The Breaking In

This work is a sequel to one of my stories, The Machine. Read that for more context, though this should stand alone.

I wake up, on my knees. I'm immobilised, my ankles cuffed, hands bound behind my back. I'm in some sort of large bedroom, except this isn't a normal bedroom. It's packed with devices and sexual objects, complex restraints and drawers packed with all sorts. I try not to think too much about them, nor about the restraints already occupied. The woman dangling from a hook, or the woman pressed up against a wall, shackled into an X position and gagged whilst a machine relentlessly fucks her, or the man standing to attention with his hands chained together over his head, his cock concealed. I try to ignore them. Or that they all wear collars, and nothing else.

I can't escape, I know that. My binds are too strong. I also know this is a simulation, all fake, to train me. So escape is impossible, at best I just wake up in my pod and get put back in.

But I also don't feel right. I'm starving, impossibly so, as if I haven't had a single bite to eat in weeks. I'm fresh awake, my mind painfully clear. My tongue feels strange, and I quickly determine it's been pierced, but also that other changes have happened. My spine has a subtle coolness to it that's strange, and I realise my sensitivity across my entire body has improved. Not that I appreciate being able to really feel every bit of texture in the metal band around my wrists, or my ankles. My breasts have also grown, but looking down I can see my tattoo remains. P13-F-49999. A few hours ago I was Vanessa, off to my new life, now I am a stupid stupid slave, tricked into this, my existence reduced to a code.

There are more piercings I can feel across me. My nose, my ears, my breasts... I have been redesigned according to my new owner's will, and there isn't a thing I can do about it. My brown hair is a half shave, left shaved, right long and luscious, stretching to my breasts.

Mindy, my sister, is to my left side, a few feet away. By looking at her nude and bound form, I can work out more about my predicament. She is half shaved, though the sides are swapped. Her spine is clearly metallic, lights embedded that softly twinkle and glow in a variety of colours.

"Mindy? Mindy, wake up, please."

"Ven?" Mindy murmured, stirring. She quickly figures out she's shackled, and tries to free herself, but the restraints are just as secure on her. "Ven, what's happening?"

She looks at me, and her face fills with fear. It's terrifying to see your sister and know she just reflects your exact predicament, just as helpless as you. She has a ring through her nose now, studs on her face where I can feel my own. We are both trapped and helpless. We are both remade as our owner demands.

"I don't know. I just was in that pod, and-"

"It said something about training. I guess this is some sort of simulation, right?"

"Yeah. I don't know how to get out. Are you starving too?"

"Yeah. You have it too? It can't be real, right? We were just in our pods... what if something broke, and we're going to starve to death?"

"No, no, I'm sure it'll be okay. They wouldn't let that happen to us."Because they need us as slaves, not as dead bodies, I think to myself.

I look around the room again, trying to put the image of my enslaved sister out of my mind. The other occupants all wear collars, unlike us, which is strange. They are mostly chained up, or hooked, or otherwise restrained, with the exception being 2 men, 2 women, stood at attention. All of those wear sharp uniforms, looking like expensive hotel staff. Their collars are subtler, and I realise these are effectively maids and servants, for non-sexual needs. But they still have collars.

It finally hits me just what a position I am in. Me and my sister are slaves, trapped here at our owner's whim. We're going to be tortured, brainwashed, abused, until we are just like these people: silent and utterly obedient. I began to cry, softly, so Mindy won't notice.

We kneel in silence, nothing else to say, tears streaking my face, for what must have been ten minutes or so. Then the door opens, and our owner enters.

He is a tall man, perhaps approaching 7 foot, with blazing violet eyes, dressed in expensive flowing robes. Tightly managed brown hair, perfectly sculpted features, as if this man was the embodiment of an Old Earth god that had descended. It was as if the computer has reached inside my head and created the perfect man for me. I hazily consider the possibility things have gone the other way around.

Behind him, I could see a dozen female slaves, a far more eye catching variety of dress. Some wear large posture collars, locking their heads in place as they march with trays suspended from their harness below their breasts. Others wear slimmer gem-studded collars and dresses, elaborate and beautiful yet highly revealing ones. One, a tanned girl with twin bright blue braids, is entirely nude except for her collar and thigh high blue leggings, her braids draped across her tattooed breasts. I felt a slight twinge throught my body as I stare at her, before I clamp down on those feelings. I can't let myself get horny at the thought of being enslaved like that.

