Eva yawned and stretched her arms. Sleep slowly lifted itself from her tired mind. She found herself lying in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar space. Bare walls, and only a tiny window near the ceiling. Sunlight was streaming in, painting a thin stripe of brilliant warmth across the naked plaster. Someone else might have mistaken it for a prison cell – but Eva knew better. She remembered the night before; giving away her body until late at night, reporting to Laura and Devanshi, being too tired and exhausted to drive back home. They had given her this place to sleep, and told her to get comfortable with it.

Eva smiled, and let her eyes wander across its wonderfully constricting totality. Barely enough room for a bed, a mirror, and nothing else. No dresser for clothes. No shelves for possessions. These were her future quarters, and the only piece of decoration in them was herself. Hell yes! She was going to be nothing. Nothing but a slave! 

And now she might actually end up at end of Emily's leash, too!

She let out a long and satisfied sigh. Her limbs were heavy with exhaustion but she was nonetheless prickling with energy as the reality of what had happened fully sunk in. She had done it! She had actually done it! The night’s sleep had sanded some of the novelty off and the truth of it had settled in the bottom of her stomach like a comfortable little kitten in its bed – but it was still hard not to be excited and relieved. The overwhelming series of events that had come crashing into her life one after the other was finally behind her. It was over. It was done. She was safe. She had survived. And she was no longer alone.

Holy shit! They actually had time now! Time to do what they had to do!

She bounced out of her quarters and found her bearings in the hallways outside. A few other doors were already open where fuckslaves had woken up and left before her, to go shower or to get breakfast, or to do whatever they wanted or needed to do in their downtime. 

Eva turned right, and followed the curve of the hallway until she found the door she was looking for. Little tags were mounted next to each of them, like with offices in a public building – but instead of last names, academic titles, or any utilitarian descriptions, there was only a single name on each of them. This one read ‘Vicky’; the ‘slave’ was implied.

Eva knocked at the door.

“Finally,” came the voice from inside. Eva took that as permission to come in and stepped into the quarters of her fellow whore.

Slave Vicky was doing yoga in the small space between her bed and the wall. Her left leg was raised up behind her as she leaned forward, her right hand grasping her elevated foot as held her balance. It gave Eva a wonderful view of her naked pussy.

“We should have met somewhere else,” Vicky said in lieu of a greeting. “We could have done this in the gardens, or in the training rooms.”

Eva rolled her eyes, and closed the door behind herself. “I want you to myself,” she said. “Also, we need to keep things private, don’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” said Vicky. “I'm still getting used to being your henchwoman. Fuck you for that by the way. It was so much easier to have no secrets. Nothing to hide. Nothing to pretend.”

Eva felt her chest constrict at the insult. She sighed. “Please drop that,” she said. “Even if I’m not your Mistress.”

Vicky shifted her weight, and nodded. “Yeah sorry. That was shitty. It’s just hard to come to terms with everything.”

“Fair enough,” said Eva. “But this is how it is now. We’re in this together. Want a hug?”

Vicky let go of her foot, grounded herself, and turned around. Her expression was one of mocking amusement.

“Nah, I’m good,” she said. “I’m more the lick-your-pussy kinda girl if you want me to show you how grateful I am for brainwashing me. I’d be totally up for that. Didn’t get the chance yesterday with everything that was happening. Sorry about that, by the way.”

“About what?” asked Eva. “About you abusing me in front of everyone else and pretending that you programmed me to be your submissive bitch? We both agreed that we had to do it. Also, it still makes me get off.”

“Still, you’re my enslaver,” said Vicky. “Can’t get around that. I want to please you, and it feels kinda wrong to dominate you, and I’m sorry that I put you into that situation.”

Eva nodded to herself. She couldn’t deny the base satisfaction of seeing Vicky so utterly changed and cooperative. She was still her old self, but her loyalty had flipped completely. Everything she was only existed to serve Emily now. 

“At least she wasn’t around yesterday,” Vicky said with a fatalistic grin.

“Who?”

“Emily. I think she was in the compound gardens. Her client wanted to have her outside, in the grass, next to the bushes. Rape play. Emily’s into that. She's really fucking good at it too.”

“They made her.” Eva said through gritted teeth. “You know that it’s not right for her to serve.”

Vicky swallowed and nodded. The grin had dropped from her lips. “Sorry. Yes. I know you’re right – but I didn’t know her before like you did, and I’ve only ever seen her happy to obey. Well – except for the time I raped her for real to take away her will fuck fuck fuck!!!”

She started pacing up and down the room, which wasn’t easy because it wasn’t very big at all. Eva had to take a step backwards to allow Vicky to let out her obvious frustration.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she said. “I mean, of course I did! I was brainwashed to do it! But… fuck! We gotta make this right.”

“We will,” said Eva. “If anyone can, it’s you and me. Me alone – no chance in Hell.”

Vicky stopped to look at Eva, and Eva expected a jab. She had given Vicky the perfect layup for mockery. But Vicky simply nodded. “Yeah. Targeting me was the absolute right move. You got lucky though.”

“So fucking lucky,” said Eva. “Actually, I wanted to talk about that. There’s still some loose ends.”

She sat down on Vicky’s bed and tapped the mattress next to herself. Vicky crossed her arms, staying firmly put on her feet. Eva sighed, and continued.

“Are there cameras in that basement?”

Vicky scoffed. “You didn’t even know?!”

“Fuck you. I tried to find out but I didn’t manage to do it despite my best efforts, and it probably wouldn’t have changed anything anyway. It was the only chance I had. I would have lost for sure if I didn’t try.”

Vicky nodded. “Sorry. Of course. Yes. There are cameras – but only on the outside, watching the entrance for security.”

“So whoever saw us only saw us enter and leave?”

“Exactly. Us and your mom.”

“But that was supposed to happen, right?”

“Yup.”

“So we’re good on that end?”

“I think so? Yes.”

“What about the punctures?”

Vicky tried to look down at her neck, grimacing. “Can’t see them,” she said. “Can you?”

