When Eva arrived at work the next morning, things weren’t as easy-going as she’d hoped. She had gotten up early to be there first thing and avoid as many encounters with her old co-workers as possible, but she didn’t have much luck. Benny from HR insisted on a full exit interview and no matter how hard she tried, he wasn’t satisfied with monosyllabic answers. With that bump in the road and all the paperwork she had to sign and get countersigned, it took almost two hours to be back on the office floor to pick up her stuff. By that time, everyone had come in.

Fuck.

“Eva, what’s going on? It’s true then, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Eileen, it’s true. Sorry. I know that you’ll have to pick up my work. I’m an asshole.”

Eileen shook her head. Next to her, Marv had his hands crossed, and Lisa looked concerned and disappointed.

“You know it’s not about that, even though, yes, fuck you for that.”

Eva had to chuckle. Obviously she would never have quit if it hadn’t been for her new life, and her colleagues were part of that. She liked these guys. She still liked them. Even if they were nothing but obstacles now. Becoming nothing but a slave was so much more important than they could ever be. But they didn’t know that of course. They couldn’t know.

“I know it’s out of the blue, but there’s been some shit going on in my life that I haven’t been talking to you about. I’m fine, and I’ll be fine, I promise, but… I’ll need some time.“

It took the three of them a moment to let that sink in, and there was an awkward pause.

“You know that you can talk to us,” Marv said finally, raising his eyebrows. “But… you know… if not to us, at least make sure that you’re talking to someone.”

Damn, they were so God-damn accepting. Some small part of her would really miss them. 

“I know,” she said. “I’ve got… you know Emily, right?”

“Yeah.”

“She knows what I’m going through, and so does my family. It’s nothing that time won’t fix. Promise.”

Another thoughtful pause, and then her friends nodded with tight lips. “Okay,” they said in a soft chorus, too polite to dig deeper. And then Lisa spoke up. “Okay, but I need to say this: I get that you gotta do what you gotta do, but HR can go fuck themselves for just letting you go like you’re easily replaceable.” Lisa said. “You’re not. We like working with you. We like you. You know that, right. You’re cool.”

Eva smiled mildly. “I know, I know. I get what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make sure. I get it. But I’m fine, and it’s got nothing to do with you, okay?” 

Lisa nodded, and Eva smiled before adding: “And honestly… finding good-looking extroverts with a nice phone voice in L.A. isn’t that hard. Also, I’d rather some new hire needs to deal with my messy-ass notes than any one of you.”

Marv gave the other two a sidelong glance. “You know, she’s not wrong. I’ve seen her notes. They’re indecipherable. Honestly, good riddance.”

“Shut up, Marv,” Lisa said.

“Yeah, Marv, shut up,” Eva said with a wry smile. “Never like you guys anyway. Bunch of woke-ass liberal big-city snowflakes.”

“Says the homeschooled hillbilly.”

“Says the guy that says The Last Jedi is underrated.”

“Says the gal that probably didn’t see a movie until she drunkenly wandered into civilized society five years ago.”

“Says the guy that failed to graduate at fucking Improv Olympics.”

“Says the–” Marc started, but Eileen cut him off. “Stop it, dude. She won.”

A chuckle went around and quickly faded. They all looked at each other wistfully.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much,” Eva said and went in for a hug, and they all embraced for a long moment. And in that moment, Eva meant all of it. But as their embrace drew out, she remembered the wonderful life that was waiting for her, and newfound excitement washed through her. This was all part of giving up herself. 

She broke away from the huddle and managed a convincingly sad smile. “I’ve got to go. This sucks, but it’s happening. Rip the band-aid off.”

Another pause.

Marv simply nodded. “Take care,” Eileen said, and Lisa added: “Come back soon.” 

Eva wasn’t really listening anymore however. She was suddenly caught up in the wonderful thought she’d just had: She was giving herself up. Ending her old life. This moment had made that reality so much more tangible and real than the text messages had been. This was it. She was never going to see them again. Their friendship meant nothing compared to her need to become nothing but a piece of property. Nothing but a slave. No friends, no family, no life but the one that her owners chose for her. Fuck yes!

“I will,” she lied. “As soon as I’m ready. Take care.”

And with that, she picked up the cardboard box with her stuff and walked out of the office. She gave her friends a last look back because that’s what they expected her to do, got in the elevator, handed over her badge at the security desk, and tossed her stuff in the nearest dumpster as soon as she was out of the building.

She was so fucking glad that that was finally over with.

