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A Girl Reborn
Copyright (c) 2005 - Dorsai


LEGAL DISBLAMER This is a dirty, nasty, *filthy* story  or some people
would have you believe. If youre old enough to read it in your area,
make up your own mind. If youre not of age, then youre not
_supposed_ to be reading this stuff. Dont get caught  I wont accept
the blame.

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A Girl Reborn

He was in a department store when he became aware of the girl.
She was in the company of one of the store employees as the two
of them walked toward the back of the store; he figured she'd
been caught shoplifting when he heard the store employee tell the
girl about the security cameras -- which he'd spotted as soon as
he entered -- in the ceiling. The girl was perhaps five and a
half feet tall, attractive face, auburn hair, and a pair of
beautiful green eyes. She was dressed in the current Pop-Rock
Star look; he could see that she was slender, but not thin, and
slightly more buxom that most girls her age -- but not
dramatically so. After she and the store employee went by, he
took a casual look at her and saw that she had a small, obviously
firm ass. The skirt she was wearing showed off her trim, muscular
legs and her slender waist.
He hung around the door to the store offices, and wasn't
surprised to see a police officer show up several minutes later;
when the cop reappeared, the girl was with him, hands cuffed
behind her back. The store employee followed them, and he decided
to take a chance and see if he could find out anything about her.
It was only a few moments before he was in the office, where he
found the complaint form with the girls name and address on top
of a desk. He quickly copied the information, and left before
another employee came in.
Once he got home, it didn't take him long to tap into the various
resources he still had available; the training he'd received
prior to his "retirement" made it easy for him to access the
various online records he needed.
Looking over hard copies of the various data files he'd
retrieved, he thought again about what he wanted, and why -- and
concluded that this girl would be as close to perfect as he could
ask for. With the decision made, he began making plans.

Walking home from her friend's house, Becky Stromfeld thought
again about how badly her life sucked. Living with her abusive
alcoholic father was bad enough; she'd learned how to distract
him away from beating her as much as he used to, and she didn't
have much to do with him otherwise. Her mom had taken off for San
Francisco long ago with one of her friends, after deciding she
was a lesbian. Her older sister was living in the Projects near
downtown; she had 3 kids by 3 different fathers, and was living
on various government programs while hooking to support her drug
habit. At 16, she was old enough to get a driver's license, but
her old man spent so much of his money on booze that there wasn't
anything left for her to get a car -- or much of anything else,
for that matter. That was why she'd turned to shoplifting to see
to her needs. No, what really sucked about her life was they
lived so far out in the suburbs: with no bus service this far
out, she didn't have any choice but to walk the three miles home
after her friend's mother had left for her evening shift at a
convenience store. So here she was, a little buzzed from the weed
she'd been smoking, walking home and hoping she got there before
her old man woke up to go to his so-called job as a security
guard. His drinking had gotten him fired from everything else;
the only work he could get now was some crummy rent-a-cop gig,
working the shittiest hours in the worst places because no one
else would do it, and he needed the money too badly.
She was coming up on the big curve when she saw a pickup truck
sitting on dirt on the inside of the curve. A washed-out blue,
with a faded white topper, it looked like it fit right in with
the rest of the neighborhood. Looking closer, though, she saw
someone sitting in the cab -- apparently looking at some big
piece of paper he was holding up. When she got a little closer,
she saw that it was one of those big maps like they sold at gas
stations; apparently, whoever it was had gotten lost.
She was still a good fifty yards away when the person -- a guy,
she saw -- seemed to notice her. Getting out of his truck, he
gave her an embarrassed grin and asked "'Scuse me, miss, but
could you help me figure out where the hell I am?"
She veered that direction to help, but thought to keep her
distance, too -- there wasn't any telling who this guy was. When
he saw her heading his direction, he turned around and set the
map on the hood of the truck, and moved to the side by the truck
door. Looking at him closer, she didn't figure he looked all that
healthy. Deciding that with the map on the hood of the truck and
him standing next to the door, she had plenty of room to run if
she had to, she went ahead and walked up to the truck.
When she got closer, the man said "I was trying to get to
Lakewood, but I must've missed the turnoff; and now I can't
figure out where I am so I can get back."
Looking at him, she asked "You were coming in on Route 12?"
He looked surprised and answered "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Lots of folks miss the turn. Most don't get this far before
asking for help, though."
He gave her a lopsided grin and admitted "Sometimes, I'm a touch
more stubborn than is good for me."
She moved next to the truck and looked at the map spread out on
the hood. It took her a few seconds to get her bearings, then she
pointed to a spot and told him "You're right here."
He moved to stand next to her -- but not too close -- to see
where she was pointing. What she didn't see was his arm coming up
behind her, with something in his hand.

With a final look to make sure no traffic was coming, he gave the
girl a shot with the stun gun. It worked just as he knew it
would, and she fell to the ground as though boneless. He quickly
dragged her to the back of the truck, where he opened the door to
the topper and heaved her in. A set of plastic "riot cuffs" made
sure she didn't go anyplace, and a piece of duct tape would
ensure her silence. He returned to the front of the truck to
retrieve the map and toss it inside the cab of the truck before
closing the door and moving to the back of the truck again.
There, he quickly got inside the topper, pushing the girl a
little farther inside as he did. Reaching into a small box
nearby, he pulled out an elastic headband with a small cable
dangling from it. Carefully positioning it on her head, he
reached back into the box and pulled out a small electronic
device. He plugged the cable from the headband into it, then
turned the device on. As soon as he did, he saw the girls body
relax -- letting him know that the electronic sleeping device was
doing it's job. He pressed another button, and the test light let
him know that the battery was at full charge; it was new, so it
should be good, but he was the kind of person that liked to
double-check things like that. Only then did he remove the duct
tape from her mouth.
Next, he pulled a small bottle out of the box, and using the
eyedropper in the cap, let a couple drops of the contents drip
between her lips, which he held open. The GHB he'd made from a
recipe off the Internet would make sure she forgot what had
happened to her, and ensure she didn't wake up for several hours.
Putting the bottle away, he reached over the girl and dragged
over a large travel trunk. Opening it revealed a bewildering
array of different displays and controls. He released the latches
holding it in place, revealing that there wasn't anything inside
the trunk: the panel was entirely self-contained and battery
powered so that manipulating the different switches and controls
would make the various meters and displays operate -- impressive
to look at, but completely useless. He quickly got the girl into
the trunk, positioning her so that he could put the panel back.
He checked to make sure the sleep device was still working and
the headband correctly positioned before putting the panel back
and securing it -- leaving the trunk looking like some high-tech,
sophisticated piece of test equipment, and making obvious the
need for the small ventilation holes.
With the girl hidden, he was finally able to relax somewhat.
After looking around to make sure he wasn't leaving anything
obvious or incriminating in sight, he got out and went back to
the cab of the truck.
From the time he'd first hit the girl with the stun gun, it
hadn't taken him three minutes until he was ready to go. Starting
the truck, he carefully checked for any oncoming traffic before
pulling out onto the highway, heading for his next stop.
He was less than halfway there when the State Police vehicle came
up behind him.
He didn't slow down or speed up; he just kept driving as he had
been, even while the cop stayed behind him. He figured the cop
was checking to see if his truck was stolen, then to see if there
was anything obvious that he could be pulled over for -- a burned
out light, for example. With nothing else to do, the State cop
finally pulled around to pass him, giving him a wave along the
way. He just waved back, and kept driving.
When he got to the convenience store, he found a spot at the edge
of the parking lot -- away from any prying eyes, but not
obviously avoiding the light. Inside, he got himself a soda and a
snack -- then, as an apparent afterthought, paid for a car wash,
too.
Pulling up to the car wash building -- out of sight of the
convenience store clerks, which was why he'd chosen that
particular store -- he entered the code he'd been given, then
pulled in when the system said he should.
As the machinery washed away the water-soluble tempra paint he'd
so carefully applied, his truck changed from the drab blue the
girl had seen back to the red the factory had applied. Similarly,
the topper changed from white to a red that matched the body
work. The water also washed away the paint he'd used to modify
his license plates to match a vehicle it so closely resembled:
the 8 became a 3, and so on. When the spray hit the windows, he
quickly removed the horn-framed glasses he'd bought in a thrift
store -- they only had window glass for lenses -- and the tinted
contact lenses he was wearing. Next to go was the false mustache
he'd had on, along with the medium-length wig he'd been wearing.
The truck that drove out of the car wash bore only a cursory
resemblance to the one that had gone in; at that time of day, no
one else was in the area to notice.
Resuming his journey home -- which was in a different direction
-- he rolled down the window and began jettisoning his disguise.
First, the contact lenses, a good couple of miles apart. The
mustache got blown into an empty field, and the glasses found
their way down a storm drain. The wig went into the dumpster at
the back of a restaurant in one of the towns he went through.
Last to go was the stun gun -- to the bottom of a fast-moving
creek he drove over. With all of that taken care of, he briskly
rubbed his fingertips together, thus reducing the liquid latex
he'd heavily painted them with - masking his fingerprints - to a
thousand and one tiny flecks.
The rest of the drive home was as quiet and peaceful as anyone
could ask for.

He pulled into the garage of his home just as the moon was
rising, and waited until the garage door had closed behind him
before getting out of the truck. Moving to the back, he opened
the topper and carefully removed the trunk with the girl inside.
Using a hand truck, he transferred it to his basement, where he'd
prepared a small "room" for her.
He extracted the girl from the trunk, and carefully checked her
vital signs to make sure she hadn't suffered any ill effects from
her confinement. That done, he proceeded to undress her -- only
mildly surprised to see that she had a small tattoo on her
shoulder. Well, he knew how to take care of that. What did
surprise him, though, was the discovery that she shaved her pubic
area -- there wasn't a hair to be found. He just smiled to
himself; he'd planned on doing some things to shake her up,
anyway, and that just gave him another idea. Her breasts were a
bit larger than most of her peers: 34-BB, according to the tag on
her bra. Their peaks were a dark pink, perhaps as large as a
silver dollar, and sporting nipples that were roughly the
diameter of a pencil.
He then finished his brief exam of her, finding that she was
still a virgin. The medical records he'd accessed said that she
was, but he was still surprised to find her hymen intact at her
age, and with her history.
Carrying her inside the room he'd prepared, he set her on the
table he had ready before he connected her sleeping device to a
wall charger, making it unnecessary to worry about batteries.
Carefully, he inserted a feeding tube down her throat and got her
started on a regimen of "zero residue" foods that would eliminate
the need for her to evacuate her bowels. Next was a catheter to
keep from having to deal with emptying her bladder.
Over the next several weeks, he carefully and slowly went about
using a mild acid solution to remove the tattoo she'd sported.
When that was done, a similar treatment to her armpits and legs
would save her the time and bother of shaving them. Last was to
alter the size and shape of her pubic thatch. With his training,
he was always careful to avoid doing anything that would scar her
permanently. When he was done, anyone that didn't know better
would think that she was just as she'd been born; there wasn't
the slightest indication of what he'd done.
With her ready to start the next phase, gave her a couple drops
of the GHB to keep her asleep before he shaved her head and then
re-shaved her mons; by the time he finished, there wasn't a hair
to be found on her -- she was smooth as the proverbial baby's ass
everywhere. He gently removed the feeding tube and catheter, then
carefully moved her to the floor of the room before removing the
table and other equipment. He put something on her that would
help her learn during the next phase, then re-dressed her in the
clothes she'd been wearing. He'd washed them with a scent-free
detergent, and then run them through the dryer; they were as
odorless as he could make them. She wasn't to have anything that
might give her any idea or clue about what had happened to her. A
final check to make sure the only things left in the room were
supposed to be there, and he left, securing the door behind him.
Now all he had to do was wait.

She wasn't quite sure when she woke up.
The place she was in was so dark and so quiet, the only thing she
could hear was her own breathing. At first, she was terrified
that she'd gone blind, but when she moved her head to in front of
her eyes, she could just barely make it out in the gloom.
Reaching out, she found that she was lying on something that had
a soft feel, but the texture of it escaped her. The process of
moving to do that, however, made her realize there was something
on her neck; investigating, she discovered that it was some kind
of small box on a nylon band. Tracing the band around to the back
of her neck, she could feel where it was somehow fastened, but
her fingertips couldn't tell her how. She tried pulling it off,
but the strap was far too strong, and she gave up after a few
tries.
It was several moments later that she realized that there hadn't
been anything in the way; reaching up, she discovered that she
was bald -- not a hair, not even the faintest stubble. She
started crying, and reached between her legs, finding that she
was as smooth there as she usually kept herself -- then checked
her armpits, and finally her legs, discovering that whoever or
whatever had shaved her head hadn't missed anyplace else, either.
Even her eyebrows were gone!
She found sitting up left her a bit light-headed; but it soon
passed. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, and
had what seemed like a million and one questions filling her
mind. She tried calling out to see if someone -- anyone! -- would
answer her, but no one did. Only then did she start to become
afraid -- afraid of what might have happened to her, what was
going to happen, and most of all, why she was there... wherever
"there" was.
The longer she sat there, the more worried and afraid she became;
without realizing it, she started crying. It wasn't long before
her crying graduated to a full-blown case of gasping, blubbering,
and deep, wracking sobs as she came to realize that she was under
someone else's total control.
Finally, all the crying and everything else wore her out, and she
eventually fell asleep.

He was watching when she woke up, and saw as she discovered that
she was completely hairless -- and the tears that followed. The
microphones concealed in the room let him listen as she tried to
get the attention of someone she obviously wanted to question; he
wasn't surprised that she'd gone on trying to get a response for
as long as she had, since her history showed her to have a rather
forceful and dominating personality. But she'd eventually given
up, and the low light cameras hidden in the upper corners of the
room let him watch as she became more and more fearful, and began
to worry about what was happening to her -- and more to the
point, what WOULD happen to her. The near hysteria with which she
cried didn't faze him in the slightest, other than to let him
know that she had moved closer to the point he needed her to
reach.
Looking again at the records he'd gotten -- her police file,
medical history, even the records of her conversations with her
school counselor -- he knew that there was still a way to go. But
the first step had been taken, and that was what mattered at the
moment.
As he watched her fall asleep, he started the next phase of the
program.

The girl woke up feeling as though she was in an oven. She had no
idea what the actual temperature was, but the fact that she was
sweating so freely was a pretty good indication that it was too
damn hot. She tried getting someone's attention again so she
could tell them how hot it was, but nobody answered; her efforts
left her with a slightly sore throat -- and, she realized, a
considerable thirst.
Holding one hand in front of her, she began exploring her new
environment in the hope that there was some source of water
somewhere. It didn't take her long to discover a wall, and she
followed it on her hands and knees until she came to a corner.
Following the new wall eventually let her find another corner.
She kept going until she got to another, then a fourth. Thinking
about it, she concluded that she was almost certainly in a square
or perhaps rectangular room of some kind. She also realized that
other than an occasional seam where the wall covering met, she
hadn't found anything like a door, either.
Angry -- and frightened -- that she hadn't found anything, she
decided to try going from the wall she was at to the one
"opposite" to see if she could get some idea how big the room
was. She'd gotten only a little ways across when she almost
literally fell over what felt like a couple of plastic
containers.
With no light to see by, she was reduced to using her sense of
touch and sound to try and find out what they were: one was
fairly heavy, the other quite light. Feeling them carefully, she
found that both had what felt like some kind of cover on them;
picking up the light container first, she removed the lid and
stuck her hand inside -- and found absolutely nothing. Putting
the lid back on it, she set it aside and picked up the heavy one.
It made a faint noise when she did, so she carefully removed it's
cover and tentatively stuck her fingers inside and felt them get
wet. Sniffing her fingers, she couldn't detect any kind of odor,
and tentatively stuck her tongue out to see if the liquid had any
taste. She was happier than she thought she ever could be when
she realized that she had a plastic jug of some kind, apparently
filled with water. Still weak, she lifted it to her mouth and
carefully took a drink; but the size of the container, and her
own weakness, still left her with a large wet spot on the front
of her blouse. With her thirst slaked, she set the water back on
the floor and put the lid on it before getting both jugs situated
in front of her. She resumed her quest to try and find out how
big her room was, carefully keeping the two plastic jugs in front
of her. She finally reached the wall, and deliberately set both
containers against it so that she wouldn't accidentally knock the
water over and spill it, and so that she could find them easily.
Some time later, she realized that it wasn't anywhere near as hot
as it had been when she woke up. In fact, it almost seemed like
it was getting... cold, even!
Her blouse had long since dried, and she tried a number of
different things to see if she couldn't keep warm, but nothing
really seemed to work. She couldn't remember what had happened
before she woke up that first time, but she knew that the blouse
and slacks she was wearing were only suitable for warm weather --
like late Spring, or early Fall. That thought left something
niggling at the back of her mind, but she couldn't quite seem to
get a grasp on it. For the life of her, she simply couldn't quite
remember what she'd been doing before she woke up... there...
that first time.
She could remember other things without any trouble -- her
friends, her dad, school, and so on. She could even dimly
remember walking home, but couldn't remember where she'd been
walking home from, or anything else, though.
Though doubtful it would accomplish anything, she still tried
getting the attention of someone to let them know she was on the
verge of freezing to death. She was right: it didn't do any good.
Shivering, she eventually fell asleep again.

