trafficking, extortion, battery, and so on.”

He took a sharp breath.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I guess it turned out that I have just as much of a problem with that as you do.”

Eva leaned her head against his chest. “You know that this is part of using me, too, right?” she asked. “This conversation? This embrace. Everything about it.”

“Of course, I know. And I know that I can’t have you. You’re only for rent. I’m just another client, and my own disturbing act of self-actualization only makes me one more monster that gets off from using women that never had a chance to say no. I do love you, of course. Oops. Sorry about that. But don’t worry. I won’t deprive you of what you love.” 

He gently took her arms and held her a few inches away from his body to look into her eyes, his eyebrows raised. His voice was playful. “Which – just to make sure – is offering yourself to as many people as you can, right? If I got that wrong, let me know, and I’ll see if I can afford to buy you out.”

She smiled at him apologetically. “No, you’re right.”

He smacked his lips. “Damn.”

“This was nice, though,” she said. “I mean, apart from the being stuck in traffic and the table placement and the grand theft auto and the bodily injury and the threat of rape – wait, maybe strike the rape threat. I was kinda turned on by that. Anyway, apart from all that, I had a nice time. If it’s the same to you, I’d be more than happy to be your whore again sometime – and as you said, it would be criminal for them not to let you have me for free next time.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, deadpan. “They would never in a million years do anything criminal.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eva said with a smirk.

He nodded, and let out a long sigh, and for a minute or two neither of them spoke.

Then, finally, utterly without pathos, he said “I love you.”

Eva gave him a nod and an apologetic shrug. 

“I don’t.”

“I know,” he said. “But I don’t care. You’re just a brainwashed slave. No one cares what you think. You exist only to serve. Whore.”

She kissed him.

There was the noise of tires on asphalt, and they both turned and saw cars approaching from the end of the alley. Headlights shone in their eyes, and they both took a step to the side as the vehicles pulled up next to them. Doors flew open, and people fanned out.

A hospitality slave with a very calming and polite voice was the first on the scene. She immediately started apologizing profusely to Sam, and explained that they were going to take him home and discuss damages and compensation. Eva watched them usher him away with utmost care and grace. He didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. 

Maybe it was better that way.

Once again Eva wished that she could have made him cum. At least she had given her body, even if they’ve had a most severe case of coitus interruptus. But still, her pussy was burning with unfulfilled desire and need.

A slave approached her.

“Time to go, slave.”

“Am I still up for my clients?” Eva asked, hoping against hope.

The slave gave her a crooked smile. “Why do you think I’m here? I’m making sure you’re still usable. Mistress Devanshi personally told me to, quote, ‘get that bitch’s ass on a mattress and her legs spread’ as fast as possible. Your clients are willing to wait. You’re going to be used all night.”

“Oh thank God,” said Eva, relief washing over her.

The slave scoffed. “You know who to thank, and it’s not Him. Come on!”

Eva followed the slave, got in a car, and let herself be driven back. Her mind was still reeling from everything that had happened. Flashing images of a gun, pointing straight at her. The feeling of being half-naked while lying on cold asphalt. The suffocating stranglehold of danger, of being truly at someone else’s mercy.

She shook it off, and focused on what was next. Good things. Exciting things: Soon, she was going go back to being nothing more than a body to be enjoyed. Her fuck chamber was waiting for her. Yes! A room that existed only for her to be used in. Where she was safe. Where she was in control.

Again, she remembered the flash of fear and excitement she had felt.

‘Wanna have some fun first?’

It would have been so good. Those assholes had no idea what they had missed. It felt strange to imagine. She was a sex slave – but they weren’t her masters, and they hadn’t paid for the privilege of using her. But she also existed to be used, and she fucking loved the idea of being degraded and reduced to nothing but her fuckable body. It would have felt wrong, but she knew that she would have enjoyed it nonetheless. It was a mess of emotions, impossible to untangle.

Again, she had the same thought that had come to her so many times over the last few days.

I really can’t catch a break, can I?

And then she remembered about Vicky and Emily. Holy fuck. She had actually forgotten about that!

She took a deep breath to calm herself – and to remind herself of the fact that that particular crisis had actually been put on hold for the time being. God, it already felt like a million years ago, but it had only been earlier today. But she had actually managed to survive it, with Vicky now on her side no less! She had a powerful new ally, brainwashed into perfect loyalty – and she had convinced Devanshi that she'd been rendered harmless. 

For now, that was as big of a win as she could possibly hope for.

It still hurt to know that Emily wasn’t going to be free for a while yet, but at least they had bought themselves the open-ended schedule they needed to even have a chance at succeeding. Also, no matter how wrong it felt to see her among her fellow fuckslaves, it was at least a small consolation that Emily was actively enjoying every minute of it – no matter how fucking wrong that was.

She was going to be free, though. And all of the others were going to be her brainwashed whores.

Today, they had won.

And tonight, Eva was going to celebrate her victory.

People were waiting to use her.

And she was going to give them everything.