Once inside the room, they disperse to a semicircle around the man. They stand perfectly still and silent, and I know I am staring at my future, and Mindy's future.

"Well, hello to my newest pair of slaves."The man speaks, walking up close to me.

"Please, sir. Let us go. We won't do anything." I speak first, my eyes stained with tears. I know it won't work, this simulation wouldn't allow me to talk my way out. But I need to feel as if I'd tried. I can't just surrender to slavery.

"Please sir." Mindy added, throwing her own litany of begged demands.

"I don't want to serve you, I just want to go home, I want my sister to be okay, just please le-" Agony cuts me off, as I scream in pain. Mindy is screaming too, as my body courses with unimaginable pain. Every inch is agonising fire, worse than the torment the factory has already inflicted. Then it stops, and I'm left to gasp for air.

"That, slaves, is the punishment I can grant you. I can punish you both, or individually, as long as I like. Disobey me, and I will not hesitate to punish you." My owner nods towards one of the waiting slaves, whose tray has a whip resting atop it. "Of course, I have other means of inflicting pain, and we will explore them as part of your training. Slaves learn to appreciate pain just as much as pleasure."

"Speaking of, I can also grant you pleasure. As I wish, the vibrator you both rest on can be activated. Trust me, as we keep going, you will be more and more willing to receive it. I will allow you such pleasure if I feel you have behaved above and beyond simple obedience. And no, unlike the punishment, I will not let you sample it first."

He paces over to one trayslave, taking a drink from her tray and downing it.

"I am going to train you. I am a facsimile of your future owner, and I will train you to obey fully. You slaves are to think of me as your owner, as it will serve you well. Remember my face, and understand it is this face that will dominate the entire remainder of your lives."

I don't want to believe it. I want to resist, however I can. He just fixes me with a glare, and smiles.

"I can read your every thought here. You think you can outlast training? You will be here for many months. Then you get shipped to your real owner, where you will live for the rest of your life. A collar around your neck, in the heart of the Empire. No hope of escape, a lifetime as property. You can't hold out, and you can never escape. We will get decades of service out of a prime slut like you, so it's best for all concerned if you skip the charade and go straight to the surrender."

He's reading me effortlessly. My entire body is on display for him and so too, apparently, is my mind. It makes sense, I guess, that if they can make this all feel so real, they must be reaching into my brain already, feeding it just the right things. Why wouldn't they be able to read it too, predict my every strategy of resistance? Is that why Mindy is also here, so that-

"So you may both witness the other surrender, yes. Understand, Slave, that there is no situation in which you are delivered as anything but obedient property."

I'd like to believe it's a lie. The easiest way to trick someone into giving up is to convince them it makes no difference, right? So if you don't, you can prove them wrong, and that's how you win. But I am trapped, and so too is the person I care most about. And for all I know, it really is pointless, because if they can read my mind and put me here, maybe they can reach in, change a few things, turn me into a cock-hungry whore without me even fighting.

"Some ground rules. Your old names are gone. You are slave 0, and you are slave 99." He points to me as he says slave 99, though it is no surprise given it is the final two digits of the number tattooed upon my breast. "Don't worry, these are not about importance. Both of you will receive equal attention. You will earn new names, eventually."

He looks directly at me.

"What is your name?"

"S-s-slave 99." I respond. I don't want to submit, to surrender, but I have the sense to recognise when I should play along. It doesn't matter. I am racked with pain again, causing me to yelp. Then it recedes.

"You must always address me as Master. Try again."

"My name is slave 99, Master." I try again, and I am punished again.

"You have no right to use personal pronouns, not until granted. You will refer to yourself as 'this slave', or 'this slut', or likewise. Understood?"

"This slave understands, Master." I grit my teeth immediately after finishing, preparing for a fresh punishment for some new fault. Instead, mercifully, Master turns his attention to Mindy.

"And you, slave?"

"This slave's name is slave 0, Master." Mindy sounds as if she's crying. Master just smiles.

