Being untraceable works both ways. Eva had been commanded to keep her phones turned off until she was at an inconspicuous location, and this particular place was anything but that, at least to those that knew what lay in the basement.

Eva would never have been able to find her way back on her own without the address from the file, but with it, she managed to figure it out even without using her phone for navigation. She recognized the walk-down entrance as soon as she rounded the corner, and her pulse accelerated when she remembered the last time she’d been here. It had been the first day of the rest of her life. It had only been less than forty-eight hours, but already she felt like her old life might never have existed for how insignificant it had become. Thank God Emily had enslaved her.

Eva parked her car across the street and looked out the driver-side window pensievely. The entrance of the basement was lit by the caustic yellow light of a street lamp that managed to feel uncomfortably bright and annoyingly dim at the same time. There were no lights on in the building, or the ones next to it, and Eva thought that it might almost be safe to assume that Mistress Devanshi had rented out all three properties to avoid any neighborly noise complaints.

Eva considered getting out of the car and taking a closer look, but she knew better. There was no way in hell that the door was unlocked or that any slave of Devanshi’s would let her in without asking questions. She’d come here on a whim, without really knowing why. Maybe she just wanted to be sure that the address had been the correct one. It definitely was. This was the place where she had become property. Her pussy throbbed with excitement at the thought.

After a few more minutes of staring and thinking, she put her car back into drive and went home. After all, she had to get enough sleep to be able to be used all day again, tomorrow. She was going to be trained again, and used again, and she couldn’t help looking forward to it.

She woke the next morning with slightly tender muscles, and groaned as she got up to make herself ready to leave. She had her coffee and some bagels, and studied the script and check lists she’d been given. It was exciting to read the clinical set of instructions that she was going to follow one by one in order to completely end the life she used to have.

Yesterday, she’d written posts to explain how she was going to delete her social media accounts, and how she was going to maybe take some time off to travel and find herself, with apologies that she wasn’t going to answer any messages for a while.

She had some texts from her mom, which she answered as vaguely as possible, with all the necessary happy emojis and empty promises of keeping in touch. She ended the message with ‘Love u, eva’

After she hit ‘send’ she paused for a moment to consider that last part. Did she? Did she still love her family?

Sure, of course. But that didn’t mean shit. She was property now, and she loved it so much more than she had ever loved them. It wasn’t even close. Her mom and dad were nothing but obstacles now that she needed to overcome. As long as they were still in her life, she wouldn’t be able to ever be a full slave. 

She shivered, and remembered the end of the list; things that were still months away but already planned, already fully committed to:

In two to three weeks she would no longer have a job, and spend all of her time either whoring her body or making sure that it stayed in shape. 

In five to seven weeks, she would no longer be taking any calls, and inform her landlord that she was moving out. By then, she was going to have quit all insurances and subscriptions and accounts, with Mistress Devanshi’s organization helping her scrub any trace of her existence from as much of the internet as possible.

In two to three months, she was going to send her last ever text message. Then, she was going to move to some nowhere town in Georgia to work for a shell company that was going to immediately fire her – and then she was going to vanish with no known address and no known phone number.

She couldn’t resist putting her hand down her pants to push against her throbbing clit. Knowing how completely her entire existence was going to be erased was so fucking exciting – and the fact that she was so completely brainwashed that she wanted this more than anything made her so incredibly proud and wet. Fuck yes! She was such a good slave! It was so fucking good to be like this.

She stopped herself. She had more commands to obey. She checked the list. She had time for one more thing before she needed to leave: She called work and put in her two week’s notice and asked if she needed to come in the week after her personal time off – and they told her that she only needed to come in to sign some paperwork and pick up her stuff. Perfect.

At least this was going well.

“Well done, slave!” said Patricia when it was finally over. Eva was drenched in sweat, and her insides were in a knot. Getting fucked in the ass had been fucking amazing, but she was definitely sore, now. It was going to take time to get used to this, but she was definitely looking forward to the day when she would be able to take it effortlessly. She wanted to be the best fuck slave she could be.

“Thank you,” Eva said to both of the slaves that had coached her. Patricia and Andrew had been just as wonderful as yesterday. It felt so fucking good to be in the company of people that understood just how thoroughly she needed to be used and didn’t hold back. They had made her cum so many fucking times, and half of it hadn’t been Andrew’s dick but the fact that they were so fucking good at gratifying that hot shameless kink that had been brainwashed into the base of her desires.

