Story guidelines:  This story is told in the third person narrative. The story contains topics including hypnotism, drugs, brain washing, breast enlargement, mind control, rape and features domination of females plus other subjects. If you're familiar with MC stories it's sort of like The Club. Where possible, an attempt has been made to stay within the bounds of scientifically and mechanically possible guidelines. There is a point where the story radically diverges at a tangent into science fiction and science fantasy. At that point it's obviously not possible to stick with the scientific approach so the author has settled for keeping things from getting too weird. The story has been left open ended so that it is possible to add to it over time. This does not mean that the author intends to continue the story thread but does allow continuation by others (including the author if he so desires). This story is written in fragments rather than from start to end. This should allow good story points to be injected when thought of.

From the author:  Recently I've been wondering why people haven't written stories along particular lines. To this end, I decided to start this story. I think I can write a reasonable voyeuristic story, the sex parts I don't know about. So if you find the sex parts crummy I make no apology. All readers should note that this work is not nor is it intended to be of any literary merit.

Chapter 1: Capture!

Sue Dalzell was a good looking woman. 28 years old and a graduate of business school, she felt that her life was definitely headed in the right direction.  The comely blonde had a good job, a boyfriend and a great family. But something was about to happen to the young woman that would change her life forever as she walked into along the busy street.

Lurking just around the corner was an agent. He looked much the stereo typical secret variety as he was wearing a trench coat, hat and dark glasses.  Hardly surprising in the middle of winter. However the man was a procurement agent (of sorts). Whatsmore he had orders to procure Sue Dalzell. Knowing the route that she would take to the bus stop after work, he had waited patiently in the recessed door of an alley she frequently used as a shortcut.

Sue saw the man as she entered the alley. She watched as he casually lit a cigarette and took a long drag. It was obvious that he wasn't a hobo or mugger judging by the expensive cut of his clothing but Sue decided to give the man a wide berth anyway. She'd only got 5 feet past him when he called out:

"Excuse me miss but I think you've just dropped something."

Turning to look at the man, Sue suddenly found herself surrounded by a billowing cloud. She couldn't help but gasp for breath and she inhaled a lungful of the still expanding cloud as well. Surprisingly, it didn't smell of smoke but more like the water saturated air of a foggy day. As her mind fought to come to grips with the situation suddenly thrust upon her, her perception of reality seemed to slowly shrink away until it seemed like a movie where she was looking through the eyes of someone else unable to move or change anything.

The agent had repeated the series of actions many times. Always using the same ploy of calling to the target before throwing the glass ball between her feet. He had been told that the ball contained a chemical compound called Zombeline. Whether this was the case or not didn't interest him. What he was interested in were the practical effects of the compound. The thin glass would shatter on impact with the ground. Reacting with the air, the chemical would produce a thick smokelike effect quickly  surrounding the target. The smoke had 2 other properties. It rendered the target in a zombielike state for up to 30 minutes and the cloud dissipated quickly after it's initial use leaving no trace.

"Too easy." thought the agent as he strode purposefully forward and grasped Sues hand. Obediently she followed him as he strode back the way she'd entered the alley. Thirty seconds after the agent had called to Sue, the only thing that remained of the incident was the broken glass of what appeared to be a light bulb on the ground of the alley. To the outside observer, the couple walking hand in hand were simply strolling off home after a hard days work.

The agent had carried out many similar abductions. Like this one, all had gone without a hitch. Following his usual routine, he quickly relocated to another alley a few blocks away and dosed the target with an injection of the chemical. Being in liquid form, it was more powerful and would keep his victim zombielike and compliant for several hours. Still leading her around
by the hand, the agent lead Sue through a series of trains, taxis, department stores and eventually a bus that deposited them in the suburbs.  The roundabout journey was intended to shake off any pursuit that might have witnessed the abduction.

Arriving at a rather non-descript house in the suburbs, Sue followed the agent inside. The interior was in keeping with the outside - tidy but obviously aging. Still under the effects of the injection, Sue stopped where she was standing as soon as the agent released her hand. Despite her zombielike state, the agent had not yet asked or instructed her to do anything. He quickly rectified that situation.