"You are both feeling rather deprived of water and food, yes? I have some good news. This is merely another effect of the simulation. I can flick a switch, and you will instantly be back to normal. But I do not feel like doing so, unless you do something for me, you understand?"

He grins, and I can tell exactly what is coming next.

"All you need to do is give me a blowjob. Just one of you has to do it, and then I will clear this effect from you. It is that simple. One slave serves me, and both are rewarded. So, the question is, which slut will give in to her desires first?"

I almost feel impressed at the man's brilliant ploy. If it just cured me of my deprivation, I wouldn't dare consider it. Submitting like that, I cannot make things so easy. But having a chance to help Mindy, and making sure it isn't her taking the monster's cock into her mouth... it would be genius, if it weren't so horrible to her.

We both hold firm, silent. Master beckons a random slave over, and she drops to her knees before him. She reaches into his robes, produces his cock. It is enormous, larger than I had anticipated. I have no experience, but I can tell from my cursory knowledge he is very well endowed. The slave immediately takes him into her mouth, somehow making the entire monster disappear. She fervently works with her mouth, reverently gazing up at Master. But his eyes are reserved for us, his newest meat.

"See, slaves, what your future entails. Soon you too will not hesitate to suck my cock, but for now your reluctance causes a need for punishment, I would say."

I brace for another gut-wrenching shock, but it doesn't arrive. Instead, a different slave takes the whip, and advances upon us. Master nods, and her whip strikes me on my breast, the jolt of it's harsh impact followed immediately by a horrifying shock spreading across my body. I scream helplessly, bucking against my restraints, right as the second lash impacts on my nipple.

I know it's not real. There is no whip, no heartless slave harming her own kind, no slave obediently sucking cock before me. This is all a sim, some illusion cooked up somehow. But the whip feels more real than anything in my life ever has, an agony of unbearable proportions. I wail, even as the punisher moves on to Mindy to repeat the treatment.

"You see, Slave 99? Failure to obey causes punishment." Mindy screams amidst a harsh crack. The agony is subsising, but that only reminds me of the fake hunger clawing my guts out. Mindy takes another blow, and screams even louder.

Then it's my turn, again, the whip repeating its cruelties in a cycle. Me, then Mindy. Each go feels harsher, the pain building. Before me, Master is getting maximal use from his slave, before eventually he cums, evident by his moans. His beautiful, beautiful moans, and the glee in the way she sighs as she swallows...

I don't know where that thought came from, and I clamp down on it. There is nothing beautiful about this monster, about him subjugating a woman so utterly. Well, a virtual woman, but close enough. Nothing gorgeous about the way a small trail of cum drips from her mouth...

Master moves away, leaving her obediently kneeling. He slowly steps forward, like a predator sneaking towards prey, but more to the point, he's stepping towards Mindy. In my heart, I know what is coming next: the cancellation of the offer. He's going to force Mindy to give him a blowjob, rape her, right in front of me. And theres only one thing I can do about it.

"This slave will do it, Master." I whimper, and Master halts. He grins again.

"Pardon, slave? Would you like to speak up?"

"No, Ven!" Mindy immediately catches onto my meaning. "Don't do it!"

"This slave will do it, Master." I repeat, louder for him. I've never given a blowjob before in my life, but it probably isn't that bad, right? And if it saves my sister from being forced into it...

"I'm sorry, slave. But I want something more... appropriate. Ask me to do it."

"Please, Master, can this slave give you a blowjob?"

"More enthusiastic, slut. Tell me how you really feel, deep down, about serving me." His demands make me furious. Forcing me to humiliate myself like this. Helpless, and with no choice but to debase myself. My only solace is that at least he isn't shocking me.

"Ven, don't do it! Don't give in!"

"Please, Master, this slave really wants to suck your cock."

"Getting there."

"This slutty slave wants your cock in her mouth so it can please you." My newest attemp at self degradation fails, but I feel a jolt through my body at the titlr I assign myself. Slutty slave.

"How much?" He doesn't seem to notice the break in his protocols, that I failed to call him Master. But I do, and remind myself to always give him what he wants. Then I realise: he's already making me submit to his rules unconsciously. How much longer before I start kicking myself for not letting him fuck me?