Eva was almost late for her training. That stupid delay had cost her so much more time than she had anticipated. She knew all about the human planning fallacy, but it was crazy how every single time things took longer than anticipated – which wasn’t the greatest omen for her other and much more important plans. 

She arrived just in time to walk in on Patricia and a new male slave getting ready for her. The new slave introduced himself as Damian, and it wasn’t long before he was deep inside her under Patricia’s careful tutelage. By now, there weren’t any big surprises left for Eva. Patricia’s coaching was as demanding and in-depth as ever, but it seemed very much as if they had transitioned into the phase of Eva’s training that was all about repetition and refinement. Patricia was more than once referring to past sessions and exercises, fully expecting Eva to remember how she had been pleasuring the man who had been using her that other time, and faithfully repeating those performances.

“It’s all about building a repertoire. You need to think in categories,” Patricia said as Eva was on her knees with Damian fucking her pussy from behind. “Of course, no two clients are the same, but there are types, and types of demands that go hand in hand. If you have words for the different ways in which you can be used, you can choose to be used in those ways more readily. There can be no fluency without vocabulary. But this is something I can not teach you directly. I can only—stop. Arch your back. Yes. Good... Again, this isn’t something I can teach you directly. I can only guide you. My cunt and your cunt aren’t the same. My body feels different to use than yours. My tits, my mouth, my ass. I can show you all the ways we can be used, but only you can experience what it means for you to be used in those ways. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Eva moaned.

“Good. Now, take him like you did Giorgio the first time yesterday. Do you remember what I told you about the rhythm? Yes. Exactly. Good. Find a word for that rhythm, or a place where you go in your mind, or a color. Anything to quickly retrieve it. Damian is already fucking you like someone who needs what you are doing right now. Find a mental shorthand for what he is doing to you, and know that this rhythm is good for those who use you like that. Learn to read the music, and you can play the instrument by sight.”

“More like by touch,” Eva said through a shivering gasp. She loved this so much. For a moment she thought that this should feel like overkill – like work – but she immediately realized that she truly wanted nothing more than to put in all the work that she could in order to become just as Patricia wanted her to be. She wanted to be a savant. She wanted to be a virtuoso. She wanted to spend the rest of her life learning to become the perfect fuck. 

“Less jokes, more steadiness in your rhythm. This one needs you to be a fuck machine. Clockwork. In. Out. Deep and steady. Yes. Good. You can–”

There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

Someone entered. Eva kept diligently pushing herself rhythmically into Damian, but she managed a glance to her side to see that it was slave Laura, the head of the fuckslaves.

“Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt, but there’s been a change of plans.”

For a brief moment, Eva’s pulse spiked, and paranoia drove a deluge of intrusive thoughts into her brain. Oh God, they’re going to brainwash me early, she thought and for a moment she lost the rhythm until Damian gently placed his hand on her ass and brought her back into line. 

Laura meanwhile continued: “Mister Finley has booked you for five until closing, Patricia. Triple rate for short order and rescheduling fees. Mistress okayed it personally.”

“Of course,” Patricia said, and Eva thought that she heard pride in her voice to command such a high price. Eva would certainly be proud to be that desirable of a whore. “And what about slave Eva’s training? Is Mila going to sub for me?”

“No, everyone else is booked too,” Laura said with a shrug. “Mistress put out a newsletter saying that we got a lightly used and freshly trained slave on discount. Maybe someone’ll bite on short notice. Doesn’t matter. Triple rate for a whole evening is more than enough to compensate for a delay of training. That’s why we’re doing it.”

“Okay. Perfect,” Patricia said. “I’ll be up with the rest of the fuckslaves then.”

“Awesome, see you later then.”

“See you.”

Patricia turned around, smiling. 

“We’re not done yet, Eva, and I can’t remember telling you to slow down, can you? Yes, there you go. Good girl.”

They had another hour or so, and Patricia made sure that Eva got the most out of it, giving her some pointers to the kind of clients she was more likely to be used by as a discounted fuck: Some ways to gauge whether a quick pace meant that she was expected to quickly finish off or to keep them going as long as possible, some poses for those that made her look cheap and worthless and deserving of a quick careless fuck, but also some subtle techniques to reassure that this discounted ware was still premium quality without giving the impression of covering something up.

“Thank you,” Eva said when it was time for them to get ready. “I learned so much. Like always. I’ll be such a good fuckslave because of you. Thank you for turning me into better property.” She knew that it was gratuitous but Patricia would love to hear it nevertheless. She was just as brainwashed as Eva, and Eva knew that she loved saying it.

