The next morning, she began her training, one day early. She was still going to be broken in later in the day, obviously — but apparently Laura's assessment yesterday evening had warranted a change of priorities. 'No commendations for technique,' Laura had said. Eva didn't mind. She wanted to be the best whore that she could possibly be. The only thing that stung was the fact that she would barely have any time to work toward her unfortunate secret agenda.

A beautiful fuckslave named Patricia picked her up from her room at the compound and took her to a more spacious and well-lit fuck chamber where she proceeded to watch as Eva showed off all the ways she already know how give her body. Eva was lucky enough to be paired with a male slave that was exactly her type. His name was Andrew, and he had wonderfully strong arms and a sympathetic smile and showed absolutely no hesitation when it was time to use her like she was supposed to be used. He was one of the few male sex slaves in Devanshi’s stable, and his stamina was frankly staggering. She lost count of how many times she made him come into her and onto her, but every time he had something useful to say about the way she had used her body to please. She took the feedback to heart religiously, always eager to do better the next time and be even better to fuck. They were taking turns to keep her from tiring out, first her mouth, then her hands, then her cunt, then her mouth again, over and over and over. It was fucking amazing, and she could tell that she was getting better at it. It made her so proud. It was wonderful.

“Very good, Eva,” slave Patrica said. It was maybe the fifth blowjob that Eva was giving today. “Just like that. Don’t stop looking up. Don’t stop with your fingers.”

Eva did just like she was told, keeping eye contact with slave Andrew as she kept on sucking. She felt the spit running down her chin and onto her tits as she sucked and pushed her head back and forth, slowly licking around the length of Andrew’s massive cock. It no longer tasted like anything. She had sucked off all the sweat and cum and pussy juice from the previous go. She focussed on keeping her jaw relaxed, focussed on using her tongue, focussed on always moving. She was tired, but it was so good.

Andrew moaned, and she shivered with pride. His smile was addictive. It meant approval. It meant that she was a good cocksucker. It meant that she was fun to use. She felt herself shiver as a drop of her own moisture ran down the inside of her thighs and tickled her. She was forbidden from fingering herself. Instead, her hands were busy with Andrew’s balls and asshole.

This time she made him come even quicker and again she tasted a bit of his cum as he unloaded into her mouth. Just like the last times, there wasn’t much of it though. His altered and enslaved brain might be able to keep him constantly horny and willing even after multiple orgasms, but no amount of brainwashing could make his body produce more cum.

She pulled back and let him out of her mouth with a wet noise, and they both smiled at each other, and at slave Patricia, who had been watching and coaching for the last three hours. 

“Well done, Eva,” slave Patricia said, and looked at a wall clock. It read 2.25 pm. “I think that’s all we have time for today. Fuck sessions start at four, and you need time to clean up and get some rest.”

“Thank you, Andrew, thank you Patricia,” she said. “I enjoyed this a lot.”

It wasn’t a lie. Not even a little bit. If things had been different, she would have asked to ride him for a couple of minutes before she left. But she had too much to do to consider it. Every minute counted, now that her task was done. She no longer needed to obey. She could finally do what she had been planning to do — and she had maybe an hour to roam the compound and look for Emily.

There was so little time. 

She made a quick round across the massive estate. The grounds were on the edge of town, a bit further away from downtown than the more desirable real estate further south. There were multiple massive buildings scattering the campus-like premises. To the outside world, Devanshi’s slave pen was a self-help and new age teaching center. A Private business, with even some religious exemptions thrown in.

Eva strolled across the lawn, careful to give the impression of just taking a relaxing walk before it was her time to spread her legs again. Two sunbathing slaves waved at her, and she waved back.

“Hi,” she said as she approached the naked sex slaves. One of them was brunette, the other blonde, and both of them had deep bronze skin. They were the bimbo type, with huge fake tits and puffed-up lips. Some clients preferred that kind of lay. Part of Eva appreciated the over-sexualisation of course, but it was a bit much for her taste. She was sure they were brainwashed to absolutely love the way they looked. Good for them.