"Strip." He commanded curtly.
 

Chapter 2: Pickup and Delivery

Standing naked before him, the agent silently admired the curves of Sue's perfect body. Unfortunately, his employers would be less than pleased if he indulged himself with this helpless fuck toy in front of him. For this reason he rarely sampled the "merchandise". However, today he felt like having a little fun. And besides he still had a half an hour so he thought "What the
hell!"

Watching Sue strip off her street clothing to reveal a lingerie ensemble straight out of Frederick's had had a noticeable effect on the agent. So much so that he'd seriously considered interrupting her involuntary striptease while she was only semi clothed. However, he reasoned that his employers preferred their merchandise to be delivered nude so she'd be naked eventually anyway.

Sue Dalzell had a body that most women would kill for. She had a perfect hourglass figure with slim tapering legs, medium size breasts and a fair unblemished complexion that could have gotten her on the cover of any of the better fashion magazines. The flair of her hips tended to accentuate the very light covering of hair on her pussy. She was also one of those rare creatures
that is naturally beautiful. She had been the object of many a late night male fantasy. These facts were not lost on the agent.

"Not a bad piece" he thought. "Spread your legs" he added audibly.

Mindlessly, Sue did as she was bid placing her feet wider on the sparsely carpeted floor.

The agent regarded Sue thoughtfully as he approached. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman. His line of work tended to discourage close relationships. In fact the last time had been a quickie in a deserted warehouse he'd had on impulse using his special tools and talents. The fact that the woman had not participated willingly or actually remembered anything about
him or the incident didn't bother him one iota.

As an agent with many years experience, he was careful about 2 things: never be identified and never piss off his employer. For that reason he rarely actually penetrated his playthings or marked them in any way. That wouldn't stop him from introducing this one to several of his favorite perversions though.

Carefully he cupped each of her breasts in turn savoring the delicious warmth and weight of them. The nipples softened under his ministrations and he noticed her breathing increase in rapidity. Slowly he lowered his mouth to her right breast and gently licked the around the nipple before sucking it within his mouth. She tasted just like honey.

Using his hand, he reached for her other breast and began to knead and fondle it, rolling the nipple between his fingers. His other hand was already busy pumping the helpless womans pussy. Being on a tight schedule, he reluctantly disengaged from her breasts and knelt on the floor bringing his face level with Sue's pussy.

Burying his face between her legs, he uses his tongue to explore the nether regions of his catatonic lover. She was already damp from his previous attentions in that area. In the depths of her unconscious mind, she realized she was involved in sex and slowly at first began to thrust and gyrate her hips trying to draw his tongue deeper into her.

An outsider looking in would see an incredible sight. An incredibly beautiful woman standing nude in the middle of the room, a blank look on her face and arms hanging loosely at her sides involuntarily thrusting her hips forward into a mans face. It is a situation that the agent is quite used to. Many beauties have bucked helplessly under his control.

Suddenly Sue let out a loud groan. Her attacker senses her thigh and pussy muscles clenching as she climaxes deeply. Her satisfaction is not one of his concerns. Reminded of his own need, he quickly stands and instructs Sue to kneel and open her mouth. He proceeds to slide his now engorged member into the slick depths of her throat.

Frantically pumping back and forth, it doesn't take long for him to reach a pinnacle. With a loud yell, he shoots his load into her waiting mouth. Surprisingly, the mindless girl swallows his entire load unbidden. Only a slight slickness remains upon her lips in evidence of their activities.  Evidence which is quickly erased by the agents handkerchief.

Checking his watch, the agent is relieved that he still has 5 minutes before his "package" is to be shipped. Instructing her to stand he inspects every square inch of her for any clue as their activities. Satisfied, he notes that her body has calmed down such that she is no longer aroused.

Taking Sue's hand, the agent lead her down to the basement. The chill of the dank air making her exposed nipples pucker.