Andrew picked up two towels and gave one to Eva, and they both brushed off the worst of the sweat and sex juices from their bodies. Patricia nodded and smiled. “You’ll need more training, but we’ll get you there. You’ll make a wonderful whore.”

Eva smiled, and felt Patricia’s words tickle her nethers. She was beautiful, of course. All fuck slaves were.

“Are you going to teach me how to lick your cunt tomorrow?” Eva asked. “I think I deserve something slightly less taxing after today.” She glanced at Andrew. “Don’t get me wrong. I loved taking your dick.”

Andrew chuckled, but Patricia only raised her eyebrows. “You’ll be used by men, Eva. You need to be the best you can be at being the best cocksleeve you can be before we’re going to train you in anything else.”

Eva straightened. “Of course. Sorry.”

Patricia looked at her, and Eva enjoyed the way her eyes wandered across her tits, and between her legs. She tossed her towel to the side and spread them for her. Patricia didn’t react, at first. Then her mouth turned into a thin smirk.

“If you want extra lessons, I’ll be in the showers with everybody else tonight.”

Eva smiled. “I’d be happy to give something in return for your invaluable advice.”

Patricia nodded. “Looking forward to it.”

And with that, they all packed up, and headed their separate ways. Today’s lesson had been shorter to avoid damaging Eva’s body too much, and she had more time to explore the grounds. She hit the showers first, and looked over her first client brief. That way, she wouldn’t have to rush later once it was time to let herself be used.

Then, she continued with her hopeless plan. If you could even call her loose and overambitious list of goals a plan. Some not-insignificant part of her was screaming at her to just let it go. She was going to have to be so fucking lucky for any of it to work. She didn’t know what kinds of punishment Devanshi had in store for disobedient slaves, and she didn’t want to imagine what cruelties the kind of person that kidnapped and enslaved women was capable of.

But she had to try. She had to try to make this right. Emily needed to be the one commanding them. She had to try, for Emily.

Step one: Find Vicky. Step two: Somehow lower her guard. Step three: Find out how to ambush her and modify her programming. Step four: Somehow pull it off.

Fucking step one-hundred: Enslave Devanshi and install Emily as slavemistress. Thank god there were only a dozen points or so of failure.

She wasn’t sure if it was a relief or even more horrible to know that failure meant that she would be completely enslaved and forever happy about it.

Fuck. She had to stop thinking about this, and just start.

It took her a short while of wandering around and asking slaves before she got pointed in the right direction. Vicky was exactly where Eva had both hoped and dreaded she was going to be: the conditioning room.

Eva found her way to the correct building across campus. It wasn’t much bigger than a wood cottage even if it was built from the same sleek white concrete as the other buildings on Mistress Devanshi’s compound.

It wasn’t locked, but there was a little red light above the door that reminded Eva of the ones that she had seen in movies and shows above the doors of recording studios. But instead of ‘On The Air’, a sign next to it read ‘Lights and triggers’

The hospitality slave that had pointed her this way had warned her about it. Entering the room without consciously preparing herrself might put her into trance, just like it had happened to Emily when she had enslaved her. It wasn’t a huge risk of course, otherwise the slave that did the processing wouldn’t be in the room. But definitely something to look out for.

She steeled herself, both for the lights and for the person behind the door, and entered.

It was dark, of course, except for the dancing lights of the conditioning setup and some very dim red lights that illuminated the room around it barely enough not to trip. It was eerily quiet, except for a dull, electric hum coming from the center of the room, where a slave sat entranced. Eva recognized her. It was Mary, the hospitality slave that had shown her around on her first day.

Mary sat still, her mouth hanging half-open as the barrage of hypnotic stimuli assaulted her brain. She was naked, and Eva realized that the electric hum was coming from the vibrator between her legs.

For a moment, Eva was overwhelmed by how fucking hot all of this was. Drool was dripping from Mary’s lips, and seeing a woman completely empty and controlled like this made her so fucking wet. And like so often, she couldn’t help but be even more aroused by the fact that she had been brainwashed to be aroused by it in a wonderful kinky feedback loop. She shivered, and let out a deep sigh, barely able to pull her eyes away.

But she managed, and saw Vicky standing behind a console, giving her a questioning look that couldn’t be more dismissive if Eva had dragged in a dead raccoon.