Patricia smiled, and Eva could almost swear that she’d seen her shiver. 

“You’re very much welcome… slave.” 

Eva’s pussy tingled and a warm feeling washed over her, and Eva knew that Patricia had very intentionally returned the favor by calling her that.

“Come on, let’s go,” Patricia said, and they began walking towards the fuckslave green room. They were both going to have to take a shower. Sadly, there wasn’t time to fuck. Maybe after the day was over. Or maybe Eva would fuck someone else. She’d met a couple fuckslaves the other day that were fucking hot and that she hadn’t had yet. Maybe that one blonde.

“So… triple rate?” Eva said with a smirk. “Do you get that often?”

Patricia smiled to herself. “Not really. It takes clients that are very wealthy, very particular in their preferences, and too busy to make long-term appointments. It also helps if they’re long-time recurring clients. They don’t want to fuck. They want to fuck me.”

“And Mr. Finley?”

“All of the above. Says he can’t get off with any other domme. Says I have the perfect way to make him feel dominated but appreciated. I told him to shut the fuck up and gave him a good whipping. I’d like to think that I’ve got perfect judgment, but I probably just look like his mom except hotter.”

Eva chuckled. “Well, if anyone’s got that judgment then it’s gotta be you. I wish I could watch you being used.”

“Tell that to slave Laura, she’s the one scheduling poly-fucks. Most slaves have a permanent dance partner, but there’s plenty of clients that pick by type. If someone wants latina and big-titted blonde, Laura can slot us in together I’m sure.” 

“Lots of logistics involved, it seems.”

“In more ways than one. Things can indeed get very tricky if you want to keep things going without any awkward long pauses to switch partners. Lots of limbs and holes to sort out in very little space and time. I didn’t call them ‘dance partners’ for nothing.”

“Lots of music metaphors going on today,” Eva said.

“And what sweet sweet music we make,” Patricia said, beaming with pride. There were soft moans in the air. They had arrived in the green room, and fuckslaves were already lounging, chatting, or making out. A dark-skinned slave that Eva recognized as slave Jenna was quietly masturbating on a chaise-longue in the corner. Eva smiled and watched Jenna fondle her tits for a moment. She would never get enough of this. They were all so shameless and brainwashed. It was so fucking hot.

“I’ll get ready for Mr, Finley,” Patricia said. “I haven’t had him in a while and I need some refreshers on his specific kinks and phrases that he likes. Plus, I got to lay out all the whips.”

“Have fun,” Eva said, and Patricia left – but not before giving out kisses and intimate hugs to other slaves. It took almost five minutes. She was obviously adored by everyone, and for good reason. So many of these fuckable sluts had no doubt been bent into shape by Patricia. 

Eva looked around the room. She wasn’t supposed to be here today, but she was so glad that she got to be. She loved being trained of course, but the prospect of being picked as a last-minute discount deal was so wonderfully degrading and messed up. The idea of it bored straight into the brainwashed core of her new identity as something that existed to be used. It was perfect. Oh God, she’d only been away from this for one day, and she already missed it so much to be used by actual clients. She hadn’t really noticed until now, but now that she was here, next to the fuck chambers, she felt it between her legs like the day she had first been enslaved. It felt like ages ago, but it had only been five days. Five days ago, she hadn’t been a slave. Five days ago, she hadn’t been property. Five days ago, she’s only ever slept with three dudes and one girl.

She reached up and touched the slave collar around her neck. She had already gotten so used to it that she hardly ever thought about it anymore. But now she was back here with her fellow fuckslaves, and the collars around all of their necks reminded her hotly of what they all were there for. Her pussy throbbed with lust. She needed to be used. She needed it so bad.

She spotted slave Laura at the other end of the room, and approached her.

“Hey,” she said Laura was holding a tablet and obviously busy with it, but Eva had the suspicion that there wouldn’t come an opportune moment to interrupt her soon, so she might as well interrupt her now.

“Hey,” Laura said. “I was just about to tell you. Good news: You got booked. You’re up at six, and at seven.”

“Yes!” Eva said. “Thank you!” She felt giddy, and impossibly relieved. Her brainwashed mind knew that she was only good for being used, and today she was not going to be useless.