Like the rest of the house, the basement is virtually bare. The basement of an occupied house would normally be filled full of assorted household rubbish and disused mechanical equipment. Although still having the miscellaneous heating pipes and obligatory dirt and grime, this basement had something not found in other run down houses. It resembled the end of a medium sized sewer pipe sticking out of one wall with a hinged hatch on the end much like the end of a torpedo tube in a submarine.

The agent took special care loading his mindless, nude "guest" onto a stretcher. He carefully strapped Sue in using restraints attached to the stretcher frame. Regarding her regretfully, the agent fondled her breasts and pussy one last time before sliding the stretcher neatly and soundlessly into a clear hollow cylinder. Closing and locking the end of the cylinder, the agent carefully loaded the entire assembly into the pipe. Taking one last glance at Sue's naked form through the clear perspex before pushing the cylinder all of the way in. The cylinder is a perfect fit within the pipe thanks to several sets of o-rings that encircle each end.

Closing the pipe door, the agent turns to a control panel next to it.  Manipulating several controls, and finally pressing a button there is a sudden whoosh of compressed air to mark the departure of his "guest". The way the equipment worked was a mystery to the agent. The house was his "drop-off point", a place where his "merchandise" entered a new life. The house was
always empty and a new cylinder was always waiting when he arrived.

Consulting his watch again, the agent tossed up between downing a few beers at his favorite watering hole or cruising the streets to find a suitable (but not necessarily willing) companion to spend a few pleasurable hours with. The session with his last assignment has definitely made him hungry for more.  In the end, the beer wins. "Besides" he mused wryly, "beer is easier to get!"

Unbeknown to the agent, the tube end operated much like the pneumatic message tubes found in older department stores, albeit on a much larger scale. The other end of the tube terminated in the basement of a large warehouse several blocks
away. The warehouse was actually a receiving point for several of the pipes.  When received, the cylinders were quickly loaded into the back of a truck and transported by road to a private airport and flown to a remote tropical island.  Of course, none of this made a shred of difference to the insensible cargo.
 

Chapter 3: The grand tour

Sues first real moment of sensibility found her in a room seemingly as a part of a large group of women lined up and standing to military-like attention.  Looking about, Sue could see that she was standing in the second rank. In front  of the first rank was a walkway and beyond that many more ranks of women facing towards her. It was impossible to judge the number of ranks by looking at them (actually it was 10).

Although the women appeared to be standing at attention, it was in fact an illusion. All of the women were supported by a plastic stand which rose up behind their backs. Their feet were hooked into the bottom of the stand which was not actually vertical but slightly slanted backward giving it's living model a somewhat canted view. Not that the women were able to look at much anyway. All of the women had their eyes closed, their bodies not slack but maintaining the "at attention" look thanks to the stand.

What tended to discourage the military look of the group was the clothing. Many of the women were dressed (barely). They were attired in all manner of sexy lingerie from Babydoll Nighties to Camisoles etc. The spectrum of color ran riot with black Teddies, red garters, matching underwear sets etc. The remainder of the women were nude. Looking at herself, Sue found she had been completely stripped and was as naked as the day she was born.

The walkway was obviously meant as an inspection way as Sue soon saw a man saunter down it inspecting the rows of insensible women. Sue thought he wasn't bad looking with a firm jaw, tousled dark hair and an air of superiority that translated into the way he strode forward. He stopped as soon as he saw Sue was conscious. Of all the women in the room, it appeared that she was the only one that had regained her senses.

"Good morning!" the man greeted her "I'm Dr Paul Zikkem, director of this facility. I'm sure you'll have many questions that you'll want answered. If you'd like to accompany me, we'll see if we can sate your curiousity."

Sue attempted to reply but found that she was only able to manage a feeble croak.

"Unfortunately, the vocal cords tend to tighten up if not used for a while." explained Zikkem. "If you'll come with me, we'll get you something for that throat."