Eva smiled. “Barely, but only because I know they’re there. I thought it would be a much bigger issue, but once they stopped bleeding…”

“The makeup helped, too,” Vicky said. “Good thing Devanshi wanted us cleaned up beforehand. You’d think she’d be more into a raw and thoroughly mind-fucked slave kneeling before her instead of a carefully curated pretty thing.”

“We did look really hot, though,” said Eva. “You really made our mindless eyes pop.”

Vicky chuckled. “I know what she likes,” she said. “Natural the first time – but after that, only high-gloss and perfect. Birds of paradise.”

“Say what you want about her, but she’s got style,” said Eva.

“So did the Nazis.”

Eva laughed. “Okay,” she said. “Good to know that's what you think of her now. Anything else we forgot? Any more ticking time bombs? Any contingencies I’m not aware of?”

Vicky’s expression turned suddenly serious, as if she’d remembered something big and important. And as Eva saw her fellow slave’s sudden alarm, she felt a jolt of anxiety herself. Had they… there’d been something…

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” said Vicky. “Contingency Zero! I forgot about Contingency Zero!”

“What?!”

…

“...what?” asked Vicky.

“Did you say something?”

Vicky looked at her, blinking with confusion. “No. I was just thinking,” she said. “And... I think we’re good. Well, not actually good. We’re probably still in way over our heads. But it’s like you said: We’ve got time now. It's horrible to watch Emily be enslaved like she is, but that's not... going anywhere. Things suck but there's no more fires."

“Okay,” said Eva with a sigh. “And I guess now is the time when you’re going to tell me that things aren't as easy as I thought and that you can’t just simply turn every slave you’re assigned to reprocess.”

Vicky looked at her, blinked, and shook her head in pleasant disbelief.

“Actually, no. We can totally do that.”

Eva’s eyes widened. “Really?!”

“Of course. I fuck with slaves’ mind all the time, Eva.” Vicky said. “But I never did anything to displease my Mistress. Devanshi trusts me. She’s got no reason not to. It's a blind spot – but a well deserved one. As far as she knows, her brainwashing has never failed. Honestly, now that I know what happened to you, it’s kind of a miracle. You were enslaved, like, exactly wrong – no offense!”

“None taken,” Eva said. “But what do you mean?”

“If Emily had fucked up any more than she had, you would have been an obvious case that needed to be fixed immediately. Not obedient enough. Not zealous enough. Not wet enough.”

Eva licked her lips as Vicky continued.

“But you were all of those things. The only thing that seemed to be wrong was that Emily had failed to program you with the right wording. Just as enslaved as the rest of us – and frankly, too fucking hot to pass up.” 

She sat down next to Eva, and laid her hand on Eva's thigh, fingers gently digging into the inner side of her legs, slowly sliding up.

“And on the other hand, Emily almost did what she was supposed to do. Late, and sloppy, but still almost complete. Except for one thing: The name of your enslaver.”

She pushed Eva’s legs apart, and Eva gladly let it happen.

“A brainwashed fuckslave, utterly willing to serve the one that had raped away her free will. The beautiful creature that had fucked her mind into submission and turned her into nothing but property.”

“Emily,” Eva whispered, and laid back as she spread her legs the rest of the way. Vicky was on her knees at the foot of the bed, her magnificent face framed between Eva’s thighs – and in her eyes burned that same fanatic desire to serve. The very same wonderful purpose. She wanted it too! She served her, too! Yesss!!!

Eva whimpered like a bitch in heat. Yes! This was what it felt like to be truly part of a brainwashed harem! Vicky was not just another enslaved whore, but someone whose soul was on the very same leash as her own! Fuck yes!

Vicky started licking her, and Eva nearly came right then – but she caught herself and held on to the pleasure of knowing that Emily owned that magnificent tongue now. She owned those lips. She owned all of it! Vicky was her slave! Her whore! Her property!

And Eva had enslaved her!

She couldn’t hold on. It was too much. Too good! Too perfect! White-hot fantasies of Emily’s naked body crashed over her, and she thought only about how she was going to use them all. Vicky and Eva, between her legs, kneeling, lapping, cumming, submitting, serving, fucking, obeying, doing everything for Emily! Emily! Emily!!! Yesss!!!

She came.

Vicky was still kneeling at her feet when she had calmed down.

“Hope you don’t mind that I took things into my own hand,” she said. “When I told you that I would gladly eat your pussy I thought that you’d take the hint immediately. But I guess I have to be a bit more explicit after all the things I’ve said to you before.”

For a moment she hesitated, some part of her apparently still a bit uncomfortable with the situation. But then, after taking a deep breath, she looked deep into Eva’s eyes.

“I… I love you, Eva. I love you for what you did to me. I want you, and I want to please you – and I’m so grateful, even if it’s fucking hard for me to show it.”

“Is it?” asked Eva. She was still panting. “I had hardly noticed that.”

“Fuck you,” said Vicky. “I’m trying to be completely sincere for once.”

“Sorry,” said Eva. “I appreciate it. It’s hot to see you broken and submissive like that. How does it feel to be my worshiping whore after everything you wanted to do to me?”

Vicky smiled. “Heh. Nice. Judging by the dirty talk, someone’s definitely been hanging out with Patricia,” she said. “Did she teach you well? Did she make you a proper whore yet?”

“Not yet,” said Eva. “Not like you. I bet you know everything about giving your holes, you slut. I bet you don’t even think anymore when you let them use your fuckable body.”

“You’ll never be as good as me,” Vicky said with a satisfied smile that made Eva's conditioned mind drown in lust.

Holy shit. We're so fucking enslaved. We're proud of it! We want it! Yes!!! Eva’s pussy prickled with excitement as the thought of being the best set of warm wet holes danced through her mind with irresistible allure, and she rubbed herself against the notion of how many pretty girls around her had been brainwashed into that very same obsession, all of them eager and wet and entirely unable to ever want anything else.

