Aprils eyes fluttered open. The room slowly came into focus. "Nooooo..." she weakly moaned. She was in the basement, chained to the wall. She noticed the electrodes connected to her head. She started trembling. She looked around the basement for Max. He was nowhere to be found. She started struggling against the chains. Maybe one would loosen, maybe she could free herself. Maybe her master would burst in and rescue her! She struggled in vein for nearly 20 minutes before she heard the iron door squeak open. Max walked in, accompanied by Patricia and Lily. "You're awake already? Usually my sedative lasts a bit longer." he said. "Let me go! When my master hears about what you've done he will make you PAY!!" she screamed at him. Max smiled. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." he said with a thick sarcastic overlay. "Now then, we can do this either of two ways. One: you tell me where you hid the keys to the locked rooms and swear loyalty to me. Or two: I give you an attitude adjustment which will ensure your loyalty to me. What shall it be?" he asked her. "I will NEVER swear loyalty to you! I have only one master and I serve only him!" she said. "I thought so." Max said. He went over to the mainframe and activated the mind control program.
The pain was worse then anything April had ever felt before in her life. Her loyalty to her master was stronger then the pain though. Max watched as she fought against the computers attempts to reprogram her mind. She fought against the images of Max's face that were trying to force their way into her mind. She fought back with happy memories of her master. Max watched the monitor in amusement. The computer could not access her mind. After 20 minutes the computer automatically shut down. The shutdown was a failsafe to keep the computer from overloading. April hung there gasping and shaking. She looked up at him and spat at him. He smiled. "It seems this session didn't have much of an impact. We'll try again later." he said. He and the girls left the basement. April resumed her struggling. Her head ached badly and her body felt like it had been set on fire, but she ignored the pain. She had to break free somehow. She kept looking at the door, hoping that her master would arrive and save her.
Max returned an hour and a half later. "Time for another session." he said brightly. He adjusted the intensity of the program to 2.5 times the normal amount. He activated the mind control program. Once again April was in sheer agony as she resisted the computer. Her head felt like it was going to explode and her body convulsed with pain. Still, however the computer made no progress in penetrating her mind. April struggled and screamed out curse words at him. After 20 minutes the computer once again shut itself down. April hung there limp and sweaty. Her entire body felt like somebody had stuck flaming hot needles into every inch of her skin. Her head felt like it was exploding over and over again. Max stood there annoyed and slightly bewildered. At 2.5x intensity the computer should have crushed her resistance. Yet it had not. He went into the cage and caressed her cheek. "You're a strong woman, but eventually I will break you." he said. "I...would...rather...die..." she weakly uttered. Max left the basement. That girls loyalty to her dead master was insanely fanitical. If he didn't think of something soon he would probably end up giving her a stroke or something. Any higher setting, the software had warned him, would cause brain damage and could lead to death. No, he wanted her alive, and at his beck and call 24/7. He sat in the master bedroom thinking. She just utterly refused to believe that her master was dead. Despite him being gone for so long she just refused to accept it. The sole reason she was fighting him was because of her fanatic loyalty to a man who was dead. He was dead... and if he wanted her to stop resisting, he would have to prove to her that he was dead. He got an idea. He opened up his laptop and started looking for the hospital records. He found a picture of the man that was taken during his autopsy. He printed out the picture and the autopsy report. These were just what he needed. He decided to wait a few hours so that the computer could cool off and April could regain her strength. He wanted her to have some strength for reacting to the report and picture. She would freak out when he presented her with the undeniable truth.
Max entered the basement. April looked up him. "I'll die before I serve you!" she snarled. Max entered her cage and showed her a piece of paper. "Read it." he said simply. April read the report. She saw the picture of him, clearly dead, laying on an autopsy table. No it just couldn't be... There it was in the report, black and white, clear as crystal. "Pronounced dead at 1:32 AM January 8th 2003" Max waited for her to start sobbing or screaming, instead she did something that suprised him. Her body went limp and her eyes glazed over. Max quickly checked the monitor on the computer. Her brain was shutting down. He stared at the monitor as her brainwave patterns ceased to almost nothing. After a minute, the only parts of her brain still functioning were the parts that kept her body alive. Her higher brain simply ceased to function. He reactivated the mind control program. This time it met with no resistance. The program began to alter her memories...