Sue found it difficult to extract herself from the stand supporting her. Not only was the angle such that it did not give much leverage for leaving it's support but she also found her legs unaccountably weak. Sue didn't much like the idea of going with this strange man but she reasoned it was the only way she would find out what was going on.

Finally extracting herself from the stand, Sue walked between the ranks of women. Her bare feet feeling decidedly cold on the uncarpeted linoleum floor. Following Zikkem down the walkway, Sues padding footsteps contrasted markedly with Zikkems solidly resounding ones.

Leading her into a small waiting room with a panoramic view of the ranks of nubile women, Zikkem ushered her into a chair. He mixed up and handed Sue a small glass of liquid explaining "It'll help your voice recover."

Sue hesitated before downing the liquid. She wasn't happy about accepting anything from a total stranger, let alone this strange man in this strange place.

"Don't worry, if I wanted to do anything to you, I wouldn't use that method." said Zikkem.

"You're probably wondering where you are." he continued. "Years ago, as a struggling student I eked out a living as an intern at one of the local hospitals. The work was long and hard and the pay was lousy. One day, I had decided there had to be a better way to earn a living. Sex was an obvious subject as it's something that everyone wants but noone will admit to wanting.  In particular the male sex drive is quite rapacious. With a great deal of research, I eventually discovered a method of controlling the female mind."

Zikkem beamed at her and resumed. "Using this method, I set up shop here.  Graduates from this facility staff brothels, gentlemens clubs and strip joints in many parts of the world. We do a roaring trade. Our girls are sought after by many establishments. Sometimes we also do 'specials' for a particular customer."

"Take the case of these 3 ladies here." he said as he gestured out to the rows of inanimate women, indicating 3 women nearest to the window. The first, a completely nude buxom blonde had an absolutely huge pair of breasts that Sue couldn't believe. They were covered with light freckles and capped by large aeolae. The very light covering of blonde hair on her pussy identified her as a 'true' blonde. She had a very curvy figure and exuded an air of sexual availability despite the fact she was obviously unconscious.

The second was an older willowy brunette posed in a see through babydoll nightie which left nothing to the imagination. Every hair and fold of her pussy was visible through the sheer material. Her breasts although nothing in comparison with the blondes were firm and inviting. Her face was that of a smiler and Sue found herself imagining a broad grin on the currently slack face.

The last was obviously a teenager. Her pert breasts not yet having reached the full bloom of womanhood. Her long brunette hair was tied back into a ponytail. She had been allowed the sanctity of a wispy pair of blue bikini panties to cover her modesty. The calm expression on her face seemed somehow to suit her.

"These ladies belong to one of our clients." Explained Zikkem. "They're his mistress, his wife and his daughter respectively. He was having an affair and his wife found out and threatened to leave him. He then discovered that his mistress was seeing other men and had every intention of discontinuing the relationship. He'd heard about our facility and asked if we'd do them. We threw the daughter in as a bonus. She'll make some man very happy one day.

"When we've finished with them, they'll be programmable sex toys without a thought in their brainless heads." said Zikkem gazing out the window lovingly at the unconscious bodies behind the window.

"It's quite common actually." Concluded Zikkem. "Many men come to us wanting their wives, ex-wives or daughters turned into mindless sex-toys. I think it may be a bit of a turn-on seeing a domineering woman turned into a brainless whore."

"If you're wondering why you feel so calm, it's because the potion you drank included a relaxation agent." Said Zikkem changing the subject. "I'll take you on a tour of the facility if you wish. There's a robe in the closet for you."

Sue, who was still completely stunned from what she'd just heard could only trail behind Zikkem as he strode through the door. Her voice still hadn't returned and she hadn't seen any other doors that might lead to a chance to escape. Escape would probably be impossible anyway as her legs were still weak despite her ability to walk.

Zikkem paused on the walkway in front of the inanimate body of the teenager he'd been discussing earlier. Deliberately he stepped up beside her, reached up and cupped her right breast. The girls face remained calm and impassive as Zikkem began to fondle the now responding nipple. Abandoning her breast, Zikkem slid his hand down her torso until his fingers reached the elastic of her meagre panties. Sliding his fingers under the elastic, he palmed the girls pussy as he began to stimulate her.