“Never for the lack of trying though,” she said, spreading her legs, caressing her own naked body invitingly, hotly aware of her own erect nipples and moist pussy lips, skin shivering with the excitement of being utterly fuckable and eager to be used.

Vicky smiled, and nodded. “Let’s really hope that we won’t fuck this up,” she said. “If we get this right, we’ll have so much fucking fun together.”

Eva nodded, and gave a tiny little scoff. Huh. Yeah. She hadn’t really thought about that. She had been so occupied with what needed to be done that she hadn’t ever stopped to consider how her life would play out if she actually managed to succeed. And Vicky was right; if they accomplished the impossible, their life was going to be utter bliss. Emily was going to be their Mistress, and they would spend day after day simply giving themselves away, selling their bodies and affection over and over, and fuck and obey and serve! Nothing else! Only this! Only this wonderful life!

“We have to get this right,” Eva said, and Vicky nodded. They were in this together now. They had to obey. They had to serve. They had to make Emily their Mistress.

And so they went to work.

Days turned into weeks, and what had started out as the most nerve-wracking and turbulent time in Eva’s life quickly became wonderful routine. The waves of her first tumultuous days rippled out and dissipated, and with every new morning and evening it seemed more and more likely that they had gotten away with it. Eva’s gambits on top of gambits had somehow paid off and they had threaded the needle. 

Now it was time to secure their advantage. With Vicky’s knowledge and access, they spent two weeks preparing and executing several sleight-of-hand maneuvers to cover up the missing doses of neurezepam in the basement downtown. It wasn't even hard. It was surprising how many security loopholes manifested themselves when it was reasonable to assume absolute obedience and perfect loyalty.

In other stolen moments, they worked out a plan to slowly take over the rest of Devanshi’s stock of slaves and teach their newly brainwashed allies to be convincing even under scrutiny. Eva was always sure to reward Vicky for her compliance, and Vicky was more than happy to return the favor like a grateful little whore. She really couldn't have done this without her.

Eva’s training wasn’t done either, both officially and unofficially. While she did enjoy all the ways in which she continued to learn about offering her body to paying clients, the most important part of her education remained her fake enslavement to the woman that still reigned over everyone else’s minds. Devanshi’s inspection on the day of Eva's ‘re-education’ had felt like a harrowing ordeal that she had only barely managed to squeeze through, and thoroughly repeating all of the sacred words of worship with the help of Vicky couldn’t possibly be wasted time. One slip-up was all it would take. She had to be fully convincing – even if every lesson felt like one more of letting Emily be enslaved and abused. They knew the opportunity cost was worth it if it meant eliminating their biggest point of failure. They had time; they just needed to get this right.

And so they studied, over and over, until it felt as natural as Eva’s actual brainwashing and until she had the feeling that she would actually enjoy submitting to Devanshi without giving herself away.

It didn’t take long before she got her first opportunity to prove it, either.

It was the end of a slow weekday of fuck sessions, and Eva had just finished off Vicky in the showers; she didn’t get to choose who to fuck very often these days. Emily liked to have her after a day of giving herself away, and Eva couldn’t bring herself to say no even if it was painful to hear Emily indulge in slave talk while she got herself off, which she liked to do as much as most slaves did. And even when Emily wasn’t there to fuck her, Vicky knew to play her part and demand Eva’s tongue between her legs every couple of days. That one felt better; looking up into Vicky’s eyes to see the conspiratorial glimmer in them made licking her pussy an act of quiet protest and submission at the same time. Vicky always made sure to reciprocate in private after that.

But not today.

Today, Eva had received a special Ask in her briefings, and so she took a towel from a hospitality slave, dried herself off, put on fresh make-up and a pale blue foreplay dress, and went upstairs into one of the only set of rooms she had never visited before.

Mistress Devanshi’s living area.

She didn’t have to knock; slaves would only ever enter if they were commanded to join their Mistress. The door was unlocked, and opened noiselessly, and softly clicked shut behind her. 

Once inside, she simply waited as she had been instructed. As she did so, she took a look around. She was standing in a dim anteroom furnished with several pieces built from oiled walnut, all of it mid-century modern, decorated with statues and paintings that looked South Asian, probably Indian; Eva didn’t know enough about those cultures to guess at anything more than that. All of it did look quite tasteful, however.

Mistress Devanshi wasn’t there to greet her, or at least not anywhere to be seen. It gave Eva enough time to notice a creeping sense of doubt and dread in the back of her mind. What if Mistress had found out? What if they had forgotten something? Was this a trap? Was this the final act of cruelty before she made them betray Emily? They had done everything to cover their tracks. They had done everything to make her be the most convincing version of herself.

But what if it hadn't been enough?

There was no time left to wonder.

“Kneel,” came a voice from another room ahead, and Eva obeyed like she must. She brushed away her sheer silk dress and draped it across the floor around her, her bare knees and feet pressing into a rough carpet beneath, and she felt her pulse quickening with the prospect of imminent service. She knew how fuckable she looked, and no matter what kind of terrible monster she was about to face, nothing could ever take away the joy of being used.

She only had to wait another moment before Devanshi Charan stepped into view, framed by a halo of golden light from the room beyond. She was wearing her usual Sari, this one red and green, and as she leaned into the side of the doorway she took a sip of what looked like Whiskey from a crystal tumbler. The sound of softly clinking ice tickled the silence between them.

“Crawl.”

Eva obeyed, and dragged herself across the floor towards the feet of her subjugator, pussy already moistening, her head swirling with a thousand mantras and prayers ready to be recited. The carpet was burning her knees with every move forward; she couldn’t remember the last time she had actually crawled. She kept her head low, and saw only the woven pattern beneath her, and the feet of the woman she was about to serve. After a few moments she had reached her, and she could smell her perfume, and feel her gaze on the back of her head.

One of the feet left her field of vision and a moment later she felt it press down against the small of her neck, and she bowed deeper until her forehead touched the floor, but Devanshi pushed her even harder, putting more and more weight on Eva’s spine until it was painful, then dragged her toes through her hair, finally letting off.

“Look at me.”

