4: Bespoke Service

The unconscious form of David still lay on the other half of the bed, sedated and drugged by airborn agents as had been planned from the very beginning. White-clad servants stood next to either side of the bed, keeping careful watch. They would be ready to restrain him in the unlikely case the drugs wore off prematurely. 

Fabian looked down at his beloved brother, a grim smile hidden beneath the breathing mask a servant had given him.

“Sorry it had to happen this way, I guess,” he said with a sigh. “Not that I really expected it to go any differently. With you, maybe – but definitely not with her.”

He looked at the empty spot next to David, where Robin had been lying a moment ago.

“Nope. This was always going to happen. I wanted to have that bitch for so fucking long, David, you can’t even imagine. But don’t worry. She’ll still be yours. You deserve her. I meant that. But…” He chuckled to himself. “But I did pay for all of this – and I think I deserve at least one taste of my own. We’ll negotiate the rest.”

He sighed, nodded, and went to leave. “Soon, you’ll understand it, too. One way or the other. See you in a bit.”

Robin’s unconscious body didn’t move as the servants used the key in the elevator and accessed the secret sub-basement. Her head lay tilted back over the backrest, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging slightly open, unresponsive and completely sedated. Someone had crossed her arms across her lap to keep them from dangling as they pushed her. She hadn’t woken, and wasn’t going to wake until she was made to.

More servants were waiting when the door opened, and helped transport her to the chamber where she would be processed further. They picked her up and placed her on the cushioned procedure table, but didn’t proceed any further with restraining or undressing her. Their orders were clear, and they eagerly obeyed. They had been commanded to wait. Master Fabian wanted to be there personally for every step.

And so they waited as the unconscious form of Robin rested on the leather, arms and legs already laid out onto the corresponding spokes of the roughly human-shaped table. A harsh light bore down on her from above, scattering into the shadows at the edges of the room and reflecting in metallic glints across the dormant machinery that would soon come to use.

It didn’t take long until the wait was over.

“There you are,” said Fabian as he entered the room and saw Robin, lying with spread-out limbs in her underwear. He stepped up to the table and looked down at her beautiful face, and reached out to gently caress her thighs with the back of his fingers. He licked his lips, and grinned – and reached between her legs and took off her panties with both hands. Servants stepped in to keep her legs from falling off the table as he pulled down and forced them together with her panties before finally slipping them off her feet and tossing them into her unconscious face.

The servants put her legs back into position, spread apart and open, and Fabian took heavy breaths as he looked at her now exposed pussy. “Nice little bush, Robin,” he said. “Does David like it that way? Maybe I can convince him to shave you properly.”

He chuckled. “Kidding! He can do whatever he wants with you. Holy fuck… look at you now. Not so high and mighty anymore, are you? Servants! Get going! Don’t make me wait!”

He stepped to the side and watched a swarm of obedient servants do as they were told with a satisfied smile. Bless Casa Bianca!, he thought. Bespoke service, indeed.

They strapped Robin down with velcro straps around her ankles, wrist, knees and elbows. Next they tied down her hair, and put an electrode cap over her skull before finally securing her head with a thin cushioned leather band around her forehead. When that was done, another servant wheeled in a small surgical tray, took a syringe from it, drew a dose from an ampoule, and injected the contents into the small of Robin’s arm. As this was happening, other servants had been busy lubricating a pair of vibrators, which they carefully inserted into both of the fuckholes between her legs. Fabian could see her buck slightly, which meant that the injection was taking effect already: She was waking up. And once she was awake, there was already a second syringe waiting for her. Finally, after a servant had adjusted the footrests at the base of the leg spokes, the table tilted forward forty-five degrees until Robin’s body was halfway upright. 

He licked his lips, and felt his cock strain against the insides of his pants. She looked so utterly beautiful and powerless.

“Ready for processing,” said one of the servants, and Fabian nodded as the rest of them stepped back from Robin’s exposed and restrained body. He looked her up and down, and slowly stepped closer until he was standing right next to her, his face above hers, looking down at her still unconscious face. Her eyelids had begun to twitch. It wouldn’t be long now. 

“You know, I could have let them sedate you the moment you stepped off the boat, Robin. But I wanted to spend the day with you, to get a last look at you before we take your will. And holy shit, was it unbearable to listen to you yap all day and see you conspire with that whore Isabel, as if the two of you were ever going to end up on top. You think you’re better than me? You think you’re above me?  Fuck you! Let’s see how uppity you are now!”