She sat down across from slave Jenna and started masturbating, too. She could have gone to her own chamber, but she wanted others to see. She was better at it now, too. Patricia had shown her ways to spread her legs and arch her body to look perfect while she stroked her clit and pushed down between her wet pussy lips. She didn’t care if anyone watched. She only cared that if someone watched, she wouldn’t care that they watched. She was shameless. She was brainwashed. She was a slut. She was property. She was a slave. She was–

“Eva!” 

Eva’s heart skipped a beat in excitement as she recognized Emily’s voice. Emily! Emily was–

And then she turned to look and saw Emily, in a wheelchair, yellowed bruises still adorning her skin. A cold shiver went down her spine, almost enough to make her lose her smile. 

“Emily,” she said, and leapt from her chair to meet her in a careful embrace. As she hurried over to meet her friend and enslaver, she noticed slave Mary, back in her hospitality uniform, pushing the wheelchair, wearing a mild but utterly sincere smile.

“Hey Emily,” Eva said as she gently wrapped her arms around her friend and felt Emily’s arms wrap around hers in turn even as she groaned with exertion. She immediately bent forward to allow Emily to sink back into the chair and take the strain off her arms, and Emily soon let the embrace end.

“Ouch,” she said with a pained grin. “They gave me painkillers, but it still hurts.”

Eva tried to keep her smile, but it was hard. For a moment she looked up and met Mary’s eyes, and saw a familiar pang of discomfort behind that friendly expression. She remembered the conversation the two of them had had just yesterday. Mary had told her that she wasn’t conditioned like they were – that she was ‘less zealous’, and that she felt some regret seeing Emily be hurt like that.

Eva didn’t know how much of her own lack of zealotry she could show. She was supposed to be turned on by how thoroughly Emily had been abused. Emily certainly was. She looked so proud. It was sickening. Eva looked back at her.

“That only means that you let all of yourself be used,” she forced herself to say, and Emily seemed to positively glow with appreciation. When she replied, her voice was a soft murmur. “God it’s so fucking hot to see you enslaved like this,” she said. “Part of me just wanted to watch you masturbate in front of everyone like the dirty little slut that we turned you into.”

Eva moaned. Hearing that from her enslaver was like getting her cunt massaged.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’m her property. I’m her slave.” Emily’s property – Emily’s slave – was what she meant.

Eva was aware that most of the slaves were watching them with varying degrees of interest ranging from sidelong glances by kissing couples to others full-on standing up and walking over them to see what was going on. 

“Emily, you’re back,” said a brunette slave that was confidently approaching, and Eva took an automatic step to the side as the other slave leaned in to give Emily a soft kiss on the lips.

Eva felt a very sudden and very strange mix of emotions. First and most obvious was a burst of jealousy as she watched Emily kiss another woman. Then, the feeling in her belly swung in the hard opposite direction, and wandered down between her legs, as fantasies of hundreds of loyal slaves worshiping Emily as their mistress filled her with sizzling warmth. And then, less instinctively and more intellectually, questions about what she and Mary had talked about. Were they a couple? Was she in love? And what if her plan worked and Emily became the owner of all of them? And what if it didn’t and they all ended up as slaves of Devanshi?

As Eva tried to sort her thoughts, other slaves came forward and expressed their kinship and appreciation. Kisses. Soft hugs. Gentle touches of Emily’s cheek. It wasn’t everyone, not by a long shot. Emily was still new, unlike Patricia, who had to spend effort to extract herself from the room. But it felt strangely wholesome to see all these beautiful brainwashed slaves welcome back one of their own.

Eva, meanwhile, was wrangling with all the emotions she was feeling to actually see Emily back. There was way too little time. There was always way too little time. On their first day, it had all been such a flurry of new impressions and experiences, and then Emily had been taken away from her by some inhuman violent rapist. But now she was here, bruised but obviously happy to be back among Devanshi’s slaves. It made all of it so much more real. This needed to end. Emily had to be free. She had to be the one in control, so that she could never be hurt again, so that the only reason for anyone to touch her with such care and trepidation could be awe and worship.

“I need to get Emily ready,” Mary said in the perfectly firm yet cheerful tone of an utterly professional hospitality worker. “Sorry.”

“Can Eva come with us?” Emily asked, and something in Eva seemed to untwist itself. In that moment, she felt utterly special and loved.

Mary hesitated for a moment, and Eva caught her looking her way for a split-second. She didn’t know how much of a ‘please-say-yes’ she could put into a single look, but she gave it her all.

Mary nodded. “She’s scheduled for six o’clock, right? I don’t see why not.”