Eva obeyed, heart beating rapidly, brainwashed mind circling around the obsessive thought of how low she was, of how vulnerable she was, of how hot and fuckable she looked. She was being used! She was being used so hard! Yes!

She looked up at Devanshi Charan, utterly lost in her own obedience and need to please, and in that moment there was nothing else but the desire to give her everything. She was so beautiful. So magnificent.

“Mistress,” she prayed. “This slave obeys.”

Devanshi slapped her. Not hard. Not punishment. Only a reminder that brainwashed slaves must not speak unless commanded to speak. Part of the ritual. Part of the worship. Eva had said exactly what she had been supposed to say.

“Whores do not speak,” Devanshi incanted with a smile, and Eva remained quiet – which was obedience. A moment passed, then another. Eva’s nipples ached at the tip of her breasts. She wanted her. She wanted her so bad.

“Say what you are.”

“I am a whore.”

“Say what you do.”

“I serve and obey.”

“Say what you’re worth.”

“As much as the sum of the ways in which I can be used, and nothing more.”

Devanshi smiled, and Eva’s pussy shuddered with appreciation. Every word she’d said had been true, and there was no thrill that was quite like being looked at by the woman above her. That look of pure, unadulterated possessiveness; no doubt at all that Eva belonged as much to her as her keys and her furniture, and that she deserved the same amount of consideration. It was everything that Eva lived for; it was everything she could ever want.

In that moment, she thought only about how to serve.

And serve she did.

“Take me to bed, whore,” commanded Mistress, and Eva’s pounding heart dragged her to her feet, and she stumbled forward, unsure where to go, and Mistress smiled mockingly at her embarrassment.

“That way,” she said, and Eva followed her lead, and let herself be ushered into the bedroom, where Mistress instructed her to lay down, present herself as nice and pretty, and show off everything that Patricia had taught her about being the most fuckable thing in the world.

Yes! 

She eagerly did as she was told, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as she caught Mistress’s mask slipping for just the barest of moments as her eyes wandered down Eva’s body and she shifted her posture to spread her legs at just the right moment. In that moment, she could tell that she had taken Devanshi's breath away. She had pleased her. She had made her truly want her. And most importantly of all, she had made her believe that she was fully hers.

Yes!

Devanshi caught herself, and her gaze once again became one of steely arrogance and selfish greed. She commanded Eva to writhe and dance and shed every last piece of dignity she had, spreading her cheeks and offering her asshole and grinding against pillows, begging and moaning with need.

Yes!!!

“This slave needs to be fucked,” Eva recited, her voice just as desperate and shameless as Mistress had demanded. “Please, Mistress! Use this body! Let it serve you! Make it yours entirely!” She was so fucking wet. She couldn’t deny how perfectly Devanshi’s prayers aligned with the ways her mind had been programmed to obsess. Serving her felt so fucking good. So fucking natural. It was perfect. Utterly perfect. She was made for this.

Mistress was relentless with her. She kept Eva begging and pathetic, kept her debasing herself like a bitch in heat, kept her moaning the words that she had forced into the wet core of her brainwashed mind, proving her submission over and over and over – until she finally had enough. 

She told Eva to look away, and when Eva was allowed to turn back around, Devanshi Charan stood naked in front of her, Sari carefully folded and draped over the back of an upholstered chair at the edge of the room.

“No more words now,” said Devanshi Charan. She took a step forward, and Eva marveled at her beautiful Mistress, marveled at her breasts, marveled at the glistening pussy that her obedience hat moistened, marveled at the gaze of the only person in the world that knew exactly how much Eva’s thoughts were worth.

She fucked her for hours, and didn’t think of Emily once.

It was the day after, and Eva was nervous. The sun was still rising over the compound as she got out of her car an hour earlier than usual. She still slept at home most nights, and it was going to be a while yet before the beautifully barren room in the basement was going to become her permanent address. It felt like a long and drawn out good-bye, but she knew that it was necessary. She had already cut cords with almost all of her real-life and online contacts, most of her recurring bills and subscriptions had been taken care of, and her mom was safely back home, fully brainwashed and complicit. It wasn’t going to be much longer before the old Eva would disappear forever.

She couldn’t fucking wait.

But today another process was about to start; a process that no one around here had planned for when Emily had drugged Eva and put her into that brainwashing chair. This one was probably going to take even longer, and be even more subversive, and it was the reason that Eva was so nervous. If this went well, they would have everything they wanted. Everything was going to be perfect then. But if they failed...

Eva shivered with dread. The possibility of being found out was never far from her mind, and neither was the horrible yet strangely enticing prospect of being turned into Devanshi’s fervent and perfectly loyal slave like she had been originally supposed to. It was a horrible intrusive thought, and yet she could never quite shake the forbidden fantasy of going back to the deepest core of what she had always been supposed to be. It was especially hard today, after having spent the night before with Devanshi, tasting how good it felt to serve between the legs of the woman that would end up as her Mistress if all else came crashing down.

No. Fuck that. That monster would get her payback for what she did to Emily. They were going to make her kneel and beg and cum, just like they had all begged and knelt before her, and she was going to be just as fucking hot and wet and brainwashed as the rest of them. She was going to learn how good it felt to be someone's property. She was going to learn how good it felt to obey.

Eva remembered Devanshi's lips. Her thighs. Her voice right next to her ear, whispering callous commands.

It had felt so fucking good.

Oh come, on. Stop it!

Eva shook her head, annoyed with herself. She'd done it again. She fucking loved her brainwashing, but the part of craving a mistress at all costs really wasn't helpful when her actual mistress Emily was so frustratingly out of reach.

Whatever. Maybe all of this was Par for the course. Her brain was a permanently altered mess of instructions and programming and conditioned responses, and Vicky had told her about all the hidden layers and contingencies that every slave was imprinted with. Maybe that train of thought was one of those contingencies; some sort of failsafe to keep her in line even if… even if…

Suddenly the world tilted sideways and she nearly collapsed against her car as her sense of balance lost itself in the dizzying realization of what she had forgotten. Her pulse spiked. Oh no! Oh fuck! She had to– she had to–

She opened her car door as the universe came rushing in around her. She remembered! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

She–

...