“Hi,” said the blonde one. “How’s it going?”

“Just taking a stroll, getting to know the place. There’s a lot to explore. Mistress has built herself quite the place.”

“She has, hasn’t she?” asked the sunbathing bimbo in front of her. “It’s so hot to think that my body paid for part of it.”

“Totally,” she agreed. “Actually, can I ask you something?” 

“Shoot.”

“I know this slave that was used pretty hard, and I was wondering where she’s recovering. Her name is Emily.”

“Emily? She’s in the Ochre building, in the care of slave Monica. Oh, and it’s only called Ochre. It’s white, like the others. It’s that one over there,” she said, and pointed toward one of the buildings.

“Thank you so much,” Eva said, and was about to walk off when the bimbo sat up from her towel.

“Hey, you’re Eva, aren’t you? Emily’s convert?”

“Yes.”

“Is it true that you were best friends before she enslaved you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Good for her. Kinda jealous. Pretty much all of us dream about enslaving our friends, but not many of us get to do it. They’ve got to be quality material, plus: they can’t have too many strings. Single, little or no family. Preferably between jobs.”

“We got lucky,” Eva said. 

“You really did. Say hi from Lucy and Jaina.”

“I will,” Eva said, and waved goodbye as she headed for the building that the bimbo slave called Lucy had pointed out to her. It was a two-story affair, and quite a bit smaller than the other buildings on campus. There was no sign marking the building as what it was. There weren’t any signs on the whole premises. You either knew where to go, or a slave showed you the way.

Eva entered the atrium, and immediately checked the clock on the wall. 2.35 pm. Not much time left at all. Thankfully, there were clocks all over. It was necessity since so few slaves carried anything on them. Smart phones were obviously off limits, and no one was wearing wrist watches anymore, anyway.

There wasn’t a reception or anything like it. This wasn’t a public hospital after all. 

Eva decided to call out to see if anyone was there, and when no one answered, she proceeded to go upstairs. The building wasn’t large, and after checking some doors to empty rooms, she quickly found what she’d come for. She opened another door, and from inside came a sudden noise of surprise.

“Whoa,” said a woman she had just almost scared out of her desk chair. She was wearing a doctor’s coat, complete with a stethoscope around her neck. “Ever heard of knocking, slave?”

“Sorry,” Eva apologized. Didn’t know which room you were in.

“Are you here for the Neurezepam?” the doctor asked, and picked up a small package of unlabeled glass vials. The kind with the tops that you stuck syringes into. She held them towards Eva.

“Tell Vicky that this batch has a concentration of 75 parts per million. One vial equals one dose.”

Eva blinked, too surprised to think before she spoke. “Uhhh sorry. No. That’s not why I’m here. I was wondering if I could visit Emily.”

The doctor raised her eyebrows, and looked at her watch. Huh. She was actually wearing one.

“Here I was wondering why they sent one of their sluts to pick up the drugs instead of a hospitality slave.” She sounded annoyed. “Don’t fuckslaves like you have appointments at this time?” 

“Soon, yes,” Eva said. “But she’s my friend, and I’d like to see how she’s doing. Just five minutes, and I’ll be out of your way. Just tell me which room, and I’ll find it myself.”

The doctor sighed and rolled her eyes. “Out to the right, second door on the left.”

“Thank you,” Eva said, and nodded.

She followed the doctor’s directions, and gently opened the door. Inside was Emily – but when Eva saw her, she nearly screamed. 

“Oh my God,” Eva gasped, and Emily turned her head to look at her. Emily was completely covered in bruises. Her neck. Her eyes. She looked like she had been in a car crash. She looked like she was barely alive.

And despite that, she smiled when she saw Eva.

“Eva.” Her voice was little more than a croak, but Eva still heard her joy to see her.

“Emily!” Eva sobbed, and approached the bed. “What happened to you?!”