April was awoken by her shock collar going off. She looked at the clock. 9:00 AM. Another shock told her that her master wanted her. She straightened up and with some effort managed to get out of bed. Her hands were bound behind her back, as they had been for the past week. Her ankles were shackled with a thick chain connecting the shackles together. This made it impossible for her to run. She left the room and headed to her masters bedroom. Max was lying in the huge bed. "Good morning master!" April said in a cheery tone. Max smiled. "Good morning slave. You know what I want." he said. April nodded and got to her knees and bent over the bed. Max got out of the bed and walked around it approaching her knelt form. She felt one of his hands caressing her ass. She started to get aroused. He smacked her ass hard. April let out a soft cry. "My little slave needs her master don't she?" he asked her. "Yes." she said. He gave her another smack. "Say it again." he said. "Yes!" she said. He gave her another smack. "Again." he said. "Yes!" she said louder. "Good." he said. She was quite aroused now. "Please master. I need you to fuck me..." she said panting slightly.
April lay there on the floor, panting heavily. When master fucked her it always made her cum hard. Max stood over her, his dick going limp. "We will have todays punishment session at noon." he said. "Please master! No more! I've been a good girl! Please no more punishments!" she pleaded. "Sorry, but what you did was bad, and you will receive punishments for it daily until I decide you've been punished enough!" he said. April couldn't remember much beyond 1 week ago, when she woke up in her masters bedroom. All she knew is that she had done something really bad and it had resulted in daily punishments and being placed in restraints. She was no longer allowed to use her arms and her legs use was limited. Max left the room and she struggled to get off the floor. Not having use of her arms made this difficult, however in a few minutes she had pulled herself up into a sitting position and was soon standing. She returned to her room. She was not allowed to leave it unless she was summoned by her master.. At noon she received another shock, which ment that master was ready to administer her daily punishment. She immediately headed for the basement, knowing that if she wasn't there in under 5 minutes that the punishment would be many times worse.
In the basement, she saw that a dunk tank had been set up. Max put a harness around her and hung her, upside down, over the dunk tank. April started trembling as she was lowered head first into the tank. He stopped lowering her after the upper part of her body was submerged. After a minute she started struggling. She needed to breathe! He raised her up to just a few inches above the water. She started gasping for air. He waited a minute or two then lowered her back into the water. She resumed struggling and in her panic she ended up urinating on herself. He removed her from the harness and proceeded to hit her with a wooden paddle. "Filthy bitch! Did I TELL you that you were allowed to pee? Did I?!" he shouted. "I'm sorry master! OWW! I'm sorry!! OWW! Please master! I'm sorry!" she cried between smacks. "Looks like you need further punishment." he said. "I ordered a device a few days ago just for naughty slaves like you." he said with a sinister smile. He led her to a strange looking motorized wheelchair. The wheelchair had dozens of straps and several tubes attached to it. There was a hollow buttplug sticking out of the seat. He undid the cuffs that bound her arms and undid the shackles around her legs. For a moment she considered making a run for it, but she knew that if she did, then master would punish her even worse.
After 10 minutes, April was securely restrained to the wheelchair. Her arms had been strapped to the arm rests and her legs had been strapped to the leg rests. Her stomach was strapped to the back of the chair. There was a catheter with a open/close valve that Max had placed in her urethra. The hollow buttplug also had an open/close valve in it. If April needed to go to the bathroom, she would have to find her master. If she needed to pee, he would hook a black tube to her catheter. If she needed to shit, he would hook another black tube to the end of the plug embedded in her ass. The wheelchair came with a kit that converted a standard toilet to accept the tubing from the catheter or buttplug. "I think one week is sufficent punishment, then its back to your regular restraints." he said. The motorized wheelchair was controlled by a small joystick that could be manipulated by Aprils free thumb. Her right thumb was the only part of her body that she could move. Even her head was restrained to the back of the wheelchair. Max and two of the other girls helped get April up the stairs. Then he ordered her to return to her room. She operated the chair a bit jerkerly at first. She wasn't used to the joystick. Eventually she got the hang of it and navigated her way to her room. In her room she started sobbing. She no longer had control of even her basic bodily functions! What had she done that was so bad as to deserve this? April knew she had been at the mansion for a long time. She knew that she had been a slave for a long time, but when she tried to remember specific events, everything just went hazy. She could remember fragments of her life. She couldn't clearly remember one single experience with her master beyond a week ago. She remembered nothing at all about him. What she knew about him was only what he told her, and that wasn't much. What she wanted to remember the most was what she had done that had made him so angry at her. All she knew was that she had defied him in some serious way. She started crying again. This chair was so uncomfortable! She wanted to lay in her bed and sleep.