He wasn't watching when she woke up the last time, but the video
recorders let him see what she'd done, and hear her attempt to
get some attention.

It was still too damn cold when she woke up again, shivering.
What was worse, though, was that she had to go to the bathroom.
She knew there wasn't anything resembling a toilet, any more than
there had been a water fountain or faucet -- and with that
thought, she realized what the other plastic container was for.
No, she thought to herself, I am not going to piss in a plastic
jar!
But as the time passed, the pressure in her bladder grew until
she finally gave in to necessity. Feeling ashamed even as she was
doing it, she slid her slack and panties down then positioned
herself over the empty container. The sound of her urine
splashing into made her blush furiously, but the relief she felt
at the act was even stronger than her embarrassment. When she was
done, she quickly put the lid back on the jug to block out the
strong odor of her urine before pulling her panties and slacks
back up. When moving her "toilet" back next to the wall -- she
sure as hell didn't want to knock IT over, either! -- she caught
herself feeling grateful for the warmth it left in her hands, and
immediately felt embarrassed and ashamed again.
Realizing she was thirsty again, she took another drink from her
water supply, being much more careful not to spill any on herself
because of the cold.
She wanted to sleep again to escape the cold, but simply couldn't
manage it -- not knowing that she'd slept nearly twelve of the
last twenty-four hours. Instead, she was left to sit with her
back against the wall, trying as best she could to keep warm
while thinking about where she was and why she was there. No
matter how hard she tried, though, she simply couldn't figure out
what was happening to her.
She was so deep in thought about her circumstances that it took a
while before she realized that she wasn't cold any more.
Grateful, she still couldn't help wondering what was going on,
though.
It wasn't until several hours later, and she'd wiped the sweat
from her forehead for the umpteenth time, that she realized the
temperature had gone way up again -- and on the heels of that, it
occurred to her that it just might be possible that whoever was
keeping her in that damn room was deliberately fucking with her.
With THAT thought, she started to get mad; the more she thought
about it, the madder she got until she finally started yelling
and screaming and cursing at anyone she thought might be
listening. She carried on for so long that when she finally gave
up, she was hoarse, and her throat was sore. Taking another drink
of her water, she sat back to start thinking about where she was
and what she was doing there -- again.
Alone, in the dark, and knowing that someone was purposely making
her life miserable, she started to cry again. But her crying
wasn't the wracking sobs of before; rather, it was the quiet
tears of utter hopelessness and despair. Without realizing it,
she was vocalizing her questions: what had she done? why was she
there? what were "they" going to do to her -- with her?

He had come down to watch her for a while, and had seen her use
her toilet container -- along with the expression on her face
when she did. He also watched as she got hotter and hotter, and
finally realized that what was happening to her was being done
deliberately -- and listened to her tirade about wanting to know
who was out there and what they were doing to her. Finally, he
watched and listened as she finally broke down with the
realization that she was completely at the mercy of some unknown
person or force that she simply couldn't comprehend.
That was the response that he'd been waiting for.
Now she would be ready to listen to him.

She had settled into a steady, noiseless crying when she
gradually became aware that it seemed to be getting brighter in
her room. Closing her eyes, she waited as long as she could
before opening them again -- and realized that she was right: it
was getting brighter. She didn't have any trouble making out the
two plastic containers next to her; it was only a few moments
before she recognized them as the kind of storage bins that she
saw her friends' mothers using to keep food in.
Looking around, she saw that she was in fact in a square room --
perhaps six feet on a side -- with every surface covered in what
looked like some kind of fabric or carpet. Looking up to the
ceiling where the lights were, she could vaguely make out what
looked like some kind of grille, which she supposed was where the
air was coming from.
Quietly, tentatively, she said "Hello?", not really expecting an
answer, but getting one anyway.
"Greetings", the voice told her. It was distinctly mechanical
sounding, not giving her any idea if the speaker was male or
female; hell, for all she knew, it could actually belong to a
robot of some kind.
"Where am I? What am I doing here?" she asked.
"You are in your new home. You have been given to us so that we
can teach you", the voice answered.
"What do you mean given to you? And teach me what?"
"We mean what we say. You were given to us. The life you had
before is over. You were someone that other people did not like.
You stole things -- even from people you called friends. You used
drugs even though you knew they were illegal and what they were
doing to you. You fought. You cheated. You were lazy. You were
cruel to other people, and you lied. You did many things that
hurt and betrayed other people. Those people grew tired of your
behavior and gave you to us so that we can teach you to not do
those things any more."
"What, is this some kind of reform school or something? You can't
treat me this way!"
"No, this is not a school like any you have ever heard about
before. What you will learn here is nothing like anything you
have learned before. You will learn here because you will want to
learn. And you will want to learn because it is only by learning
what we have to teach that you will get the things that you need
and want."
"Why would I want to learn from you, anyway? What do you mean the
things I need and want? How are you going to teach me if I don't
want to learn?"
"You will want to learn because that is the only way you will be
able to leave this place. We will teach you by rewarding you when
you do well, and punishing you when you are bad. You have been
bad simply because you didn't want to bother being good. We will
teach you to change that. Before you leave here, you will want to
be good, all the time. But before we can begin to teach you, you
must learn to obey our instructions. That is why you are wearing
the training device."
Involuntarily, she reached up and touched the box on her neck
before asking "How are you going to train me?"
"The training device will be used to correct you, but you will
learn about that later. First, you must learn to obey."
"Obey what?" she demanded.
Across from her, she saw an opening appear in the wall before the
voice told her "Remove your clothing and put it in the locker."
"Fuck you! I'm not getting naked for some perv!"
"You have water and a toilet. You will not receive food until you
obey" the voice told her before the opening in the wall closed
again.
Shit, she thought to herself, I am getting hungry, now that I
think about it. But dammit, I'm not getting naked just because
some asshole says to!

He hadn't expected her to do what he told her the first time he
said it. She might not even do it the second time. But by the
third time... yeah, she'd be hungry enough by then.

Once the idea got into her mind that she was hungry, it seemed
that was all she could think about. She tried drinking some of
her water to see if that would help, but it didn't, really.
Besides, she didn't know how long it was going to have to last,
and she wasn't inclined to run out before then.
So she was left to sit there, alternately thinking about how
hungry she was, and how upset she was about what a crock of shit
it was that somebody thought they could just do this kind of crap
to her.
Without realizing it, she'd fallen asleep, only to be awakened
when she heard the voice tell her "Take of your clothing, and put
it in the locker."
She looked over and saw that the panel had opened up again. It
was still too damn hot, and she was starting to think that
getting naked might be worth it when the panel closed and the
voice told her "When you obey, you will get what you need."
Well, fuck, she thought. So much for that chance!
Once awakened, she found that she couldn't get back to sleep
again -- which left her nothing to do but toggle between sitting
up and laying down as she thought about how hungry she was
getting. She drank a little water when she got thirsty, but was
still reluctant to drink too much of it. She also got up and
tried walking around, just for something to do.
She was starting to wonder if she was ever going to get another
chance to get something to eat when the voice told her "Put your
clothing in the locker", followed by the panel sliding out of the
way again. Surprised, it took her a few moments before she stood
up and started taking her clothes off. She wasn't quite done when
the panel slid closed again; she quickly cried out "Wait! Wait!
I'm doing it!", terrified at the idea of waiting for the next
chance to get something to eat.
A couple of seconds went by, and she was starting to worry that
she'd missed out again, when it opened back up. She quickly shed
the rest of her clothes and put them inside -- and barely had her
hand out of the way when the panel closed again.
A few moments later, it opened up to show that there was some
kind of beige candy bar looking thing inside before the voice
told her "That is your food for the next period. Take it."
She reached inside and grabbed it before the panel could close
again. Taking a bite of it, she realized that it had virtually no
flavor at all. As she chewed, the stuff -- whatever it was --
began expanding to fill her mouth; she swallowed some of it and
continued chewing. The next bite she took was smaller, and even
though it was still a little too much, she didn't have to swallow
some before finishing it.
She'd eaten the entire thing and was licking her fingers when the
panel opened and the voice told her "You will put your water and
toilet in the locker."
She quickly did as she was told, and the panel slid shut -- only
to open again a few moments later. The voice told her "Take your
water and toilet out."
She did, and was surprised to discover that she had a full
container of water, and the toilet jug was apparently empty. As
she was setting them on the floor, the panel closed again. A few
moments later, the voice told her "As long as you obey, you will
be given water and a fresh toilet every period, and food twice
per period. If you do not obey, you will not. If you want these
things, you must be ready to get them; you will not be given
extra time again."
She tried to ask some questions, but the voice didn't come back.

He'd been tempted to let her wait until the next feeding time,
but the panic and desperation in her voice made it clear that she
wasn't stalling for the sake of being difficult.
He couldn't help but be amused when she'd discovered that the
survival ration he'd given her would expand to nearly triple its
size when exposed to the moisture of chewing. He could have
warned her about it, of course, but he wanted her to learn to be
careful with something new; and to pay attention to what was
happening around her. So he watched, and waited patiently until
she discovered that her apparently empty toilet container
actually had a small paper cup and a section of toilet paper
inside. She was visibly pleased at the discovery, and carefully
set both items aside.
He'd heard her questions, but ignored them in favor of teaching
her one thing at a time. He also put the thermostat for her room
back to a more comfortable temperature; the cycling of it between
extremes had accomplished what it was supposed to.

She went through several cycles of being fed and having her water
and toilet changed. It didn't take her long to fall into a
pattern of sleeping that had her waking up a short time before
her "breakfast" -- it was followed by the changing of her water
and toilet bottles, so it seemed to be "breakfast" since it
started the "day". She was also able to stay awake the entire
time between breakfast and supper. At seemingly random periods,
the voice would tell her to do something -- stand up, move to a
corner, or something equally demanding. She did it without
hesitation, knowing that failing to do so would mean missing a
meal at a minimum -- and what else, she didn't want to think
about. Some time after each of the commands from the voice, it
would come back and tell her she could go back to what she had
been doing -- as if whatever she'd been doing before was all that
important! But she was smart enough to understand that she was
learning: learning to do what she was told, something that she
hadn't been very good at since about the time she'd hit puberty.
It bothered her to realize that she really hadn't been such a
good person for a while, but she didn't think she'd been bad
enough to justify what was happening to her. There wasn't
anything she could do about it, though, so she did as she was
told, and waited.
There came a time, though, that the voice had something else to
say.
She had finished "breakfast" and was simply waiting when the
voice told her "You have learned to obey well enough that you may
begin your training. But before that can happen there some things
that you must know. First, the training device you wear will be
used to punish you when that is necessary. There are different
degrees of punishment that you can receive. For a mild punishment
to remind you that you have done something you should not, you
will receive a level 1."
With that, she suddenly felt an uncomfortable tingling where the
box touched her. It wasn't painful, exactly, but it certainly
wasn't pleasant, either.
Next, the voice told her "For a more severe punishment, you may
receive a level 5."
She didn't have time to even think about it before she felt as
though she had a mild sunburn on her entire body -- it WAS
painful, and she felt herself starting to cry before it suddenly
ended.
"If it is thought that you deserve it, you can be punished up to
a level 10."
The sensation that followed was mercifully brief -- but still
left her gasping. It had felt as though her entire body was on
fire!
"What the hell did you do that for?" she demanded -- and a second
later, felt something roughly midway between the first two
sensations before the voice told her "You made two errors for
which you were punished. First, you are to always speak politely
to us. Second, you must learn to not use bad language. The
punishment you received was at level 3. Each time you make an
error that you have been warned about, you will receive the next
higher level of punishment. Do you understand?"
"Yes.", she answered. Then a moment later, she asked "What should
I call you?"
The voice replied "We are your Masters, so you should address us
that way."
Masters, she thought to herself. They said masterS -- meaning
there's more than one of them.
The voice went on to say "Punishment is not the only way we will
teach you. As you learn to do better, you will also receive
rewards, so that you are encouraged. Now, listen carefully as
well tell you the rules that you must follow."
"Yes... Master", she answered, when she realized that the voice
seemed to be waiting for a response from her.
"We watch you, and if you do not obey the rules, we will punish
you. The punishment may happen when you disobey, or it may happen
later -- but it will happen. These are the rules that you must
follow at all times. Rule 1: If you are not instructed to do
something specific, you must sit quietly in the place where you
are now; you may not sleep. Rule 2: You will be given a paper
that will tell you what you must do at different times. You must
learn what is on that paper. We will want it returned, so you
should learn it as quickly as possible to avoid being punished
for not following it. Rule 3: When you wish to speak to one of
us, you will always address us as Master. Rule 4: It is not for
you to ask us questions; we will tell you what you must learn. If
you do not understand something, you may ask us to explain it,
but nothing more. Rule 5: When you are in the presence of a
Master, you may not speak to that Master unless you are spoken to
first."
There was a slight pause, but she HAD been paying attention, and
knew NOT to ask if that meant she would actually be seeing
"Masters".
When the voice spoke again, it said "There will be times when you
will be visited by a Master. There will be different things that
the Master will instruct you to do. Do them, immediately and
without questioning, or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
Without thinking about it, she answered "Sure, no problem."
She barely had time to realize she'd screwed up before she felt a
short spell of the sunburn-pain. When it was over, she
immediately gasped "Yes, Master!"
"Very good." the voice told her, before continuing "To help you
to learn, you will soon start to hear sounds. They will not be
loud enough to keep you awake when it is time for you to sleep,
but they will play at all times."
It was several seconds before she realized that the voice wasn't
going to be back any time soon. It was perhaps a minute later
when she realized that there was a noise that she could barely
hear -- it sounded almost like static on a radio, but somehow...
different, too. Whatever it was, the volume was low enough that
she didn't have any trouble ignoring it. Some time later, a
different voice -- still mechanical-sounding, but different from
THE voice -- asked her " You know that you haven't been a very
good person. Why is that?"
Good question, she thought to herself.
A bit later, it asked "Don't you feel bad for stealing from
people that tried to be nice to you?"
She didn't bother answering.
The next time, it told her "Think about the number of people
you've hurt by the way you've acted."
It didn't take her long to realize that the second voice -- her
"electronic conscience", she decided to call it -- was going to
keep that nonsense up, tiring as it was. Well, at least it wasn't
much louder than the static sound.

He watched and listened as the audio program he'd put together
went into effect. What the girl thought was just noise coming out
of the speaker was actually a carefully designed sound pattern
that had been proven to make people more receptive to
instruction. That, coupled with the random sound bites that were
being piped in at her would ultimately reduce her to a slightly
neurotic, insecure, pliable personality that he could then start
to build back up again into something more to his tastes.
He was pleased that she'd remembered not to ask him about direct
visits by "Masters". There was only himself, but he had worked
out a means of convincing her that there were several people that
she had to deal with.
He wasn't bothered that she'd failed to keep her mind on track
and had to be punished. It was still VERY early in the program,
and she'd likely make more mistakes before she finished the
current phase.
But she would learn, and she would change. Of that, he had no
doubts.