He pulled up her bra, and smiled as her nice big tits fell out of it. He groped one of them, and gently squeezed and pushed it up, feeling its weight, feeling it give gently under his pressure. He looked at her unconscious face, then back at her naked tits, and simply enjoyed his power for a minute. Undressing her top wasn’t necessary for the process of course, but he wanted to see her tits while it was happening.

Robin groaned under her breath, and he let go of her. She was finally coming to. Good. 

“Sir, I’m sorry,” said servant Gabriela, “But I need you to go to the observation room now.”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, bitch?” Fabian snapped. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

He stepped away, and another faceless servant held the door open for him as he made his way to the back of the one-way mirror at the face of the room. A red leather armchair was waiting for him as always, and placed on the side table next to it were a glass of whiskey on the rocks and a Cuban cigar like he had requested.

He sat down, looked through the glass at the brightly lit naked body of Robin, and smiled. 

“Now that’s what I call a view.”

Robin woke groggy and confused, and hot. She felt like she was having a fever and a hangover at the same time, and her thoughts were a slow, confused mess. She groaned loudly, and for a couple of moments she was completely disoriented. Wait… why… why wasn’t she lying down? Why wasn’t she–

“Ow!” she yelped reflexively as something poked the small of her left elbow, and she tried to flinch away – only to realize that she couldn’t.

“What the hell…?” she mumbled as a thousand impressions came to her all at once. What was going on?! She couldn’t move! Something was holding her down! David?! Why would he– no! Wait! NO! There was something between her legs, inside of her! She was tied down! She wasn’t in her bed!!! Oh God! She was naked, and there was something inside of her!!!

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!” she screamed, her voice shrill with panic as she noticed all the people dressed in white surgical outfits around her. “NO! NO! NO!!! LET ME GO!!!”

One of the people stepped forward, and Robin whimpered and gasped with terror. What was happening? What was this? What were they going to do to her? Where was David? Where was anyone?!

The person in front of her pulled down her mask, and Robin recognized her with a jolt of confusion and fear. What…?

“We here at Casa Bianca apologize for this inconvenience,” said Gabriela, her smile as bright and sincere as ever. It was the most horrifying thing Robin had ever seen. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t possibly happening!

Gabriela continued. “It is an unfortunate part of the procedure that a baseline needs to be established against which we can compare your altered brain waves during the process.”

“What…?”

“The process after this will be painless, I assure you. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

Robin’s brain couldn’t keep up with all the things she was trying to say and do at once. Her thoughts were a skittering, panicked mess. She didn’t understand. Painless? What process? Why?!

“Your distress is understandable, Robin,” Gabriela said, “but it won’t be long now. All we needed was half a minute. Servant Lillian, 50ccs.”

Robin looked down, and in the corner of her vision she saw a cannula attached to her lower arm – and just as she looked someone was injecting her with a clear liquid.

“No… NO! Don’t!” she begged, tears in her eyes, heart racing with wild panic. “Let me out! Stop this! Please!!!"

She tried twisting herself free, but she was tied down to tightly. She had to get out! There must be some way out!!! Some--

"My… my brother-in-law is a partial owner of this place!" she cried, desperately. "Just talk to him! He’ll clear this up! Fabian Belmont! Please, just— ohhhhh…” 

Oh.

Ohhhhhh....

Once it hit her brain the effect was almost instantaneous. All of a sudden, the whole world expanded into equal strangeness and familiarity, and in that moment she was seeing every single thing in the universe for the first time.

“Whoa, what is—” she mumbled, too surprised and overwhelmed to even be afraid anymore.

“Pssst,” Gabriela shushed her, and Robin watched her hold out her outstretched index finger with utter fascination – because she recognized that gesture and knew what it meant. She should know how to feel about it. But she didn’t. It was gone. All meaning was gone. All of it was without judgment now. The white uniforms. The Lights. The restraints. The needle in her arm. The fact that she was naked. The vibrators between her legs. All of it still existed, but entirely without weight. All of it simply… was.

“You are now in a state of hypersuggestibility and enhanced neural plasticity. The perfect trance.”