“I served,” Emily said, her smile wide as ever. “I served so well! I made him come so hard.”

Something inside of Eva seemed to die. Devanshi would pay for this!

She had to fake a smile, had to fake enthusiasm. Emily was brainwashed so well that Eva had no doubt that she would not hesitate to report any odd behavior that Eva showed.

“Fuck yes,” Eva said. “Well done.”

Emily giggled, then groaned with pain. “You should have been there, Eva. He made me scream at him and pretend to fight, and I really did, until he made me submit. It was like a real rape!”

Eva extended her hand, and Emily took it. 

“I’m proud of you,” Eva said. She really was. Just not for the reasons she was pretending to have. She was proud of her for being so strong, and for being so tough – not for being submissive and for letting herself be used so roughly. No. That was Eva’s purpose after all, not Emily’s.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to fuck, though,” Emily said with a little shrug. “I was so fucking horny for you yesterday.”

“Me, too,” Eva said. “I want you so badly. What you did to me makes me so fucking wet.”

Emily purred. “Fuck yes. I can’t wait to make you come again.”

Eva’s lower body was trembling. She wanted to slip out of her clothes and finger herself in front of Emily right now. She wanted to let her see her wet cunt, and come for her like the eager slave that she had been turned into.

But there was no time.

“I want it too. I want it so bad. But I can’t stick around very long. I’m due to be used soon. But I had to see you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t visit sooner, but I was busy being fucked.”

“Of course,” Emily said, completely understanding. “Obeying always comes first.”

“Always.” Eva said. “But before I go, just one thing, out of curiosity: The doctor mentioned something called neurezepam… is that the drug you use to brainwash people?” It was more than just curiosity though, of course. She wanted to make sure that this was the one she needed to get her hands on. She had recognized the name of the drug from the files about Emily that she had so surreptitiously snuck a peek into yesterday. 

“Yup.” Emily answered. “I don’t think it’s licensed, but they apparently gave it a name anyway.”

“So it’s just one drug? Crazy… just one injection, and you’re completely suggestible?”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Emily said with a smile. “Do you remember when I injected you in your living room?”

“Yes,” Eva purred. “I thought we were going to go shopping. I didn’t even have time to panic before it all faded away.”

Emily smiled proudly. “The serum is mixed with a sedative,” she said. “That’s why you basically passed out. You don’t remember it, but you were my little braindead zombie for thirty minutes until I neutralized the sedative.” 

“That’s so fucking hot.” For a moment, Eva had to think back, to when she’d been in the chair, lights dancing across her eyes, taking away her will and turning her into what she was now. It still made her so fucking hot.

She looked at Emily. “I have to go. As I said, I’m going to be used soon.”

Emily looked so proud. “Let them have all of you, you little slut. Make them come hard.”

Eva’s lower body tightened with lust. “I will. I’ll see you soon, if I can. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Emily said, and let go of Eva’s hand. Eva gave her one last longing look, then left the room. On the way out, she passed the doctor again. The woman gave her a brief nod.

“Actually, doctor,” Eva said. “I could totally take those drugs to Vicky if you want. I’m here anyway, and I’m heading straight to the sex slave quarters.”

“Uhhhh… no, thank you,” the doctor said. “I’ll wait for a hospitality slave. You go and get yourself ready to get used. Have fun.”

Eva nodded, but cursed mentally. No such luck. She would have to get her off-market brainwashing drugs from the secret basement across town, then. “I will,” she said, and quickly headed for the whorehouse.

She was barely in time. She gave a quick ‘hello’ to her fellow fuck slaves in the lounge, and headed straight to her assigned room. There were clothes lying on the bed, prepared for her. She didn’t know yet why, but it must have been something her client requested her to wear. She washed off, and made herself up. When she was done with that, she had only a few minutes left to read the brief. She opened the document on her tablet, and read quickly. 

