“Miss Kaplan. You’re late for your appointment,” Dr. Katz remarked with her usual stern frown, never taking her eyes off of her tablet. 
    Trish rolled her eyes. “Well forgive me for assuming that my yearly physical would be, you know, yearly.”
    “Yearly doesn’t connote that it will take place precisely three hundred and sixty five days following your previous physical. Merely that one must take place each year, and I’ve decided that yours began fifteen minutes ago. Therefore you’re late.”
    It was useless arguing with the doctor when she got like this, which in Trish’s experience was every single interaction. Dr. Sheila Katz was always serious and disapproving, with a laser focus on facts. Trish had never so much as seen the doctor crack a smile.
    So it was weird how much she actually liked Dr. Katz. Not on a personal level as a friend so much, but more that it was comforting how robotically professional she was. Kind of hot, really. Her casual way of demeaning Trish almost reminded her of how a dominatrix would treat her client.
    Dr. Katz would make a fantastic dominatrix too. The way the doctor always wore her black hair tied up in a seamless bun and her makeup immaculate, painted red lips always frowning in disapproval. If she traded in her spotless white lab coat for a leather catsuit and whip she’d be perfect.
    Dr. Katz was featured in more than a few of Trish’s mind control fantasies, although there was hardly any woman in crew that Trish hadn’t fantasized about at some point. But Dr. Katz certainly provided a good basis for a cruel dominant out to take control of a poor, horny Trish. It was fun to picture the strict doctor being determined to brainwash Trish in some mad science experiment. Turn her into a simpering, obedient pet. Or transforming her into a perfectly programmed nurse, to assist her in brainwashing other girls. How many times had Trish lain in her bunk, rubbing her clit and imagining Dr. Katz’s stern voice ordering her to strip.
    “Did you hear me, Miss Kaplan?”
    Trish floated back from her fantasies with her cheeks blushing. “Sorry, spaced out.” Dr. Katz let out a quick, disgusted sound, and it made Trish shiver with excitement. That was the kind of disgusted sound a domme would make as they decided their slave needed their ass spanked red. Trish shook her head, blushing deeper. “Um, what did you say?”
    “I told you to strip, Miss Kaplan.”
    It must have been her imagination getting away with her. “You- you want me to…”
    “Strip. Now,” Dr. Katz commanded with a bored sneer.
    Trish was instantly wet from the condescending tone. She squirmed, fighting between the urge to just go with it and the absolute craziness of the overly professional doctor actually ordering her to undress. “I, uh, didn’t have to strip last time.”
    Dr. Katz put her tablet on her desk, then turned and glared at Trish, who shrunk under that intense stare. “We have new equipment. It means no more needles, but you need to strip.” With that she placed her hands on her hips and just stood there. Waiting.
    Of course she’d be waiting. Dr. Katz was the doctor, and Trish didn’t know anything about medicine. Why should she be suspicious about what Dr. Katz wanted? This was probably some super normal procedure. It’s not like Dr. Katz would be getting off on making Trish undress. On making Trish obey. That this was just the first step in Dr. Katz putting Trish under some mind control helmet and rewiring her brain into an obedient nurse.
    Fuck, Trish thought, realizing just how horny she was. And her arousal only got worse as she began unzipping her uniform. Dr. Katz watched her the entire time, her expression not shifting at all from that bored frown on her face. Trish dropped her pants, suddenly fearful that Dr. Katz would be able to see how damp her panties were getting. Would she say anything? Mock her for it? Punish her for it?
    Trish shuddered, wondering how the hell she was this horny. It almost felt like someone was reaching into her head and pushing the ‘get super turned on by everything’ button over and over.
    Down to just her underwear, Trish hesitated. When Dr. Katz just kept watching expectantly, Trish slowly reached behind herself to unhook her bra. Her stiff nipples already had to be visible through her bra, but some baring it all felt like an exciting final step. Dr. Katz must see so clearly how shamefully horny Trish was for no clear reason at all.
    As soon as her bra unhooked, Dr. Katz suddenly turned away. “You can keep your underwear and bra on,” she said, snatching her tablet back up and tapping at it without giving the nearly naked Trish a second glance.
    Trish stood there, dripping wet and her bra clutched against her chest. Was Dr. Katz teasing her on purpose? Or was she just being absent minded, and all of this sexual tension was just Trish’s imagination running wild?