Robin blinked. “Okay,” she said. She thought that she understood what that meant but had no idea how to feel about it – nor did she even have any desire to feel anything about it. It was strange to be like this, she knew. She simply didn’t care. It simply was.

“Servant Deniz, what do the readings say?”

“All readings nominal. Critical thought fully suspended.”

“Wonderful, that means that we can begin your enslavement, Robin.”

Robin felt nothing as she heard that statement.

“I will now present you with a list of concepts and phrases, and you will need to listen to me and let those concepts and phrases cause the most natural and non-judgmental associations possible, understood?”

Robin blinked. Some part of her wondered why she needed to do that, but it was nothing but idle curiosity. She was neither worried about it, nor was she looking forward to it. It was simply one more thing that was going to happen.

“Yes,” she said. “I understand.”

“Good,” Gabriela said. “It is always good when you cooperate.”

“Yes,” said Robin, agreeing naturally. Of course. That made sense. She didn't even think about it. It just made sense.

“You do not have to say anything. Simply react naturally, and we will do the rest.”

“Yes.”

“Servant Deniz, are we ready to proceed?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. Listen now, Robin: Blood. Fire. Spider. Sugar. Wind. Good. Vomit. Thief. Staircase. Knowledge. Lemon. Noise. Mother. Nighttime. Sunrise. Fingertip. Yellow. Rectangle. Loyalty. Good. Blood. One. Two. Three. Ten. One-hundred. One million. Circle. Sex. Sugar. Gravity. Sleep. Love. Anger. Happiness. Grass. Brother. Spring. Awakening. Black…”

And so it went on for a long time, and Robin intently listened to it all like she knew she had to, recognizing all of it but not actually feeling anything. She simply listened, and recognized, and listened, and recognized, and listened, and recognized – until it was over, and Gabriela thanked her for her cooperation. Robin felt no need to be thanked. She had cooperated, like it made sense.

“Servant Deniz? How do we look?”

“Mapping complete and targeting algorithm locked in. Questions should be on your screen.”

“Wonderful,” said Gabriela. “You’ve done well, Robin. Now you’ll get to experience the good part. Servant Lillian, Servant Deniz, start the program.”

Nothing could have prepared Robin for the pleasure that followed. It came out of nothing, too fast and too absolute to even comprehend before her thoughts were drowned by it. She didn’t know what was causing her to scream. She didn’t know why her body was convulsing. She didn’t know what had just happened. She only knew that it had been the best thing that could ever happen.

It was only after it was over that she distantly realized that she had just climaxed.

“Self-test successful,” said a voice from behind her, and Gabriela smiled.

“Robin?”

“Yes?” Robin answered, still panting. She knew absent-mindedly that she had never felt anything like this, not with David, not by herself, not with anyone. She had just experienced utter satisfaction and love and joy and reward all at once, and some part of her knew that it was objectively the best thing she had ever felt.

“Do you want more?” Gabriela asked, and Robin tried her best to think about it – even if thinking still felt very unfamiliar right now because everything around and inside of her still existed within that same drug-induced state lack of judgment. 

Everything except that. When that had happened to her, it had felt... amazing. She still wasn't able to feel judgment on her own, but whatever they were doing to her had allowed her to appreciate just how incredibly good it had been.

“Yes,” she said, knowing that she was telling the truth.

“Very good, Robin. You’ll be glad to hear that it is very easy to earn.”

Some tiny part of Robin shifted with excitement. Yes. She was glad to hear that, wasn’t she? 

“All you have to do is do what feels good and natural: Cooperate.”

And even as Gabriela said the word, ripples of rewarding ecstasy flooded Robin’s world, and she screamed and came again as the word repeated itself in her delirious thoughts: Cooperate! Cooperate! Cooperate! The word, the idea, the thought of it, was pure goodness and approval – and when the feeling of pleasure receded and left only the thought, she knew that she would cooperate. Cooperating was good and natural.

“Of course,” she said. 

All of this was very strange, she still knew. Some very distant part of her was still thinking about what all of this was going to affect her mind. She wondered where David was, and Fabian, and Isabel. If they knew what was happening to her, they would probably try to stop this. This was happening against her will.

Still, she was going to cooperate. It was the best and most natural thing to do even if she hadn't expected any of this to happen.

Gabriela nodded thoughtfully, then continued. “Cooperating means telling the truth, Robin. Are you going to tell the truth? If yes, please say so.”