By the time supper came around, she was starting to get a little
tired of that damn voice that kept telling her things, and asking
her those goofy-ass questions. But with that damn box on her
neck, she wasn't about to fuss, either.
After she'd finished eating, she was surprised when the panel
slid open, revealing a sheet of paper inside. Experience had
already taught her not to waste time getting whatever was inside,
and she quickly reached in and grabbed it before the panel slid
shut again.
Looking at it, she realized that whoever it was that had her,
they weren't screwing around: what she was looking at was what
amounted to a schedule of what she would be doing, and when. The
thing was, it wasn't marked off according to a clock, but simply
as periods of time with something called a "(SIGNAL)" -- whatever
the hell THAT was -- between them. Remembering that she didn't
know how soon she'd be told to give the paper back, she
immediately sat down where she'd been told and went about trying
to memorize it.
It was fairly obvious to her that she was in the period marked
"Relaxation", which came after "Meal 2" -- supper, she figured.
Next was "Sleep". Starting at the top, the first period was
"Preparation" then "Meal 1", followed by "Grooming". Next was
something called "Contemplation", then "Health". Sixth was
another Contemplation, with "Training" afterwards. Right before
Meal 2 was her "Discussion" period, whatever the hell that was.
As schedules went, it really wasn't all that complicated; she had
the sequence memorized fairly soon. But she kept studying it,
trying to figure out what some of those different periods could
mean. Meals 1 and 2 were obvious, as was Sleep. It was the rest
of them that kept her looking over the schedule to make sure she
had it committed to memory -- even if she didn't have the
faintest idea of what they meant, she was damn well determined
that she wasn't going to be "punished" for not knowing what the
schedule was, at least.
She was getting a little sleepy when she heard what sounded like
someone hitting one of those gong things -- only a big one, with
a deep tone. The sound only lasted for a couple of seconds, and
wasn't particularly loud, anyway.
It was when she felt the box on her neck give her a tingle that
she realized that what she'd heard must have been a (SIGNAL) --
it took her only a moment to understand that she'd just entered
her Sleep period. With that understanding, she knew that the
punishment she'd gotten was for apparently not moving to go to
sleep. It was a matter of just a few seconds for her to carefully
set the paper aside (no telling WHAT they'd do if it got
wrinkled!), and stretch out before falling asleep.

He was pleased that she'd figured out what the "reminder" was for
so quickly. He knew that she wasn't stupid, only foolish and
undisciplined -- and both of those were going to be taken care
of.

She was almost completely awake when she heard the Signal; it was
only a second before she realized its significance, and sat up to
prevent any "punishment". She had only been sitting for a little
bit when there was another Signal, immediately followed by the
panel opening. She got her food -- tiresome and flavorless as it
was, it was still edible -- and used sips of water as she ate to
help wash it down. Not long after she finished, there was another
Signal. When the panel opened, she was ready to put her water and
toilet containers inside. She'd wondered a couple of times if the
two were ever mixed up, but since the water was always clean and
fresh, she'd decided they weren't. When it opened again, she
retrieved the new ones -- immediately opening the toilet
container to get out the toilet paper she was given, along with
the new paper cup she got each day. For whatever reason, she'd
started using the time right after breakfast to empty her bowels,
and did so again. Even as she was doing it, she had the flash of
understanding that Grooming was the time she was being allotted
to take care of her toilet. She also wondered if it also meant
that at some future point, it would also include actually
grooming -- such as combing her hair, and so on. Granted, all she
had at the moment was a trace of fuzz on her head and between her
legs, but the idea didn't lack appeal to her. The lack of hair in
her armpits and on her legs did cause her to wonder, but since
she'd never liked having to shave either of those areas, she
didn't mind the absence.
When she was done, she went back to sitting where she'd been told
-- keeping the sheet of paper handy so she'd be ready whenever
they wanted it back. As she sat, she tried to figure out how to
ask a question -- several of them, actually -- without actually
asking a question.
She was still sitting when the Signal sounded some time later;
since she was where she was supposed to be, she didn't do
anything -- though she still worried that she'd be punished for
something she hadn't understood. But when nothing happened after
a while, she relaxed again -- at least, until the next Signal.
After it sounded, she didn't move; as she'd expected -- and
feared -- she received a Level 1 punishment. Her heart in her
throat, she said "Master, I don't understand why I was punished.
I know I'm in my Health period now, but I don't know what I'm
supposed to be doing."
Having said that -- the best she could come up with -- she waited
to see if she would be punished again; and fearing that she
would.
She was surprised -- and relieved -- when the voice told her "You
have done well. We did not tell you what you are to do during the
different periods to find out if you would remember the rules.
You did not question us, and what you say tells us that you have
memorized your schedule. During the Health period, you are not
allowed to just sit or stand; you are to engage in any activity
that keeps your body healthy. You are permitted to do exercises
or stretches, or any other physical activity. You may drink when
you are thirsty, or use the toilet, but not rest for any extended
period of time. More will be explained to you during your
Training period. Because you have done well, you will be rewarded
later."
Relieved to know what was expected -- and intrigued at the idea
of a reward of some kind -- she quickly stood up and began moving
around. When walking around the room became tiresome, she lay
down and began doing some of the exercises she remembered from
gym classes at school: sit-ups, "bicycle riding", pushups, and
anything else that kept her in motion. Not knowing how long the
period was, she was careful to pace herself; none the less, she
was still sweaty and feeling tired when the next Signal sounded
to let her know that she was to take a seat for her Contemplation
period. She started to pick up the sheet of paper again, just to
make sure she had it memorized, but a Level 1 punishment made her
understand that there was a difference between Contemplation and
studying -- and right on the heels of that, between Contemplation
and Training.
The Signal had barely faded when the voice told her "This is what
you are to do for each period. For Contemplation, you are to sit
quietly and think about what you have done and what you have
learned. You may drink or relieve yourself, but nothing more. As
you have been told, Health is when you are to engage in physical
activity. This is a Training period; it is during this time that
you will be told things that you are expected to learn. During
the Training period, you will listen, but not speak unless it is
in response to something that has been asked of you. You are
permitted to sit or stand in whatever manner you find comfortable
during Training and Discussion periods. It is only during your
Discussion period that you are permitted to ask questions -- but
you must remain polite, and your questions may only be about your
training and what is expected of you. Your Relaxation period is
yours to do with as you wish -- you may sit, stand, exercise,
talk, or do anything else that you choose. You will not be
punished for asking questions, but you will not receive answers,
either. Do you understand what you have been told, and what each
period is for?"
"Yes, Master."
"Also, you should know that there will be times when a Training
or Discussion period are not completely used. When that happens,
you are to use the rest of the Training period for Contemplation.
You may use any extra Discussion time as a Relaxation period.
Now, to your training. You will be visited by a Master sometime
after your next Sleep. Before the Master enters, you will hear a
Signal, but with a different sound. When that happens, you are to
immediately move to the corner of your room that is the farthest
from the locker. There, you will kneel down with your head bowed.
You are not to look at any Master unless told to do so. You will
respond to the Master, immediately and without question or
complaint. If you do not, then the punishment will be higher than
simply failing to obey when you are alone. If there is something
you do not understand, you must wait for the next Discussion
period. You are never to question a Master that is in your room.
You are never to make any kind of physical gesture toward a
Master, nor are you to make any attempt to leave your room. If
the Master thinks that you have done EITHER of these things, you
will immediately receive the highest level of punishment, and you
will have to start your training again from the beginning. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Master"
"Do you have any questions at this time?"
"No, Master"
"Very well."
With the apparent end of her first "Training" period, the girl
was considerably relieved to know what was expected of her during
the other time periods. The idea of a Relaxation period was
something of a joke, since she didn't have anything to do -- but
she knew that having a period of time where she was free to do as
she wished would be no small relief.
Doing as she had been told, she treated the period until the next
Signal as a Contemplation period, sitting quietly -- unable to
prevent the occasional thought of the things she knew she'd done
from entering her mind, and making her feel bad.

He was pleased that she was picking up the routine so easily.
Granted, it wasn't rocket science, but it was still better than
having to punish her for foolish mistakes. He watched her for a
while after he'd spoken to her, and was glad to see that she was
doing as she was told. She didn't realize she was doing it, but
he could see occasional expressions of unhappiness cross her
face, letting him know that the audio program he was piping into
the room was starting to have an effect.
It would be interesting to see how she behaved the next day, when
he went to visit her in person.

When the Signal sounded again, she knew that it was the start of
her Discussion period -- and there was something she needed to
bring to their attention.
She heard the voice tell her "We expect that there are many
things that you would like to ask, so we will tell you some
things to save you the time of asking them."
It went on to say "You were given to us because the people that
you knew had become weary of your attitude and actions. You were
selfish, and sometimes cruel. You lied, you stole, and you
cheated -- from friends, and even family. You had a bad attitude,
and behaved badly toward others. You were rude, profane, and
often lazy. You were childish and self-centered. You didn't have
any concern for those around you, and you did very little to help
other people -- but you wanted things from others without wanting
to give anything back. You did a great many things to hurt and
anger other people, and they did not want to have to deal with
your behavior any longer -- so they gave you to us. You will stay
here until such time as you have learned to change your behavior.
How long that will be depends entirely on you -- if you come to
understand how badly you have behaved, and try to improve
yourself, it will not take long. If you try to resist the changes
that you must make, then you will be here longer. Right now, you
are at the beginning of your training; as you progress and become
more and more like the person that you should be, you will
receive more and more rewards for those improvements. If you
behave badly enough, you will be returned to the start of an
earlier phase in your training. We cannot emphasize this enough:
the treatment you receive here depends entirely on you. If you
learn quickly and behave well, you will be treated well. If you
resist and misbehave, you will be treated badly. It is that
simple."
Next, the voice told her "We have been doing this work for a VERY
long time, and you will not be the last person that we will have
to train and educate. Before now, you did not understand and
appreciate how much of what you had in your life came from other
people. By the time you finish here, you WILL know -- and you
will be properly grateful. When you have finished your training,
you will be released to someone that has agreed to accept you,
and help you become a proper member of society. The person that
you are given to will treat you in the way that your behavior
here shows us you need: if you cooperate and behave properly,
they will be kind and patient. If you resist and act up, they
will not. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master", she answered, before saying "Master, there is
something that I have to tell you."
"What do you wish to say?"
"Master, from the way I feel, I'm going to... to be starting my
period before long.", she answered. She was a little embarrassed
to talk about it to whoever it was, but she sure didn't want to
start bleeding all over everything, either!
"In the next day or two, we think."
"Yes, Master", she answered, amazed - and more than a little
afraid, truth be told - that they would not only know that she
was about to start her period, but when.
"You have done well to tell us before it happened. We will
improve your reward. Before you came here, how many napkins did
you use in a twenty-four hour day?"
She was a little surprised to hear that they already knew she
used napkins, but answered "Six, Master."
"And how many days did you need them?"
"Uh, usually four, Master. Sometimes five, though.", then added
"Uh, Master, I usually wore another one each day for a couple of
extra days, just to um, make sure."
"We understand" the voice answered -- making her wonder if they
did, really.
The next question surprised her: "Have you learned to judge time
here? Not by a clock, but generally?"
"I... I think so, Master."
"You are doing well. You do not claim to be sure when you are
not. You will not be punished for admitting to uncertainty. It is
honesty that you must learn here, and we will not harm you for
telling us the truth. Very well; we will provide you with what
you need with your next meal so that you will be prepared. Is
there anything else you wish us to know?"
"No, Master."
"Then that is all that we have for you. Do you know what to do
now?"
"You said that if a Discussion did not go the full time, that I
was allowed to use the rest of it as Relaxation, Master."
"It is good that you remember. We are finished; you may
continue."
With that, the conversation appeared to end. She was still a
little hesitant to do so, but the feelings she had told them
about that let her know her period was about to start were a
little uncomfortable. She lay down, and tried to get comfortable
and relax. She wasn't entirely successful, but it helped.

He'd known that she would need menstrual products, so he'd
purchased a box of them and a "belt" (actually an elastic band
that would fit around her waist) that she could clip the pads to.
He was going to give her seven pads for each day, though -- both
to make sure she stayed relatively clean, and so that she would
think that her "day" in the room was longer than it really was:
he had her on a regular twenty-four hour day just like himself
and everyone else, but not having her know that was just
something else to keep her a trifle off-balance.
Other than the specifics that he'd asked for, he was ready to
handle the rest of her needs during her menstrual cycle.
He watched as she lay down, figuring that it was a consequence of
the onset of her menses.

When the Signal sounded again, she was glad to see that they had
kept their promise to provide her with pads -- but seven of them?
Well, it didn't matter -- she was glad to see them, as well as
the belt they'd included. She normally didn't use one, but then
again, she normally wasn't spending all of her time naked. She
figured the small plastic bag they'd also given her was to keep
the used ones in.
The pads and belt were set to one side of the locker, with her
supper at the other; with her food bar, she was delighted to find
what looked like a Hershey's Kiss. She was initially tempted to
eat it first, but then decided to save it for "dessert", when she
could just let it slowly melt in her mouth and enjoy every moment
of it's existence.
After she'd removed her pads and food, the voice told her to put
the schedule sheet in the locker, which she quickly did.
After she'd eaten, she lay down on the floor again, using the
slowly melting chocolate in her mouth to distract herself from
the mild discomfort she was experiencing. None the less, she was
still careful to keep her eyes open so that they would know that
she wasn't sleeping (and thus punish her). When the Signal for
her Sleep period came, she didn't have to do anything but close
her eyes and drift off to sleep...
The Signal woke her up the next morning, and she was relieved to
discover that the minor cramping that she'd been experiencing had
ended -- she knew that sometime during the day, the first traces
of blood would make themselves known. She was considering what to
do when the Signal for her meal sounded; by the time she finished
eating, she'd decided on a course of action -- so when the Signal
for the start of Grooming sounded, she simply went ahead on put
on the belt and first of the napkins she'd been provided,
figuring to save herself whatever embarrassment she could.
She wasn't entirely comfortable during Health, and avoided being
as active as she'd been the day before -- but still careful to
keep moving. It was during that time that she thought of
something, and made a mental note to bring it up during
Discussion.
She'd stopped consciously hearing her "conscience", and couldn't
understand why she kept thinking about the things she'd done.
Each time something came into her mind, she'd spend several
seconds trying to deal with it, and it was starting to make her
feel bad.
It was halfway through her second Contemplation -- so she
estimated -- when there was a different Signal. She remembered
what she'd been told, and rushed to the corner away from where
her food and everything were delivered, then knelt down so that
she was sitting on her feet like some kind of geisha or
something. Without realizing it, though, she was watching to see
where a door would appear -- and received a punishment before
remembering that she was to bow her head. She quickly did so, but
was still able to see when a section of the wall opposite from
her opened up. Looking carefully, she could see that there was
someone dressed in some kind of robe or something -- it made them
look like one of those hooded monks you saw in old paintings.
Behind them, she could only see more of what looked like the same
stuff as was inside her room -- it wasn't easy to tell for
certain, though, because it was darker out there than where she
was. The figure she could see stepped into the room, and she
almost gasped despite the warning not to make any noise: instead
of a face or anything, the figure had some kind of silvery shield
or something. As the figure got closer, she also realized that
she couldn't see its feet or hands -- the hem of the robe brushed
the floor, and the sleeves of the robe were too long. All she
could do was get a vague idea of how tall and big the figure was
-- and it was both.
When it got close, she heard a deep mechanical voice from it tell
her "Stand". She immediately did as she was told, careful to keep
her head down. The figure told her "Turn and face the wall" in
that same creepy, almost robotic, voice. Again, she did it -- and
felt a gloved hand touch her ass. Between the desire to run away
or turn around and slap whoever -- or whatever! -- it was in the
robe, she didn't know what to do, and finally settled on doing
nothing; the idea of a MAXIMUM punishment for either act
frightened her. The hand first squeezed one side of her butt,
then the other, before the voice told her "Face me."
She did, and was able to control herself when the hand -- black
and plastic-looking, which scared her since it didn't look
particularly human -- came up to touch each of her breasts.

He could see that the girl was trembling in fear -- which was
just the effect he was after.
He'd cut down an old after market car sun shield to get the
ventilated plastic he was using to make the "face" that she was
seeing. It was reflective enough, and the holes in it were small
enough, that she couldn't see through it -- and know that he had
on a small respirator. Inside it, there was a small microphone
that fed a small box in his shirt pocket, which altered his voice
before sending it out to the speaker mounted to the back of the
grille she was looking at; that allowed him to speak to her, but
not only have his voice disguised, but sound much more
intimidating.
Similarly, the black latex gloves that covered the long women's
dress gloves with their fancy design seams that he was wearing
turned his hands into something inhuman. He couldn't feel much,
of course, but that wasn't the point at this stage. What DID
matter was that she was tolerating -- barely, he judged -- what
he was doing: psychologically destroying any sense of "self" or
"personal security" she might have.
Reaching a little higher, he put his hand under her chin and
tilted her head up to look at her -- and saw the terror in her
eyes.