It wasn't long before the girls unconscious body responded. A muskiness filled the air and a damp patch appeared on the girls panties. Removing his hand, Zikkem wiped his fingers on the the materal covering the girls slender ass.  Giving her a gentle pat on the hip, Zikkem again to saunter down the rows of his "toys" tossing back to Sue "It'll do her some good." Meaning his
masturbation of the helpless girl.

"Oh, before I forget to tell you this is our display room." Said Zikkem. We use it to store new recruits or for viewing purposes. Our customers usually prefer to see what they're buying."
 

Chapter 4: Boy! Is Sue In Trouble Now!
 

The tour continued on. This part of the processing facility had the look of a hospital - a really expensive one. In point of fact, it looked better than a hospital. Real hospitals are always cluttered with expensive looking equipment, plenty of sick people and junk. The processing facility still had that overall white look that extended to the leotard uniforms of the women staff and the
expensive equipment but that was where the similarity ended. The equipment was neatly stowed on purpose built shelves and racks. There wasn't a thing in the room that didn't seem to have somewhere to go.

The room was filled with beautiful women. Sue noted that they could easily be separated into 2 distinct categories. The female staff were easily identifiable by the white skin tight leotards that they wore. They were also busy attending to the second category of occupants in the room. The second category were quite obviously the newly arrived recruits. Naked, most of them were seated in chairs similar to those ergonomically designed ones that you find in trendy computer stores. The difference being that the seat was built more like a hump which forced the seated woman to straddle it much like a horse saddle. A few of the
many chairs were unoccupied and Sue noticed that they all had a small hole in the saddle-like seat.

All the new recruits had a similar blank look on their beautiful faces. All the seated girls had what appeared to be a narrow strip of bright white light with a slight blue tinge shining into their faces centering on their eyes. It appeared to be coming from a ceiling mounted projector placed above and forward of each seat.

Suddenly a door opened and a very pretty blonde was pushed in a wheelchair. She was completely naked. She was quickly wheeled over next to one of the empty seats and two of the staff members walked over and began assisting the girl out of the wheelchair. The girl didn't struggle at all and in fact didn't even acknowledge anything happening to her or anything in the room. She stared blankly ahead, allowing the staff members to work with and position her as they chose.

The staff members began speaking to the girl and the speaker set under the window Sue was looking through mimicked the sound rather muffled. It sounded almost as if one were speaking to a kitten or other pet.

The mesmerized blonde allowed herself to be led unresistingly over to the unoccupied chair and the two staff members busied themselves getting her seated and tucking her legs under her. Zikkem chose that moment to interject.

"We call them training chairs." he said.

"I think you'll find this quite interesting." he continued gesturing towards the blonde.

One of the staff members was now standing behind the seated blonde holding what appeared to be a good size dildo. The other staff member stood in front of the girl and placed her hands on the blondes hips. In a practiced motion, the staff member behind smeared a jelly on the dildos tip and then knelt down and fitted the dildo underneath into the seats hole that Sue had seen earlier and pushed upwards. Meanwhile, the other staff member was busy wiggling the girls hips to and fro allowing the dildo to fully penetrate it's helpless victim.

All during this procedure, the naked blonde didn't so much as blink even though Sue winced at the sight of it. Almost finished, the staff member behind the blonde quickly twisted the dildo to lock it into the chair and attached an umbilical cord from the floor to the base of the dildo. Standing she gestured to another staff member standing in front of a large console who flicked a
switch. A strip of light illuminated the blondes eyes and the staff member quickly withdrew.

With a shock Sue realized that all of the seated girls in the room must be similarly impaled. Although nothing had changed in the blondes demeanor, Sue sensed something was different.