“I will tell the truth,” Robin said – and was immediately rewarded by another overwhelming surge of pleasure. Another climax. Another drawn-out scream of ecstasy. Another warm moment of pure satisfaction. It really felt good to tell the truth.

“Cooperating means that you won’t try to fight the process. Cooperation is natural, because the process is necessary. All of this – it is necessary. You won’t fight the process, will you? If you–

“–I won’t fight the process,” Robin blurted out without waiting for Gabriela to finish – and again her reward was immediate. Her body trembled with correctness and joy and pleasure, and she knew for certain that she was going to be cooperative and honest. She screamed and shivered as it washed through her. 

Yes. She wouldn’t fight the process. It was natural, and it was necessary. Some part of her was surprised at herself, but she knew that she was making the right decision. This was such an unexpected situation, but she was making the best of it.

“Good girl,” said Gabriela, and another wave of wonderful reward accompanied her words. Yes. She was being a good girl. 

For a moment she thought about how kinky this was. She was naked, strapped down, vibrators between her legs, and she was letting them do all of this to her, making her climax in front of them, invading her privacy and body even though earlier she'd begged them to stop. And now they were calling her a 'good girl'. She would never do this under normal circumstances. This wasn’t like her at all. If David knew about this, he’d be mortified to see how good of a girl she was being.

But she had promised to be cooperative. She had promised not to resist. David wouldn’t understand, but she did. She was a good girl, and this felt good, and it was necessary. She understood that now. She was going to let it happen.

“Readings still nominal,” a voice said behind her, and Gabriela smiled.

“Wonderful,” she said. “Robin, you are doing great! You’re cooperating really well! Good girl!

A shiver of pleasure and satisfaction went through her, and it almost surprised her because this time, she could tell that it had been all her own. The vibrators hadn't gone off and she hadn't climaxed out of nowhere. But she'd wanted to. It would have been appropriate. After all, it was good and natural to cooperate.

“So let’s continue,” Gabriela said. “Answer me this: Have you ever wished for a different life?”

Robin blinked. She had not expected Gabriela to ask her such an intimate and existential question, and even less for it to be a question that had been going through her head all day.

“Yes,” she said, “Technically, but… “

“But?”

“–But it’s a complicated question.”

“Yes or no, Robin: Have you ever wished for a different life?”

“...Yes,” Robin said, and whimpered with sizzling joy as wonderful ecstasy sizzled between her legs again.

“We all do,” Gabriela said. “Everyone of us. There’s always something we want. Something we don’t have. It’s normal, and you should admit it. Admit that you want a better life.”

“I want a better life,” Robin said, and again her words erupted into a shivering moan as sparks of reward and relief washed through her.

“You want something different. Say it.”

“I want something different.”

“You want to be different.”

“I… I want to be different.” 

She said it before even thinking about it, but the moment she said it, she knew that it was true. It made sense, of course. She had admitted as much to Isabel earlier today. She wasn’t made for teaching. She often wished that she had finished her doctorate. This was what she meant when she said that she wanted to be different.

“Good girl.”

Robin whimpered as another surge of satisfaction enveloped her. She was being such a good girl. This was going so well.

“What are you?”

Robin was confused. “I… I’m… a woman?” she tried. “A teacher? What do you mean?”

“Exactly that,” Gabriela said. “Well done. You’re a teacher – but you’re a girlfriend, too, aren’t you? You’re ambitious. You’re in love. But you’re also stubborn. You’re trapped. You’re frustrated. You’re overwhelmed. You’re lost. I’m right, aren’t I? There’s many things that you would rather not be.”

Robin nodded. “Yes,” she admitted. She must not lie. She had promised not to fight the process. 

“That sounds so hard, Robin. It must be so hard. That’s why you want to be different, isn’t it? You know it is. You want all of that to end. You want to be different.”

“Yes,” she said. “I want to be different.”

“You want all of that to end.”

“I want all of that to… oh yess… mmmh… I want all of that to end,” she repeated, momentarily slurring and moaning as relief and gladness flooded her in warm waves.

“We can make that happen, Robin,” Gabriela said. “We can make it all end, so easily, so naturally. This is what the process is all about: To help you. To help you be different. To help you become what you want to be. You’re going to help the process, aren’t you? You want that. You’re so cooperative. You’re such a good girl. You would never fight the process.”