    That must be it. There’s no way Dr. Katz would suddenly turn into a cruel dominant intent on humiliating her. Trish could never be that lucky.
    Dr. Katz was searching around in some drawers, completely ignoring Trish now. Which only gave Trish’s frantic mind more time to spin crazy ideas. Desperate for a distraction, Trish glanced back at the empty desk by the door.
    “Does Abena have the day off?”
    Back turned, Dr. Katz said, “Nurse Abena is tending to another patient in the next room. She should be here in a minute.”
    Which meant she wouldn’t be back for an hour, Trish thought with a wry smile. It was almost like a sitcom how terribly mismatched Abena was for Dr. Katz. While the doctor was serious to a fault, Abena was a young slacker who was always more interested in gossip than doing her job. Most of the fun of going to Medbay was watching Dr. Katz becoming more and more enraged each time Abena screwed up or flaked on some form.
    That was the other half of Trish’s mind control fantasies for Dr. Katz. That one day she’d finally get so fed up with Abena’s lazy attitude that she constructs a mind control helmet to shove onto Abena’s head. Frying her brain and reprogramming her into an obedient nurse, a robotic drone that would match the doctor’s strict professional nature. Abena in a sexy nurse uniform, expression blank as she carried out every command with a sexy, “Yes, Dr. Katz.”
    And Abena would obediently push Trish onto a table to strap her down, preparing her to become the doctor’s next sexy nurse drone.
    Trish could just picture the door to Medbay opening, as Abena walked in with a stiff gait, her wild auburn hair tied up in a professional bun identical to the doctor. Her bright, artistic makeup wiped away and replaced with the same simple black eyeshadow and red lipstick that the doctor wore. Marching into the room with her short nurse dress, the edge of the skirt barely covering her thighs at all.
    “I am ready to assist you now, Dr. Katz.”
    Trish felt her heart leap into her throat. She hadn’t slipped into another daydream. Abena stood beside the doctor with her back stiff, arms locked to her sides, and indeed wearing a ridiculously short nurse uniform.
    Dr. Katz glanced up at Abena’s strange outfit and only nodded, as if the sexy uniform was completely acceptable. “Excellent. Prepare the patient.”
    Abena nodded, her eyes and smile totally vacant. “Yes, Dr. Katz.”
    There was no way this was real. There was no way that Abena, lazy but oh so hot Abena, was walking up to her with an expression that practically screamed ‘I’ve been brainwashed into a helpless drone and love to obey.’
    Trish’s mouth was dry as Abena strode up to her, then pointed to a chair in the center of the room. “Please take a seat, Miss Kaplan. Dr. Katz will be with you shortly.”
    That utterly monotone way she was speaking was straight out of Trish’s fantasies. She was so shocked that Trish simply sat in the chair as directed, heart pounding frantically in her chest and her pussy practically melting with need.
    Trish almost expected restraints to suddenly clamp down around her as she sat, but nothing happened. She was just sitting in her underwear and quickly leaving a puddle in the chair, while Abena stood behind her, not moving an inch.
    All we need now is a mind control helmet, Trish wanted to say with a laugh.
    “Now let’s begin the procedure,” Dr. Katz announced. Trish glanced over her shoulder and almost jumped out of her chair as she saw the doctor proudly holding a silver helmet in her hands, one large enough to almost cover Trish’s head completely. There were several light bulbs on top, and some oscillating digital display flickering from the inside.
    Mind control helmet. It was a fucking mind control helmet. This was real!
    Trish wanted to run. Trish wanted to finger herself.
    But even as her imagination shouted frantically Trish knew that she had to be rational.
    Mind control wasn’t real, no matter how badly she wished it was. Dr. Katz wasn’t a cruel, dominant mad scientist, no matter how hot the idea was. And Abena wasn’t a brainwashed nurse, ready to mindlessly assist in brainwashing Trish to be just like her. God but that was just too hot.
    It couldn’t be real, and yet what other explanation was there?
    As she sat there squirming in indecision, Trish’s choice was made for her. Without warning Dr. Katz shoved the helmet over her head. Everything went black and Trish yelped.
    “Calm down, Miss Kaplan,” Dr. Katz scoffed. “It’s only a vision test.”