Eva swallowed heavily. This felt like stealing from a dragon. She took a few steps forward, and whisper-shouted: “Can we talk?”

Vicky stared daggers at her for a moment, sighed, and then replied, in her normal speaking voice. “You don’t have to whisper. Her unconscious still knows when we’re talking to her and when we’re talking to someone else. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes,” said Mary, voice just as empty as her face.

Vicky smiled mischievously, and Eva couldn’t help but smile along, even if only for a moment.

“What do you want, Eva?” Vicky said.

“To apologize,” Eva said. Forcing the words out of herself was easier than expected. Seeing Vicky now, in her role as an enslaver, was fucking hot, and it made Eva remember how she’d felt about Vicky before she had started belittling Emily. She was beautiful, and everything about what she was fed into the perverted core of Eva’s brainwashed desires. Under any other circumstances, Eva would have been all over her from day one.

“Apologize?” Vicky asked, raising her eyebrows in apparent disbelief.

“Yep. I… I was defending Emily because she’s my best friend, and I went overboard. I think we both escalated, but I was the one that started it. I’m sorry.”

Vicky tilted her head and scoffed. “Do you think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re fucking cute. Do you think that apologizing will stop me from making you my little bitch the moment I get you into that chair?”

A cold shiver went down Eva’s spine, and she really hoped that Vicky hadn’t seen it.

“I can’t wait,” she said, and this time it was actually hard to bring herself to say it. “In fact, do you want to do it right now?”

Her heart was racing. This was all or nothing, but she knew that this was the only card she had to bet on.

“What?” Vicky blurted, obviously surprised. Good. Now, the follow-up.

“Do you really think I don’t want you, Vicky? I want you so fucking bad! You enslaved my best friend and taught her how to enslave me! But I was so fucking angry in that moment, and so fucking defensive. But of course, I want you to have me! Of course, I’ll be your bitch! Condition me! Use me!”

There was a pregnant pause that seemed to drag on forever. 

Finally, Vicky let out a voiceless chuckle, and shook her head. She looked at Eva, a sincere smile on her lips. “I can’t. I’m not supposed to condition you until your basic training is complete.”

Something enormous in Eva unclenched itself, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She made it sound like a sigh of disappointment. “That’s what I thought. But I wanted to ask anyway.”

Vicky gave her a hungry look. The same look she had given her before their fight in the slave quarters. Eva had convinced her, it seemed. Relief rippled through her body in prickling waves. Her fingers felt numb, and she was slightly dizzy.

“I’ll take you in the showers, though,” Vicky said, and Eva winced. For a moment all she managed to get out was a supremely awkward “Uuuuhmmm…”

“What?”

“I… I already promised to lick Patricia’s cunt today. She’s teaching me how to–”

“-- I know what she’s teaching you,” Vicky said with an expression that was both amused and annoyed at the same time. “And you better fucking lick her cunt for showing you how to be a good little whore. You’ll just have to come to my slave quarters afterwards. There’s more than enough hot slaves that I can fuck in the showers that aren’t you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Eva said.

“Good thing we had this talk I guess,” Vicky said. “Didn’t expect this, to be honest. I thought you were just a belligerent little bitch.”

“Look who’s talking,” Eva said, unable to stop herself.

Vicky scoffed and gave Eva an exasperated look. Her smile wasn’t gone, though, and instead turned into a wicked grin. “You really want it, don’t you, you little whore? You really want me to fucking break you hard.”

Eva ran with it, simply glad that she didn’t seem to have alienated Vicky entirely. “End of the week, I’ll be your little submissive whore,” she said. “Until then, you’re still the bitch that’s just too hot not to go to bed with.”

“This wasn’t really an apology then, was it?” Vicky said. “You’re just too fucking horny to stay away from me.”

“I meant what I said,” Eva replied. “But just because I started the fight doesn’t mean you weren’t just as much of a cunt as I was.”

Again, Vicky scoffed. “Ugh… I fucking guess. Can we just, like, forget about the whole thing, and just be good slaves? You want me. I want you. We both serve and obey, and we both look forward to you being even more of a submissive little slut than you already are. Can we agree on that, and just enjoy the rest?”