"More than anything else in the world, Master. Please, Master. Let this slave give you pleasure." I do my best to sell it, really begging him. Every word is a lie, but something deep down makes it feel like every repetition makes it a little more true. My cheeks burn red with humiliation at having to beg this monster in front of Mindy, whilst my cunt burns in an entirely different manner. Something in my mind reminds me of Master's promise to use a vibrator, and now I can't get that desire for passion out.

"And what would you be if you didn't give me what I deserve?"

I struggle for a half second, but I see his hand twitch towards the whip. My mind blurts out the response I'm formulating, to save the pain that will come with a longer wait.

"Worthless, Master. This slutty slave is only valuable when it has your cock in it."

"Good enough." Master strides towards me, and I am visually reminded just what I am dealing with.

"I'll do it!" Mindy cries out, but Master ignores her. His cock arrives just inches from my face, and I can smell nothing but him: an overpowering aura-like musk, that is intoxicatingly sweet. My cunt is flooding, as if his scent activates something inside me. I desperately try not to acknowledge that fact.

"Master, this slave has not sucked a cock before. It does not kn-" Master cuts me off by ramming his cock straight into my mouth, its length barreling through me and marching down my throat. His hand grabs the long half of hair, using it as a handle.

"Learn, slut."

He begins thrusting into my mouth, harshly, and it takes all of my strength to keep breathing against this invasion. I don't have any experience, but my brain goes into autopilot, my tongue lapping madly at his cock as it forces its way in again and again, my head under his control and forced to bob back. His precum touches my tongue, and the sensation blows me away. A joyous moan comes out of me involuntarily, and despite my best efforts I can't stop it escaping my mouth. My cunt is aflame with heat, as Master rocks my whole body with thrusts, his cock boring through my mouth again and again.

His cock tastes incredible, indescribably perfect. For a brief moment in time, I forget why I'm doing this, my body consumed by the thrill of service. I regain sense, but he's still using me like a toy, a plaything, something utterly without agency. My tongue seems to vibrate regardless of my intentions, and I realise that my augmentations go beyond piercings. My flesh is no longer my own, and is subordinate to my Master's desires.

He continues, my hair being used as nothing more than a handle. All I can do is kneel here, gasping for air and frantically using my tongue to serve him. Something in my head insists that this is my rightful place, being used. The thought causes my cunt to throb wildly at the thought, and I feel so close. Maybe I don't need the vibrator, maybe I can make it all by my self right now, if he just kept go-

He cums, and I struggle to gulp it down. Cum floods my mouth, and I race to swallow every drop. It tastes wonderful, addictively perfect, and I have no doubt it probably is. Sanity reasserts itself, and I recognise that this training probably wants me as a horny little cum addict, so I surrender quicker. But the fact is, it tastes so good right now, making me float on a high of pleasure. I am in a total haze, barely able to think straight.

Master clicks his fingers, and my deep hunger disappears in an instant. I have obeyed, and been rewarded. Half of me feels sick for surrendering like this, wilfully debasing myself. The other half is desperately happy, or horny, and begs for the vibrator to activate. I keep lapping at his cock, sucking every last drop from it, in the hopes of pleasing him. I look up with my best doe eyes, causing him to smile. I just want to please him, so he rewards me more and punishes me less.

Master pulls out, then looks to the silent Mindy, her face streaked with tears.

"I'm sorry, slave 0, but your failure to appreciate what your sister did for you is unacceptable. As punishment, you will not receive the same reward your sister had... unless." Master turns his head back to look at me, and I already know what he wants. And, more importantly, what I want.

"This slave wishes for it's Master's cock again. Please fuck this worthless slut and cum in it, Master." The haze may be clearing, but it's still there. I want the taste of his cum again. I want him to be pleased, so the burning inside me can be satisfied. I want him to turn on the vibrator. I want my sister to be rewarded. I keep telling myself that last reason is the priority.

"See, slave 0? Look how selfless your sister is. How obedient she is. She does what she is told, and loves it, doesn't she?"

"Yes Master." I barely get the line I know he wants out, before his cock rams me again.