    Trish blinked in the darkness, noticing a pair of screens flickering to life before her eyes. “A vision test?”
    “That’s right. You’re acting as if it’s going to electrocute you. Just sit still and let me carry out the test in peace.”
    Trish flushed with shame and sunk into the chair. It was just a vision test. Of course. No evil sexy conspiracy. She was being stupid, just like Dr. Katz said. Well, Dr. Katz hadn’t called her stupid, but she may as well have. It would have been hotter if she had actually said it though.
    Behind her Dr. Katz sighed. “I really wish I had a way to make stupid girls like you be more responsible. Perhaps I should give you some instruction for your improvement, the same way I improved Nurse Abena here.”
    Trish gulped and tried to tell herself that totally wasn’t something that a mind controlling villain would say.
    “Nurse Abena, do you think that Miss Kaplan deserves some instruction?”
    “Oh yes, Dr. Katz. I’m oh so grateful for how you improved me. I’m happy to be a responsible nurse now. Miss Kaplan should become a responsible nurse just like me.”
    Every word was like a tongue lovingly lapping at Trish’s clit. This is exactly the type of crazy scenario she’d imagine as she fucked herself. Except why were they actually saying this stuff out loud? Unless-
    Unless it was real.
    Almost as if that terrifying but oh so arousing thought was a signal, the helmet hummed to life and the screens lit up with a dizzying display of twisting green lines against a black background.
    “Tell me what you see.”
    Trish blinked. What was she seeing? “It’s like… a bunch of green lines dancing. They’re moving all over the place.”
    “Oh dear,” Dr. Katz said in a tone like something was very wrong.
    “Is that bad?”
    “It’s not good,” Dr. Katz replied in the same tone. “You don’t see the pattern?”
    “What pattern?” But Trish already knew. The brainwashing pattern, a spiral that would draw in her thoughts and leave her a mindless, drooling husk to be brainwashed, rewritten, reprogrammed.
    She clenched her thighs and bit her lip to stop from moaning.
    Something clicked in the helmet, and suddenly the green lines flickered out. When they returned they were curving now, spinning around each other but not quite touching. It almost looked like they were caught in a whirlpool.
    Or a spiral.
    A fucking brainwashing spiral.
    This time Trish couldn’t suppress the pathetic whimper that slipped out.
    “Is that any better, Miss Kaplan? Can you see the pattern?”
    “N-not yet,” she mumbled. ‘But I want to see it,’ she thought to herself. ‘I want to be brainwashed. I’ve wanted it all my life.’
    “We’ll help you with that soon, my dear,” Dr. Katz said in a husky voice, almost seductive.
    Trish had a terrified moment, wondering if Dr. Katz could read her thoughts. Could they hear how desperate her thoughts were? How much she wanted this even as terrifying as it was? To actually be mind controlled and turned into some kind of sex slave nurse, just like Abena?
    “Nurse Abena, would you assist the patient?”
    “Yes, Dr. Katz.”
    Trish’s eyes were locked onto the spinning green lines, broken and so close to being a proper spiral, when she felt a pair of hands begin to caress her bare thighs.
    “What are you-” Trish was cut off as a pair of lips kissed her stomach. They kept kissing, going lower, their hands sliding higher up Trish’s legs. Trish let out a faltering moan as Abena began to slide her legs apart. “Oh fuck…”
    Trish was so desperate for Abena to reach her pussy that it took her a moment to remember that this shouldn’t be happening. Abena shouldn’t be kissing her way down Trish’s stomach. Dr. Katz shouldn’t have a freaky SciFi helmet strapped over Trish’s head. And Dr. Katz definitely shouldn’t be licking at Trish’s neck as her hands slid around to cup Trish’s tits through her bra.
    “Is that better yet, Trish?” Dr. Katz tugged Trish’s bra down, then set her fingers to tease at Trish’s nipples. “Can you see the pattern yet?”
    “I-” Trish groaned as a tongue licked against her soaked panties, pressing up against her pussy lips. “I-” Abena licked again, but her tongue moved stiffly. No passion or technique. Just licks. Up and down. Robotic. Mindless. A mindless nurse eating her pussy because she’d been ordered.
    And Trish could be just like her. If she only saw the pattern.