Eva blinked, surprised. Some part of her had honestly forgotten that Vicky was just as much a fuckslave as she was. She existed to be used and fucked, and she lived to obey. The fact that she had enslaved Emily and the fact that they had fought had somehow made her seem so much bigger and more threatening than she actually was. She did have real power, but she was just as much of a slave as Eva was. 

“Yes,” Eva said. “Let’s make peace.”

“And tonight, you’ll get to be my whore,” Vicky said.

“Tonight, you’ll get to use me,” Eva replied.

“Tomayto, tomahto. Anyways, I need to get back to Mary.”

Eva nodded, and shot a glance at the blanked slave. Her loins tingled pleasantly.

“Can I watch for a moment,” she asked.

Vicky shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

Eva watched as Vicky reinforced deep conditioning at the core of Mary’s wants and desires, and made her even more devoted to Devanshi than she no doubt already was. Mary shivered and panted with pleasure every time her brainwashing became deeper and deeper, and every time she affirmed her artificial beliefs with thoughtless words of blind affirmation. Seeing such a bright mind reduced to such a mumbling husk was surreal and wonderful. She was so lucky to be part of this. It was already so hard to imagine a life in which she hadn’t been brainwashed.

In a strange way, she was grateful to Vicky. She had enslaved Emily. And even though the idea of Emily being a slave was nauseating, Eva would never have been enslaved herself if it hadn’t been for that fact. It felt perverse to be thankful for Emily’s enslavement, but she truly was, even if it was a cruel twist of fate that absolutely needed to be corrected. Emily needed to be free now, now that Eva served her.

And Vicky was going to be the key. Eva had done it. She had actually done it. Well… she had managed to accomplish the first step. There were still so many obstacles to overcome before she had truly succeeded. But she had managed to get back on Vicky’s good side, and now she just might be able to find a way to get her into that light and suggestible enough to accept a new owner to serve.

All it had taken was letting go of every little bit of pride, and it was quietly disturbing how easy it had been. The truth was that she hadn’t needed to do much lying at all. Some part of her was actually looking forward to being her fucktoy. Some part of her really felt a forbidden thrill when she thought about being conditioned to be submissive. Some part of her really, really wanted her, hard. She was so fucking beautiful. 

She pulled herself together, and managed to steal some glances around the room. She spotted a cooler that was bound to contain drugs, and after watching Vicky work the console for fifteen minutes, she thought that she understood most of its workings. It looked like most of the complexity of the procedures was handled by the program itself, and the operator simply needed to choose from a few options when prompted.

After another couple of minutes, she excused herself. Vicky simply nodded as she said goodbye and left the conditioning chamber.

Stepping outside was like running into a wall. The chamber had been air conditioned, and the afternoon sun was pounding down on the campus. 

Eva quickly found a bit of shade, taking deep breaths of the fragrant air. Her heart was pounding, and her knees felt weak. She didn’t know how late it was exactly, but she definitely had some time left before her first client was scheduled to use her. For a moment, it felt positively strange and alien to have time to spare after the scramble of yesterday. 

She decided to visit Emily again, and made her way to the clinic. On the way, she spotted the same two bimbo slaves that she had met yesterday. They weren’t sunbathing today. Instead, either Lucy was busy licking Jaina’s pussy or the other way around. Whoever the one was that was on the receiving end of it gave Eva a wave as she passed. Eva waved back with a small chuckle, and entered the clinic.

She found Emily in the same room that she'd been in the day before.

“Emily?” Eva said as she entered.

“Hey, back again?” Emily smiled when she saw her. She was looking a bit better. Eva told her so.

“Thank you,” Emily said. “Still feel like shit, though. I wish I could be back offering my body, but won’t be able to for a while. At least for regular clients. I’ll be used by some fetishists the day after tomorrow, I think.”

“What? That’s way too early!” Eva said, and quickly added: “If you’re used too early, you’ll be out of commission even longer!”

Emily smiled. “Relax, they’ll only use me as something to jerk off to and cum on.”

Eva’s neck tingled with disgust and dread. It was so horrible that this was happening to Emily, and Eva hated that she still couldn’t do anything about it. She wished that she could be the one to do it instead. It would be so fucking good to be used like that. For a moment, she fantasized about being abused and hurt and bruised, and about men jerking off onto her as she lay beneath them, powerless and pathetic, whimpering or even playing dead as their cum shot across her body. Fuck yes! 

“That’s so fucking hot,” she said, and Emily smiled. She wasn’t supposed to, but of course, she did. She had no choice. She had been brainwashed by those monsters.