The second time, he makes no thrusts into me, forcing me to do it all herself. I do my best, worshipping his cock, as if it's the most important thing in my life right now. The fact that it undeniably is, as is the man it is attached to, only makes things easier.

I gaze up into his eyes, trying to make my face the picture of pure submission. I don't know where my understanding of how to do this is coming from, but it is here, and it makes him happy. Combined with the guidance of his moans, drowning out my sobbing sister, I give what must be a very good service. I let him deep into my throat until I am choking, so I can give a lick to his balls. Master gives a particularly loud moan when my tongue reaches into his cock's head, followed by a pat on the head that makes me almost explode with sheer sexual excitement. My entire world telescopes into two things: my mouth, and my cunt.

Finally, I can feel him approaching climax. I brace myself for a flood of cum, but the instant before he withdraws with shocking speed. He cums across my body, the fluid coating my breasts, landing in her hair, or across my face.

"Thank you, Master." I whimper, tongue sneaking out for a split second to clear my lips of the cum deposited there. I can tell for certain now it's supposed to make me addicted, but I am already past the point of no return.

"Good girl." A deep thrill runs through me, and I realise something inside me had just been woken up. "Because you're such a good little slut, I'll let you clean my cock."

I don't feel like my affirmations are necessary this time, and simply open up to accept his cock. His wonderful cock, covered in his amazing cum... I don't realise exactly how greedy I am for it until he's withdrawing, and I feel upset that there is nothing more for me to consume.

"Good girl. You love my cum so much, don't you?" Master pats me on my head as he talks. I am not surrendering, not yet, hopefully not ever, but the way he pats me... I try to stitch together my defiant spirit with the increasingly loud portion of me that cries out for more submission. Something inside me is having a realisation, of deep deep joy at being praised like this, and I don't want to think any more about that. Or the overwhelming part that is begging for Master to activate the vibrator.

"Yes, Master. This slave loves your cum with all it's heart." It's meant as a lie, but I know as it leaves my lips that a growing chorus within agrees.

"You would like it cleaned off you, though, I assume?"

I pause, unsure of how to please him with an answer. An affirmative yes, while truthful, might be the opposite of what he wanted. Pleasing him makes it more likely I get the pleasure and release I'm desperate for, and the opposite of what he wanted was the way to being punished, and I don't want that. Maybe he's testing me by leaving it on me for a while, so I would be annoying him by saying yes. Gods, though, I don't want to be humiliated like this, and neither do I want his cum wasted.

After a few seconds of thinking, trying to put that very last thought out of my head, I realise the answer.

"This slave would like whatever it's Master wants."

Master smiles. He might be a monster, but he is so handsome.

"Well, slave 0." Master turns his attention to the silent Mindy. I look at her, and she stares at me in horror. "I think your sister likes the cum a bit, don't you? All of it, sitting on her like that. Just imagine her living the rest of her life like that, a cum-soaked slut. It would be so beautiful, wouldn't it?"

The open-ended finish to his words makes me realise a response from me is necessary.

"This slut would love that, Master." I reply. My body is desperate for release, all I have to do is please him...

Short, simple. And yet it utterly destroys my sister. She wails, and I realise with horror that to Mindy, it all looks like I have fully submitted. My begging for Master, it all looks real. She couldn't tell I was just doing an act, all to keep him from punishing me... and maybe make him activate the vibrator, or let me have his cum again. I don't dare admit that it may not entirely be an act.

Master has moved on, though, proceeding to Mindy. He whips her, and she screams.

"Silence, slave. I think it is your turn to do something for your sister. You will give me a blowjob, and in return I will have her cleaned. How does that sound?"

"I-this slave, this slave would appreciate that." Mindy is choking back tears, but she does her best to satisfy him. She then shrieks in pain.

"Try again, slave. You heard your sister beg, you can too. Oh, and before I forget." He clicks his fingers.

The vibrator activates, and my clitoris explodes in joyous relief. My body is smacked with waves of uncontrollable pleasure, and I begin using what little freedom of manoeuvre remains in my bindings to grind desperately against it, in hopes of enhancing my pleasure. Nearly lost in the chaos, a dildo somehow appears inside me, fucking me rigorously. I recognise this as an artifact of this simulation, before my remaining brain cells drain away in the throes of orgasm.