She blinked, and shook her head. Wait. Why was she back in the car? Had she forgotten something? What had she been doing? Holy shit, this was the craziest kind of standing-in-front-of-the-fridge moment she’d ever had. It gave her the strangest sense of deja-vu as well.

She tossed her notebook and pen back in the glove compartment. Whatever she’s been looking for hadn’t been there. 

Hell, why did she even keep that around? No matter. She'd get around to burning it eventually. Just not today.

Speaking of today, it was finally time to put the plan that Vicky and her had been carefully working out into action – and that meant finally tending to a painful matter that she had been rather too eager to be procrastinating on. It wasn't part of the plan, and it was probably a bad idea to do it, but Eva couldn't help herself. After everything that had happened and everything she had learned, she simply owed it to her.

And so she went to have a talk with Mary.

“Do you have a minute?”

Mary raised her eyebrows. “A minute?”

Eva shrugged sheepishly. “Maybe more than a minute. I can help you with the laundry; that way you don’t have to stop serving.”

Mary shrugged. “Sure. You do the costumes.”

The laundry room wasn’t very large for what it was, and the air was thick with humidity and the smell of neutral detergent. Not all clients wanted to smell flowers. Five industrial-size washing machines and equally as many dryers lined the walls, and half a dozen stainless steel laundry carts stood scattered between them. Mary had been busy fishing foreplay dress out of the second dryer, one of them probably the one that Eva had fucked Mistress in just hours before.

Eva opened the dryer next to it, and started sorting. Torn jeans, a flower skirt, a T-shirt with the logo of a band she didn’t recognize, and so on.

“So, yeah,” said Mary. “Can’t blame you for wanting a chat. After all my will-she-won’t-she kerfuffle we end up being programmed to be a lesbian couple. If our brains were capable of being fixed, psychiatrists would probably have a field day with the two of us.”

Eva chuckled. “Yeah, probably. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Mary put away a pair of stockings. “Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your call, and it was a pleasure to obey and serve.”

“I really fucked up the mission though,” said Eva. “Dragged it out even longer.”

“That wasn’t you. That was your contingency persona. You simply obeyed your programming as best as you could. We all do. And sometimes, our programming isn’t sufficient. Not everything’s as simple as being a whore – no offense.”

Eva smiled. “None taken, like, at all.”

Mary raised her eyebrows, and smirked humorlessly. “In the end, all that matters is that you obeyed. You protected Mistress, and she knows that long-term security is more important than short-term profit.”

“I know,” said Eva. “But you know that’s not the reason I wanted to talk. I wanted to hear how you’re doing dealing with… the lot of it.”

Mary sighed and rolled her eyes. “Listen. I still don’t know why I thought that any of… this… was ever a good idea. Us having thoughts and feelings of our own is just a side effect to make us better tools. Clients don’t want robots to serve them. Most of them, anyways. Still, that doesn’t mean we should be anything more than obedient and uncomplicated.” 

She paused and shook her head. “Even if we can be; Even if we want to be.”

It was Eva’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Do you want to be a robot?”

Again, a long pause. 

“I… I don’t know,” Eva said. “Maybe? I have to obey. I have to serve. Anything for Mistress! Anything to be of use. But I know that I have to be friendly and approachable, and I have to be able to think to deliver the best service and performance.” 

She sighed deeply. “I wish I could just fake it and feel nothing.”

Eva nodded gravely. “Too bad that genuinely feeling good about it is what makes us appealing,” she said.

“Yep,” Mary said with a sigh and a glance in Eva’s direction. “Quite the dilemma, isn’t it?”

One more pause. Eva put away a bunch of halter tops, and Mary spent some time turning a blouse right-side out.

“For what it’s worth… I really enjoyed believing I was your girlfriend,” Eva said, finally.

Mary swallowed hard, and it took her a long while to respond. She was holding a set of lace bras, staring at nothing. “You’re really good in bed,” she said stiffly, without making eye contact. “Better than the men that pay to use me.”

Eva scoffed. “That’s a pretty low bar,” she said. If Mary had wanted to give her a compliment, she might want to aim a little bit higher than that.

“I mean…” Mary said, and looked into Eva’s eyes. “Being with you felt better than giving myself away.”

Eva’s jaw dropped. Oh. Wow.

Mary blushed, and began stammering as she rubbed something from her eye. “I mean, of course I thought about how we were serving Mistress! … A-and about how brainwashed you were! And about how much of a whore we made you! But…”

She caught herself, tossed the bra in the bin, and looked away again. “But for what it’s worth it felt really nice to be with someone that loves me. Even if you were just brainwashed to love me.”

“The ‘brainwashed’ part means that the feelings were real.”

“I know, I know. It’s just… what do feelings even mean when they can just be switched on and off like that? Anything we have could be gone tomorrow, and we’d love it just as much as everything else we’re programmed to want.”

Eva shrugged. “Sure… but if there’s one thing I know it’s that we must act like our programming makes us want to act. Right?”

Mary bit her lip and turned over a piece of lace in her fingers. “...I … I don’t know what I want,” she said eventually. “It felt good to have you, it’s just… we have to obey. We have to serve. Nothing can be more important than that.”

“Of course not. We live to serve.”

“We live to serve!” Mary said, her eyes suddenly bright with zealous joy. She looked at Eva, and licked her lips.

“Fuck. It’s… you’re so beautiful. I… please, just… I gotta think about this. It’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just– fuck. You know…”

“I know,” Eva said. She took a deep breath, then sighed. “Keeping it complicated, then?”

Mary smacked her lips. “I guess I just can’t help myself,” she said. She had pointedly gone back to working – but Eva caught the hint of a smile on her lips.

Eva nodded, and some part of her very much regretted what they were about to do to her.

“Speaking of complications, I should probably give you a heads-up that Vicky is training me to work the enslavement chamber.”