They talked for a while, and Eva told her about the ways she had been used and about the ways she had already been trained to be a better whore. Emily had enslaved her, and Eva was so proud to report what a good slave she had already become.

“Fuck yes,” Emily said. “You’re such a hot fucking slut. I can’t wait to finally fuck you.”

Eva’s insides nearly melted. She wished that she could tell Emily about her plans, but she knew that Emily would betray her without hesitation. She told her about what happened with Vicky, but not why she had actually apologized.

“I’m glad you’re on good terms again,” Emily said. “I love Vicky so much. She’s done so much for me. She brainwashed me and turned me into a slave. And she’s so fucking good with her tongue. And without her training, I wouldn’t have been able to enslave you.”

She took Eva’s hand. “Thank you for standing up for me. I really appreciate it. But I did fuck up.”

“You didn’t fuck up,” Eva said. “I’m fully enslaved. I exist to serve and obey my enslavers.”

Emily smiled benevolently. “Of course you do, whore,” she said, and Eva’s pussy tingled as if Emily had dragged her finger across it. “But I took way too long. I missed clients because of you.”

Eva simply nodded. It was no use pressing the issue. “As long as we obey the best we can, all will be forgotten in due time. We’ll be together, and we’ll all serve.”

You. We’ll all serve you. She didn’t say it of course, but in her mind her conviction was clear.

“I have to go now,” she said after a minute of quiet between them. “I need to be used.”

“Go get them, tiger,” Emily said with a smirk, and Eva had to chuckle. She gave Emily a kiss, and left. She went down the stairs, out of the building, and across the lawn, through the afternoon sun, and her chest was filled with the warm glow of accomplishment. She still felt the unease of all the things that were still part of an uncertain future, but all in all, today had already gone so much better than she could have hoped for. She already knew from experience that the joy of obedience was able to wash all of her worries away, but walking into the whorehouse with that sense of safety felt nonetheless so much better than the aimlessness she had felt yesterday, after she had first seen Emily.

She joined the other fuck slaves in the rest area, and spent some time getting to know some of her fellow brainwashed whores. Conversation went easy and time went by quickly, and it was soon time for most of them to go to their rooms and get ready to offer themselves. Eva told the slave she had been talking to have fun, and got words of encouragement from her in turn, and they all took a last sip from their drinks and then went to their chambers.

Her first client was an older man with a massive cock that took her roughly from behind and dumped his cum onto her back. 

Her second client was a  man that she recognized from somewhere on TV or the internet, but she couldn’t quite place him. It didn’t matter, of course. She spread her legs for him and gladly let him suck her tits and lick across her face, and she swallowed his cum when he told her to suck him off.

Her third was another older man that wanted her to dance and play with herself while he was jerking off on the bed beneath her. She let him insult her and command her and call her another woman’s name. She wasn’t allowed to cum until he told her, which was something that she discovered she was very much able to do thanks to how deep her conditioning went. It was a wonderful thing, being so utterly brainwashed and controlled that she was able to get off on command.

Then it was time for her fourth and final lay of the evening. She checked the brief, and again the name of the client felt vaguely familiar. The Asks were vanilla, and she had a little bit of time left from the previous session to get ready without having to rush.

When the bell rang, she was sitting on the bed and smiling, ready and willing for the next man to use her body however he wished. The door opened, and the client entered, smiling, confident. 

But then he looked at her, and his smile deflated, and Eva realized with a sudden sting why his name had felt familiar.

“Eva?!” the man yelped.

“Marcus?!” Eva suddenly didn’t know how to feel as she remembered exactly who the man across from her was: Marcus Dempsey, one of the kids she had met at summer camp when she’d been like, what, fourteen? That had been more than ten years ago, but it was definitely him.

“Holy fuck, I… I…” he stammered, looking absolutely overwhelmed and embarrassed. “I… guess now I know why I… fuck… I thought you only looked like… you. I didn’t think it was actually… fuck!”

Eva didn’t know what to say. This had to be some kind of problem. There was no way that this was supposed to happen. For a moment, she wondered how thorough the background checks were.

“I…,” she started. “I think we have to talk to my masters.”

Marcus visibly flinched at the word. “No. Wait. Just… what happened to you?”