Everything disappears for me. The room, my restraints, the cum coating me. I become a being of pure pleasure, moaning and gasping uncontrollably in delight. It's like my entire life has been lived blind, and Master has finally liberated me. Every concern, fear, dread, all evaporates in an instant. My entire body feels orgasmic, joy rolling up my new spine ceaselessly.

This is the greatest experience of my life, and I'm having it chained and coated in cum. The side of me that insists on surrender becomes unbearably strong, my mind covered in visions of a life that is yet to be. Collared, fucked, used. Another slut in a collection.

If being a slave means getting to experience that, then I'll let him do anything to me, I think to herself. Then I try to dismiss that: I'm not meant to give in so early! I was supposed to fight!

What do you mean, so early? Something within replies. If you are going to give in regardless, why delay it?

No matter how hard I try to dismiss it instinctually, I can't. I can see full well how hopeless my position is. There is no escape, no matter what. And giving in means less suffering. It means more pleasure, like what I just had. It means tasting Master's cum, again. I know I'm just holding out due to pride. But then, what good did pride matter, if I would end up a slave regardless?

I push those thoughts aside. I can't give up yet, regardless. And yet, still those thoughts needle me. But right now, most of my thoughts are leaking out of my spasming cunt.

I don't know how long it takes, but when it's over, I am a gasping wreck, slumped in my bindings. I desperately breathe to force air into my lungs, as ecstasy still seems to course through my veins. I look to Mindy, and see she has been subject to the same trick by Master: first she swallowed, then was coated in his cum. Maybe it is the bizarre haze that I'm still trapped in, maybe it is something else, but gazing at my sister's cum soaked body, I can understand how attractive it is to Master to be like this.

"Master, may this slave ask a question?" I chance. I figure it might take my mind off this question.

"It is permitted, but I will punish you for wasting time on stupid matters."

"This slave wishes to know what changes have been made to it's flesh."

Master smiled.

"Very well. Hormonal implants, pleasure enhancement implants, a full oral package. That is what gave you the most confusion, yes? It is a collection of modifications, vibrators and sensitivity increasers and so on, that make you far more enjoyable. Your spine makes you stronger, healthier, and more sensitive. And of course, I chose some aesthetic changes."

"This slave is thankful for it's master's alterations." It is only a partial lie, as right now I do appreciate some much more than others.

"Good. You. Clean slave 99."

The nude slave, the girl with blue braids, moves unquestioningly to me. She gets down on her knees, and proceeds to gently kiss me, licking the cum from my face. I've never been kissed by anyone before, and while I know full well that she is simply obeying orders, I am uncontrollably flustered by this beautiful woman kissing me. Something in my brain seizes control, and I kiss back. The slave freezes for a second, unsure how to proceed, before returning it.

My lips meet hers, and they kiss fervently, my body on total autopilot. The slave's lips permit her tongue, still bearing Master's cum, and I feel I could explode with joy. I greedily lap at the cum, and get that incredible high again, before my partner breaks away. I want to cry out, to scream in frustration, as my autopilot body swallows the sweet sweet cum, but the slave is just proceeding to clean the rest of my flesh.

That part of me I tried to suppress earlier returns. It screams at me to submit, to give in, and I can offer no new argument. This incredible feeling... I realise, no matter how much I want to deny it, I am doubly in love. My Master, and my fellow slave.

"Ah, most wonderful." Master spoke, his cock burying itself in Mindy's mouth for a third time. I am wrenched back into my situation once more: I am shackled, my sister was giving a blowjob to our owner, and yet I've just had my first ever bisexual experience. My slave partner keeps moving, uncaring. "I did not expect slave love this soon, I will admit. But I am delighted to see you... connect with slave Anna."

Anna. So I have a name for my love. Was it love? Or is it a slave, obeying orders, and poor tortured and confused me desperately clinging to this? Anna begins to lick my breasts, sensually, and I decide I don't care what it is. I just want more.

"This slave enjoys the presence of slave Anna, and would like more."

"I am afraid your training takes priority, slave 99. But I will ensure Anna is available for future training. Your sister is not a natural bisexual, so Anna may make a handy training aid."