“No,” Robin said as warm thoughts of cooperation bloomed in her belly. “I’ll help the process,” she promised without even thinking about it – and was rewarded like she had hoped. She came again. She had never known that she could feel so good. She knew that she hadn’t wanted this at all – but only because she hadn’t known how necessary it was – and how good it would feel. But she did. She knew she did.

“Do you love David?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. Of course.

“And David is so lucky to have you, Robin, isn’t he?” said Gabriela. “And you are wonderful for wanting to share all of yourself with him. But you are trapped, remember? You want to become different.”

“Yes,” Robin said, but suddenly some doubt prickled in the back of her mind. Wait... she didn’t want that part of herself to change. She knew that, too.

“We’ve got a snag,” said the voice of servant Deniz behind her, and Gabriela nodded.

“I’m sorry, Robin. I’m really sorry. I know you’re trying, but you’re not cooperating like you should be. I know you just resisted, and you promised that you wouldn’t resist. You know that you have to help the process, right?”

“Yes,” said Robin. “But I want to stay with David.”

Gabriela nodded. “Of course you do. And you will. David isn’t part of this, okay? Forget about David for now. David is safe. Your relationship is safe. You believe me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” said Robin. Of course, she did. She knew that Gabriela was always telling the truth. She had realized that a while ago.

“We were talking about you. You’re unhappy. You want to help the process and let us make you different, don’t you? You want to let us change you. Say it. You know it is true.”

“I want to let you change me!” Robin said, and found the truth of it in the wave of ecstasy that always followed when she helped the process.

“Good girl!”

Robin moaned with gratitude. This was going so well. They were going to change her. She realized now how much she had truly wanted it from the beginning. She had been lying to herself, pushing the thought aside – but it was so obvious now: She had settled for a life she’d never wanted.

“Your old life was really complicated, wasn’t it, Robin? So many bills and appointments and responsibilities. You want all that to end. It would be so nice if you never had to deal with that again, wouldn’t it?

“Yes,” Robin admitted. Of course it would!

“It’s such a good thought. No responsibilities. No decisions. Everything taken care of. You, taken care of. All of you, taken care of. So much easier. So much better.”

Robin moaned as the words entered her brain, endless reward throbbing between her legs and in her mind as the process told her what she needed to know. “Yes.”

“You want to be taken care of, Robin. It is so nice to be taken care of.”

“Yes.”

“You want it, Robin, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want? Say it. Admit it. You want it to end. You want a new life. You want to be changed. You want to be taken care of.”

“I want it all to end,” she said, and it felt so good to say. “I want a new life! I want to be changed! I want to be taken care of!”

“Good girl,” Gabriela said, and Robin saw her make eye contact with servant Deniz behind her.

“Response back to nominal.”

“Wonderful,” said Gabriela. “You are ready, Robin. We can make it all come true, you and me – together! All I need you to do is to cooperate. You are entranced and suggestible, but that’s what you want. That’s what’s necessary. That’s what will enable you to become what you and me need you to become. You know you want it, and it’s such a wonderful and natural thing, and you’ve already given yourself up, haven’t you? You’re eager to be changed.”

Robin was shivering with joy as Gabriela’s words of truth rippled through her with still unexpected but oh so undeniable inevitability. Her lower body was twitching with the buzzing between her legs, and she had long since lost count of how many times she had climaxed. Some small part of her still realized how crazy all of this was. She hadn’t wanted this at all. But it was all clear now.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Change me!”

Gabriela smiled, and Robin was proud to know that she was being a good girl.

“As you command. Listen now, and repeat: The less you decide, the more you can enjoy. Say it. You know it is true.”

“The less I decide, the more I can enjoy,” Robin said, immediately understanding and believing like she must. Everything Gabriela said was true. Always.

“The more you listen, the less you have to decide. You will always listen.”

“The more I listen, the less I have to decide. I will always listen. ” It was such a wonderful thought. It was so true.

“The less you think, the more you can listen. You don’t need to think.”

“The less I think, the more I can listen, I don’t need to think.” She repeated it eagerly, and Gabriela was already replying with the next truth following the last, always one step further, always one thought deeper, always one natural change closer to the new life she wanted.