And so they went. 

Emily’s fuck chamber looked almost exactly like Eva’s. The only difference was that the sliding door that led to the bathroom was on the opposite side of the bed.

“Oh God, I missed this room so fucking much,” Emily said as Mary rolled her in. “Last time I was here, I got used so fucking hard.” 

Eva immediately regretted coming along. Fuck. She didn’t know what she’d expected. Of course she was going to be confronted with the horrible reality of Emily’s enslavement! But she also wanted to be with her, be close to her, serve her, help her. Still, it was so incredibly hard to see her like this. The only help that Emily would ask of her right now was to help her with being the thing that Emily shouldn’t be: Enslaved. Brainwashed. Ready to be used. Those were the things that Eva should be, not Emily. Eva wanted to run away screaming. But she couldn’t bail, now. It would be too suspicious. She looked at Emily and gave her the best smile she could manage and stepped further into the room. Then she just stood there, feeling awkward. 

“It’s good to have someone to help,” Mary said cheerfully. “We’ll have to get her dressed and lie her down on the bed for her client.”

“I could totally do it on my own,” Emily insisted, “But yeah… it’d a lot easier if I got some help.” She lifted her arms with a playful, pouty smile and looked at Eva. “Oh no. So weak,” she said in a dramatic and childlike voice. “Someone got to help take off my clothes.”

A pang of melancholy went through Eva. Even now, Emily was joking with her, and it reminded Eva of a hundred tipsy movie nights and bar outings and shopping trips and car rides – their old lives, and the reason they had become friends. It was absurd to see it like this, in this context – Emily, joking about baring herself so that she could offer herself to be whored.

Eva still had to chuckle. It was funny, in a fatalistic kind of way, and there was really nothing else to do but go along with it. She stepped forward, pulled the hospital gown over Emily’s head and revealed the body of the woman she worshiped – and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. It was much less bad than she’d feared. Whatever monster had had their with Emily, at least he hadn’t punched her in the gut or broken her ribs or anything – at least from what Eva could tell. There were some bruises, but it was really mostly her arms and face. It was a small consolation. 

Some part of her felt bad for being glad to see that beautiful body unspoiled and so very very fuckable. She said it. She couldn’t help but say it. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“I know,” Emily said. “Up!”

She raised her arms again, and Mary stepped forward, and together, they lifted her and helped her slowly walk herself to the bed. There were clothes already laid out, bra and panties and a skirt and a blouse and a baby-blue jean jacket, and flower sneakers and socks to match. Mary and Eva put them on Emily, and Eva noticed that they came pre-stained with dirt and blood. The implication was clear, and it stung to know what kind of messed-up fantasy was about to be gratified once they left.

But something heavy in Eva had fallen into place – something grim and jaded and deeply pragmatic. She put the clothes on her best friend and loved enslaver, knowing full well that they were meant only to be pulled down to give access to her holes and pushed up her chest to reveal her tits. She did as best as she could. It was part of the role. It was part of what she needed to do to survive. And part of her simply wanted to help Emily with what she so obviously wanted, even if it was all wrong. This horrible thing was going to happen. She couldn’t change it. Not yet.

But she was going to. She was going to make this right, and Devanshi Charan was going to pay.

They closed the door as they left, and left Emily to be abused again. 

“She’s going to be safe,” Mary said, entirely unprompted. Eva felt taken aback. She wasn’t supposed to be concerned about this. 

“She’ll serve in whatever way Mistress needs her,” she said. “And I wouldn’t think that Mistress wants her property to be damaged permanently.”

Mary smiled. It was as disarming as always. But the moment dragged, and her expression became not exactly sad but thoughtful.

“Listen. I wanted to apologize.”

“What for?”

“For yesterday. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like this. I was trying to be subtle, but in retrospect I was about as subtle as a fireworks display with an accompanying orchestra. You called it immediately.”

“It’s alright, I didn’t mind.”

Mary’s eyes were bright as she smiled. Her voice was full of understanding and cheer and at the same time thoughtful and serious. “Of course you didn’t. You’re too good of a slave for that. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? I thought about what you said… that you would love to spend time with me and fuck me. I think…. I think that’s something you would tell all the girls.”

“No, that’s not–” Eva tried to interject, but Mary was too fast.

“–I know that I’m just a piece of property. But I do want to feel special, at least a little bit, at least more than being totally interchangeable. I love how enslaved you are. I love that you have no shame about fucking literally anyone. But I want to be more than… anyone. And it was stupid and unfair of me to expect that of you. It’s not who you are. You’re just a slave. We both are. This was never going to work, and I was stupid to bring it up.”