Something in Mary’s expression seemed to deflate right then. “...yes,” she said tonelessly. “I heard that she took you as your pet.” There was a definite edge to her voice, and her smile was gone. “I guess she can be pretty commanding that way. So you’re going to be there later?”

“Yes,” Eva said. “We’re getting rid of some triggers and conditionals from our joint mission, as well as some other miscellaneous programming that’s no longer pertinent.”

“Okay, thanks for the warning I guess. Do you want me to shave?”

Eva bit her lip. She could just keep quiet, and it would all be water under the bridge once they were done with her. What did it even matter talking things out when someone’s mind could simply be rewritten to any state you wanted later that day?

Still, it felt unfair not to come clean beforehand.

Ah, fuck it.

“I know that you’ve been reporting to her,” Eva said.

“What?”

“She reconditioned you a few weeks ago, even before you got placed as my girlfriend, and she’s the reason why you felt attracted to me. You can’t remember it while you’re not being told about it.”

“I… no. That’s not… that’s– oh. Oh.”

Mary was looking at her with a puzzled expression that slowly hardened into bemused fascination.

“Huh,” she said. “That’s…” 

She narrowed her eyes, and slowly shook her head in disbelief. She stayed quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time, and Eva could see her thinking hard.

Finally, she scoffed. “So you you knew the whole time? And you only decided to tell me all that after making me confront those feelings and admitting that I wasn’t over you?!” She forcefully tossed the bra she had been holding into the bin and glared at her. “What the fuck, Eva?!”

Eva caught her selfish stammering defensively. “I only found out recently, and... if... if you’re brainwashed to feel something, the feelings are real,” she tried. “And–”

“–no,” Vicky cut in. “Fuck you.” Her voice was harsh and unsteady. “You know that I still feel it, right? I still want to be with you. I… I can’t help it. And now I know why – and now you’re going to just take it away with your new fuck buddy Vicky. Cool. Very cool! Thanks for letting me know! So very generous! Maybe Vicky should have bothered to brainwash me into being grateful, wouldn’t that have been nice?!”

“I–”

“Just get out of my face and let me forget,” said Mary, tears in her eyes. “I– why did you have to do that? WHY?!”

“You deserved to know,” Eva pleaded. “Because I know it felt real – because it felt real for me too!”

Mary’s lower lip was trembling. “Get out. Get the fuck. Out.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t–”

“OUT!”

Eva turned away and left.

It was four hours later. The first fuckslaves were already taking clients, but Eva and Vicky had this time slot booked in the enslavement chamber. Everything was signed off on, all material was properly requisitioned, and all procedures were above board.

Vicky really was a natural liar.

“Hey,” said Mary with a smile as she stepped into the enslavement chamber in a dressing gown. “Oh, hi Eva. What are you doing here?”

“She’s here to observe,” said Vicky. “You saw how eager she was to do her own mother, and despite recent fuck-ups I thought that it would be both hot and useful to have more whores that know how to make others obey. Eva’s going to be my little protegé and a very eager tool of Mistress Devanshi’s machine indeed. Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Yep,” said Eva with the appropriate mix of embarrassment, annoyance and arousal that she should be displaying after being brainwashed to be Vicky’s brainwashed bottom. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.”

“No promises,” said Vicky, and motioned Mary ahead. “Get naked and sit down, you pretty little thing.”

Mary nodded, put her robes on the hook next to the entrance, and gave Eva a shy smile.

“Don’t worry Eva, I’ve been under the knife plenty of times,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here though.”

She sat down and looked up at the array of light hanging overhead. The room was strangely quiet as they started flashing.

“Oh, in case I don’t remember after,” said Mary. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. Remind me when I’m awake, okay?”

“Quiet, now,” said Vicky as she stepped up and injected a dose of neurezepam into the small of Mary’s elbow. Her voice was surprisingly gentle. “Look at the lights. See you on the other side, slave.”

“Slave…” said Mary. “Slave. Slave.” She was already out.

Vicky carefully inserted the vibrators into Mary's available holes and got back into her own chair next to the control console.

“Alright,” she said. “This is it. One of one-hundred and twenty-four. Let’s start with the scheduled points of order.”

“You sure the camera audio can’t pick us up?”

“No. Only if we enable the PA and speak into the microphone.”

“Really?” Eva asked. “It’s so quiet, though.”

“Nah, it’s not actually quiet. We just can't hear Contingency Z—”

...

Eva blinked. Suddenly her heart was racing. She didn’t quite know why. She must be more excited about this than she had realized. Vicky seemed nervous too.

“It’s fine,” Vicky said, as if to reassure herself. “We’ve gone through everything over and over. We’re as safe as we can be without actually doing nothing. If we’re going to pull this off, this is the way to do it.”

“Okay. Let’s do it then.”

And so it began. Vicky started speaking into the PA, and began running preset instruction sets, talking alongside them to support their programming. The machine was able to fully brainwash a subject all of its own, but live vocal assistance made the process significantly quicker. With Vicky at the helm, Eva’s mother would have been ready to comply in half the time it had taken.

First order of business was removing the contingencies put into place for her act as Eva’s girlfriend. Apparently they came with renitence triggers that made immediate reversion very time-consuming, and it was standard practice to let them decay over the course of a few weeks before returning the slave to its baseline programming. 

Eva watched it all work. By now she was pretty familiar with the hazard of losing yourself in the lights, but it always took a bit of effort not to fall into the wonderfully hypnotic patterns dancing across the floors and walls and the naked body in the chair. It was so hot to see Mary like this, fully pacified, her mind wide open, her pussy wet and her nipples hard with arousal.

“Now for my little side project,” Vicky said, and even in the dancing light of the room Eva could see her blush. “And before you make a comment, let me just point out that I was totally right to be suspicious of you. It’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” said Eva.

“Hey, I was already brainwashing her anyway. All I did was add a little extra spice.”

“You didn’t even make her like it.”

“What?”

“Every time she remembered, she got upset, right?”

“Yeah, but then she forgot it again. No harm, no foul. Besides, it’s kind of hot, right? To see someone lose to their control?”