“The more you accept, the less you think. The less you want, the more you accept. The more you give, the less you want.”

Yes. Robin repeated it all and pleasure followed each and every time. She knew she was being conditioned. She was entranced and suggestible, and they were using that fact to change her. It was what she wanted. It was what was necessary. She let it happen, and it was easy, because it was all true. Every time she repeated, she already believed.

“The less you care, the more you give,” Gabriela continued. “The more you belong, the less you care. You don’t need to care. You need to belong.” 

“Yes! I need to belong! I want to belong!”

“The less you are, the more you belong. The more you serve, the less you are. You are nothing. You must serve.”

“I am nothing. I must serve,” Robin completed, understanding and desire blooming in her quivering mind. Every word was revelation, every truth was beautiful ecstasy. She was nothing, and needed to belong, and to belong, she needed to serve because on her own she was nothing. She needed to serve!

“The less you resist, the more you serve,” said Gabriela, and Robin immediately started repeating again. 

“The less I resist, the more I serve!”

“The more you obey, the less you resist. You will not resist, you will always obey.”

“I will not resist! I will always o… OOOH… obey!!!” Robin’s body was on fire with lust and satisfaction, vibrators buzzing between her legs, thoughts wet and warm and dizzy with correctness and reward. Cooperate! Obey! Serve!

“Good girl!” said Gabriela. “Such a good girl! You’ve climbed the ladder, and you’re almost at the very top now. We’re almost there! Come on, keep going! You will always obey. Say it again.”

“I… mmmh, God… yes! I will always obey!!!”

Yes. It was so good to say it. So right. So correct. So rewarding. The pleasure of saying it rippled through her in hot waves, primal and fundamental and unquestionable, and there was no more doubt that all of it was true. And because it was true, she would always obey and serve! It was such a wonderful truth.

Yes! I will serve! I will obey!

She repeated the beautiful truth in her head over and over, and it took her throbbing mind a long while to notice that Gabriela hadn’t continued. She looked at her, confused to see her suddenly looking skeptical, as if Robin had said something wrong, or as if she’d fought the process. She would never fight the process. She would always cooperate and obey.

“Why?” asked Gabriela, and Robin did not understand her.

“Why… what?” she asked.

“Why will you always obey?”

“Because…” Robin said, and then something inside her made her know that she did not know the answer yet. She was at the top of the ladder, but they had skipped the first rung.

“Why will I always obey?” she asked eagerly. “What didn’t you tell me?”

Gabriela beamed at her with delight. “Oh my, how wonderfully perceptive you are, even with your mind still dulled and confined. Such a good girl!”

Robin shivered with pride. Yes. Such a good girl!

Gabriela’s smile turned crooked and thin. “I didn’t tell you what you weren’t ready to hear until now: You will always obey… because you are a brainwashed slave – just like me!”

I am a brainwashed slave. Something inside of Robin clicked into place, and everything she had said and learned finally snapped together into one wonderful whole – and the vibrators in her holes sprang to life and she came harder than she had ever before. 

She didn’t stop screaming and moaning for a whole minute, and when she did, she knew what she wanted, and she knew what she was, and she knew that it was good.

“Yes,” she said with a proud smile. “I am a brainwashed slave.”

The truth of it was fundamental. Unquestionable. Undeniable. Perfect. This was what she had wanted. This was what she had needed. Her new life. Her better life. So much better. So much easier. No more responsibilities. No more worries. No more decisions. 

Just obedience.

Fabian Belmont took one last sip of whiskey, enjoying all the million subtle aromas behind the burning in his throat. It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t pleasant. But it was exciting, and exclusive, and it made him feel alive.

He was hard, of course. He’d been hard the whole fucking time. He’d kept himself from fully jerking off, but he hadn’t been above massaging his throbbing dick through the fabric of his pants every now and then when they had coaxed a particularly dirty moan out of Robin.

Robin.

He chuckled to himself. Part of him was always surprised how little they saw it coming. But how could they? How could they possibly be prepared for what Casa Bianca actually existed for? For them it always came entirely out of the blue he supposed. That was the entire point of keeping a secret so tightly that the world didn’t even know that the possibility existed. Reality didn't owe them any foreshadowing.