I would have been appalled at yet more casual ventilation of my sister's sexuality, but I do not care. There are two things I can think about right now: Slave Anna's beautiful breathing in my ear, and Master's cock.

I need it. I need him. I need to serve him, to pleasure him. Visions of me dressed in matching harnesses with Anna, both of us taking turns to service Master's cock, flash through my head. My cunt grows unbearably hot, every inch of me screaming out in demand for this vision to be made real. My wetness, meanwhile... I could not describe just how soaked I am. I know there could be only one release, but how to accomplish it, I don't dare admit.

That question comes up, again. The idea of holding out. I know resistance is futile, but I want to be noble. To be brave. To hold out until I am over, until Vanessa has been destroyed and defeated, and a horny brainwashed slutty slave has been forcibly imposed on my body. To have honour and dignity in defeat. They must kill Vanessa for Slave 99 to rise in her place.

But what honour and dignity is there? I am trapped, regardless. My fight will never be known by any non-digital soul. I will emerge a slut, a whore, a cock-obsessed slave ready to utterly debase herself, trapped in a palace in the heart of an empire. Why resist? Why don't I give up?

I could enjoy it. Trick myself to, learn to. Then I would survive, some remnant of the Vanessa of 24 hours ago would persist. I would live, and I would enjoy my new existence.

I realise I want it. I want to be brainwashed. I want to be that slut, that slave. I want my Master to collar me and shock me and whip me and fuck me. I want to live, as a slave.

But, what now? How to express this? Do I-

"This worthless slave begs you to cum inside it, Master!" I stun myself with the words flowing from my lips, and yet I know them undeniably to be true. "Please fuck this slut senseless, Master!"

My enthusiasm seems to take Master by surprise, too. He takes it in his stride, though, removing himself from Mindy as she bursts into tears once more. With a wordless command, slaves attend me, freeing me from my restraints. But I know my place now, my value. I remain still, unflinching, awaiting an order.

"On the bed, slut."

Instantly, my body moves to obey. I don't know much about sex, only from my education and the occasional porn, but I have gathered enough. I proceed to the bed, bending over and exposing my desperate cunt to the room. Without delay, Master fixes that problem, and I feel as though I have ascended into heaven. Just the mere act of penetration seems to fill a void that I had never noticed, but always present. I am about to say as much, but he begins to thrust into me.

"Oh fuck!" I half moan, half scream, as I am railed into the bed. Master places a hand upon my butt, another on my back, as he fucks me rapidly and relentlessly, my flesh yielding without hesitation to the delights. My world becomes a blur, my mind feeling as if it's dissolving with pleasure at the experience. All I can do is be shoved into the bed in front of the other slaves, moaning and begging for more. "Fuck this slave harder, Master!"

He slaps me, on my ass. Hard. It hurts, so much, but it sends an electric pulse through me that is undeniable in its joy.

"Thank you, Master!"

The sound of the second hit echoes around the room like a gunshot. My body is being flooded with pleasure, and in a split second of lucidity, I realise likely also an irresistible cocktail of hormones and other drugs to enhance this moment. The third spank brings a unbeatable joyousness that can only be the result of some drug, but I don't care. I just want more, I want to obey.

"Thank you Master!"

My entire world fixates on him, mostly his cock. His spare hand migrates from my back to my hair, grabbing it and pulling on it, bending my head to his will. It only sends me into a deeper fervour, as I understand that no part of me is beyond his control. All of it will be forced to obey him, and all of it will be perfect. My destiny presents itself, my entire life's purpose revealed by the cock relentlessly pushing me into the bed.

Every sensation in my body is replaced with purest exaltation. Something more than just an orgasm, more potent than my experience on the vibrator or with Anna. It is the experience of knowing my place, of becoming one with my purpose. Total servitude, complete obedience. Utter love for my Master, the man who has enslaved and trapped and brainwashed me. But I want to be his brainwashed slave. Lucidity returns, and praises the drugs I am being turned compliant with.

It might be hours. Days. Weeks, even. I don't know, and I don't care. But I can feel him pulsing inside me, and I know he's cumming inside me. It breaks me from my exaltation, and unleashes a orgasm of torrential proportions. It's like something has detonated inside me, every nerve alive with near-agonising levels of pleasure, my body's nervous system overwhelmed by an experience I know is categorically impossible, and yet is certainly happening to me right now.