Her heart was in her throat when the figure asked her "You fear
me?"
Her mouth was dry, and she had to lick her lips before she could
answer "Yes, Master."
Several seconds went by before she heard "If you learn and obey,
you do not have to fear. Remember that."
That wasn't much consolation to her as she managed to stammer
"Y-Y-Yes, M- Master."
The hand left her chin, and she was glad to be able to lower her
head and look at the floor again.
She watched and felt as her breast was gently squeezed before the
hand returned to the figure's side. Then it told her "Sit" --
making her realize that she'd never been so happy to NOT have to
look at someone in her life.
Several more seconds went by and she was starting to worry that
she was going to pee herself, she was so scared, when the figure
turned and left. When she saw the door close, she nearly
collapsed in relief.
A few moments later, once again in control of herself -- after a
fashion, anyway -- she went back to where she was supposed to be.
The rest of her Contemplation was on the apparition that had just
visited her.
When Training time came, the voice told her "We have been told
that the Master that visited you was pleased. By pleasing a
Master in person, you have earned a special reward which will be
given to you later."
A special reward? The piece of chocolate had been heaven, and
that was "just" a reward! She recognized the irony in the fact
that she was in a situation where she couldn't imagine what she
could get that would be even better than a piece of chocolate!
Still, she didn't fail to pay attention when the voice went on
"What you will learn here is how you should behave when you are
with other people -- to be polite, to be friendly, to be honest,
and other such things. What you should remember is that when you
graduate from here and are given to the person that has agreed to
take you -- your Mentor -- is that it will be up to you to learn
how to make that person in particular happy. You will be given to
them on a probationary basis; if they are not happy with you for
ANY reason, you will be returned here for additional training
before being given to someone else. If that happens, you will
certainly be given to someone that will be less tolerant of your
errors, and will be more harsh with you."
"You should know that we will maintain contact with the person
that you are given to, and we will observe you from time to time.
We do that to ensure you are not put into an environment that is
not suitable. Your Mentor may not physically damage you, but they
are allowed to punish you. If you wish to leave them you may do
so -- but be warned that if you choose to leave, you will return
here for additional training before you are given to another.
This is done to encourage you to stay where you are placed, and
make the effort to learn how to make your Mentor happy: it is up
to you to please your Mentor, not the other way around. While you
are here, there will be people that will be interested in having
you. When that happens, they will be allowed to visit you in
person; you will respond to them just as you would for a Master:
you are to kneel in the corner, bow your head, and follow the
instructions they give you. Understood?".
"Yes, Master", she replied.
"When you are visited by someone that has expressed an interest
in taking you, they will be disguised, so that you do not start
thinking that you would prefer one over another. You must want to
please one person, not want one person to please."
She understood what she was being told, and the reason for it.
She didn't care for it much, but also understood that her opinion
of things simply didn't matter. If she'd been given to these
people -- and she was starting to think she had -- then her wants
and desires were the last thing they'd take into consideration.
The voice continued "You have done well, so far. If you continue
as you have, you will be given to someone that will appreciate
the work that you do. If you do not, then you will likely find
yourself given to someone less... pleasant."
She didn't much like the sound of that, but listened as the voice
told her "We are not heartless. We do not do the things we do
because we enjoy them. We do them because we must: to make sure
-- as best we can -- that the people that we receive here do not
have to return. Any pain you suffer here is less than what you
would cause to others if we were not here to teach you; and it is
much less than what you have caused the people you knew before
you came here. That is all that we have for you this time. Think
about what we have said."
And she did think about it -- particularly that last part she'd
been told. More and more, she was thinking about all the things
she'd done -- the shoplifting, the stealing from her friends,
cheating at school -- when she went! -- and all the rest of it.
And each time one of those thoughts crept into her mind, she felt
ashamed of what she'd done, and realized a little more how she
had hurt not just herself in doing them, but the ones she'd done
them TO. That kind of thinking didn't occupy her mind ALL the
time, but it was coming to her more often with each Contemplation
period.
Still, when the Discussion period came, she hadn't forgotten
about the question that had come to her during Health.
To her surprise, the voice spent quite a while asking her a
variety of questions, after informing her that she wouldn't be
punished for the answers she gave. She answered each question the
best she could, and when prompted, explained the reasoning behind
her answers.
She figured they were close to the end of the period when the
voice asked her "Is there anything that you would like to know
before we finish?"
"Yes, Master."
"Ask."
"Master, while I was exercising during Health, I could not
remember enough of the exercises that we did in my physical
education classes. Would it be possible for me to be reminded of
them, or learn new ones?"
"It is possible. But you have not yet earned the right for such
teaching.", she was told.
Damn! she thought to herself. I guess I just get used to doing
the same old stuff.
As if reading her mind -- something she considered quite possible
after her first meeting with a Master -- the voice told her "We
have told you that you must keep moving during your Health
period. We did not tell you HOW you must move."
With the apparent end of Discussion, she stretched out and waited
for her meal -- and thinking about what the voice had told her.
After a bit, she realized that she'd been told in a left-handed
kind of way that she wasn't limited to just doing the exercises
and stretches she remembered from school, nor was she expected to
perform them only a certain way. That made her realize that even
the things she half-remembered were open to her, and the things
she hadn't liked doing could be changed around to suit her. She
was feeling slightly chipper when the Signal sounded for her
Meal.
She was a little disappointed to see that all she was being given
was her food bar, and found herself wondering what kind of reward
she could be getting that wasn't edible as she filled her belly.

He had to admit that he'd been caught off guard by her question
about exercises. He'd seen the boredom on her face, and simply
chalked it up to the same tedium he felt when he did such things.
That she'd thought to ask about it, though, pleased him.
He continued to watch her after the Discussion period, and saw as
she puzzled her way through the comment he'd made. He didn't
expect that she had any idea that her emotions and thoughts
reflected so clearly on her face, making it easy for him. He'd
deliberately left his comment somewhat enigmatic in an attempt to
encourage her to work the logic and meaning of it herself -- and
judging from the pleased expression her face, she had.
He couldn't help smiling to himself at the look on her face when
all she received for supper was another survival ration; when she
found out what her reward was going to be, it would just make the
surprise that much greater...

She heard the Signal for the start of her Relaxation period, and
was wondering what she could do when the panel slid open again.
She went over to retrieved the things that were inside -- a
bucket of water, and a plastic bin with a piece of terry cloth
inside it. She started to pull the terry cloth out of the bin,
and as she did, she heard something fall on the floor. It took
her a few seconds to spot it. She picked it up and discovered
that it was a small piece of soap. She'd been isolated in the
room long enough by that point that the things she'd just been
given simply didn't connect for her.
Bin. Soap. Terry cloth. Water... What?
Terry cloth. Soap. Bin. Water. No, nothing there...
Soap. Terry cloth. Water. Bin. Better, but still not quite...
Water. Terry cloth. Bin. Soap. That wasn't it...
Soap. Bin. Terry cloth. Water. Closer, but still not...
Water. Bin. Soap. Terry cloth... that somehow felt almost
right...
Soap. Water. Bin. Terry cloth. She thought that was it, but ...
Soap, water, bin. Terry cloth.
Soap, water. Bin. Terry cloth. She could start to feel the
excitement of knowing she almost had it...
Soap and water. Bin. Terry cloth.
Soap and water! The bin, and a TOWEL! She was being rewarded with
a bath!
Tears were streaming down her face as she pulled the terry cloth
-- it unfolded to reveal that it was a towel -- out of the bin,
revealing folded plastic underneath. That confused her for a few
seconds until she realized that she was meant to use it to keep
the water from her bath -- her bath!! -- from wetting the floor.
With a supreme effort, she got her excitement under control and
took the plastic out. Unfolding it, she carefully spread it out
before moving the bucket and bin to the center of the area it
covered. She was tempted to leave the towel where she'd dropped
it, but decided that if she was being rewarded with a bath -- a
BATH! -- then she was going to be as neat and clean about it as
she could, to show her appreciation -- which was tremendous.
She folded the towel again, and set it where it would be easy to
reach without risking dripping water on the rest of the floor.
After removing the belt and sanitary napkin she was wearing, she
moved to where she'd set the water and bin and began washing. She
didn't know it, but she only had two gallons of water -- but she
turned those two gallons of water and the piece of soap into the
happiest experience she thought she'd ever had. With no hair to
wash, she had more than enough water to wash and rinse her body,
starting at her head and working her way down, always careful to
make sure as much of the runoff went into the bin as she could.
She didn't know how much time she took -- it was just over twenty
minutes, actually -- but she delighted in every moment of it.
When she was done, almost ecstatic at the feeling of her clean
skin and the fresh scent of the soap, she dried herself off
before carefully pouring the used water -- her bathwater she
thought to herself, delighted -- into the bucket. Then she used
the towel to dry the bin, and finally to soak up the odd bits of
water that had escaped despite her efforts to contain them.
She then moved the bucket and bin over by the panel, and set her
folded towel inside the bin. She re-folded the sheet of plastic,
careful not to damage it, and set it on top of the towel.
She'd barely set the soap on top of the plastic so it wouldn't
stick to the towel when the panel opened again. Happily, she put
everything inside -- not the slightest bit concerned or
embarrassed when she realized that they had probably watched her
the whole time she was washing. When the panel slid shut, she put
on her belt and a new napkin before she sat down on the floor
again. For the rest of the period, she would occasionally take a
small sniff of her hand or arm -- and smile.

He had watched her as she washed, amused at the obvious joy it
brought her, and more than a little aroused by the sight of her
hands moving on her soap-slickened body.
He'd nearly laughed as he'd watched her slowly making the
connection between the things she'd been given; the expression on
her face when she'd finally understood had been priceless!
Still, the important thing was that she'd learned that doing what
she'd been told, despite whatever else she might have thought and
felt, had resulted in something happening that made her happy. In
a fashion, she'd discovered the link between doing something she
didn't like "now" resulting in a later benefit. A few more
examples of that, and he figured she'd have the connection made
permanently.

The Signal woke her up the next morning, and with her first deep
breath, she was reminded of the bath she'd had the night before
-- the faint scent of the soap was still with her. She couldn't
help smiling at the memory, and quickly went about getting ready
for the rest of the day.
Breakfast was the usual, and when she was given her water and
toilet containers, she also received another seven pads. She'd
only used five -- six including the fresh one she'd put on after
waking up -- and wondered what to do about the surplus. She
finally settled on telling them about it when it was time for
Discussion.
Despite the happiness she felt at having been able to wash --
she'd realized that she was glad she hadn't noticed how bad she
smelled before -- she continued having thoughts about how
ill-behaved she'd been creeping into her mind. She tried to shove
them back out again, but it didn't do much good. By the time
Health period came around, she was definitely feeling sad again.
Remembering what she'd figured out before, she got a little more
inventive about the various activities she engaged in. It was
still early in her menstrual cycle, though, so she wasn't
inclined to get too enthusiastic; but she was still tired -- and
feeling a little satisfied, to tell the truth -- when the Signal
came for her to go back to Contemplation.
By the end of that, though, she was starting to feel a bit
depressed again, and was looking forward to Training, and then
Discussion, which would distract her from the memories that kept
coming back.
Her Training period consisted of being told what kinds of things
she would be expected to do once she had finished her training;
hearing what they were, she quickly realized that she already
knew how to do most of them -- was used to doing them, in fact.
When Discussion came, the first thing she did was to tell them
that she wasn't using as many pads as they were giving her; she
was surprised when she was told she should just go ahead and
change them more often, if she wanted.

He knew, of course, that she wasn't using as many of the sanitary
napkins as she was given; and he was pleased when she brought it
up herself after just the first day of using them.
He could see that she was definitely feeling the effects of the
audio program he was feeding into her room; the way her shoulders
slumped, the relative listlessness, and so on. He figured that
she would be ready for the next stage of things in a week,
perhaps a little longer. Then things would definitely change for
her.

Over the next several days, she found herself getting
progressively more depressed as the memories of all the things
she'd done to people kept coming back to her -- and worse, she
couldn't help thinking about what it must have been like for them
from their perspective. She thought about the way her different
friends, and even their families, had tried to help her; and how
she'd lied to them, and stolen from them, and used them to get
things that she wanted but didn't NEED.
The guilt and shame of it all wore heavily on her, steadily
eating away at her confidence and self-respect. Even the memory
of her bath failed to lift her spirits.
One day, during Discussion, she said "Master, there is something
that I have been thinking about, and I feel like I have to tell
you about it."
"What is it you would say?"
"I have been thinking about all of the things that I did before I
was given to you, and I am ashamed. There were so many people
that tried to help me, and I treated them so badly! I stole
things, I lied to people, and so much more to so many people. I
understand now why I was given to you, and I know that they did
the right thing. But I did so many bad things, I'm afraid that
won't be able to change the way I know I should. Please, Master
-- can you teach me to be a better person?" -- and with that, she
felt the tears begin streaming down her face as she sat there,
ashamed of what she'd confessed.

Eight days. It had taken her just eight days to go from the
near-ecstasy she'd experienced from something as simple as a
bath, to where she was now.
The man was pleased. Not at the obvious suffering she was
experiencing, but at the fact that now he could begin the next
part of her training. He didn't like having to bring her to the
point where she was now, but knew that it was still necessary if
she was to change into someone better able to fit into society --
and more to the point, someone that would meet his needs.
He told her "It is good that you have come to accept that you are
here because of what you have done. Do you really want to
change?" and heard her impassioned answer "Oh, yes, Master!"
"Then you do not need to worry. As long as you want to learn the
things that we will teach you here, you will change from what you
were."
"Really, Master?" she asked.
The desperation in her voice made him reluctant to do so, but he
still set the transmitter for the collar she was wearing to its
lowest setting before giving her a brief punishment, and hearing
her soft gasp. Then he told her "We told you that you would
change; it is not for you to question whether we will actually do
it. That is why you were punished. But we also understand that
you feel remorse for your previous actions, so the punishment was
mild. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master", she replied.
"Do you think the punishment we just gave you was fair, and
deserved?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
He could hear the sincerity in her voice, and told her "If you
are able to understand that the punishment was for something you
did, and accept that it was fair, then you have started to change
from the person you were to the kind of person you should be. Now
we can begin to teach you HOW to be that kind of person."

Even as she'd asked the question, she'd known that she was going
to be punished for it -- but had been unable to stop herself.
That the punishment had been as small and brief as it was had
surprised her; the explanation of why it had been so had actually
made her think that they were being fair: SHE had broken the
rules they'd given her, and she'd been punished for it -- but
they'd understood that she'd done it only because she was so
upset, and had only punished her enough to remind her of the
rule.
Following that thought, it occurred to her that she had only been
punished when she had actually broken a rule; otherwise, they
hadn't hurt her. Even when they'd wanted her clothes, all they
did was refuse to give HER something until she gave THEM
something. And they'd even given her rewards when she'd done well
-- like the piece of chocolate after that first Health period,
and the bath after she'd done what she was already supposed to do
when the Master came to see her.
With that, she realized that they already WERE starting to change
her from the spoiled brat she'd been when she first got there --
and felt no small measure of relief. As terrible as she thought
-- KNEW -- she'd been, and as bad as she felt about it, they were
still helping her learn to change. And that knowledge gave her a
small, faint hope that things would be different for her.

He was watching her on the monitor, and could see the different
thoughts and emotions playing themselves out on her face -- and
waited patiently until he saw her expression settle into
something like satisfaction before he told her "Now that you are
ready to pay attention to what we have to tell you, you will find
that we are not unkind. As you learn the lessons that we have to
teach you, you will be rewarded. Before, you sought to avoid
being punished for being bad; now you will want to do good for
the rewards that it will bring you. Do you understand the
difference?"
He watched as she considered it for a few seconds before she
answered "I think so, Master."
"Explain to us."
"Until I was given to you, I'd steal things from stores and hope
that I wasn't caught; since I've been here, I've gotten rewards
because I did the things I was supposed to. Then, I was trying
not to be seen because I was doing a bad thing, and now I want to
be seen because I'm trying to do good things. It's like there's a
middle, where people aren't watching me because I'm not doing
anything. I didn't want people to know what I was doing when I
did negative things like lying and stealing, and now I want to do
positive things and I don't care if people see because what I'm
doing IS good. It's like the whole thing is exactly backwards
from the way it was." she answered, after a few seconds.
He told her "That is correct", and he could see the happiness on
her face at having gotten it right, just as a child in school
would be pleased at a kind word from a teacher. Well, that's what
she was, he supposed.
He then said to her "You have done well to tell us that you were
bothered by your thoughts, and to have learned the things that
you have. We know that this has been difficult for you, so we
shall give you a reward for what you have done. Is there anything
else that you would speak to us about?"
"No, Master."
"Very well. This will be the end of Discussion." he told her.