For a moment, Eva was too confused to answer. “You… you do know what you paid for, right?” she asked hesitantly. “You know what all of this is, right?”

Marcus pressed his lips together. “I… yes. I do.”

“Then you know what happened. I was brainwashed and enslaved.” 

Having to say it out loud felt like she was talking to a child. He looked at her, obviously deeply uncomfortable. She nodded. She thought that she understood. 

She got out of bed. “I get it.”, she said gently. “It’s different because it happened to someone you knew. Don’t worry, we’ll find another sl– uhmm, another… one that you can, uhhh… spend time with. And if that doesn’t work, I’m sure that you can get a refund.”

She walked up to the side table and pressed the emergency button three times. It was the signal for non-violent assistance.

“Unless, of course, this was just initial shock,” she continued. “I’m more than happy to let you have me as long as my masters approve. I’m just getting the feeling that this isn’t what you bargained for.”

“I… uhh... yeah. You got that right. Definitely not what I bargained for. Fuck. Eva. How the hell didn’t they know? I’m so sorry. This is so fucked up. I–”

He was interrupted by the door suddenly opening, and two tall male hospitality slaves entering, followed by slave Laura the head of the fuck slaves.

“Is there an issue?” Laura asked, looking at Eva and Marcus in turn, subtly checking for signs of non-contractual violence or accidental property damage.

“I… know her,” Marcus said, and Laura tilted her head. “Just a moment,” she said, quickly produced a phone, and tapped a few times on the screen before putting it back into her pocket. 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, “This should not have happened. How do you know Eva?”

He sighed. “We went to summer camp together one year. It was really convoluted. My best friend was going with his cousin, and I tagged along. And the cousin was her classmate. We never went to the same school, never even lived in the same town. But we spent a whole summer together.”

“He had a huge crush on me,” Eva said, unable to keep her voice from sounding a little bit resigned. 

“You knew?!” Marcus blurted, and Eva couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Everybody  fucking knew.”

“Fuck.”

Laura cleared her throat. “This is very regrettable, Mister Dempsey. It seems like we just witnessed a huge unfortunate coincidence. Our background checks aren’t able to account for chance acquaintances, but our rules are clear. We cannot risk any personal connection between clients and slaves. I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us.”

“Wait, what?” Marcus said, even as the tall male slaves stepped foward.

“The longer your exposure, the more work it will be to remove the memories. Please come along quietly.”

“Excuse me?!?!” Marcus said, taking a step back. “Do you know who the fuck I am? You can’t do this to me! I paid for this!”

The slaves gently but firmly grabbed him by the shoulder –, and he tried to shake them off. “Stop! No!” he screamed, and managed to free his right hand, and started swinging at the guards. And before Eva even realized what was happening, the scene had escalated to a brawl. Eva jumped back onto the bed, out of reach of swinging arms and legs, as Marcus hit one of the slaves in the face – just before the other slave tackled him to the floor. 

“Aaargh!” Marcus screamed as Laura stepped forward and pulled something else from her pockets and brought her hand down on Marcus’s restrained form. Marcus screamed in pain, and Laura pulled back her hand, and Eva could see that she was holding a small syringe.

“Let! Go! You! Fucking! Fascists!” Marcus grunted, trying to break free but completely unable to gain leverage anymore. “Is this how you treat paying clients? Is this… what… whoa… what… did…”

And then he stopped talking.

“Are you okay, Eva?” Laura asked.

Eva looked at the drooling mess that was Marcus, and nodded. “Yeah. I think so. What just happened? What are you going to do to him?”

“We were going to erase his memories,” Laura said. “Small dose, gentle brainwashing. But now that he raised his hands against Mistress Devanshi’s property, we’re going to turn him into a puppet.”

“Puppet?”

“Yeah. It’s something that Misters Dempsey should have known, but it seems he wasn’t one taking our threats as seriously as they should be. One of Mistress Devanshi’s points of pressure against her clients. He’ll be brainwashed to serve just like Devanshi’s other slaves, just less… physically. Step out of line, and we make you our financial bitch. It’s a ruthless tactic, I know, but necessary when dealing in illegal goods such as you and me.”

“Fear tactics,” Eva concluded.

“Exactly,” said another voice, and all slaves straightened as Mistress Devanshi entered the room. Suddenly, one would be able to hear a pin drop. The slave mistress stood regally as she surveyed the fuck chamber and finally looked down at the pathetic form of Marcus Dempsey.