Eva looked around. They were in the middle of the hallway between the fuck chambers and the green room. There were footsteps approaching, and Eva instinctively hesitated. She looked at Mary.

“I–”

Mary had heard the footsteps too, and her voice was more hushed now. “–it’s just a stupid crush. It’s better this way. I will serve better if I have no one. We both will. We will serve Mistress. That’s all that matters!”

“Of course we’ll serve, but… listen… I…” Eva tried again, but she had no follow-up. Her thoughts were jumbled, and she had no idea what she was thinking. She wanted to tell Mary she was wrong, but it wasn’t that easy. She’d been having her own doubts. Fuck! This was so fucking awkward and she honestly just wanted to be somewhere else. Why did all of this have to happen on top of everything else? Goddamnit! This shouldn’t be a conversation they were having in a goddamn hallway! 

The moment dragged as Eva failed to find any words, and Mary looked away, past Eva. There were even more footsteps now and it was clear that most slaves had begun going to their rooms. Then a fuckslave came around the corner, and then another, and suddenly the hallway was quietly buzzing with slaves on their way to their chambers, talking, holding hands, kissing each other good luck. 

“I should go,” Mary said. “Our clients will arrive soon, and we need to serve. Take care, slave.” 

And with that, Mary walked away.

Eva sighed. 

That had been the first time that being simply called ‘slave’ hadn’t felt good at all.

At least she was getting to be used. Despite everything else that had happened today, being a discount fuckslave was everything she’d hoped for. Patricia’s tips had been worth their weight in gold, and she reveled in offering herself just like they wanted. 

Her first time slot was actually two young men taking turns with her pussy while bickering about who had already used her more and arguing whether or not they should have paid extra for not having to use condoms. She made sure to fight for their attention and enjoyed their mockery about how brainwashed she was and how fucking desperate she was for their cocks. They told her to beg to be fucked, and she did. They told her to talk dirty in Spanish, and she did her best even though her Spanish sucked. They couldn’t tell. It made her feel even more debased. It was amazing. She came for them. Her brainwashed mind made it easy. They expected her to climax, so she did. They even thought it was because of them.

The second slot was even better. She got to be used by a forty-something man who was obviously coked out of his mind. He took her hard, without pause, without care, without any tenderness. He mumbled and growled and cursed and called her cunt and bitch and whore and slut and a dirty piece of shit that deserved to be fucked and discarded, and he screamed at her to stop whimpering, but she only whimpered louder. She became a helpless whore for him. She became the woman that had long since stopped trying to resist and let herself be fucked by the man who had absolute power over her. He didn’t hurt her. He knew what he had paid for – and what he hadn’t. But he did rape her, and she let herself be raped, because she knew that that was what he'd paid for: Something to fuck that couldn’t say no.

And so that’s what she became for him.

When he left, she smiled, full of joy and full of pride, because she had spent the last forty minutes doing exactly what she wanted most. She took a deep sigh, spread her legs, and gave herself the orgasm that she had denied herself until now. She was so fucking hot and wet. It took almost nothing to make herself cum. 

She got up and took a quick shower. It wasn’t an hour until the other slaves were due to be done. She had something she wanted to check out, and now she finally had some time and an excuse to wander the building. She needed to find out if there was a camera in the enslavement chamber. 

It took her almost twenty minutes to find the security office. The frosted glass door was locked, but a security officer answered when she knocked. He was a fit dude, late twenties. Very handsome. Bright eyes. The perks of being able to recruit absolutely loyal employees from any background, Eva guessed.

“How can I help you?”

“Oh, I was just killing time. I’m a fuckslave. I’ve got no clients right now and everyone else is still busy. And I haven’t seen the whole campus yet. I’ve been wondering what’s up here.”

The man smirked. “Security – just like it says on the door. ”

“So you’re the man behind the camera.”

“I’m one of the guys ensuring we have emergency blackmail material, yes,” he said, nodding toward the wall of monitors behind him showing live feeds from the fuck chambers. 

“Can I watch?”

“Sorry, can’t let anyone in. Security protocol.”

Eva looked down at herself. The sheer robe she was wearing did basically nothing to hide her body.

“I’m unarmed,” she said, deadpan. “And you’re more than welcome to check for surveillance devices.”

That got a smirk out of him. “Tempting,” he said, “But no.”