While the idea of receiving another reward pleased her, the thing
that truly settled her mind was the simple relief of having been
able to unburden herself about the shame and regret she felt
about all she'd done to people.
Then to be told that she WAS starting to change, and learning to
be better... Well, that was enough to keep her happy for the rest
of the evening.
When it was time for her Meal, she was surprised to see that
there was a small bowl with her food bar -- she picked it up and
discovered that it was actually warm; sniffing it, she discovered
that it was beef broth -- and felt her mouth begin to water.
Removing her food bar, she stood for a few moments trying to
decide whether she wanted to drink the broth first because it
smelled so good, or save it for afterwards -- and finally settled
on drinking it AS she ate the food bar. Sitting down carefully so
she didn't spill it, she took a small sip of the broth --
delicious! -- then took a bite of the bar. Back and forth she
went, using a small sip of the broth to wash down each bite of
the ever-tasteless food bar. By the time she'd finished the bar,
she still had a little of the broth left; not as warm as when
she'd gotten it, of course, but still delightful as she savored
the last little bit she'd been able to drain from the bowl.
When the panel slid open, she gladly put the empty bowl in it --
grateful for even that simple addition to her diet.

The man watched as she ate her evening meal, certain that she
wouldn't detect the small dose of tranquilizer that he'd added to
the broth he'd given her. He knew from experience that it was
tasteless, and the excuse of rewarding her for "coming clean"
about her obviously deepening depression about her previous
actions and how they'd affected people was the perfect
opportunity to do what he needed to prepare her for the next
stage.
He knew from his training that there the truly tasteless
tranquilizers were all fairly slow to act, and he waited
patiently for it to take effect. There was still a bit over half
an hour before her sleep period began when she finally gave in to
the slowly increasing desire to sleep. He waited another hour
just to make sure before he got up to begin his task.
Opening the door to her room, he went inside and gave her a small
injection in one of her cute little ass cheeks. The so-called
"truth serum" he gave her was actually just a chemical that
affected the higher levels of the mind -- essentially making it
impossible for her to think well enough to come up with lies. But
the secondary effect of it -- which was what he was using it for
-- also made the person it was used on extremely receptive to any
commands given to them by someone.
As he waited the few minutes he knew the chemical would need
before it took effect, he took the opportunity to touch her --
softly caressing her ass and gently stroking her breasts,
watching as her nipples slowly erected in response to his touch.
Enjoying the feel of her skin under his touch, he gave the drug a
couple of extra minutes to take effect before he began speaking
to her.
Between the tranquilizer and the serum, she was easily as
receptive as he'd hoped she'd be. The only thing that slowed him
down was the necessity of phrasing his instructions in the
simplest terms possible: just as she would be unable to think
well enough to invent lies, she was equally unable to think well
enough to understand anything but the most basic commands. But by
repeating them several times, he was able to get the ideas and
instructions implanted in her mind well enough for his needs. It
wouldn't be the last time that he'd have to "adjust" her through
her subconscious, but this was the time that would make the
others relatively easy.
It was nearly an hour and a half before he was satisfied that she
had accepted all the programming he'd put into her. Once he was
satisfied, though, he finished up by giving her a few commands
that would ensure she woke up feeling refreshed. All she would
have as a side effect would be a slight headache from the
chemicals; and even that would quickly disappear once her body
started moving and finished metabolizing them.
With a final soft caress of her cheek, he stood up and left her
room, carefully securing the door behind him.
Back at the small "control center" where he had a computer set up
to play the video streams from the four cameras in the room and
the concealed microphone, he changed the settings on the small
program he'd written to play the audio tracks. When he was done,
she had started hearing -- unconsciously, at least -- a different
type of input: instead of the questions and comments designed to
break her spirit, she was now receiving instructions that would
slowly and progressively build her back up into the personality
that he wanted. There was still a long ways to go, but she'd
turned the corner, so to speak. Now, instead of the unpleasant
task of breaking her down, he was putting her back together again
-- something he was much happier about.

When she woke up, she knew it was because of the Signal, and she
quickly sat up to forestall being punished.
As she waited for her breakfast, she could feel a small headache
-- but it wasn't anywhere near bad enough to keep her from
feeling more rested and refreshed than she'd felt for a long
time. She could only chalk it up to the relief she felt at what
had happened the day before; just knowing that she was going to
be changing the way she treated other people and lived her life
was an immense load off her mind. She even found herself looking
forward to what was coming, and silently swore to herself that
she was going to pay attention so that she would change. She
discovered that she was actually anxious to get out of there --
not because it was such a bad place, but simply so she could
start showing whoever she was given to how good she had become.
But of course, she still had to learn, first -- and she was eager
to get started.

Other than the headache, that morning set the pattern for the
next few weeks for her: waking up in the morning feeling fresh,
and eager to start the day.
During her contemplation periods, her thoughts changed from
feeling bad about the recollections of what she'd done to people,
to what she could and SHOULD do if or when those kinds of
situations came up again. During her Health period, she found
herself a little more enthusiastic about what she was doing --
thinking to herself that if she was going to be given to someone,
she wanted to be as fit and healthy and pleasing to them as she
could be -- including how she looked.
Her Training and Discussion times quickly became her favorites:
she paid close attention to what was said during Training, almost
memorizing what she was told. Then, during Discussion, she was
eager to question how she could apply the things she was
learning.
Along the way, she made some mistakes, and was punished for them
-- and each time it happened, she took a few moments to remind
herself that she'd been punished because SHE had done something
wrong. She never "beat herself up" over it, but she didn't grant
herself absolution, either; she simply accepted her punishments
as deserved, learned from them, and went on.
It was at the end of a Discussion period when she was told
"During your next Contemplation, you will be visited by a Master.
During the Contemplation after that, there will be a Mentor that
wishes to see you. Be ready."

And she WAS ready when she heard the signal the next day; she
immediately took her position in the corner and waited.
It seemed like several minutes went by, but she continued to wait
-- she had heard the signal that meant she was going to have a
visitor, and she hadn't been told she could go back to where
she'd been sitting. Finally, the door opened and a Master came
in. This one didn't seem to be quite as tall or big as she
remembered the other being -- but it (he?) still had the silver
shield where a face would be, and all the rest. She was nervous
as hell, but kept control of herself as the Master walked over to
stand in front of her.
The voice was the same, though, when she was told "Stand", and
quickly complied.
It reached up and put a hand on her shoulder, and she felt a
slight pressure; it took her only a second to realize that it
wanted her to go someplace. She moved in response to the gentle
pressures on her shoulder until she was standing roughly in the
middle of her room. After telling her "Hold there", it went
behind her; a few seconds later, she felt it touching the insides
of her arms. She lifted them in response, and felt the touch
continue until both arms were held straight out from her
shoulders. Since the last instruction she'd received had been
"hold there", she kept her arms held out -- and a few moments
later, felt it reaching around her. She started to get nervous,
then realized that it had only passed something from one hand to
the other; that was soon followed by the feeling of something
light and narrow encircling her body right under her arms for a
few moments. Then the feeling stopped, only to resume around her
bust. A few moments later, it moved again, to her body again,
right under her tits -- and only then did she realize that she
was apparently having her clothing sizes measured.
Even though her shoulders were starting to get tired, she
continued to hold her arms out while it continued to take
measurements of her. By the fifth one, she was sure that it was
for clothing sizes -- though WHY she was being measured wasn't as
clear. Obviously, they were planning on giving her clothes, but
she didn't have any expectation that she was anywhere near being
ready to be given to a Mentor yet.
When it was done with the measurements of her body, it touched
the outsides of her arms briefly and told her "Down". Relieved,
she slowly lowered them, letting them simply hang at her sides as
they usually did. The Master moved in front of her, and knelt
down to take the measurements of her legs -- and to her surprise,
her feet, as well. When it stood again, it was towering over her,
it's face looking down at her. She started to get nervous again
before it asked her "You do not fear us?"
Her mouth was dry, but she managed to answer "It is not the
Master that I fear."
A couple of seconds went by before it said "Explain"
Hesitantly, she told it "I- I'm not afraid the Master will hurt
me. I just don't want to make a mistake and displease the
Master."
Several seconds went by before it told her "Explain more."
She had to lick her lips to wet them before she could say "I am
punished when I make mistakes, and that is right. But I want to
please the Master because it is what I should do, not because I
don't want to be punished."
Several more seconds ticked by, and she was starting to get
nervous again when it told her "We are pleased at what you have
learned. You speak well, and correctly. We shall speak to the
others. When we are gone, you will return to what you were
doing."
It stood there for a bit longer before turning and going out,
closing the door behind it.
Relieved, she went back to sitting where she was supposed to.
She had barely cooled off from the exercise during her Health
period when she heard the Visitor signal again. She didn't
hesitate to move to the corner, and kneel, looking at the floor
as she'd been told to.
When the door opened, she could see that the person wasn't
dressed quite the same as a Master: the color of the robe was
different, and the sleeves were secured around their wrists,
leaving their glove covered hands visible. She could also see
that instead of the silvery shield that Masters had, the Mentor
had what looked like some kind of stiff black cloth. They came
in, and she saw that they had one of those little whips like you
saw people riding horses holding. When they got over in front of
her, the voice that she heard was obviously disguised, but they
still didn't sound anything like the Masters.
They stood in front of her for a few moments before the hand with
the little whip thingy -- she thought it was called a crop, but
wasn't sure -- came forward far enough to put the little loop at
the end of it under her chin. She felt a slight pressure, and
lifted her head in response until she was looking up into the
"face" of her visitor. After a moment, she heard them say "Oh,
yes... a very pretty little girlie!". She wasn't sure she liked
the sound of that, but kept her silence. The the figure told her
"Stand up, girlie -- stand up, and let us have a look at you."
When she was standing, she lowered her head again, and waited as
the figured moved around behind her. She felt the soft end of the
whip tracing down her back, then along the crack of her ass --
and then heard a quick swishing sound before she felt the pain of
the whip across her butt. A second later, it happened again
before she was asked "Like that, girlie? Does a little pain make
your blood run hot?"
Struggling to hold back the tears, she managed to answer "I'm
sorry, Master, but what you do only hurts."
Even with their voice disguised, she could hear the
disappointment when they said "Pity."
Then, to her horror, she felt the end of the whip slip between
her legs, softly rubbing against the opening of her vagina -- she
managed not to show it, but she was terrified that whoever it was
going to hit her THERE, too. But after a few moments, she felt it
leave her privates and slide down the inside of her thigh before
going away.
The figure reappeared on the other side of her, and she could see
as the end of the whip came up, and the figure used the little
loop at the end of it to toy with her nipples. She heard them ask
"Perhaps here?", but from the tone, she knew that she wasn't
expected to answer -- and doubted that she could have, anyway,
her fear was so strong. After a bit, the end of the whip left her
breast and traced a path down her body, ending at where she had
started growing pubic hair again -- though her cleft was still
visible. There, they rubbed the end of the whip against where her
clit was a few times before letting it fall away again.
They moved to stand in front of her again, and asked her "So,
girlie -- think you would like to come home with us? Have a
little fun, perhaps?"
Somehow, thankfully, she managed to keep the horror she felt at
that idea out of her voice as she evenly answered "That isn't for
me to choose, Master."
Again, she could hear the disappointment when the figure said
"True. Too bad, really." before telling her "Go ahead and sit
down again, girlie."
She couldn't completely stop the soft moan of pain as the act of
sitting again fanned the flames of pain from where the whip had
been used on her ass. When she was looking at the floor again,
she heard the figure say "Such a shame... so pretty..." before
turning and leaving. Only when the door was closed and a full
five minutes -- which she carefully counted off -- had gone by
did she dare to move back to where she'd been sitting.
When she woke up from her Sleep, she wasn't surprised to discover
a pair of distinct welts across her butt, where she'd been
struck. She had no idea who the person was that had done that to
her; but she was quite certain that she didn't want to be
anywhere near them, EVER. The thought that she could conceivably
be given to someone like that only served to make her want to do
anything and everything she could to avoid that happening.
It was a couple of cycles later and the nearly the end of
Discussion when she was told "The Master that measured you has
spoken, and it has been decided that you have done well enough to
be promoted."
She answered "Thank you, Master", and several seconds went by
before the voice asked her "Do you not want to know what a
promotion means for you? Or when it will happen?"
"Forgive me, Master. I know that if the Masters think that I've
earned any reward, then it will be what they believe is fair. I
also trust that if the Masters wish to promote me, then it will
happen when the Masters think the time is right. I am content to
learn what the Masters teach me, so that I can be good when the
Masters think that I am ready to leave here."
She thought that Discussion was over, when the voice told her
"Yes, you are learning very well, as the other Master said. We
shall see to it that you receive your promotion soon. If you have
no questions?"
"None, Master."
"Then Discussion is finished."
There wasn't anything special with her meal, and she didn't
notice the faint discoloration of the food bar; she'd long since
stopped paying any attention to it other than to eat it.
As was expected, she quietly nodded off ahead of her regular
Sleep period.

When he went inside her room, the first thing the man did was to
give her the injection of the serum. The second was to treat the
welts he'd left on her ass. Despite what she thought -- which the
expression on her face had made clear -- he'd gotten no pleasure
or satisfaction from what he'd done. If anything, he regretted
striking her as hard as he had; but it was done, and there wasn't
any changing what had happened. All he could do now was to treat
the wounds so they would heal faster and not cause her as much
discomfort.
By the time he was finished, enough time had passed that he knew
the serum had taken effect. Again, he was patient as he went
through the additional instructions he had for her. She readily
accepted them, so it wasn't long before he was able to give her
the final commands for her to go back to sleep. When she had, he
injected her with another tranquilizer to make sure that she
stayed completely unconscious while he worked.
Because he'd planned ahead, it was only a matter of a couple
hours work for him to remove the appropriate sections of
indoor/outdoor carpet and install the small combined toilet and
shower area that he'd bought from a camper/RV store in the next
state. The drains for the shower and toilet were already in
place, and took only a moment to secure. After the fiberglass
toilet/shower combo was in place, it was only another half hour
to put up the Plexiglas wall and doorway that would not only
contain the shower spray, but give her the illusion of some
privacy due to their translucence. In fact, the walls of the
shower area would block the view of the camera in the farthest
corner, and partially obstruct the two in the near corners -- but
not the one mounted in the corner over head.
When he was done, he checked to make sure everything was securely
fastened, then that he'd removed all traces that anything had
happened in the room. On his way out, he moved the couple of
sanitary napkins she still had, along with the belt, to give her
reason to believe that she'd been physically moved before taking
her toilet and water containers with him. There was a small
spigot on the shower wall where she would be able to draw water,
and he'd left her a medium-sized plastic glass to drink from.
Closing the door behind him, he secured it, then disposed of the
two containers. Back outside her room, he reversed the panel that
blocked her view of the area right outside the room, so that she
would see a different color and think she was in a different
place. The last thing he had to do was go around to the other
side and connect the plumbing fixtures -- a matter of just a
couple of minutes. He went ahead and hooked up both hot and cold
water lines, but left the hot turned off -- she still had more to
learn, after all.
Finally, he put her food bar in the transfer area and secured the
outside panel; the computer program he had running would open the
inner panel at the appropriate time -- meaning that he wouldn't
have to get up early to feed her. One final check of everything,
and he headed up to his own bed.

She woke up at the Signal, and sat up with another faint
headache. She started to reach for her water to get a drink, but
the jug didn't seem to be where she'd left it. It was only when
she looked around to see where it was that she realized she
wasn't where used to be: in the corner there was... well, it
looked like... a shower?
Hardly daring to believe it could be true, she got up and went
over to it, it was only a moment's examination to locate the
door, and when she opened it, she couldn't believe her eyes: not
only did it look like a shower -- with a small sink underneath
the taps -- but there seemed to be... a toilet, too!
Not believing anything was going to happen, she reached over and
turned the handles under the shower -- and was amazed when water
came of out of the faucet over the small sink. Looking closer,
she could see a small handle on the wall, and how the arrow on it
was pointed down; it took her a few moments to realize that if
she turned it so the arrow pointed up... the shower would work!.
She could only stand there for several seconds, wondrous at her
good fortune, before she remembered to turn the water off.
She reached for the handle to the toilet, unable to resist hoping
that it would work, too -- only to have her wildest dreams come
true when she heard it flush. Looking around at her incredible
good fortune, she spotted what looked like a recessed panel.
After a few moments of fiddling with it, she figured out that it
slid upwards -- and inside the recess it covered there was an
entire roll of toilet paper.
Looking back over at the sink again, she saw something she'd
missed the first time: there was a small recess in the wall, and
sitting inside was a plastic glass -- easily four times the size
of the paper cup that she'd gotten used to drinking from. She
couldn't stop the trembling in her hands as she took the glass
and carefully put it under the faucet over the sink and turned
the water on. When the glass was half full, she turned the water
off and drank. It was just water, but she didn't think she'd ever
had anything that tasted better!
She was still inside the enclosure when she heard the Signal that
it was time to eat -- she was so enraptured by what she had that
she nearly didn't make it to the locker before the door closed.
Filling her glass -- HER GLASS! -- again, she sat on the floor
and nibbled her way through her food bar, smiling broadly every
time she took a sip from her glass to wash down what she'd just
eaten.
When it was time for Grooming, she wanted to take a shower so
badly, but she didn't have any soap or anything to dry herself
with. But being able to actually SIT on a toilet to void her
bowels and empty her bladder was almost as good. When she was
done, and flushed it, she couldn't help giggling in happiness at
the sound of the running water.
She'd finished her exercises and was walking around the room to
cool off from them when the voice told her "At the end of each
Health period, you are allowed to clean yourself off with a brief
shower. If you spend too much time, the water will be shut off.
During your Grooming time, you are permitted to take longer to
clean yourself; but again, if you take too long, we will turn off
the water. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you!"
There was a brief pause before she was told "We prefer to teach
by rewarding good behavior, rather than punishing bad. You are
doing well so far; continue, and you will be rewarded even more."
With that, the panel opened; when she looked inside, she saw that
she'd been given not only a towel, but a bar of soap. With her
new treasures in her hands, she practically danced over to take a
shower.