Later, April's shock collar went off. She rolled out the door and found Patricia and Sandy waiting for her. "Master wants us to assist you in getting down the stairs." Sandy said to her. Slowly, carefully, they maneuvered the wheelchair and its occupant down the stairs. They arrived in the dining room, where April saw a strange contraption set up. It looked like a large IV bag with a tube running from it. There was a chair missing from the table. At Max's orders April navigated to the empty spot at the table. On the table was a bowl filled with a greenish brown mixture. "It's spinach and liver, pureed to a fine mush." Max said. April made a face of sheer disgust. Those were the two worst tasting foods in existance in her mind. Sandy took a spoon and dipped it into the bowl. April refused to open her mouth. "She's not cooperating master." Sandy said in a tattle tale voice. Max took out a remote with a joystick and a small switch built into it. A flip of the switch transferred control of the wheelchair to him. He maneuvered the wheelchair over to the giant IV bag contraption. He forced her mouth open and inserted a hollow gag. The gag was way too large for April to spit out. Max inserted the tube from the IV bag into the gag. Then he unzipped the top of the bag and Sandy poured the bowl of greenish brown mush into it. It slowly ran down the tube and emptied into Aprils mouth. She gagged and choked on it. Her free thumb desperately manipulated the joystick but the wheelchair didn't move. She had no choice but to swallow the vile stuff. Tears ran down her face. After the bag was empty, Max removed the gag. "Until the end of the week, you will be fed a puree of liver and spinach once a day. If you are unwilling to be fed we will force feed you again." he said. She said nothing. She just closed her eyes while tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't want to be punished anymore. The two girls helped April up the stairs, then she rolled to her room. She still had the taste of that vile food in her mouth.
A couple hours later, April felt the urge to pee. She left her bedroom and started looking for her master. She went to the foot of the stairs "Master! Please, I need to pee!" she shouted. Moments later Max came up the stairs. He followed her back to her bedroom. Aprils bedroom had a bathroom attached to it. The toilet's drainage line had been modified to accept tubing from the wheelchair. Max took a small black tube and attached it to the catheter sticking out of her urethra. The other end of the tube went into an adapter that connected directly to the sewer line. He opened the valve on her catheter and she felt almost instant relief. While her bladder was emptying, he stroked her left breast. "So beautiful...Later on I'll have the girls give you a sponge bath." he whispered to her. She let out a sad sigh. She would have preferred that he gave it to her instead. Her bladder empty, Max closed the valve on her catheter and removed the tube. He gave her a kiss then left the room.
Later, Patricia entered her room carrying a glass of pink liquid. "Master wants you to drink all of this." she said. She tipped the contents of the glass slowly into April's mouth. It tasted pretty good. Like strawberrys. She willingly drank it all. "There. That laxative should start working in about 15 to 20 minutes." Patricia said. April's eyes widened in shock. "Laxative??!" she cried. "Master has plans for your bottom. and he wants it to be nice and cleaned out." Patricia said. She waited until April started feeling the first rumblings deep in her bowels. Then using the remote Max had given her, Patricia wheeled April into the bathroom. She attached a large diameter tube to the end of the buttplug sticking out of the wheelchair. April was trying to squirm. Patricia then started caressing Aprils breasts. "I've always wanted to see you like this..." she said. "Please! Let me go! I really need to go!" April pleaded. "Not until I make you cum." Patricia said. She buried three of her fingers into Aprils pussy. She started struggling. The restraints wouldn't budge at all. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled. The buttplug wouldn't give. April pleaded again "Please! I'm gonna explode!". Patricia ignored Aprils pleading and concentrated on her wet pussy. She started rubbing her own clitoris with her other hand. After a forced and unwanted orgasam, April felt sheer relief as Patricia opened the valve and her bowels emptied. She was utterly embarrassed.