“Are you damaged?” Devanshi asked coldly, and Eva shook her head. “No, Mistress.”

“Good. Why did you not recognize the client’s name?”

“I did. I couldn’t place it. I thought I knew him from somewhere else, like my second client today. I haven’t seen him in over a decade.”

Devanshi turned to Laura, and Laura informed her of the identity of the second man that had used her earlier. Apparently, he was a state-level politician from Louisiana. Devanshi nodded and sighed.

“I guess it is an acceptable mistake to make. You won’t be punished, slave Eva.”

“Thank you, Mistress, I am grateful.”

“Take him away and schedule a slave to condition him.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Laura and the male slaves chorussed, and told Marcus to stand. The dazed man did like he was told, getting to his feet, obviously drugged out of his mind. They guided him out, and suddenly Eva was alone with Devanshi Charan.

“You’re involved in quite a lot of trouble,” the slave mistress said, and Eva lowered her gaze to avoid the unrelenting stare that Devanshi was giving her. “First your sloppy enslavement, and now this. It seems I can’t leave you for two days without incident.” 

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she said, putting as much submissive zeal into her voice as she could. “I will do my best to obey and serve without incident in the future.”

Devanshi tutted, and Eva winced. “It is not your fault, slave. Still, it is unfortunate. At least this disruption won’t mean another loss of revenue. Quite the opposite in fact. I do not take joy in enforcing contractual penalties, but there is no denying that these ‘fear tactics’ as you so aptly called them have the side benefit of being quite profitable. Mister Dempsey will make a respectable contribution to my cause from now on, and be quite happy to be part of my support network.”

Eva looked at the terrible woman across from her, elegant and beautiful and ruthless. She knew that she wasn’t expected to speak, so she simply looked at her, quietly hoping that this moment would soon end.

“A childhood crush, then?” Mistress Devanshi said after a moment with an air of quiet amusement.

“Yes, Mistress, but a one-sided one. I didn’t really like him that much, and the fact that he’s the kind of guy that pays to fuck illegally brainwashed sex slaves kind of confirms what I thought about him back then.”

Devanshi raised her eyebrows, and Eva quickly added: “Not that it matters, of course. I would have gladly let him fuck me. If anything, it would have turned me on to be used by someone that I wouldn’t have touched with a ten-foot-pole before.”

Devanshi smiled, and Eva had to smile as well. Whatever lies she was telling, that wasn’t one of them. She might not serve the woman in front of her, but she was still just as much of a shameless whore as Devanshi thought she was, and happily so. 

Again, some ugly thing reared its head at Eva’s core as she felt Devanshi’s beautiful eyes wander across her body. She was beautiful and elegant and terrifying, and the way she looked at Eva told her that to her, she was nothing but property, nothing but a plaything, nothing but entertainment; an object that existed to be used. Devanshi Charan knew exactly what Eva was, and Eva couldn’t help but be terrifyingly aroused be it. 

She was everything that Emily needed to become.

Devanshi nodded, obviously satisfied by Eva’s answer. “I’d let you worship between my legs, if I wasn’t busy right now. Another time then.”

“I’m yours to use, always,” Eva said, bowing her head, and Devanshi left her with her heart hammering in her chest.

“What a fucking day,” she said quietly, and let herself fall onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. For a moment she simply lay there, in the bed of her whore chamber, lazily staring at the array of whips and toys adorning the wall like a hot, wet promise whispered into her ear. She chuckled, amused by the wonderful absurdity of her new existence, and all the trouble and tribulations she was going through. She considered that by the end of the week everything was going to be much simpler – one way or the other. 

Until then, she had much to do, both in her rightful and expected function as property and in her accidental and tempestuous role as the sole hope of freeing Emily and making her the slave mistress in Devanshi’s place. And what better thing to symbolize the strange duality of her existence than the two slaves she was going to fuck later this evening; one to thank for making her a better slave, and one to gain her trust so that she could brainwash her into an ally.

She didn’t know how many times she had already thought about how much easier it would be to simply be a proper slave, but this was definitely one of those times.

After a while, she sat up, and went to the showers. She was almost the first one, and she spent the time until Patricia arrived french kissing one of the three other slaves that had been there before her.