    The helmet whirred loudly. The display flickered and changed. The spinning green lines connected, forming a series of overlapping circles.
    Trish was panting, boiling over with need as the other two women teased her, and yet she couldn’t suppress the disappointment she felt that it wasn’t a spiral.
    ‘Maybe I’m just imagining they want to brainwash me,’ Trish thought sluggishly, suppressing a moan as her panties were tugged off. They were yanked away, and then Abena’s tongue slipped into her cunt.
    But then Trish began to notice something about the display. The way the circles aligned themselves. Like a head on a body, with voluptuous tits. Then the lowest circle split, the lines curling away beneath the almost human design. Instead of legs it was tentacles. Tentacles that swayed and beckoned. Large tits that heaved, arms appearing at her sides to wave Trish closer. A face appearing, with sharp teeth and a wide nose. The eyes opened, filled with blazing gold light.
    The alien. The specimen. Goddess.
    They were doing this for their Goddess, trapped away in the tank. Trish had pictured Dr. Katz in a tight full body suit, whip in hand like a true dominatrix, with her brainwashed nurse Abena kneeling beneath her. But now Trish imagined Dr. Katz’ face losing that smug grin, as she too fell into mindless trance. Doctor and nurse both kneeling now, submitting to the tentacled goddess floating above them.
    Was Dr. Katz going to brainwash everyone in the base, turn them into devoted slaves to the sunken goddess? It was the perfect cover. They would call everyone in for physicals, trick them into wearing the helmet. Reprogram their minds before they even knew anything was wrong. Could even send them out to get more, unsuspecting girls. Just like how Carrie had told her to come here for her check up.
    Trish moaned as doctor and nurse continued to pleasure her.
    Did they get Carrie? Was she just an innocent messenger, or was she purposely programmed to trick her, capture her, just as she was captured?
    Now Carrie appeared in Trish’s fantasy, dressed in a slutty nurse outfit identical to Abena. She knelt on the other side of Dr. Katz, who reached out to pet the heads of her two nurse slaves. Pressed them together so they could make out, staring into each other’s blank eyes. Dr. Katz was no longer in trance, but filled with sinister purpose. She would make every woman in the base kneel, make them submit to her Goddess.
    “And you will help me,” Dr. Katz said, and Trish didn’t know if it was the real Dr. Katz who had spoken or the one in her fantasy. It was all blending together. The pleasure of being touched. The pleasure of the digital visage of Goddess dancing before her, golden eyes blazing. “You will become a nurse like Abena. You will strip girls. You will pleasure girls. You will brainwash girls, just as you were brainwashed. You will serve me, and help me to serve Goddess.”
    “Yes,” Trish muttered, seeing it so clearly.
    The helmet would brainwash her. She would be remade. Stand straight and smile pleasantly. No emotion, only a professional smile. Red painted lips. Hair up in a bun. She would keep her nurse uniform crisp and neat. No panties, so that the doctor could bend her over and use her whenever she wished.
    Trish could just picture her face with that thoughtless smile as Dr. Katz fucked her with a strap on, pounding into her helpless toy with abandon. Another girl sat in the chair with the helmet on her head, draining her thoughts away. Was it Marigold? Danielle? Trish didn’t know. Didn’t need to know. They would be brainwashed like her.
    Abena would be eating the other girl out as she was made perfect. Then Dr. Katz would order them to switch. Trish would smile as the strap on slipped out of her, standing and walking over to assist the patient. She would pass Abena, her blank smile smeared with pussy. Then Abena would be bent over and fucked by Dr. Katz, and Trish would kneel before the patient. Would lean in and eat her cunt, not a thought in her head. And the girl would be brainwashed into a sexy nurse, just like her.
    She was a sexy nurse.
    She was brainwashed.
    She would brainwash others.
    Sexy nurses. All serving Dr. Katz.
    All serving Goddess.
    Sexy nurses serving Goddess spiral fucked by Dr. Katz eaten out eating out sexy nurse sexy nurse obey-
    Trish came. It was all so powerful that she couldn’t even make a sound. Throat locked up, no noise as she came so incredibly hard. She imagined Abena beneath her, blank face soaked from her cunt. Trish came again.
    Then she collapsed panting in the chair. She couldn’t stand it. She needed it. Needed her doctor. Needed her mistress. Needed her Goddess. Needed to obey.