This was her first non-standard client. Three hours. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she read what he had requested her to do. After how much she had hurried to get here, this was going to be a literal walk in the park. She suddenly felt bad, however. She had just come back from visiting Emily, who had been physically abused. Doing what this brief demanded seemed like a cruel joke in comparison.

She put away the tablet, and quickly got into the clothes. Blue jeans, a shirt, a leather jacket, short boots, and a knitted wool hat.

She read over the final words of the brief one last time.

‘Be human. Be sympathetic. Be honest. Be yourself. Explicitly no roleplaying!’

She scoffed. Okay. This might get weird. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and waited. The bell chimed, and half a minute later, a man entered. He looked at her as he stepped in with raised eyebrows and a timid smile, then closed the door behind him.

There was a short pause. 

“Hi,” Eva said. 

“Hi,” said the man, hesitantly.

“You’re Sam, then.” Eva said. “I’m Eva, and we both know what’s happening. Don’t worry, this is totally fine. It’s kind of funny to be honest, but… you know… in a good way. I’m happy to be here.”

Sam sighed. “No point in pretending this is anything it isn’t.”

Eva got to her feet. “I’m not pretending. You’re cute. I’m into this. Let’s go.”

Sam chuckled. Eva extended her hand, and Sam took it.

She led them out the waiting area, into the parts of the campus that were accessible to clients. It was lovely. The air smelled like grass and summer, and there was a gentle breeze caressing her skin as she walked with Sam, hand in hand.

“You’re probably not allowed to tell me anything about yourself,” Sam said. “I mean, Miss Devanshi did pretty thorough background checks on me, but… yeah, why would she give anyone clues where she got you from?”

Eva smiled. “I can tell you that I work in marketing. Well… I used to, before I got this gig. Cold-calling people, going to conventions, getting leads, networking, that kind of stuff. What about you, Sam?”

“Stock broker,” Sam said with an apologetic shrug. “Sold my soul to the devil seven years ago.”

“Do you like it?” Eva asked.

“I’m good at it.”

“But do you like it?”

Sam paused. “Yeah. I think I do.”

“It’s wonderful when you get to do the things you love,” Eva said. “Like, all of this is still very new to me, but it’s the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I already can’t imagine life without this.”

Sam looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “...you’re serious, aren’t you? I can tell… but… you really want this?”

“Of course,” Eva said with a warm smile. “It’s amazing.”

He continued to look at her skeptically. Eva squeezed his hand, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so lucky to get to spend my time doing this. I’m so happy to be here for you, Sam.”

Sam simply stared at her for what felt like half a minute. “You’re so unbelievably beautiful,” he finally said. “I… this… this isn’t right. They shouldn’t have done this to you.”

“Maybe,” Eva said with a shrug. “I definitely wouldn’t have wanted this, once. But it’s what I want now. I really do, with all of my heart. I’m truly happy. But let’s talk about something else. We can save the philosophical debates for the second date.”

Sam smiled weakly. “Okay. So… where’d you grow up?”

“Can’t tell you where exactly, but it was rural. Middle class. I’ve got a younger brother who’s still living with my parents. I moved to the west coast out of university when I got a job offer here in the city. What about you? You strike me as a city boy.”

“Suburbs, actually,” Sam said. “I was the shy kid in the back of class. Shocker, I know.”

“You clean up well,” Eva said, giving him a wink. “I would never have guessed it from the outfit or the hair cut, but yeah…. the bumbling and the holding hands are a bit of a giveaway.”

“I didn’t want to… just… you know, reduce you to just your body. I know it’s all just an act, but I thought I might at least give you a nice time. I know you don’t really care about me. I’m just a client. That’s fine.”

Eva took both of his hands into hers, “You don’t want me to lie Sam, so I won’t pretend this whole thing isn’t a bit naive or that it changes anything about the fact that you’re using me.”