It was a truly marvelous process, even if the concept of it was really quite simple. You take a person – Robin in this case – take away her ability to consciously judge, map out where all of the thoughts live in their brain, and then hyperstimulate the parts you want connected along with her reward center. Round it all off with some good old fashioned suggestions, and as an extra on top, tickle their cunts and assholes and make them come every time they think the way you want them to condotion them. Easy as pie.

The difficult part was in the specifics, of course – most of all in how to make it stick – but the people behind Casa Bianca had figured it out: A miracle drug that made it all permanent. Total neural plasticity. One injection that could turn anyone you wanted into anything you wanted.

Fabian smiled as Gabriela tied the bow on top of the present that Fabian had made himself, making sure that all the insidious little changes in Robin’s freshly enslaved mind would never unravel. It was the final masterstroke: Make them truly, deeply, want it. Make them fully aware of the terrible thing that had been done to them – and let them cream over it.

It was so fucking hot. Robin was moaning like a little whore as Gabriela told her how fucking hot it was to be property, and how all women were meant to property, and how wonderful it would be to feel no compassion for anyone meeting the same fate. She told her that she loved this. She told her that she wanted this.

Robin ate it all up, unable to resist anything they shoved into her chemically altered brain by way of her pussy and asshole. Nothing she thought or believed mattered; it was physically impossible for her not to permanently believe what she was told. She shivered and moaned and came, again and again, as Gabriela took away every last little loophole that could have ever allowed her mind to consider wanting anything else and turned her into a filthy, desperate slut for her own obedience. 

When she was done, Gabriela turned around and looked at the one-way mirror with a proud smile. Fabian’s cock throbbed. He would definitely use her again soon. But not tonight. Tonight, he was going to savor.

Robin was complete. The drugs had worn off, but her new desires and beliefs remained. Everything had become crystal clear.

They opened her restraints, removed the cannula from arm and the vibrators from her holes, and helped her up onto her feet. Now that she was standing, they were finally able to remove the bra that had been awkwardly slid up above her tits, and let her be really and truly naked like she was meant to be.

“You will serve immediately,” said Gabriela, and Robin let herself be led out the door and immediately to the right, and before she could even wonder who was going to used by, the second door opened for her, and she saw–

Fabian.

Ho. Ly. Shit.

A million emotions rushed through her all at once. She remembered everything that had happened today. Everything Fabian had said and had done, and what she had felt about it – everything she had thought and believed in that moment. Everything she had ever thought of him. All the annoyance and disgust, and all the conflict about his offers and his gifts and whether or not she should ask David to stop talking to him. Every memory of him, all of them painful and uncomfortable.

And now she was going to fuck him.

She was going to fuck him so hard!

She smiled at him, wondrous excitement trembling in her stomach, because she knew that she now lived for only one simple and infinitely rewarding goal: To serve and obey. No more responsibilities, no more worries, no more judgment, no more misplaced pride, and no more inhibitions to stand between her and the joy of being pleasing to use.

Fuck, yes!

The wonderful moment kept on lasting as neither of them spoke – and she met his inquisitive gaze with pride and joy, hoping that she was everything he had expected her to become. She was so glad that this had happened. She still couldn’t believe it, but it was real! This was actually happening – this amazing thing that she had never even known could happen to anyone! She had been turned into a brainwashed slave!

She shivered with excited joy – and then it finally occurred to her that Fabian wanted her to speak first. She drew in a sharp breath, hesitating as she realized that these were going to be the first words of her new life. She wanted them to be meaningful, and hot, and pleasing, and in contempt of everything they had brainwashed out of her.

One more time she thought about everything that had happened between them today.

“Anything you want, now,” she said, nearly crying with pride.

“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock.”

She did, and her new life truly began.

It was so good. He told her what a fucking whore she was, and she eagerly agreed, moaning as she slurped his throbbing dick as he combed through her hair and pushed her down into his crotch. She heard him take sharp, trembling breaths, and felt him shudder with pleasure as he fucked her face, and her mind was on fire with the wonderful perversion of it. She was a brainwashed slave that didn’t care who used her as long as she was being used! Fuck yes! There was nothing better than it. There was nothing hotter. It was so fucking good to be like this.

Fabian pulled her hair, and made her stand, and told her to dance and show him her asshole, and she couldn’t help but be both amused and embarrassed by how bad of a dancer she was. She had never done anything like this, and she was surely looking utterly amateurish and awkward. It didn’t matter of course. He didn’t want her to dance pretty; he wanted his brother’s girlfriend to shamelessly debase and embarrass herself for him, and she was going to give him exactly that. She was going to give him everything of herself!