It was such a wonderful thing that even after all of the fucking she’d done today her enslaved pussy still instantly screamed for the beautiful woman that oversaw her slave training. Patrica walked into the showers, visibly spent and with tousled hair and smeared make-up, and her face lit up with lust as well. 

Licking her cunt was wonderful, and Eva could still taste the man that had cum into her. She lapped it up, and it felt wonderfully perverted and depraved, and she just loved how fucking shameless she was being. Patricia had maneuvred them away from the main throng of rutting slaves, and they were standing alone in a corner of the expansive showers, Eva on her knees and Patricia standing above her, her tongue deep between her folds. Patricia was just as eager to tell her what to do to get her off as she was to tell her how to take Andrews dick – and Eva was just as eager to follow her instructions to make her partner cum. Patricia moans of pleasure mounted quickly, and her instructions turned into dirty talk. She told Eva what a fucking slut she was, and how hot it made her to watch her be used in every hole, and how good it was to make sure that another bright and beautiful woman became nothing but property. Eva moaned into Patricia’s pussy with every time she told her what a hot piece of ass she was, and shivered when she told her that she was a whore, and her fingers had long since started rubbing her own slave cunt even as she pushed her tongue between Patricia’s lower lips. She might not be allowed to pleasure herself during her training, but this wasn’t training anymore. 

Patricia screamed at her, demanding and ravenous, and Eva did exactly what Patricia asked of the slut between her legs, and finally, Patricia came, and Eva came shortly after. She collapsed on her back, skin against the cool tiles beneath her, knees aching and short of breath and sweaty and filthy and spent, but so, so happy.

Patricia turned on the shower above them, and Eva screeched as the cold water hit her straight in the face and chest, and she shot to her feet, giggling and shivering as Patricia beamed at her, obviously still glowing from her orgasm. Eva stepped around the cold cone of running water and kissed her deeply, and together they cleaned off, rubbing soap over each other and rinsing each other’s hair. In that moment, Eva felt utterly at peace, utterly understood, utterly among people she could trust. People she loved. She looked around, and saw the other slaves equally caring for each other, and some part of her thought that even her unenslaved self would have found the sight strangely endearing. 

They picked up their towels and robes from the waiting hospitality slaves, and kissed each other good night.

“This was lovely,” Patricia said. “But don’t expect me to grow soft on you. Tomorrow, I’ll be back to strict again. You’re property, and you need to be prepared for use.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” Eva said. “See you tomorrow.”

And with that, Patricia joined the stream of slaves that were funneling out the showers. Eva took a short moment to catch her breath, then looked around. It didn’t take her long to catch Vicky. She was waiting next to the exit, wearing a white bathrobe. 

Vicky winked at her.

Fuck. This was so weird and terrifying. Only hours earlier, Vicky had felt like a mortal enemy, and now she had to consciously remind herself of the fact that Vicky wanted to enslave her completely and make her betray Emily. Eva didn’t know how to feel about this. Some part of her wanted this more than life, and another part of her wanted nothing more than to run away. She felt like a spy who was about to infiltrate an enemy hideout – except that there had been no briefing, no intel, and there was no helpful voice in her ear to tell her what to do. She was completely on her own. And now she would be sleeping with the enemy.

Except that Vicky wasn’t an enemy – or at least, she wasn’t a monster. The interaction with her earlier that day had made that abundantly clear. Sure, she might be an irascible bitch with a power complex – but try as she might, Eva couldn’t deny that part of her understood being turned on by breaking the will of seomeone that didn’t want to fuck you. She was too much of a happily brainwashed slave not to understand. Under different circumstances, Eva might actually be telling the truth when she said that she wanted to be Vicky’s submissive bitch.

Things being as they were, it was a necessary lie to get Vicky to open up. She needed her.

Fuck. She needed her so bad.

Eva stepped forward and let herself be dragged to Vicky’s slave quarters. And as she felt her hand around hers and looked at the beautiful and dangerous woman that planned to take her will, she lost herself, and gave in to the wonderful desire of being used by an enslaver, of serving between the legs of a stunning woman that had the power to alter her every thought, of being willing, eager property. She was a shameless obedient slut, and it felt so fucking good.

They arrived at Vicky’s quarters, and Vicky revealed her magnificent body – and just for a short while, everything became perfectly simple. Eva forgot what waited for her at the end of the week. She forgot about Emily. She forgot about her plans. 

She forgot it all.

She simply gave in and played with the fire.