Sam looked at her with wide eyes. She continued. “There. I said it. You know it. I know it. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t want this. I do. I love being used. I’m enjoying this, and I want you to enjoy this, too. I’m happy, and I want you. And what you’re doing is kinda cute, and it’s appreciated”

Sam swallowed down a lump in his throat, and Eva could see his pants bulge. She looked into his eyes adoringly, already fantasizing about being his dream lay and making him cum into her. Enabling his endearingly pathetic fantasy was making her so happy already. 

“So let’s just keep up the small talk for a bit because it’s nice, and let’s keep holding hands and walking and let’s look deeply into each other's eyes, because we’re exactly on the same page. We both want this. We both know where we are going to end up later. And we both know that it’s going to be even better if we let that anticipation build.”

Sam’s gaze went to his feet, and he nodded to himself, and smiled. “Yep. That’s exactly what we’re doing, isn’t it?”

“I don’t get much foreplay these days,” she said with a wink, and led him further down the path through the verdant campus of Mistress Devanshi’s compound.

They held hands, and talked about their lives and dreams. Eva didn’t pretend to have any ambitions anymore, but she told him about the things she enjoyed other than giving her body. They talked about their favorite movies, and about the best food they’d ever had, and about pets and school bullies and first kisses. He was nice. 

Soon, they were making out. He was timid at first, but after some encouragement turned out to be sloppy and greedy, pushing his tongue deep into her willing mouth. He groped her, and she put her hands on top of his, pressing his palms harder against her tits. She pressed her body against his, and felt his erection against her lower abdomen.

“I want you,” she whispered, and she heard him let out a shivering breath. 

He looked at her. His face was flushed red. She bit her lip and took his hand.

They had a whole hour left when they arrived back in her room, and she wasted none of it. 

She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, kissing him, lifting his shirt and licking his belly as she undid the buttons on his pants. He was so hard for her, and she needed him inside of her. She pulled down his pants around his thighs and immediately took him into her mouth with a deep moan of satisfaction.

“Oh God, yes,” he moaned as she sucked him off. “Yes!”

She felt him throb inside of her, and she eased off, already sensing how sensitive he was. She wanted to keep him going. She wanted to tease him, delay it until he had all of her. This was still foreplay. She licked around his shaft carefully, slowly, only making him want more. After a minute, she pulled away and sat up.

She took off her top and her bra and enjoyed the always-wonderful feeling of showing off her body. Her tits and her cunt were the reason she had value. They existed to be looked at. They existed to be touched and used.

Sam looked at them with wide eyes and an incredulous smile. She took his hands and laid them on her tits, and he eagerly squeezed them. Shivers went through her. She loved this so much.

She held onto his hands, and they rolled over until she was on her back, beneath him. She looked down at herself and back at Sam, desperate lust in her eyes.

He took off her pants, and she spread her legs.

“I want you so bad, Sam” she whimpered. Above her, Sam looked breathless and overwhelmed and so fucking horny for her. His eyes were mad with desire, and his cock was so fucking hard. Eva shivered. She was such a hot slave. Such a desirable whore. 

She let herself be fucked. She gave Sam everything that he wanted. She kissed him and said his name, and moaned and panted and told him how much she wanted this – and it was true. She wanted nothing more than to be with him. She wanted nothing more than to have him and to be everything for him. She was a slave, and her only purpose was to please him.

She made him cum hard, and he screamed and sighed, and collapsed next to her.

There was still time left after, and they spent it lying next to each other, talking softly as Sam’s cum slowly dripped out of her. 

“You’re amazing,” Sam said. Eva smiled softly.

“I live to do this,” Eva said. “I love being used. I want to be the most fuckable whore I can be. ” It might put a bit of a damper on the mood, but she didn’t want him to get any ideas. She knew that she wasn’t for sale – not yet. But enough money might be able to circumvent that. She couldn’t have that. She had to make sure that she stayed here, both to still the hunger to be used by as many people as possible, and to be around Emily. 