Finally, he commanded her to move to the other side of the room, away from the one-way mirror he had watched her be enslaved through. There was a bed there, of course, and Fabian ordered her to sit down, which she did. Fabian took a last sip of his drink as he walked over to her, his pants undone, a smug grin on his lips.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, and Robin smiled.

“Yes,” she said proudly, endlessly glad that she could be fucked raw without any consequences.

“Good. Call me Master, why won’t you?”

“Yes Master!” she said.

He chuckled humorlessly, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening either. For a moment, he looked away, biting his lip, shaking his head. Finally, he fixed his hungry gaze back at her. “You know how much I’ve been looking forward to this?”

She raised her eyebrows. “A while, I guess,” she said with a mischievous smirk.

Fabian pulled a grimace. “Lose the fucking attitude, whore! I didn’t have you brainwashed to have you talk back all smart!”

Robin flinched with a pang of shame, and lowered her gaze.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said. “I’m stupid and worthless and only good to be used.”

She heard him snort with amusement. “Yeah. That’s right. That’s exactly what you are. Look at you, you little cunt. Are you nice and wet?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Good. Because I’ll finally fuck you now, Robin. Look at me!”

She did.

“I’ll finally fuck you now,” he repeated. “After you’ve begged me for it. Beg for it, Robin!!! Beg for it all! Go on, beg for my affection! Beg for my money! Beg for my cock! Beg, you filthy little whore!”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered. “I… please. I need it so bad! Please, just… take me into your life! Let me be with you! Let me be at your side!”

“Fuck you!” he said, and pushed her onto her back, pinning her down by her arms. “Try harder!”

“Please, Master! Fabian! You were right! It was so hard! We have nothing, David and I! He’s nothing! But you… you! Please, you can pay, can’t you? It’s nothing to you! Please! Please!”

“Fuck you!” he spat, but she could hear the lust in his voice. He had started grinding against her hips and abdomen, and she shivered with need. “You don’t deserve shit!”

“Yesss,” she whimpered. “I know! I know! But I’m begging you! Please! I need it! I need you! I need you so bad! I’m so fucking wet! I’m so fucking hot! Please! Fuck me! Please!!!”

He slapped her with enough force to knock her head sideways, and for a moment she saw stars.

“Fuck you, Robin,” he said. “Fuck you for every last fucking breath you took thinking you were better than me. You fucking bitch. So… are you, cunt?! ARE YOU BETTER NOW?!”

“No!” Robin cried. Tears streamed down her face, and she was truly frightened – but even as she whimpered and cried her pussy was throbbing with the absolute thrill of just how utterly she was debasing herself. 

And then he fucked her! He spread her lips and carelessly pushed himself into her, and she shivered and gasped as she became nothing more than a nice wet hole for him to fuck. She spread her legs wide, and moaned for him, and fondled her tits for him, and when he demanded her to tell him how good it was, she didn’t even have to hide her gratitude and the utter joy of giving her body anymore. He rode her hard and fast, and it wasn’t very long before she made him cum into her pussy with a shivering groan of exhaustion. And when he did, her brainwashed mind nearly blanked out with the utter joy and pride of it. Yes! Yes! Yesss!!! This was her new life! It was so easy! So good! So hot! So perfect!

“Thank you,” she whimpered, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes, as he pulled out of her and let his cum trickle out of her cunt and down across her asshole on top of the sheets. She let him see it, legs spread wide, tits heaving as her breathing slowed, and her mind celebrated everything she had become. Everything they had forced her to be. Ninety minutes ago she hadn’t even known that it could possibly happen, but now she was no longer a teacher, no longer a sister-in-law, no longer a wife. Just like that. Just that easy.

“Servant!!!” called Fabian and for a brief moment Robin snapped to attention before she realized that he hadn’t been yelling at her. The door opened, and a white-clad servant entered, eyes bright and ready to obey.

“Get the second material!” Fabian snapped.

“Yes Sir, Master Fabian. Everything is already prepared as you requested. We’ll be able to start almost immediately.”

And with that the servant walked out and closed the door behind himself.

Robin nearly came when she realized what was going to happen next.