    “Oh god please,” Trish cried as she wobbled up to her feet and yanked off the helmet.
    She blinked, eyes adjusting to the light, only to see Dr. Katz and Abena staring at her in confusion. They were both standing a few feet behind the chair. “What-”
    Abena had been kneeling between her legs and eating her out. Trish knew that. Except Abena was standing beside the doctor, and there would have been no time for her to get up. Her face was totally dry too, with no hint of pussy juice staining her lips. And Dr. Katz wasn’t giving her a hungry, evil, devious glare as she planned to brainwash her. Instead she just looked miffed, like Trish was causing problems.
    “What’s happening?”
    “I already told you, Miss Kaplan. It’s just a simple vision test.”
    “No. No, you were-”
    Brainwashing me, she was about to say. But stopped herself. Trish shoved the brainwashing helmet back over her head, hoping that it would finish the job. Wipe her mind and leave her in endless bliss. Except the undulating, digital form of her goddess wasn’t there. All she saw were blurry shapes.
    “We were only checking to ensure that there were no issues with your vision.”
    Trish took off the helmet, her entire body shaking. They were brainwashing her. They were just fucking her! But when Trish looked down at herself she saw her bra still in place. Her panties too, although they were soaked. Trish glanced to the chair and saw an obvious damp spot left behind. Wasn’t that proof that they had been trying to fuck with her mind?
    Only it wasn’t. It was only proof that Trish was a shameless pervert who’d gotten so caught up in her mind control fantasy that she’d left a soaking mess for everyone to see.
    Now she saw the hint of embarrassment on Dr. Katz’s face. “Perhaps the patient… had a minor bout of anxiety?”
    Abena nodded, blushing and smiling. “Yeah, that must be what happened.”
    Trish’s first thought was that shouldn’t Abena be blankly smiling like she was before? Or had she ever looked emotionless at all? Had that all been in her head? Then Trish realized that Abena was a huge gossip. In an hour the entire base would know that Trish had gotten so worked up that she’d had an orgasm and left a dripping mess in the doctor’s office, all during a simple non-brainwashing vision test.
    She went faint and the helmet slipped from her fingers. 
    Dr. Katz and Abena gasped. They dove for it, both women catching the helmet as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
    But then they were laughing it off, with Dr. Katz shoving the helmet under her arm casually. “That was close. It took me so long to get this new machine working.”
    Abena put a hand on Trish’s arm and gave her a warm smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up. And I won’t tell anyone.” She winked, and Trish wanted to dive into the oceans of the alien planet and never resurface. Abena was never going to let her live this down.
    “I- I-” Trish couldn’t form the words. What the hell had just happened? How could she have humiliated herself like this?
    She shuddered, remembering the way Abena’s tongue ate her out, the doctor’s hands pinching her nipples and promising just what a good nurse Trish would be for her.
    It had been so real. But it couldn’t possibly.
    Without a word Trish scooped up her clothes. She almost ran right out the door in her underwear simply to escape Dr. Katz and Abena’s judgment, but her panties were so clearly soaked through that she’d only make a spectacle of herself in the hallway. So she hastily threw on her uniform, blushing so hard she was certain her face might burst into flames. 
    As soon as she was presentable she ran out into the hallway. Were they laughing at her? She couldn’t hear, but that didn’t stop her anxious mind from imagining it. Frantically she ran through the base, trying to make it back to her room. But she wouldn’t make it. Had to stop.
    When she found an empty hallway Trish opened a closet door and threw herself inside. She shoved a hand into her pants and fingered herself frantically, biting down on her other hand to keep quiet. She was still so wet.
    The fantasies came back instantly. Dr. Katz in a dominatrix cat suit, large strap on thrusting into an obedient nurse. Trish standing there brainwashed in her cute nurse uniform, helpless to move. Standing in line with the other nurses, all her friends turned into mindless slaves. Waiting for their turn to be fucked and dominated by the doctor who owned their minds.
    And above them all floated the Goddess, smiling with joy. This time it was Trish and all the other women of the station trapped in a small glass cage at the bottom of the ocean. The Goddess was free, swimming around the container to stare at the pretty slave nurses, like they were nothing but cute little pets she owned. Goddess could float and watch as they knelt on command. Stripped on command. Fucked themselves on command. Brainwashed each other on command. 