The man couldn't help smiling at the sheer joy that she was
getting from being able to take a shower -- even if it was just a
cold one, as she was discovering, but not seeming to mind. The
computer had control of a solenoid, and once she turned the water
on, she'd only be allowed five minutes to rinse off from her
exercise before the water shut off again. She would be limited to
fifteen minutes in the mornings.
As he watched, he was glad to see that the treatment he'd given
the marks on her butt were already starting to look like they
were fading. Certainly, she didn't act as though they were
bothering her as much as they had.

She was roughly halfway through her Contemplation when she heard
the Signal for a visitor.
Even though she hadn't been told to expect one, she immediately
did as she'd been told when the Signal sounded. She was kneeling
with her head bowed, and saw the door open. She noticed that the
wall behind the figure she saw was a different color; obviously,
she'd been moved while she was asleep. She was starting to wonder
how they'd done that when the person came into the room, moving
to stand a couple feet in front of her.
Though noticeably smaller, this one appeared to be dressed pretty
much the same as the first Visitor had been -- minus the whip,
she was happy to see, and wearing different gloves.
The voice was different, too, when she was told "Okay,
sweetcheeks, on your feet."
When she was standing, he (she couldn't really tell the gender,
but didn't figure women would have much interest in her) told her
"That's a good start -- but spread your feet more; I wanna be
able to reach the good stuff."
That didn't sound real promising to her, but she did as she was
told -- only to be surprised when he took a step forward and
reached down to put his hand between her legs. It was only
through a tremendous exercise of self control that all she did
was stand there and accept his touch. After a few moments, the
hand moved from between her legs, only to go to her breast, which
he then squeezed -- almost painfully hard. A minute later, he
started moving around her, his hand wandering all over her body,
as though he were inspecting a piece of meat. When he was behind
her, she heard him say "Okay, sweetcheeks -- bend over and spread
'em."
It took her a second to realize what she was expected to do, and
summoning her courage she did it: bending over at the waist and
using her hands to spread her ass -- exposing herself to him
completely. She felt his hand on the small of her back for a
moment, then it moved down, where she felt one gloved finger
prodding at her anus. She heard the cloth rustle, and realized
that he had either squatted or bent over so that he could look
even closer at her -- and with that, she understood that all her
visitor was looking at, or for, was a living, breathing sex toy.
After a bit, she heard the rusting again before he said "Okay,
stand up again."
When she did, she felt his gloved hand on her ass; he gave one
side a few none-too-gentle squeezes, then slapped her ass before
saying "Very good -- nice and tight!"
From the corner of her eye, she could see him starting to move
back around in front of her, making her feel all the more like
she was just some thing that he was looking at, and not a person.
When he was almost in front of her again, he reached up and
traced the outline of her lips with one gloved finger -- she
hoped it wasn't the one he'd used to poke at her rectum. His hand
fell to his side, and he told her "On your back, honey, and open
up, just like for the doctor."
She couldn't help blushing as she moved to lie down, then bending
and spreading her legs, much as she'd done for the few visits
she'd had to a gynecologist. The figure knelt down, and reached
out to spread her vaginal lips, looking at her closely for
several moments before standing up again and telling her "On your
feet again."
When she was standing, he asked her "What's the biggest cock
you've ever had?"
Blushing again, she answered "I- I haven't had any, Master.
I'm... I'm a virgin."
She could hear the surprise in his voice, despite the disguising
of it, when he asked "No shit? You're a real, live virgin? You've
never fucked anybody?"
"It's true, Master."
"Oh, I get it -- you're a dyke, right? A Lezzie?"
"No, Master. I've never been with a girl, either."
"Well, FUCK me. Never been fucked."
She shook her head, and he asked "Ever sucked a guy off? Given
one a handjob? Taken it in the ass, maybe?"
Blushing furiously, she shook her head again before answering
"Nothing like that, Master"
"Oh, this could be good. A cutie pie like you, and a three-hole
virgin to boot! Oh, man, the fun I could have with you... mmm,
mmm, mmm!"
He seemed to consider something then, and asked "Have you at
least gotten yourself off? You know, done yourself? Until you
came?"
Glad she was looking at the floor, she admitted that she had.
"Okay, you've got it, you just haven't used it for anything yet.
Well, that won't last long if I get you, sweetcheeks! Go ahead
and sit down again. When I'm gone, go back to whatever it was you
were doing."
"Yes, Master", she answered, relieved that he would be leaving
soon, as she moved to kneel down again. He watched her for a few
more moments, then she heard him say "Oh, man -- I didn't think I
could GET this lucky!" before he turned and left, closing the
door behind him.
Once she was sure he was gone, she went back to Contemplation,
silently hoping that someone else would be interested in her,
too.

The man watched her, waiting to see how she would react to her
latest "visitor" -- himself, of course, in another of the
disguises he had. He'd deliberately done everything he could to
embarrass her, and try to make her feel ashamed; judging from the
number of times she'd blushed, and the expressions he'd seen on
her face, he'd done a pretty good job of it, too. But she'd kept
herself under control in the ways it mattered, which actually
impressed him a bit: he'd halfway expected her to break down and
cry in response to the treatment he'd given her.
He could see that she wasn't happy about what had happened; but
she wasn't doing or saying anything about it, either. After a
while, he decided she probably wasn't going to do or say anything
-- unless, perhaps, it was during a Discussion period.

It was a few weeks later, and she was in her morning
Contemplation when she heard the Visitor Signal. She quickly took
her place, and was waiting in the proper position when the door
opened.
She saw that it wasn't a Master coming to see her -- the figure
outside was wearing the same type of robe as her previous
Visitors had been. When he came in, she figured he was probably
close to average in height and size. Even with her head bowed,
she was able to watch him walk forward until he was standing
right in front of her. As she expected, the voice was disguised
when he told her "Stand up, please."
He was the first to say "Please" to her, and she was curious to
know what else he would do or say as she moved to do as he'd
said.
When she was standing, she got the distinct impression he was
looking at her face when she heard him ask "Are you being treated
well here?"
"Master, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how to answer your
question."
"Okay, let me rephrase it, then. You're not being beaten, or
shocked with cattle prods, or abused in some other way?"
"Oh, no, Master! When I've been bad, they've punished me with
this" -- she gestured to the box on her neck- " but they don't
physically hurt me. I've been punished only a few times, and each
time it happened, it was explained to me what I did wrong so I'd
know not to do it again. I don't think that I've had to be
punished twice for the same mistake."
"You're getting enough food? Water?"
"Oh, yes, Master. There's a glass and water tap in the shower
area, and I'm fed twice a day."
He started to walk around her, and she could somehow tell that he
was looking her over -- only she felt like he was doing it
differently than the last one had. She wasn't quite sure why, but
she got the impression she was being looked at to make sure she
was okay; instead of as being something to be played with, and
used.
The next thing she was asked was "You're allowed to wash
yourself, and exercise every day?"
"I am, Master."
"Tell me when."
"After my morning meal, I shower to get clean. Then after my
exercise period, I'm allowed to rinse myself off again."
The visitor walked over to her shower area, and opened the door
to look in, then shut it again before saying "I see you have
soap, too. Is that what you use to wash your hair, too?"
"Yes, Master."
"Why do you keep calling me Master?"
"When I first arrived, I was told to call everyone Master,
Master."
"But I'm not one of the ones that runs this place -- they wear a
different getup than this."
"Yes, Master -- but I have not been told to use any other name to
speak to my visitors."
"Other people have been in here to see you? Tell me about them."
Afraid, she answered "I- I don't know if I'm allowed to do that,
Master."
"And you don't know that you aren't allowed, either, do you?"
"No, Master, that's true."
"Then tell me. I'll tell the ones running this place I told you
to, so you don't get in any trouble."
She considered it for a few moments, then finally told him "I
have had two other visitors, Master. The first one hit me on
my... butt, with a small whip, and wanted to know if it...
excited me. I think he was disappointed when I told him that all
it did was hurt. The second visitor I had seemed more interested
in my body, and my... my sexual parts. He asked me questions
about whether I've had sex, and seemed very... interested when I
told him that I am a virgin."
Even through the voice disguising, she could hear the surprise
when her visitor asked "You're a virgin? How old are you?"
"Yes, Master, I'm a virgin. The last birthday I remember, I
turned sixteen."
The next question came as something of a surprise: "What do you
want to do when you leave here?"
"I want to do whatever I can to make the person I'm given to
happy, Master."
"Why are you here?"
"Master, I was a very bad person before I came here. I drank, and
used drugs, and stole from my friends, and from stores. I did a
lot of bad things to a lot of people, until I was brought here so
I could learn to be better."
"And ARE you learning to be better?"
"That wouldn't be for me to say, Master. All I can do is tell you
that I'm trying very hard to learn."
She could tell that he was studying her when he asked "Do you
think you're pretty?"
"My other two visitors said that I was, Master."
"I asked if YOU think you're pretty."
"No, Master, I don't. I only hope that the one I'm given to will
find me attractive enough for them."
He reached out and put his hand under her chin, tilting her head
back up before using his thumb to softly stroke her cheek. His
last question was "And what is it that would make YOU happy?"
"To know that what I do pleases the one I am given to, Master."
He gave her cheek one more caress before withdrawing his hand and
telling her "Go ahead and sit down again, please. When I'm gone,
you should go back to whatever you were doing when I got here."
"Yes, Master", she answered, taking a seat again. When she was
situated, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
She got up and went to her sitting place, thinking about the
visitor she'd just had. She didn't dare dream of being given to
him -- it was simply too much to even think about, to be given to
someone that seemed as kind and gentle as he had been. All she
could do was hope that wherever she went, the person would at
least be like her last visitor.
At the beginning of Discussion, she was told "We are informed
that you told your visitor that others have been to se you."
"That's true, Master."
"Why did you say that?"
"Because I was asked, Master."
"Tell us."
"The one who visited me today asked why I called him Master, and
I answered that I had been told to call everyone that, Master. I
said that I had not been told to call visitors anything else, and
he asked if others had visited me. I've been told to be honest
and truthful, so I said that I had. He asked me to tell him about
the other visitors, and I told him that I wasn't sure I was
allowed to do that. He said that I didn't know I wasn't allowed,
either, and said that I should tell him about them. I have also
been told to do what I am told by Masters, so I did what he told
me, and described what had happened with my other visitors."
"And if you have done the wrong thing?"
"Then I will be punished, Master."
"Do you think it would be right for you to be punished for that?"
"That would be for the Master to decide", she replied.
"Did your visitor say that he would take responsibility if he
told you to do something you were not supposed to?"
"Yes, Master."
"Why do you not say that what he told you should excuse you from
punishment if you were wrong?"
"Because he is a visitor, and not a Master, Master."
"Explain."
"Master, I'm here because I'm still learning. While I'm here, I
think that the authority of the Masters is more than the
authority of a visitor. I tried to do what I've been told to, but
if I made a mistake, then it's for the Master to decide, not the
visitor, or me."

He was pleased with what he heard her saying.
Her reasoning of the problem she'd faced was good, and she had
done what she'd been told -- even if it meant she might be
punished later. She wasn't using the promise of her visitor --
him, in a different disguise -- to try and get out of any
punishment, either. It had been her call, she'd made it, and she
was ready to accept the consequences. All she was doing was
telling him what she did, and why she did it -- and leaving the
decision of the right or wrong of it up to him. She'd pointed out
-- politely, but correctly -- that she hadn't been given
instructions to handle the situation, but wasn't using that as an
excuse.
When he'd been in the room with her, she had told him what had
happened to her before -- the facts of it, boiled down to their
basics -- and given him a fairly reasonable description of the
type of character that he'd tried to come across as.
All in all, he figured she'd done as well as she could have been
expected to. More important, she wasn't trying to excuse herself
from any punishment, or direct it anywhere else -- if she made a
mistake, she was owning up to it.
She had been learning well, too -- she'd told her "visitor" that
she was trying very hard to learn, and from the Training and
Discussion periods, he knew that was true: she was trying, and
doing fine. She'd never complained about the whip marks or the
way she'd been treated by the other character he'd played when he
visited her; nor was she saying or doing anything to indicate
that even this last visit had any more significance to her than
the others. He knew full well from the way she'd reacted that of
the three characters he'd played, she'd have been ecstatic to go
with the last one, she wasn't indicating any preference for one
over another.
He'd particularly been impressed with the answers she'd given
when he'd asked what she'd do when she left, and what would make
her happy -- those told him that the reprogramming of her was
coming along very well; perhaps even better than he'd hoped.
Then, with a sudden flash of insight, he realized why she was
doing so well. Despite the fact that she was 16 years old and the
life she'd been living, she was still a virgin: so while her
calendar age was higher, the fact that she was virginal meant
that her emotional age wasn't as far along. In fact, that she'd
been lying and stealing and all the rest, instead of trying to
find some kind of job, pointed toward lack of emotional
development, too. Apparently, he'd gotten her in a transition
stage between "little girl" and "young woman". Even more, he
suspected that he'd caught her at the tail end of that
transition: she was emotionally mature enough that she didn't
respond to the training like a child, but she was still
sufficiently undeveloped that her emotional and psychological
processes could be molded without much difficulty. He realized
that if her home life had been any different, she'd likely have
gotten enough discipline to bring her emotional and psychological
development up to match her calendar age -- if not farther. Damn!
To have picked this girl, with her so-called home life, at this
point in her development...
If that was the case, then it opened up a LOT of possibilities to
him. He thought of some things he could do to see if he was
right. If he was...

The room had been silent for a couple of minutes when the voice
told her "We shall consider what you have said, and what your
visitor told us. When we decide what should happen with you, you
shall be informed. Until that time, you should continue as you
have."
"Yes, Master", she answered. She didn't want to be punished, of
course; but if she'd done something wrong, she knew they would
tell her so she didn't do it again.
With that out of the way, the rest of the Discussion went pretty
much as it usually did.

She woke up the next morning with a little bit of a headache, but
it was gone by the time she finished eating. When she went to
take her morning shower, she was delighted to discover that she
had hot water available. Setting the temperature as high as she
could stand it, she luxuriated under the steaming spray as she
washed.
She didn't have any visitors that day, and during her
Contemplation times, she found herself thinking about some of the
things that her visitors had said.
At the end of Discussion, the voice told her "You will have found
that we have rewarded you by letting you have hot water when you
wash. You were put into a situation that your training and
instruction did not prepare you for, and it was decided that you
did as you were instructed. Because you chose correctly in a
situation you were not prepared for, we have decided that you
should be rewarded instead of punished. There will be additional
rewards with your meal."
"Thank you, Master."
"You do not need to thank us. As we have told you, we would
prefer to reward the good than punish the bad. You have done
well, so you are rewarded. If you have no questions, Discussion
is complete."
When it was time for her to eat, she was awed by all the
treasures that she was being given.
First, there was a mirror -- a small one, to be sure, but still a
mirror. And a comb! She knew her hair was getting longer, but she
had just been slicking it back after she washed, to keep it out
of her face. Now she could actually DO something with it!
Also with her food, there were several sheets of paper stapled
together. She took that, and her food bar, before the panel
closed again. She got herself a glass of water, and as she
started to eat, she looked at the papers -- and discovered that
they were instructions on how to do some basic yoga stretches.
Not knowing if or when she'd have to give them back, she set them
aside so that she didn't accidentally spill water or food on
them, and quickly finished her meal.
When she was done, she first tried to figure out what to do about
the mirror. It had a couple of small brackets on the back, but
she couldn't see anyplace on the walls where she could hook them
-- until she looked at the walls of the shower. She quickly went
over and hung the mirror on one of the shower walls -- on the
outside, so it wouldn't get wet -- and discovered that the
brackets on the back of it left it hanging at an angle that was
almost perfect. She didn't have any kind of shelf or anything
where she could put the comb, so she finally settled on simply
tucking it partway behind the mirror. It stayed there, out of the
way, but was still easy to remove so she could use it.
With those two items taken care of, she went back to the yoga
instructions, and spent the rest of her Relaxation reading them,
and trying some of them out. When she did, she could feel that
some of her muscles were tight, and understood that the exercises
would help get her flexible and limber again.
It was when her Sleep period came that she got her final shock of
the day: after the Signal sounded, the lights in her room dimmed!
They didn't go completely out, but it was easily only half as
light in the room. She'd gotten so used to sleeping with all the
lights on that she had a little trouble getting to sleep in the
relative dimness -- but she did finally drift off.