From my lips flows a cacophony of moans and screams and gasps, the language of a slave in total submission. My body spasms and jerks beyond any hint of control, neurons firing in a mad rush to commit this awe-inspiring moment to memory. I know that once I leave this simulation, I will never feel this again, so I try to luxuriate in every millisecond of this rapturous bliss, to hold forevermore every tiny detail. But I also refuse to forget just who granted me this perfection.

It ends, eventually, as all delight must. I lay motionless except for my desperate gasping for air. Then Master releases his grip on my hair, and withdraws from me. I whine, uncomprehending of why someone so evidently perfect would do such a thing. I need him to fuck me, to rule me, to own me.

Master grants my wish in an instant, grabbing me and flipping me onto my front. My breasts are on full display, and I can see his flawless body, his perfected face, looming over me as he enters me again. He claims utter dominion over me with thrust after thrust, grabbing and toying with the breasts he has chosen for me. I have to pretend they are mine, really, because it's obvious how absurd that idea is. For them to be mine would imply I own them, and that can't be right, because a slave can never own anything. They can only be owned, as I am being owned right now.

Legs lock around him, desperately clutching to my Master. He towers over me, but begins to lean towards me. I obey in advance, something inside me telling me what comes next. My mouth opens, tongue wide to receive the spit he delivers with full force, and perfect accuracy. The opening of my mouth lets more desperate moans escape, and I briefly consider Mindy. She is barely visible, Master's perfect body blocking my view, but I can see enough to know that she is broken. All I wish for her in this moment is that she will receive Master's all-consuming pleasure.

Master jams his fingers inside, and I suck lovingly. This is my life. My crowning achievement. To be full like this is to be locked in a sensation of divine and infinite splendour.

Every thrust, every beat of the rhythm to which I am fucked, convinces me of my place. I am his, to be fucked and shaped as he wishes. Master cums, again and again, and so too do I, my life surrendered entirely to his will. Every change of position becomes only a brief interruption to the highlight of my life.

Fuck. Submit. Cum. Fuck. Submit. Cum. Fuck. Submit. Cum cum cum. Submit.

When it ends, eventually, I am clambering off him, having straddled him for the past few rounds of who knows how many total. Master has made me work for my orgasms, and I am happy to provide.

I descend to the floor, kneeling before him. Cum is leaking from me, dripping to the floor, staining my thighs in conjunction with my own juices. My ass is also red, having been thoroughly spanked and whipped again and again. I ignore it, gazing up into my Master's eyes.

Mindy has gone. Vanished into thin air. Master hasn't explained, because a slut like me doesn't deserve it, but I guess she was never there. Just another trick of the simulation, to get me to accept my fate. I hope that she's already broken, so she can experience what I have.

Master stands, once again looming over me. I don't know how anyone could be so tall without being a god, and him being such is something my addled mind has already decided upon. Maybe the real Him is shorter, or maybe he is even greater in person. In my state, I could probably be convinced the real Master can fly. Down he looks at me, utterly in control.

"What do you wish for, slave?" He asks me, a question piercing right to the heart. The real answer is a thousand rounds of the sex we just had, but I know there is another answer to give.

I have surrendered. That has been obvious for a long time. But I can't call myself what I am, a slave, when I am missing something still.

"Collar this slave, Master. Make it yours."

One of the slaves bearing a tray from her breasts appears, and Master removes a small leather collar. It's not much, and it certainly doesn't match the ostentatiousness of the other collars in the room. But it is for me, and that is what matters.

I provide myself, my neck clearly accessible to him. Master's strong hands grip me, emplacing the collar around me and securing it. Somehow, it tightens itself around me, and I know that I will never again have a say in what goes around my neck. I have surrendered one of my freedoms, the freedom to choose, and been rewarded with Master's control tightening. It thrills me.

I am a slave. A desperate, horny fucktoy, ready to sign away her entire existence to become a part of a collection. I will become yet another ornament, a statistic, in a collection of unimaginable scale.

Master looks down at me, and I, Slave 99, look up, waiting. Then he presents his cock, and I obey once more.