    Trish was nothing but a mindless nurse. A toy for Dr. Katz to enjoy groping and spanking and fucking as she desired. A tool to brainwash the others. Trish smiled as she put the helmet over Carrie’s head. Over Marigold’s head. Over Captain Arroyo’s head. Make them all blank. Make them all slaves. Make them all into cute, empty nurses for her doctor. And their Goddess ruling over them all.
    Trish saw herself floating in the ocean, tentacles sliding into her pretty nurse uniform as the Goddess reeled her in. As the Goddess fucked her. As the Goddess owned her.
    Trish moaned out to her Goddess as she came even harder than before.
    Then she crumbled to her knees in the dark closet, fingers stuffed in her cunt as she tried to catch her breath. That had been so amazing. The fantasy so clear.
    “What the fuck is happening to me?” Trish asked, but the empty closet offered no answers. All Trish knew was that, for as terrified as she was of being caught, she wanted even more of this incredible pleasure. If only it had been real.

~ ~ ~

“I think that went well,” Doctor Sheila Katz said out loud to no one in particular. Certainly not to Abena. The girl was only a tool now. Only a plaything.
    And yet Abena threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, that was priceless. The look on her face. And did you see how wet she was?” Abena licked her lips and hummed. “Goddess, I wish I was really eating her out there. I’ve never wanted to eat pussy so bad in my life.”
    Sheila frowned with disapproval at Abena’s chatty attitude. Abena was acting as if she were still her old self, just as they’d planned so that they could fool Trish. But Abena wasn’t her old self anymore, just as Sheila wasn’t her old self. Their Goddess had changed them for the better. Now Abena was nothing more than Sheila’s nurse, and should have known to return to her proper state.
    But it was the duty of a mistress to keep her playthings in line. Sheila needed to remind the nurse of their new places in life. She snapped her fingers.
    Instantly Abena’s face went slack. Utterly devoid of emotion or thought. A mindless nurse.
    “Smile, Nurse Abena.”
    The nurse smiled. “Yes, Dr. Katz.”
    She was just about to order her nurse to serve in other ways, when the door opened and Carrie walked in. Dr. Katz’ stern expression melted into an utterly adoring grin. “Mistress,” she said with a sigh.
    “You were wonderful, Sheila. That couldn’t have gone any better.”
    Sheila fell to her knees. “Thank you, Mistress. I’m so happy to serve.”
    “You should have heard her thoughts. When you and Abena began to tease her.” Carrie wrapped her arms around herself and moaned. “It took everything I had to not actually brainwash Trish right then and there.”
    “I wish we had,” Sheila said, then bowed her head as apology for contradicting her Mistress. She didn’t disagree with the plan her Mistress had conceived. Being connected to Goddess and the other slaves meant that Sheila felt the blazing love that Carrie had for Trish. She would obey her plan perfectly. And yet, Sheila still wished that she could have the privilege of brainwashing Trish for her.
    Luckily her Mistress showed no disapproval. Carrie smiled and sent a wave of psychic pleasure through Sheila’s body. “I know how you feel, slave. But her ultimate submission belongs to another place and time. I simply had to let you have the first crack at her though. Those fantasies she has about you are quite fun.”
    Sheila agreed whole heartedly. She’d never been a very dominant person. Demanding, stern, and certain to get her way, maybe, but never the dominatrix that Trish fantasized about. But now that she was able to see the vision of herself in Trish’s head, Sheila wanted nothing more than to live up to that ideal.
    She’d built a machine to brainwash others, simply so that she could use it on Abena just like in Trish’s masturbatory fantasies. Made her nurse happy and mindless and obedient. Carrie had already inducted Abena into their new order, making her a servant of the Goddess as well, but Abena had been just as eager to become a mindless nurse to make Trish happy.
    “Will they have my suit ready soon?” Sheila asked, so wet that she wanted to get off right away.
    “They want to get the material just right, but you’ll have the catsuit soon. They’re already whipping up more nurse uniforms for you too.”
    Sheila could see it, as clearly as Trish and Carrie could. Herself dressed in sleek leather, whip in hand as she ordered her new pretty playthings about. She’d already had her fill of fucking Abena with her new strap on. Not that either of them would ever tire of it.