She woke up the next morning before the Signal, and was briefly
confused by the dimness -- until she remembered everything that
had happened the day before. Feeling rested and content, she lay
there for a while, happy with the thought of having hot water to
shower in, and a mirror and comb so she could start taking care
of her hair, and the yoga instructions that would give her
something more to do during Health.
She'd almost fallen asleep again with those happy thoughts when
the Signal sounded, and the lights came on to full brightness.
She didn't have a moment's regret about it, though -- she simply
got up and started her daily routine, just as she had the day
before -- and the day before that, and the day before that,
and...
During her Contemplation time, she found her thoughts being
crowded with the same things as she'd wondered about the day
before, and made a note to herself to bring them up during
Discussion. When it was time for Health, she did a few exercises
to warm up before starting on the yoga stretches -- and was glad
she did. The instructions had been explicit about not pushing
them too hard, but she was still surprised at how little real
flexibility she had Still, she went through all the exercises,
carefully making sure she followed the instructions. By the time
she finished them, she was beginning to have an appreciation for
how people could tie themselves up into knots. She finished the
period with another bout of exercise, then rinsed herself off.
She had dried off, and was walking around the room when she heard
the sound for her afternoon Contemplation.
With the resolution to speak to a Master about the thoughts she'd
had that morning, she didn't have any trouble keeping her mind
free for what she wanted to think about.
The Training period was as she'd come to expect, though she was
still careful to pay attention and remember the things that she
knew were important.
It was shortly after Discussion started when she said "Master,
there is something I've thought of that bothers me."
"What would that be?"
"Master, the first two visitors I had seemed to be very much
interested in.. um, sex. And even the last one was surprised to
know that I've never... done that. The thing that I started
thinking about is: am I expected to have sex with my Mentor?"
"That would depend on who you are given to. One may expect it,
another may want it, and a third may not care."
"And that is the thing that troubles me, Master. I don't know
anything about sex. I mean, we had sex education classes in
school, so I've been told about the different things that can
happen, like catching diseases and having babies and such. And
I've seen, you know, adult magazines and movies, so I've seen
what people can do; but I don't know anything about it myself. I
don't know what I should do, Master. I don't want to disappoint
whoever I am given to if they want sex with me, but from the way
my visitors have acted, I think that my virginity is somehow
important to them."
"We understand the problem you face. We shall consider it, and
what should be done. You have done well to bring this to our
attention."
"Thank you, Master."
With that, the rest of the Discussion -- and her evening --
passed as usual.

He was extremely pleased with the way she'd brought up the
problem she was having. As he'd watched her during the last
couple of days, he could see that something was on her mind, but
he could only hope that it was what he wanted it to be. Now he
knew that it was.
He'd been reluctant to tranquilize her again, but had gone ahead
and implanted some things deeply into her subconscious. Along
with the idea that she should concern herself about having sex
with whoever she was given to, he'd embedded an even deeper
command that would make her susceptible to hypnosis -- something
that he'd been reluctant to try because it was so dependent on a
tacit acceptance by the subject. Hypnosis probably would have
worked once she'd started accepting the training, but doing it
the first time would have been time-consuming. Going at it
indirectly as he had greatly simplified the process; as well as
making the end result far more certain.
With her ready acceptance of the "suggestion" that she should
consider the subject of sex with her Mentor, the more strongly
implanted commands about responding to hypnosis should be even
more effective, he though to himself -- particularly with the
audio tracks still being fed into her room. As the days and weeks
had gone by, he'd slowly altered the nature of it from the
initial personality restructuring that he'd started with, to
gradually increasing the commitment she'd have for the one she
was finally "given" to -- which would be himself; that was, after
all, the whole point of the process.
The only difficulty he faced -- and it really wasn't all that
problematic -- was initiating the process while she was awake. In
his persona as a Master, he had to be as commanding and
unapproachable as possible; and -- except when he was
representing himself -- any Visitor or potential Mentor had to be
undesirable to her, which excluded those disguises as usable for
the purpose.
Taking advantage of the malleability in her personality that he'd
discovered made it necessary to change the plan -- which was
sufficiently flexible, itself, that that wouldn't be a problem.
Particularly since the potential benefits so dramatically
outweighed the costs.

Several days had gone by, and it was during her morning
Contemplation when she heard the tone that told her she had a
visitor. She quickly moved to where she was supposed to be, and
waited to see who it would be -- and more to the point, what
they'd be like.
The person that came in was a Visitor, not a Master, as evidenced
by the robe they wore. When they were standing in front of her,
and she heard them tell her "Stand up", she knew that it was the
second Visitor she'd had, come for a second visit. She wasn't as
afraid of him as she'd been of the first -- cruel -- one, but she
wasn't happy, either. But she kept her composure and did as she
was told. By the time he left, she didn't think there was a
square inch of her body that he hadn't either touched, examined
in minute detail, or both. He'd even stuck a gloved finger up her
butt, which hadn't felt good at all!
Then, in the afternoon, she got another Visitor. That one wasn't
as interested in her body as the other, but he was extremely
fussy about what she did, and how she did it: he'd corrected her
posture, wanted her to walk a certain way, didn't like her hair
style (as if she had a choice!), said her feet were too big, and
just generally criticized everything about her.
That evening, during Training, she was told that the decision on
who she would be given to would be made soon. She didn't react to
that bit of information, but in her mind, she silently dreaded
the outcome: the only one she'd been visited by twice was the one
that just seemed to want her body.

The next afternoon, she was visited by someone that wanted to
know about the different kinds of housework that she'd done --
and how she'd done it. Each time she told them something, they
made it clear that they had higher expectations of how hard she'd
be working, and how clean she'd be expected to keep things. She
expected that she'd be doing that kind of work, and was quite
willing to try and make whoever she was given to happy -- but the
expectations of her visitor still seemed a bit extreme.
It was the following afternoon when she had another visitor --
and quickly realized that it was another visit from the one that
had asked about her: whether she was being treated well, and not
being abused. Again, he was kind and gentle with her, and she
eagerly answered all the questions he asked -- even if some of
them did seem a little odd.
When he finally left, her spirits were appreciably higher --
until she realized that her chances of being given to him, or
even someone like him, seemed pretty small. After all, the other
visitors she'd had weren't anywhere near as nice as he'd been.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, she had several more
visitors -- none of whom was particularly appealing, and a few of
which left her feeling horrified or depressed at the idea of
being given to them.
It was at the beginning of a Training period when she was told
"It has been decided who you shall be given to. We shall find out
from your new Mentor what they would like done about the concerns
you had about having sex. When that is known, you shall be
informed, and any additional training will be included."
"Yes, Master. Thank you", she responded.
"From this point on, the training you receive will be
concentrated on what your new Mentor will want from you. If you
do not wish to be sent back here, you will pay close attention,
and learn. Is that understood?"
"Oh, yes, Master!"
"As your training for your Mentor continues, you shall be
rewarded for your progress in the ways that your Mentor
specifies. You will also be visited by your Mentor; if you are
grateful to him for the rewards you receive, it would be to your
benefit to tell him so. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Master."
A few seconds went by before the voice asked "Do you not wish to
know who you have been given to?"
She considered how to reply before she answered "I would be
interested to know, Master -- but I will do my best for whoever
it is."
"You answer well, so we will tell you. The Mentor that will get
you is the third one that visited you. If you do not remember
which one that is, he is the one that asked about the other
Visitors you have had."
It took her only a second to remember who it was -- the kind one!
Her spirits soared when she realized that something she hadn't
even dared dream of was actually coming true: she wasn't being
given to any of the others that had come in to see her, she was
going to the one that had actually been nice to her!

She didn't know it, but the joy and relief she was feeling at
learning who she was being given to was patently obvious from the
expression on her face, and the way her posture changed at
hearing the news. The man was both satisfied and pleased at her
response. With the promise of going to someone she'd so clearly
preferred, he knew that she would be doubly motivated: receiving
positive feedback for doing well was a far more effective
training technique than punishing bad behavior. At the most basic
level, rewarding good encouraged additional positive actions,
while disciplining after a failure generally only resulted in
people becoming unwilling to act for fear of punishmentt: he
wanted her to be PROactive in learning to please him, instead of
REactive and learning how NOT to make him UNhappy. Anyone that
had ever housebroken a dog could tell you that praising the
animal for peeing outside got you the results you wanted far
faster than punishing them for peeing in the thousand-and-one
places they might try INSIDE.
The other part of it would be that knowing any rewards she got
had been personally selected for her by her Mentor -- the one she
was to be given to -- would increase her devotion to him.
While he was at it, he also changed the audio track that was
being fed into the room: from that point forward, she would be
hearing little snippets that would encourage her dedication and
devotion to her Mentor; along with further increasing her desire
to want to make, and keep, him happy. He'd give it a couple of
days before he visited as her new Mentor, so the audio
programming had the chance to begin taking effect.

It was three days later when the girl heard the signal that she
had a visitor. She couldn't help but hope that it was the one
that was to be her Mentor; if she got the chance, she wanted to
at least try to thank him for taking her.
When the door opened, she could see that whoever it was, they
weren't dressed as either a Master OR a Visitor -- the person
standing outside her door wasn't dressed in the shapeless robes
she'd come to expect. Instead, he -- and she could see that it
was a "he" -- was wearing ordinary street clothes. With her head
bowed the way it was, she couldn't get a real good look at his
face; and she could see even less of him once he came inside and
stood in front of her. Nor could she recognize the voice when she
was told "Stand up, please" -- but the phrasing of it as a
request told her that it was the person that had she'd hoped it
was. She could barely contain her delight to do as he said.
When she was standing in front of him, she still wasn't able to
see his face -- but she could see that he was a bit taller than
she was, but otherwise fairly average in build. The hand that
reached out and touched her chin was soft, and the pressure it
applied to raise her head was gentle. When she was able to look
at him, she saw someone that was fairly indistinguishable: dark
hair cut short, plain features, brown eyes, a mustache, and
white, even teeth. No scars or other visible marks; nor did he
seem to have any visible deformities. All in all, if put into a
room with a hundred other people, it would be hard to pick him
out of the crowd -- but she thought he was the most handsome
person she'd ever seen, and her heart went out to him even more.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
She couldn't hide the happiness in her voice when she answered
"You're the one that I'm being given to, Master."
He smiled, making her even happier, as he told her "Yes, I'm
going to be the one they call your Mentor. But you don't have to
call me Master. My name is Phillip, so you can just call me Phil.
Okay?"
"Yes, Master. I mean, Phil." She'd made a mistake, and was
worried that she would be punished, or that he would be angry
with her, but all he did was tell her "It's okay -- I know it'll
take a little time for you to get used to calling me something
other than 'Master'. Just try to remember while you're here,
okay? I'm sure it'll be easier once you're home with me."
Relieved at his patience, and thrilled at hearing him confirm
that she'd be going with him, she answered "Yes... Phil."
He smiled at her again, and softly stroked her cheek before
asking "They're still treating you right? You're getting enough
food and exercise?"
"Yes, Phil"
He nodded in satisfaction with her answer, then grinned and asked
"Do you know what you get when you cross an elephant with a
rhinoceros?"
Thoroughly confused by the question, she started to get worried
that she didn't know the answer. Then, after a few seconds, she
realized that he was asking her a riddle -- and her heart soared
again that he was so kind to her that he was actually trying to
joke with her before she replied "No, Phil, I don't. What do you
get?"
He told her "Elefino!"

As soon as he saw her face go blank after he said the punch line
to what he suspected was one of the oldest jokes in the English
language, he knew that the hypnotic susceptibility he'd implanted
in her was working. The hardest part of using this kind of
post-hypnotic control was finding a trigger word or phrase that
could be used in public without sounding like just what it was:
some kind of contrived control. On the other hand, using
something more common risked having the person go into a trance
after overhearing someone else say it. The adult use of such a
childish joke made it extremely unlikely that she'd hear it from
anyone else, but was benign enough to be used in public, if
necessary.
With her receptive to his commands, he began giving her
additional instructions -- always being careful to keep them
simple, explain them thoroughly, and getting her to repeat them
back -- until he was sure that she had properly "taken" them.
When he was done, he took a couple of minutes to enjoy himself:
using his bare hands to caress her body, feeling how tight her
ass was, and how soft/firm her breasts were. He even let his hand
wander down to feel the soft luxuriousness of her pubic fleece
for a little bit before bringing her back out of the hypnotic
state.

She felt a brief moment of confusion before she remembered that
he'd just told her that he wanted her to make sure and pay
attention to her training, so that she would be finished soon --
and she felt no small joy when she remembered that he'd said he
wanted to get her home.
When he said that he had to leave, she was disappointed; but the
way he softly touched her cheek again before he left kept her
happy for the rest of the afternoon.
When the signal came for her Training period sounded, she was
surprised -- she knew Phil's visit hadn't been that long. She
finally decided that she'd gotten so wrapped up in Contemplation
that she'd lost track of the time. It was the first time she'd
ever lost track of time that way, but it was also the first time
she'd actually gotten to meet her new Mentor, too.
At the beginning of her Discussion period, she was told "We have
spoken with your Mentor, and know what should be done to resolve
the concerns you had that your Mentor will want to have sex with
you. It has been decided that you should not lose your virginity
until after it is known that it won't be necessary for you to
return here for additional training. In that way, you will still
be desirable to the second Mentor that expressed an interest in
you. However, there is nothing to prevent you from providing your
Mentor with sexual pleasure in other ways, so you are to learn to
provide your Mentor with oral and anal sex."
She realized that while the idea of performing oral sex on her
Mentor actually gave her a little bit of a thrill, she was less
enthusiastic about the idea of being fucked in the ass. Still,
she resolved that if that was something her Mentor wanted, then
if she decided she didn't like it, she'd damn well at least learn
to tolerate it. More than anything else, she wanted to please
him. She could only hope that it wouldn't hurt too much, at least
not until she got used to it.
The voice went on to tell her "We understand that you do not have
any direct knowledge of what to do for your Mentor, so you will
receive printed descriptions of how to perform oral sex so that
you will have some idea of how to please him. Of course, when you
know what your Mentor wants, you will do that instead of what the
directions we give you may say."
"Yes, Master, of course."
"You have told us that you have seen adult movies, and have seen
the mechanics of sex, so we think that you have some idea of what
to expect for anal sex. That is correct?"
"It is, Master", she replied.
"Very well."
After that, the rest of her Discussion period went much as it
usually did. When it came time for her meal, she saw that she'd
apparently been given the written description of a blowjob along
with her food bar.
She waited until she'd disposed of her meal before starting to
read them -- and found herself starting to get excited all over
again at the detailed descriptions of what she should do. She
felt a surprisingly strong temptation to masturbate, but that was
something she hadn't done since she'd gotten there, and she
wasn't inclined to find out if it was something that would be
punished. The last thing she'd need as she was about to get off
was any kind of shock from the collar she still wore!