A voice called from inside the office. “Who is it, Liam?”

“Fuckslave that wants to watch her friends doing the deed.”

“Tell her she can’t.”

“That’s what I’m doing.”

“Good.”

He looked at Eva. “Why do you want to watch anyway? You’ll get to fuck them in the shower in like, half an hour anyway, right?”

She shrugged innocently. “Seeing a formerly free-willed woman willingly give away her body because she’s been brainwashed and mind-raped is so much better than just to get my cunt licked be them.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Jesus. You girls downstairs are so fucked up.”

“Proudly so.”

He smiled. “And I’m proud to enable it by serving Mistress. That’s why won’t let you in no matter how nicely you ask. It’s been nice chatting, but you need to leave. My advice: Get one of your fellow girls to tell you in detail what she did today. I’m sure it’ll be enough to get you off.”

Eva rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, you know that I’d never do anything to compromise Mistress Devanshi. I’d literally rather die than displease her.”

He sighed with exasperation and annoyance, and Eva immediately could tell that she’d pushed it too far. “Oh my God, are you even listening? Breaking security protocol will definitely displease Her! How fucking horny are you sluts?! Jesus. Just… get your hot little ass back downstairs, slave. I’m neglecting my duty, and my programming is starting to drive me insane.”

Eva hung her head. Fuck. Time to save face. “Sorry. Of course. Get back and serve.”

“Yeah. You too. Have fun.”

So much for that, Eva thought. Better to have tried and failed than not to have tried, but it still sucked. It didn’t change much anyway. The risk of being seen on camera was probably still more acceptable than trying to abduct Vicky and drive her unconscious body across town to brainwash her in the basement.

She went back to her chamber and spent the rest of her time idly fingering herself as she contemplated her plan as it stood, in all its high-risk, high-reward glory: She was on Vicky’s good side, as much as anyone could get onto that bitch’s good side. There was more than enough neurezepam in the enslavement chamber, and Eva had to hope that there would come an opportunity to ambush Vicky with it.

The thought of Vicky’s eyes going blank as the drugs shut off her mind sent shivers up Eva’s spine. She moaned, and pushed hard between her folds. She dimly remembered the brief moment of shock and surprise when Emily had injected her. Oh God, yes! She didn’t even have time to really react to what had happened. It had taken effect immediately. That was the entire point: Something to instantly turn someone into something pliable and docile so that they could be processed into full slaves. It was so fucking hot how helpless they were against it. One moment they were free, the next moment it was already over and there was nothing they could do to stop themselves from becoming brainwashed property.

Oh God yes, Vicky was going to serve so well!

Either that, or it would all end very quickly. If there was a camera in the room they would get found out and Eva would be mind-raped into absolute obedience to the monster that had taken Emily’s will – and she would love it more than anything.

She shuddered. Was there anything else she could do to stop that from happening? Of course. But were they worth the risk of being discovered? She had already acted pretty suspicious today. What about the clinic? What about the other slave that handled brainwashings? Kelly? Kyla? Carol? What about the basement? Was there really no way to use it? It was much further away from Mistress Devanshi’s control.

She thought and thought, with no real progress being made, until it was time for all the slaves to hit the showers. She joined them out of a sense of obligation and to keep up appearances. Vicky was there, blowing her a kiss with a dirty smile, as was Patricia, who was busy with one of the few male slaves. She spotted the bimbo slaves she had met in the garden the other day, puffed-up lips pressed against another slave’s cunt. Emily wasn’t here, and Eva hadn’t expected her to be. She was glad. Emily shouldn’t be part of this. She should stay away from it all until Eva could set it all right.

She soon found herself with a blonde slave named Lilly, and she recognized the way Lilly used her tongue as something that Patricia had taught Eva yesterday. And despite everything, just like when it had been her turn to be used, Eva’s once again began circing around the eternally aroused and grateful core of her new existence, always returning the wonderful new truth that had been raped into her mind: Thoughts of vacant eyes being filled with new truths, helpless and soft and beautiful as the soul behind them became bent and broken. It was the thing that made all of them so fucking hot. Eva had no idea who Lilly had been before – but she knew that she had once been free. She hadn’t wanted this. But now she was just as brainwashed as Eva. She was property. It didn’t matter who she had been as long as what was left of her served the one that owned her. Fuck yes! She was wet and eager to serve, and fucking her eager cunt was a celebration of her enslavement. Of both of their enslavements! 