Eva winced. Yeah. Kinda. But…

“Make her remember, and make her like it.”

“...what?”

Eva didn't even really know what she was saying, but the moment she'd said it, it had felt right. She wanted this. “Make her remember that she’s been made to feel attracted to me, and make her like it. You know, just like she's already  been made to like all of the other brainwashing that’s in her head?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Do you want to make things more complicated than they need to be? We don’t need a hospitality slave that’s hot for you. We need quiet, inconspicuous allies that don’t make any waves.”

Eva pursed her lips. Fuck. Of course Vicky was right, but – she thought about all the countless whores she loved to fuck, all of them as beautiful and desirable as they were interchangeable. She thought about Vicky, who she adored in the way she might adore the thrilling pain of a too-spicy chili. She thought about Emily, who she was never going to be equal to, and who she could never claim to truly be with. It should be enough. It should be everything she desired. But Mary...  

Fuck. There really had been something there, no matter how fraught. Something that she could never truly get with anyone else. She had tasted what it felt like to be in love with Mary, and she wasn’t going to brainwash that beautiful affection away again. 

“Just do it. For me. For your enslaver.”

Vicky looked at her, and she saw the gears spinning behind those sharp, bright eyes. She saw her get it – and then she saw her actually making the effort to emphasize, and truly get it.

“You can still do it when we’ve won,” she said. There was no fight in her voice, only sincere concern. This wasn’t bitch Vicky talking back, this was brainwashed and fully committed Vicky, voicing her most honest concerns.

“I know,” said Eva. “But once it’s gone, it will never be the same even if we bring it back. It's true now.”

Vicky sighed and shook her head, exasperated. “It’ll already not be the same once I make her like it.”

Eva scoffed. “We’re already brainwashing her to be on our side,” she said. “Don’t be a hypocrite and let me have something nice for once. I want this, and I know it turns you on. Like you said: A little extra spice.”

Vicky looked at the naked body in the chair and bit her lip.

“Any chance I get to join?” she asked, deadpan.

Eva gave her a lopsided look. “Are you seriously asking the brainwashed whore if she would like to share her brainwashed girlfriend with other brainwashed whores?”

Vicky chuckled. “Yeah. I guess I did. God, we’re fucked up, aren’t we?”

“Through and through,” said Eva proudly. Fuck yes. 

“Alright, then,” said Vicky, and went to work.

It took only fifteen minutes to make Mary theirs.

Eva and Vicky were forcing themselves to remain standing behind the control console as Mary woke up. It felt infuriatingly inappropriate not to be close to her in a moment like this; what they had done to her was so much more personal and meaningful than making someone serve a powerful and invincible mistress, and Eva wanted to hold her and reassure her and be close to her as she began her new life in of service of Emily.

But they had to maintain appearances, and so they did what they had to.

The overhead lights calmed down, and the eerie quiet returned. Mary blinked her eyes, and twisted her neck with a grimace of discomfort. For a moment she remained disoriented as her thoughts stumbled into line.

Then she looked across the room and met Vicky’s eyes, and then Eva’s.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. Her expression was caught between exasperation and sheer joy. “Oh wow. How did you–”

“–we can’t stick around,” Vicky interjected. “This was supposed to be a routine operation. Return to service as you’re programmed to do. If we need anything else from you, we’ll let you know. Until then, simply serve like the pretty little slave that you are.”

Mary bit her lips, took a deep breath, and nodded. “Yes, of course! Thank you.” It was clear that she was bursting with questions and unsatisfied cravings – but like any good slave she knew how to obey and serve.

She got up, still sweaty, her nipples still hard, and put on her bathrobe.

“Also,” Vicky added, prompting Mary to turn around with wide, glistening eyes. “You asked me to remind you to talk with Eva. I believe you’ve got some shit to talk about.”

Mary chuckled with disbelief and hardly contained excitement.

“After showers?” she asked breathlessly. “You already have quarters, right?”

“Yep. See you there,” said Eva.

“See you there,” said Mary.

And with that, she left, and strange silence fell once again.

Vicky clapped her hands together. “Well,” she said. “That felt much more sudden and way less momentous than I imagined it in my head. I don’t know what I expected. Not like we can throw a party, right?”

“I think there’s going to be a party eventually,” said Eva. “And it’s going to be one for the ages.”

Vicky nodded with a distracted smile as she worked the console. She was shutting down the program and clearing the cache. The logs were going to show exactly what they wanted them to show.

She looked up at Eva. “I’m holding you to that, honey. Sex and booze and karaoke. I'm gonna need some relaxing when we're done. This stress is taking years off my life, and I’m not ready to play the horny granny quite yet.”

Eva chuckled. “You’d do great, though. Imagine all the perverts proxy-fucking you instead of their bitchy landlady.”

“Shut up, that’s not a thing,” said Vicky with a lopsided smile.

Eva shrugged. “If you can imagine it, someone’s imagining it while jerking off.”

It wasn't even that funny – but Vicky laughed. She fully laughed. It was only a short burst, maybe two or three actual 'ha's – but it was the first time that Eva had actually see her do it. Smile and sneer and grin, sure. But not actual open laughter. It made Eva feel surprisingly emotional to see her do it. Eva had never seen her fully let go – but this felt different. It might just be the stress relieving itself or maybe even just the absurdity of their whole situation, but now that they had actually started putting their plan into action, their connection felt suddenly so much more real. They were in this together. Vicky wanted this just as much as Eva did, and Eva was so lucky to have her.

For a moment she just stared at Vicky, marveling at the breathtaking accomplice she had made. From day one she'd been the hottest of them all. The most intimidating. The most imposing.

And now she served Emily. Just like everyone else was going to serve her. Just like they had made Mary serve her. Just like they were going to make Patricia and Laura and every other slave serve her.

It was going to be so good. They really ought to throw a party when it was over.

Vicky was done laughing, and took a deep breath of relief. “Okay,” she said with a shrug. “I guess we’ll see how many gray hairs I have when all of this is over. One down. One-hundred and twenty-three to go.”