Zikkem confirmed this by saying "Now that the candidate is safely seated in the training chair, we can start the processing properly. The dildo is not just a sex toy but a highly sophisticated piece of apparatus. It can not only stimulate but is also able to dispense fast dissolving drugs and monitor the subjects sexual state. The light in their eyes is tuned exactly to the same frequency of each candidates brain. By introducing certain sub frequencies to block out unwanted thoughts, we can actually control their thoughts, desires and actions."

He continued "Each candidate will spend 3 days here after which they will be taken to our research section for full testing. They will be tested not only for their absorption of our processing but also for their sexual skills.  Depending on the outcome they might return here to be reprocessed or dispatched to several outlets we support."

He inclined his head into the room at a gorgeous sandy haired blonde with shoulder length hair and large breasts. "Tara over there is on her second visit. She's quite strong willed but we believe in a green environment so she won't be wasted." he joked.

The black humor was lost on Sue who decided that the comment didn't rate the negative response he was trying to force from her.
 

Chapter 5: The finished product

The next room they entered was a lavishly appointed office. It was much like what would be expected for a top chief executive of a large corporation. Along one wall was a fully stocked bookcase. Upon closer inspection, it contained a wide cross section of reading material. Much of it was either classical or by prominent authors. The names H G Wells and Mark Twain could be seen on some of the books by virtue of the large printing on the spines. Obviously reprints despite their apparent age Sue speculated.

Another wall was decorated with a number of framed certificates. Interestingly, the name of the individual on them was either missing or had been deleted. The opposing wall sported an extremely well appointed bar and right next to it a full wall to ceiling control panel of some sort. It was packed with lights, buttons and looked extremely purposeful. The fourth wall was somewhat of a disappointment after the bustling business of the other walls. Where a true CEO would have a magnificent view from the top floor of his corporate headquarters, there was what appeared to be a huge blank movie screen.

In the centre of the room was a huge black glass topped desk. Other than a pen holder and a telephone, the desk top was empty. Zikkem strode behind the desk and motioned Sue to a comfortable looking chair in front.

"As you can see, our processing methods are very thorough." said Zikkem.  "Unfortunately, they only affect matters of the mind. Sometimes mother nature was looking the other way when our candidates were getting their endowments."

"Boobs you mean." interrupted Sue.

"Errrr crudely put but quite correct." continued Zikkem. "Our customers tend to prefer their women to be feminine in every respect so we've developed a process to enhance mother nature. I'll show it to you."

With that he pressed his forefinger on a slightly lighter colored square on the desktop. Sue was quite impressed as a view screen and lit touchpad keyboard suddenly lit up under the desks transparent surface. A couple of keypresses brought the screen behind Zikkem to life. Reaching under the desk, Zikkems hand returned holding a complicated remote control that he'd pulled out from a concealed drawer. He quickly rolled the chair he was sitting in to one side to afford Sue a better view and pointed the remote just below the screen on the wall. Zikkem pressed a number of buttons on the remote control.

"Must be selecting the correct tape" thought Sue (correctly as it happens).

A small square about 12 inches by 24 inches in the middle of the screen flickered for a moment and then settled to show a half naked woman struggling under a heavily muscled attacker. The woman (almost a girl actually) was screaming loudly as the man on top of her managed to strip the remainder of her underclothes off and started to thrust wildly between her lewdly splayed legs. She......

"Oooops, wrong tape" said Zikkem. "Wait a moment." He quickly pressed another sequence of buttons on the remote control and a test pattern appeared on the view screen. It was quickly followed by a title screen which stated "Training Film, Breast Enlargement Process, subject 24159 Wendy Potts" followed by a date. Sue studied the date and discovered it was less than 6 months previously.

The title screen lingered for a short while and then faded into a view of the inside of one of the rooms within the complex. In the centre of the room was a young woman who couldn't have been a day older than 25. Like the women Sue had seen earlier, the pretty brunette was completely naked and was sitting (if that's what you could call it) in what was obviously one of the training
chairs. From the similar room that Sue had seen, she assumed that the womans pussy was filled with a phallus that projected from the chairs centre and that she was currently undergoing training.