    “Nurse Abena, check on the other patient.”
    “Yes, Dr. Katz,” Abena replied in her wonderful empty voice, walking over to the next room. Sheila wanted to show her Mistress the progress, but just then Carrie froze. She almost looked entranced, her mind elsewhere. Sheila marveled at Carrie’s psychic power. Before she might have wanted to experiment on Carrie and discover how it worked.
    But now she loved Carrie too deeply to ever treat her like a subject. They were bonded. Linked through their Goddess. Now all Sheila wanted was to kneel at Carrie’s feet, praying that her Mistress would want to fuck her.
    Carrie returned to the present, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh you simply must see this, slave.”
    “It would be-” Her pleasure, Sheila was about to say, when the office around her vanished. She was floating in a dark ocean, naked, with Carrie beside her. Goddess swam before them, but not the real Goddess. Only a figment of Trish’s imagination.
    Below them was the reverse of a fish tank, a glass case containing all of the women of the base. All of them mindless and dressed like nurses, taking turns brainwashing each other or being fucked by a version of Sheila, dressed in her dominatrix get up.
    “I look so beautiful,” Sheila sighed. She couldn’t wait to make this dream a reality.
    In the water next to them was Trish, her uniform disheveled and a hand stuffed down her pants. She was grunting and masturbating furiously, lost in this wonderful fantasy.
    Sheila floated over to touch her, kiss her, show Trish how grateful she was. But she passed right through Trish like she was a ghost.
    “She’s not part of us yet. We can’t touch her.”
    “But I want her so bad,” Sheila whined. “She made me so sexy and amazing. She thinks I could rule everyone. I want to be that cruel dominatrix just for her.”
    “And you will be,” Carrie promised, drifting closer to kiss her. Sheila came instantly in the arms of her Mistress. “We’ll all become everything that Trish ever dreamed of. I want to make her every fantasy come true.”
    They came together, the ocean around them rippling as they watched Trish cum too. The fantasy began to blur and fade, leaving them in darkness as Trish went back to her day.
    Carrie watched Trish with a grin until she was gone. “And then we’ll bring her to Goddess, so she can take her proper place.”
    “I’ll do anything I can to help, Mistress.” They were back in reality, back in her office. Sheila got to her feet, fighting the urge to giggle as she took Carrie by the hand and led her to the other room. Sheila had to be serious. Calm and collected and in charge. She had to be the dominant bitch that Trish knew she could be. 
    In the other room sat a woman in a chair, naked and dripping with sweat. The silver helmet on her head reflected the light. Through Carrie’s psychic power they could feel the mindless mess of the girl’s mind as it was slowly being remolded by the helmet. Told how to be a proper nurse and assist the doctor.
    Nurse Abena stood at attention beside the patient, her eyes utterly blank. “Brainwashing is at 62%, Dr. Katz. She should be ready to assume her uniform in one hour.”
    “Excellent, nurse. You may eat me out until she’s ready.”
    “Thank you, Dr. Katz. I’m eager to serve, Dr. Katz.” Abena strode forward as Sheila hopped up onto her desk, spreading her legs so that Abena could begin serving. Carrie chuckled and stroked Abena’s hair as the mindless nurse dove in.
    “I see you have everything in hand here. I’m looking forward to seeing how your nurses do, Dr. Katz.”
    “I promise we’ll make you and Goddess proud, Mistress.”
    Carrie gave her a parting kiss, then sent a ripple of energy through Sheila’s mind. Sheila found her thoughts draining, her mind emptying just as if she were the one wearing the helmet. She gurgled in delight as her eyes lost focus.
    “Thaannk yoouu Missstresss.”
    “You can wake in an hour, along with your new slave.”
    Sheila nodded, as mindless as the nurse eating her out. Drool was already running down Sheila’s chin, dripping down onto Abena’s head. The nurse didn’t notice at all, too busy mechanically eating the cunt before her to care. She wouldn’t stop until she was told too.
    “How could I have ever not been into this wonderful fetish?” Carrie asked herself, stroking her crotch through her pants as she savored the sight of all three mindless women in the room. Then she set out to get back to work, eager to continue her plans. She just knew Trish would be overjoyed when she found all of the surprises they were making for her.