Her thoughts returned to her friend and enslaver. She had made some progress today. She had found her. She had also found out about the drug she would need to use to put her into trance. Neurezepam. A convenient cocktail to knock someone out and turn them into a thoughtless and obedient puppet for easy transport.

It felt so wrong to do that to Emily, but it was for the greater good; to free her.

Not that she had any idea how to get Emily out of here, or how to get away with any of this even if she got as far as removing Devanshi’s control from Emily’s mind.

That was the crux, wasn’t it. Even if all of her plans succeeded, she was building a house of cards. She had already realized this yesterday, but it was such a daunting notion: She would have to enslave others to get to Emily, and Devanshi. 

And if she failed at any point, they would erase her loyalty to the one she loved, and the next time that some monster abused Emily like yesterday, Eva wouldn’t react with shock and horror, but with pride. She shuddered at the sickening notion. No. That couldn’t happen. She had to succeed. She had to free Emily. And to do that, she would have to somehow brainwash her enemies into her allies.

It was an impossible task.

But she had one hope:

She remembered her time in the chair, in front of the lights that had burrowed into her mind when she had been drugged and susceptible. The only reason it had taken so long was because Emily had lost herself in the lights, too. After that it had been so effortless and quick — even when she had been free before. She remembered the last steps of the process, and it had gone so quickly. Her broken mind had accepted everything Emily had told her, without question. 

If she was able to get a slave sedated and into the chair, it couldn’t possibly take more than a few minutes to change who they served. It was such a little change. Eva was sure of that, because she could always feel how very close she was to falling under Devanshi’s thrall. All it would take was a little push. 

She would have to start with someone who knew how to work the machine, though. She would need someone who knew how to enslave.

Fuck.

She was going to have to start with Vicky.

“What are you thinking about?” asked a voice next to her, and Eva nearly jumped. She had entirely forgotten about Sam. For a moment, she felt guilty, because she had failed to serve him.

“I mustn’t tell you,” she said. “But before that I was thinking about how good it was to have you inside me. This was wonderful. We still have some time left; you could come back in, just for a bit. I know you’re tired, but it would be nice just to have you in me while we lie next to each other.”

“I’d like that,” he said, and she spread herself for him and let herself be used just a little bit more before Sam had to leave. He promised to be back, and Eva didn’t have to lie when she said that she’d enjoy seeing him again. Fulfilling this awkward fantasy felt strangely sweet and wonderfully messed up at the same time, and she was nothing if not eager to be anything that others wanted. She was happy to be used.

She soon got checked by a hospitality slave, was of course found to be undamaged, and cleaned herself up. Her other two clients for today were going to be standard fare. Forty-five minutes of getting used. Just her body, with some minor Asks. She was going to be finally able to really put her training to use however and it didn’t take long for her to put her thoughts aside and lose herself in the thrill of it. Even her dilemma of serving the wrong mistress couldn’t diminish the excitement of serving. This was the one thing in her life she was certain of. The one thing she could always rely on to anchor her and give her peace: She existed to be used, and there was nothing better than to give away her body. 

When her first client entered the room, she was already completely in the moment. She thought only about how to serve and how to please and how to let herself be used. She became nothing but a stranger's fuckslave. She became nothing but property. She became nothing but a hot, willing body that loved nothing more than being fucked. 

And when he was done with her, she got to do it all over again with someone else.

When she was done for today she joined the other fuckslaves in the shower, and found a beautiful fuckslave named Julia that was more than willing to eat her out. When Eva came, she thought about how tomorrow, she would do all of this all over again. And the day after that, and after that, and after that, every day, forever.

It was so fucking good to be a slave.

It was only when she put her clothes back on and drove back home that her thoughts returned to the painful reality that she had pushed away. She was caught in a hopeless situation. She needed to free Emily; and to do that she would have to make Vicky serve Emily just like Eva did. And even if that somehow succeeded, they were going to have to take down Mistress' whole operation from the inside. Fuck.

But first things first. One step at a time: First, she would have to get those drugs. 

And she knew where to get them.