The camera started a dramatic zoom which finished highlighting the womans face and vacantly staring eyes as a professionally sounding voice over began.

"Candidates are assessed upon arrival for the potential size of their breasts. All candidates complete their processing as at least a C cup. In this case, given her mature age it was determined that she was unlikely to grow any further. As a result of this decision, she was given injections of the appropriate drug at the beginning of the 3rd processing stage. The camera cut away to a view of the woman from the waist up. Also now on the picture in the bottom left corner was a timer displaying hours, minutes and seconds. "The picture has been speeded up to give you a better appreciation of the procedure." the voice over announced.

As Sue watched, the counter began to rapidly increase. The hour figure increased by the second and the minute and second counters were changing so quickly that they were unreadable. The catatonic womans breasts were growing rapidly as the counter increased. Differing technicians could be seen rapidly racing around in the background carrying out their assigned tasks. The counter suddenly stopped when it reached 72 hours and Sue could see that the woman had grown to an estimated D cup.

"As you can see, this subject has now grown to a D cup Thanks to a combination of our processing and drugs, the subject will shortly be sent from this facility as a big titted bimbo absolutely under the control of anyone who wishes to command her." Stated the voice over.

The screen slowly faded to black and Zikkem pressed a button once the picture had completely faded out. "Pretty impressive isn't it?" he said.

The calming drug must have worn off as Sue found herself able to vent her feelings at Zikkem "Impressive? I think you're a sick pervert who should be locked up in a rubber room!"

Zikkem studied her carefully for a moment unmoved by her outburst. "You know" he said "my assistant used to think the same way you did. It took quite a lot to bring her around." With that he gestured towards the door with his right hand. Sue glanced at the door and then did a double take as she recognized the woman standing there. It was subject 24159 Wendy Potts!
 

Chapter 6: Processing

There was no doubt about it, it was the woman from the training film! Like the other staff members Sue had seen, she was wearing a skin tight white leotard which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The curves of her body could be seen through the sheer cut of the garment as could the prominence of her nipples and the mat of her pubic hair. Sue noticed an enameled badge pinned to the shoulder strap of the leotard. It contained what appeared to be some form of bar code on it. On her face was an ingratiating smile that was obviously meant to please whoever she was serving.

However, most of this was lost on Sue. What captured most of her attention was the object in the girls' right hand. The object was some form of gun. It was patently obvious even to Sues' untrained eye that it wasn't a firearm, though it undeniably had a grip, a trigger and produced something undesirable. The worse part was that it was also obvious that the undesirable end was pointed directly at Sue.

Without looking at her, Zikkem said "Ahhh Wendy, there you are." Directing his attention at Sue, Zikkem continued. "I'm sorry my dear but my time is at a premium and I believe your allocation of it is at an end."

Suddenly realizing that a critical point had been reached, Sue tried to break and run. Almost in a panic she tried to charge down the girl with the gun.  The girl sidestepped quickly, brought the gun up and pulled the trigger.  There was a muffled Phut! like a silenced gun in a Hollywood movie. Sue felt a momentary pain in her leg. Looking down she saw a small dart lodged in her leg.

Sue didn't even have a chance to protest as the fast acting drug dissolved into her bloodstream. She was out cold before she even hit Zikkems very nicely carpeted office floor.

"Send her to processing" instructed Zikkem to his near nude assistant.
 

** 12 months later **
 

The Oriental man looked down at the white woman under him. He was one of her "regulars" at Madam Chungs House of Pleasure. He knew her name to be Sue but knew little else of her. She spoke only when spoken to and even then tended to
reply with one word answers. "Who cares." He thought. "Westerners are a strange lot. Besides she's certainly extremely talented in the bedroom."

Under him, Sue looked up at him with a blank expression on her beautiful face.  Not reacting to the Asian busying himself between her legs she lay beneath him serving her function in life.

Outside the window in the alley a well dressed Asian man in an overcoat called out to a woman passerby. "Excuse me miss but I think you just dropped something......."

The End.

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