Even though the resolution of the video cameras in her room
wasn't all that great, the man could still tell that her nipples
had gotten erect when she'd been told what kind of sex she'd be
having with him. From the hypnosis session he'd had with her, he
knew that her response was almost certainly due to being told
that she'd be using her mouth on him: she'd been far more
receptive to the idea of oral sex than she'd been to the idea of
having him in her ass. Still, by the time he'd finished with her,
she was accepting of the idea, even if not overly willing. Well,
by the time he was finished, he was certain that she'd be as
agreeable as he'd want her to be.
Then, as he watched her reading what he thought of as the Blowjob
Manual, he saw her nipples getting hard again, confirming for him
that she would be willing and even enthusiastic about sucking him
off. He also saw her hand start for her crotch a couple of times;
it took a bit before he realized that she was getting turned on
enough that she actually wanted to masturbate. He was amused to
discover that the idea of watching her get herself off turned HIM
on, and made a mental note to tell her that it was okay -- but in
a couple of days, when the "pressure" had built up a little, he
though to himself, anticipating the show he'd get.
He was also pleased to see that she was paying as much attention
as she was to the papers he'd sent in; there were actually three
different sets of "instructions", so that she would have a
variety of actions and techniques that she could use.

For the next few days, it seemed that every moment of her
Contemplation periods was filled with thoughts of what she could
-- and would! -- do for Phil when given the chance. And those
thoughts also kept her almost constantly aroused, to some degree
-- it was only through the extreme exercise of will and the
uncertainty of punishment that kept her hand from between her
legs.
She'd also had to give back the instructions for giving oral sex,
but by the time that happened, she'd memorized them almost word
for word -- something else that contributed to her excitement.
So when the signal for a visitor sounded during her morning
Contemplation, she was greatly hoping that it was Phil, and
eagerly anticipating the opportunity to pleasure him.
When the door opened and she saw it was him, she was unable to
prevent the smile that spread across her face, though she somehow
managed to control herself otherwise. When he came in, she heard
him ask "Are you smiling because you're glad to see me?"
The happiness in her voice was unmistakable when she answered
"Yes, Phil."
As she waited to see what he wanted her to do, she heard him ask
her some silly little riddle...
The next thing she knew, she heard him ask "Have you been paying
attention to the lessons they've given you?"
"Yes, sir, I have."
"Is there anything that you want to show me you've learned?"
"If... if it's okay... I'd like to... to make you cum in my
mouth", she replied, surprised at her own audacity.
None the less, she was still delighted when she heard him answer
"I think that would be okay."
Taking it that she was being given permission to move from where
she was, she got to her knees and moved forward so that she was
right in front of him. Her hands were trembling as she reached
out to his pants; she was barely able to grasp the zipper on the
fly, then pull it down to expose his underwear. She heard him say
"Relax, and take it easy. You don't have to be afraid", to which
she answered "I'm not afraid. I want to do it!"
Still, her hands were steady when she reached into his pants and
found the opening to his underwear; slipping her hand inside, she
was delighted and thrilled when her fingers found his manhood.
Carefully slipping it out to where she could see, she couldn't
help but gasp in pleasure at the sight of it. Licking her lips,
both in anticipation and to wet them for what she was about to
do, she leaned forward slightly. Lifting his penis slightly, she
felt a thrill run though her body when she finally took him into
her mouth and closed her lips around him.
As she started softly sucking on him, and using her tongue to
caress the head, she reached into his underwear again and gently
extracted his testicles, too. Cupping them, she delighted in the
size and feel of them as she slowly rolled them in her hand. Even
as she was doing that, though, she could feel him beginning to
grow in her mouth; she happily took his entire length between her
lips, burying her nose in the soft pubic hair that stuck out from
his shorts.
Her attention was almost entirely on his penis, and how it was
responding to the things she was doing to it with her mouth and
lips and tongue; it wasn't long before her mouth was not only
full with his manhood, but overflowing with it -- it was only
because she was afraid of choking that she finally let some of
him slip from between her lips. When she realized that he wasn't
growing as much, but still getting harder, she began slowly
moving her head back and forth, sliding her lips along the
hardening mass of his manhood -- and felt him getting even harder
in response. Delighted that she was pleasing him, she increased
her efforts by doing some of the things that the papers she'd
read said to do: letting her teeth drag along his flesh ever so
lightly, pausing at different times and with different amounts of
his penis in her mouth so she could use her tongue to caress and
massage the underside of it, and pulling her mouth completely off
of him so that she could use her lips to softly "nibble" up and
down the length of him.
Even as she was pleasuring him, she could feel herself getting
aroused, too. It seemed as though the longer and harder HE got,
the wetter SHE got; unless she was mistaken, she could already
faintly detect the aroma of her increasing excitement.
When she realized that he was as hard as he was going to get, she
devoted herself to bringing him as much pleasure as she could. At
some point or other, she used almost everything she'd read about,
trying to discover what he enjoyed the most -- and found that he
seemed to like all of it.
With his balls in her hand, she could feel it when they started
to pull up -- something the papers she'd read told her meant that
he was getting close to having his climax. Knowing that she was
able to please him just by using her mouth, she also felt her own
arousal increasing at the thought of his impending release.
Slightly increasing the suction she was applying, she continued
twisting her head back and forth as she slid her lips and tongue
up and down his manhood.
It was only a couple of minutes later when she felt his balls
draw up suddenly, and knew that he was about to cum. Doing what
she'd read would make it even better for him, she slowed her
actions slightly; and used her tongue to stimulate the sensitive
underside of his penis, right behind the head. She heard his soft
groan of release even as the first hot jet of his semen was
erupting into her mouth -- and triggering her own orgasm in the
process.
Even as she was feeling wave after wave of pleasure coursing
through her body, she was mindful that it was Phil that she was
there to please; she eagerly -- happily! -- swallowed every bit
of his cum that sprayed into her mouth as she continued to suck
on him in an effort to make his climax as powerful as she could.
Only when he hadn't squirted for several seconds did she change
over to using her mouth to clean his softening penis, using her
lips to milk the last few drops of his semen out before licking
him clean. As for herself, she could feel a small trickle of her
own juices slowly winding its way down the inside of one of her
thighs, the result of the pleasure and power of her own orgasm.
She was sitting again, her head tilted forward as it was supposed
to be when she heard him say "That was very, very good." -- words
that warmed her heart, hearing that she'd been able to bring him
that much pleasure.
A few seconds later, she heard him sniff, and immediately knew
that he had noticed the scent of HER arousal. Uncertain what he
would say or do, she could only wait to find out.
After a few moments, he asked "Did you get excited about what you
were doing?"
Hesitantly, she answered "Yes."
"Did you have an orgasm?"
Again, there was a brief delay before she answered "Yes."
Then she heard him say "That's good. I'm glad to know that you
can get excited, too, and that you liked doing that for me. Maybe
after I get you home, we can find out what else makes you feel
good, too."
She simply couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only wasn't
he upset about her getting excited, but he was glad about it. And
more, he was telling her that not only was it okay for her to
have orgasms, but he wanted to help her have them! When she'd
first considered the possibility that she'd be expected to have
sex with whoever she was given to, she'd only hoped that whatever
happened to her wouldn't be too painful or unpleasant; to think
that Phil was actually doing things that would HELP her orgasm
was almost more than she could conceive of.
She still had the presence of mind to tell him "Thank you, Phil.
I... I would like that."
She heard him say "I'm not saying that it WILL happen -- only
that it might. I expect you've been told that you'll be staying a
virgin until everybody's sure that it's going to work out; and
the stuff I'm thinking of can only happen if you're NOT a virgin.
Understand?"
Even that warning wasn't enough to dampen her spirits too much as
she replied "Yes, sir."
She felt him softly stroke her hair, and almost wriggled in
pleasure like a puppy before she caught herself, before he told
her "You're doing fine. Keep the way you have, and I don't think
it'll be long before I can take you home with me."
Hearing that, she again felt pleased and satisfied that she'd
made him happy, and renewed her resolution to do the best she
could so that she would be able to go with him as soon as
possible.
When he was gone, she went back to her Contemplation, her mind
continuously replaying his visit.

Outside her room, the man could only wonder at the enthusiasm
she'd demonstrated, along with just how much could be learned
from a printed explanation of how to do something. The blowjob
he'd just gotten was one of -- no, THE -- best he'd ever
received. And it was a damn sight better than satisfying himself,
as he'd had to do the last several years!
Then, when it was over... being able to smell how excited she'd
gotten; unless he missed his guess, the faint glistening he'd
seen on the inside of her thigh had been the overflow of juices
from what must have been a very wet pussy. Sure, he'd implanted
the hypnotic command that she'd get excited when she got HIM
aroused; and yes, he'd also told her that she could only
experience a full orgasm when he did -- but that both commands
would be so damn effective! The smell of her had made him want to
stick around and let her get him off again; but she'd done such a
good job the first time, he knew that it would take too long
before he'd climax again -- and that would throw the whole
schedule and program off. Well, now he had something to look
forward to for his next visit...

At the end of Training, the girl was told "You will begin to
receive the same kinds of food that your Mentor likes with your
next meal. This is being done both so that you can learn what
foods you should prepare for him, and as a reward since we are
told that you pleased him very much today. Your Mentor has also
told us that he would like for you to be able to take pleasure in
sexual activity with him, and said that he would like for you to
be able to pleasure yourself. We have considered this, and have
decided that it will be allowed during Relaxation -- but at no
other time. Do you understand all that we have told you?"
"I do, Master"
"Your Mentor has also asked by what name he should call you.
Since you are no longer the person you were when you first
arrived here, we consider it appropriate that you should have a
new name. Because you have done well, we have decided that you
shall be permitted to select your new name. By what name would
you have your Mentor know you?"
She'd never given any thought to what she wanted to be called --
she was the only one in the room, so any time anyone was talking,
it was to her. It was several seconds before she answered
"Master, I... I'm not sure what name I would like. Am I allowed
some time to think of one?"
"We will give you until your next Discussion period. If you are
unable to think of a name for yourself by that time, we will
leave it to your Mentor to name you as he wishes."
"Thank you, Master. I'm sure I'll think of something before
then."
With that out of the way, it was time for Discussion. Following
that, it was time for her meal -- when she discovered that she
was being given just half of a meal bar, which was supplemented
with a paper plate holding a little bit of roast beef and some
mashed potatoes and gravy -- along with one of those plastic
fork/spoon things.
She used the roast beef and potatoes to add flavor to bites of
the meal bar; she carefully rationed the size of the bites so
that there was a little bit of the additional food still
remaining when she was done with the food bar, so that the last
thing she tasted was the real food. After she'd eaten, she was
ready to return the paper plate and eating utensil when the panel
slid open -- she'd correctly anticipated that she wasn't allowed
or expected to keep them.
When it got toward the end of her Relaxation period, she finally
gave in to the temptation to lie down and get herself off. She
didn't know if anyone was watching her, and really didn't care --
the memory of what she'd done to Phil earlier was simply too much
to keep her from making it happen. Even though she didn't have
any trouble bringing herself to an orgasm, she was mildly
disappointed that it wasn't as powerful as the one she'd had when
she'd actually been tasting and swallowing Phil's cum.

The man was watching as she'd obviously taken considerable
pleasure in the little bit of food that he'd given her along with
the fraction of her usual survival ration. He knew from
experience that if he simply switched her over from the rations
to regular food, it would cause her no small amount of intestinal
distress; phasing the transition, though, would let him get her
weaned from the rations with as little discomfort for her as
possible.
He wasn't disappointed when she finally gave in to the urge to
masturbate. The place where she lay down left him with a fairly
decent view as she'd let the fingers of one hand dance on her
clitoris while the other hand was kept busy playing with her
breasts and nipples. After the way she'd sucked him off earlier,
he didn't feel any need to find his own pleasure; but the sight
of her was something that he knew he'd want to see live and up
close when he could.
He also thought about how willing and enthusiastic she'd been
about it, too -- and started considering what else he could do to
help get her through the rest of the process.

The next morning, the girl found that breakfast consisted of
another half of a meal bar, along with some scrambled eggs, a
couple pieces of bacon, and half a slice of toast. Again, she
used the real food to flavor the bites of food bar.
The surprise came when she went to return the paper plate and
plastic spoon: inside the transfer locker, there was an obviously
new toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. She was delighted
with them, and spent a good ten minutes happily brushing her
teeth before she took her shower. The minty taste of the
toothpaste stayed with her well into her exercise period.
During her Discussion period, she let them know that she'd
settled on "Joan" for a new name. When asked by the voice why
that name, she admitted that she'd always admired Joan of Arc.
Her evening meal was another half of a meal bar, with a small
portion of spaghetti, sauce, and small piece of garlic bread to
keep it company.
The next morning, she had another half of a food bar and a
full-sized bowl of oatmeal -- cinnamon and spice flavored, no
less. After the meal, she was gifted with a small bottle of
combined shampoo and conditioner. Without realizing it, she
actually giggled the whole time she was washing her hair.
Later, during Discussion, she was told "Your Mentor wishes you to
know that he prefers you remain clean and smelling fresh; that is
why you have received the items we have given you. Your Mentor
has also told us that he would understand that you could be...
concerned about the idea of anal sex. He does not want you to be
afraid, so he has provided us with something that we will be
giving to you. He wishes us to tell you that you should try using
what he is giving you before he visits you again. We would have
you know that your Mentor is greatly pleased with you, and the
progress that you are making. As long as you continue to advance
as you have been, you will be rewarded for doing so well. We do
not often do this, but we shall be providing you with some
additional things from your Mentor, in anticipation that it will
motivate you to complete your training as quickly as possible."
The thought that she would be getting even more things from Phil
nearly overwhelmed her. She understood the toothbrush and
toothpaste -- she had missed them -- and even the shampoo; the
first time he'd visited her as himself, she'd wished she'd been
able to wash her hair with something besides ordinary old soap.
The food she was getting along with her food bars was delicious,
and she could hardly wait until she was able to go home with Phil
and start cooking for him: more than anything else in the world,
she wanted the chance to do whatever she could to make him happy,
and show him how much she appreciated the kindness he showed her.
But to be receiving even more from him? She simply couldn't
conceive of what he could give her that would make her any more
determined to complete her training so she could be with him. It
was only by remembering that she was still in a Training session,
and needed to pay attention to what she was hearing, that she was
able to calm herself.
After her meal -- no food bar, just half of a cheeseburger
(delicious!) and some french fries -- she was given the item
she'd been told about.
At first, she didn't know what to make of it: it was roughly
cylindrical, perhaps ten inches long, and tapered at one end.
Holding it in one hand, she could tell that one end of it was
heavier than the other, but it wasn't until she looked at the
flat end of it and flipped a small switch she saw there that she
knew what she'd been given: a vibrator. Even with it softly
buzzing in her hand, it still took her a little more time before
she realized that she was supposed to use it in her ass, so that
if (when?) Phil wanted to have sex with her there, it wouldn't be
as much of a surprise for her -- or as painful as she was afraid
it would be.
Flipping the switch she'd found back to where it had been, the
vibrator stopped it's buzzing -- but she understood that didn't
prevent her from trying the thing out.
Just as she had when she'd been given permission to masturbate,
she waited until it was toward the end of her Relaxation period
before lying down to try using her new "gift".
The first thing she really noticed about it was that the end of
where it tapered was also gently rounded, and slightly flattened.
Then she started looking at it a little more closely, and decided
that it wasn't quite as big around as Phil had been. Realizing
that she was putting off using it, she quickly decided to try it
and get it over with. Placing the "pointed" end against her anus,
she gave it a little push -- and discovered that it wasn't the
slightest bit painful as it began to spread her nether opening.
Still, it was vaguely uncomfortable, and it took her a few
moments to realize that the problem was that it was dragging
somewhat against the skin of her rectum. She wondered what she
could use to slicken things up a bit, and finally settled on
depositing a healthy dollop of her own saliva on a couple of
fingers, and then smearing it around where it was needed.
When she tried pressing the vibrator against her anus again, it
was a relief to find that it didn't drag against her skin any
more. She was surprised, though, to discover that the sensation
of it spreading her opening as she pushed it in a little ways
wasn't as uncomfortable as she'd thought it would be. She wasn't
sure if it was because she was starting with something as
relatively small as the end of the vibrator, or the fact that she
was in control of how much and how fast it was entering her; but
what she DID decide was that instead of being painful, it simply
felt a little weird... and after a little bit, kind of... nice,
actually, which surprised her.
Still, that was only the end of the vibrator; she didn't think
that she'd used much more than an inch or so of its diameter. The
real test would be to find out how much of it she could take.
Withdrawing the vibrator, she deposited another, larger, glob of
saliva to what she'd already smeared on the rosette of her
rectum. Placing the tip of the vibrator against her pucker again,
she pressed it in -- and discovered that with it lubricated, and
taking her time about it, she could get almost the entire
diameter of it through her opening before it got even mildly
uncomfortable. She was surprised when she discovered that the
sensation of it moving in her back opening was actually starting
to... well... turn her on a little -- which was something she'd
never thought could, or would, happen.
Even as she was con