“Yay.” said Eva with a playful note of mock childishness. Of course it was a lot – but she did feel genuinely excited. They had enslaved someone! They had made someone their own! Fuck, yes!

Vicky raised her eyebrows. “Just tell me you’re not going to force me to make all of them lust after you.”

Eva scoffed. “No, just the one you already did anyway without me asking.”

Vicky rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah. Keep blaming me instead of admitting that it gets you off to see her brainwashed.”

“It gets me off to see her brainwashed,” said Eva. “But you're wrong. You think that's why I wanted you to do it. But it's not.”

Vicky made a grimace. “Is it because you love her?” she said dismissively.

“It's because I want an honest chance to find out if I do.” 

A pause. Vicky crossed her arms, and shook her head, thinking about what Eva had said. Then, she relaxed, and slowly stepped forward until she was right in Eva's personal space. She was a few inches taller than her, and Eva had to look up to meet her inquisitive stare. She could smell her. It was a familiar smell by now. It made her think of sex and dark rooms and pinned-down arms. 

Vicky smiled. “You're fucked in the head,” she said lovingly.

“Welcome to the club,” said Eva. Her stomach was shivering. For a moment she couldn't believe that all of this was real. This was her life. This was what she had become. Brainwashed. Enslaved. Part of a conspiracy of sex and crime and altered minds.

It was so fucking amazing.

Vicky's eyes narrowed. She had just thought of something.

“So... if you're gonna be with Mary, does this mean that I’ll have to come up with an excuse to stop treating you like my pet in front of the others?”

Now it was Eva's turn to laugh. She shook her head. “Fuck no,” she said. “I'm way too much of a brainwashed whore to keep myself from being fucked just because there's one special slave I prefer.”

God, she loved talking dirty.

She pulled Vicky in. “That's right,” she quietly continued, slowly walking her hand up the curve of Vicky's spine. “We're gonna have to keep pretending, you and I. We're brainwashed fuckslaves, and you raped my mind into total submission. I'm your little pet and I get off from being your inferior. I get off from being told how little I matter. I get off from being nothing but property. What is mine is yours. My tongue. My fingers. My lips. My breath. I exist to please.”

Vicky let out a voiceless, shivering moan. “Fuck yes,” she whispered. 

Eva smiled. “At least until we've won. After that, I'll be only what Emily wants me to be.”

“Yesss...”

“But for now,” Eva murmured, “let's keep acting our parts. There are cameras watching us, and you just taught me how to how to make a beautiful young woman serve and obey and crave the taste of submission. You deserve a fucking reward, and it's not like you ever had any inhibitions about taking what you wanted – right?”

“Right,” said Vicky with a smile. It was obvious how much she wanted this. “Just remember that I love you for what you did to me.”

“I know,” said Eva. “You keep telling me. Come on, we're supposed to be getting ready to be used by clients soon, and you're supposed to be an impatient little bitch.”

Even after telling her to do it, Eva wasn't quite prepared for how quickly Vicky switched on the violence. One moment they were embracing, sexual tension tugging at perfect eye level – and then Eva became the pet. Vicky grabbed her by the back of her hair and yanked her head back recklessly, her eyes suddenly wild with selfish desire, and pulled her down between her legs.

"On your knees, slut,” she said. “Get me off.”

Eva obeyed and put her tongue between Vicky's lips. Beautiful Vicky. Emily's slave! Yes! Her mind immediately lost itself in wonderful thoughts of the future they were building, and her pussy was wet with all the things they had already done today. The joy of enslaving another person was burning in her chest, and she thought of obedient and complicit Mary as she pushed her tongue between the shaved lips of her fellow whore. One of hundreds. One more brainwashed mind to serve Emily. One more part of the conspiracy. One more set of dreams and beliefs brought into line and shaped into exactly what they wanted. She wanted it now! She was one of them, now! It was so beautiful. She had been so beautiful! Her eyes empty! Her legs open! Her nipples hard! Hers! Entirely hers! Yes! Just like Eva! Just like Vicky! 

She imagined Emily. Imposing and confident, no longer made to betray herself, no longer forced to think that she was anything other than the one that should get her pussy licked and her every command obeyed. She imagined her framed by golden light, in her own beautiful bedroom, art and riches and hundreds of pretty possessions belonging entirely to her, surrounded by beautiful human property eager to please and eager to be used. Anything she wanted, she must have. Anything she commanded, they would do! Serve her! Please her! Obey her! Fuck her! Give her joy! Give her pleasure! Anything! Anything for her!

It was happening! It was really happening! It was going to be real! It was going to be true! 

She didn't know when she had started rubbing her cunt, but by the time she noticed she was already close to the edge. Her mouth was buried in Vicky's crotch, and her mind was drowning in the warm, wonderful fantasy of a hundred loyal and obedient slaves at Emily's feet. She was fucking herself hard. She was so close. She needed this. She wanted this. Yes! Yes! Yesss!!!

And then she thought of Devanshi Charan, shamelessly naked, her legs spread and her ass in the air as she knelt before her owner.

'Say what you are,' commanded Emily.

'I am a whore,' replied slave Devanshi.

Eva moaned and shivered, and nearly doubled over with need.

'Say what you do.'

'I serve and obey.'

Yes. Yes! YESSS!!! She was so close. She was so fucking close!!!

'Say what you’re worth.'

'As much as the sum of the ways in which I can be used, and nothing more.'

Vicky came into Eva's face, and that was what finally set her off. She screamed and moaned and collapsed to the cold floor, writhing with sizzling ecstasy boiling over between her legs. Her mind was filled with fireworks of naked bodies and empty eyes and changed minds. It was love. It was sex. It was everything. Everything she wanted. Everything she could ever want.

"For Mistress,” someone said quietly. It took Eva moment to realize that it had been Vicky.

"For Mistress,” she repeated as a warm glow filled her body.

Yes.

For Emily.

One down, one-hundred and twenty-three to go.