God, it was so fucking good to be like this. And she got this every day! It already felt so much like a comfortable routine in her life, but one she was sure to never get tired of. This was the very foundation of her being now. No matter what else was happening, she would never get rid of that hot, throbbing thought at the center of her universe: I am a slave. I am property. I exist to be used.

Eva fingerfucked her hard, and when Lilly had climaxed she eagerly returned the favor. Eva went to her knees, and let herself be penetrated from behind, water running up her back and across her neck, and it didn’t take long for her to come, too. They kissed deeply, as if they’d been lovers for years, without any pretense at shame or hesitation. They both knew what they were, and they both loved each other for it. And when the kiss ended, they both knew that it had meant nothing. Lilly was a stranger, and Eva was a stranger to her. They hadn’t fucked each other. They had used each other. Just like they were supposed to. It was their purpose to be used.

When they had fulfilled their purposes, they washed off and accepted a fresh towel from the attending hospitality slaves, and returned to their quarters or homes. Slave Eva put on her Eva-costume and drove back into town, thoughts still mellow. But the longer the drive took, the more she returned to the same questions and doubts she felt every single evening. There was so much happening. So many complications. But she’d been thinking about it and it almost seemed, however unlikely, that she had done everything she could do. She had a plan. She had checked everything she could reasonably check without arousing suspicion. And she was ahead of schedule. All she could do was wait. The rest was calculated risk. 

She had beat the planning fallacy. That never happened. There was always something that went wrong.

The terrible thing about fallacies was that they still happen to you even if you know about them.

She woke up the next day five minutes ahead of her alarm, had some nice and tasty breakfast to go, and was on time for her training, freshly caffeinated and ready to go. Patricia was back, with slave Andrew and his huge cock back to use her holes and test how well she had progressed. It was as exhausting and rewarding as ever. They took a break at noon and Eva ate her lunch on the move, and made a quick visit to Emily. She was doing better, and was scheduled to be back in circulation early next week – discounted at first. The thought was sickening, but there was nothing to be done. She tried the enslavement chamber on her way back from her break, but it wasn’t in use and locked tight. It seemed that Eva had been quite lucky to find Vicky there the other day.

She rejoined Patricia, and found that slave Damian had joined them as well. Patricia had a tablet in hand, and there was footage of Eva in her fuck chambers serving the two men the day before. Eva gently stroked herself as they analyzed her performance, and she was eager to immediately put the other slaves’ feedback into action. It was just scratching the surface as far as polyfucks went, Patricia told her. There was going to be lots of training still coming up over the next weeks and months as Eva became a full slave and picked a preferred partner for threesomes or foursomes. Patricia of course suggested Emily, which was entirely reasonable for her to do. It still stung. It always stung to be reminded. Still, Eva didn’t have to work hard to feign enthusiasm for sex with the woman she belonged to. All it took was some weasel words.

And so it went on for the rest of the day, and it was wonderful. She wasn’t getting tired of it. She couldn’t imagine getting tired of it. She was so lucky. She was always ready. Always horny. Always just a thought away from being wet and eager. She was so brainwashed. It was amazing.

The day ended late, when all of them were spent and Patricia decided that they should continue the day after. They had taken liberal breaks, but enough was enough, no matter how hard Eva wanted to let herself be used and trained and improved. She was property, but that also meant that she had to be handled in a way that ensured continued usability. 

They weren’t in sync with the fuckslave timetable which meant that the showers were empty when Patricia and Eva cleaned themselves up. It wasn’t like Eva was getting tired of fucking her anytime soon. Nor was she getting tired of the way they liked to tell each other how brainwashed and enslaved they were. They both came hard. It was lovely as always.

There was nothing else for Eva to do. She had no excuse to wander the campus, so she went home. It was Thursday evening, and she started to feel the immediacy of what was waiting for her begin to prickle at the back of her neck, like stagefright or exam nerves. Only one more day of training, and that was going to be it. The day after tomorrow was going to be the day that decided what the rest of her life was going to look like.

Well, not as much as last Saturday, when she’d been turned into a brainwashed slave. That was something she was going to be no matter what. Thank God. But yeah…

She was deeply wrapped up in those thoughts as she walked up the stairs to her apartment and opened the door. It took her a moment to notice that it was locked only once instead of twice – and before she could even start to panic, she already heard a voice call out from the kitchen.

“Oh thank God, there you are! I was so worried!”

Oh God. Oh No. Oh Fuck. No! Nononononono!

“...Mom?!”