April was carried up to the third floor and wheeled into one of the rooms. Inside the room were Lily, Carol, Sandy, Teresa, and Max. The 4 girls were wearing strap on dildos. Max was wearing nothing. She saw the sinister look in his eyes. What was he going to do to her now? "The chair you're in is a pretty nifty device April. Did you know that I can adjust it so that you are in any position I want you in? Upside down, legs spread, spread eagle, just about any position I want" he said. He saw April's confused look. "Patricia, You made sure to clean her out right?" he asked her. "Yes master. She drank it willingly...and I had a little fun with her." Patricia said with a hint of a smile. "Good. Allright girls, lets position her." he said. April was suprised to find that the chair she was in was so adjustable. First her buttplug was removed, then it felt like she was falling forward. Soon she was more or less on her hands and knees, staring at the floor, still tightly strapped in the chair. Max adjusted the head panel and soon April was once again looking straight forward. She was now positioned like she was on her hands and knees looking straight forward. The panel she had been sitting on had a U shaped section that could be removed. Max removed this to expose her ass and pussy. "The girls are going to have some fun with you, and so am I." he said. April felt something cold and hard entering her ass. Carol was penetrating her. She had little difficulty getting the entire dildo into April, the buttplug had loosened her up quite a bit. She felt Max's cock entering her mouth. They both started relentlessly fucking her. One of the girls took a vibrating dildo and stuck it inside Aprils pussy. All of her holes were filled now. She couldn't remember ever being this full before. An orgasam ripped through her, one of several that followed. Max came soon after. He pulled out of her and sat down in a chair to watch the girls. Lily's dildo was soon in Aprils mouth. Carol has just cum and now it was Teresas turn...
It was nearly an hour later. April's wheelchair was readjusted to a sitting position and a larger buttplug had been inserted into her stretched and abused asshole. She was exausted and sore. She was so weak that she didn't even make an effort to move. They were wheeling her someplace else now...down one flight of stairs. They wheeled her into a bathroom on the second floor. "After all that, I think you could use a nice spongebath." Max said. She said nothing, she made no attempt to resist. Sandy filled up the bathtub with water and started washing April with a washcloth. She didn't care. She was simply too exausted to care. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift...Why was master doing this to her? Why was he so mean? She had done something that made him mad she knew that much. She had vague memories of happier times with her master, but they seemed so different and fragmented. She could never picture his face beyond a week ago. Most of her memories were just a blur. She knew some things, like she knew that she hated spinach and liver, she knew that she liked to exercise, she could recall some pre-slave memories, but the rest was hazy. After her sponge bath she was wheeled to her bedroom and the door was shut. Being as exausted as she was she had lttle trouble falling asleep in that uncomfortable wheelchair. She was awoken several hours later when one of the girls checked if she needed to pee before going to bed for the night. After her bladder was drained, her bedroom door was closed and she soon fell asleep.
Her eyes opened. It was dark in her room. She wheeled herself around to look at her clock. It was 4:12 AM. Master and the others wouldn't be up for hours. Her bedroom door was closed, and with her arms and hands bound she had no way of opening it. She could yell, but most likely nobody would hear her, and if they did then she would get punished for disturbing their sleep. Boerdom started to seep in. She had to do something. She decided to close her eyes and let her mind drift again. Her master seemed so cold, so unlike her bits of memories of him. She could remember fragments of her past, but she could never clearly picture him. She tried to remember back to just before last week, it was all just haze. Why couldn't she remember? Why couldn't she remember what she had done to upset her master so much? She had more questions then answers. Somewhere inside though, she felt that the man who owned her was not her master. She knew it was treason to think this way, but there was a small part of her that just wasn't sure that Max was her master. The sky was starting to lighten a bit now. Dawn was approaching. In a few hours, Max and the girls would be up, and she would start a new day. Hours passed, April spent them with her eyes closed thinking. There were moments where a recent event would almost be within her grasp, then it would just fade away. The sky was light now. Morning had come.
A few hours later April heard the first stirrings in the house. Master was up now. She could hear him coming up the stairs. Her bedroom door opened and she wheeled around to greet him. "Your punishment will be at noon again, and you will be fed afterwards." he said simply. He closed the door and left. She let out a sad sigh. What was he going to do to her today? Suspension? Electrocution? Something unexpected? She didn't know, and not knowing made her even more frightened. She was thirsty now. She had not had anything to drink since yesterday. Thankfully one of the slaves came in to check up on her. She was given a glass of water then left alone in her room again. She started getting nervous as the minutes ticked by. Noon was drawing closer. She heard footsteps. They went past her door. She glanced at the clock, 11:50 AM. She heard more footsteps. Her bedroom door opened. Carol and Sandy were standing there. "It's time." Sandy said. They wheeled her out of her bedroom and slowly helped her down the stairs. They wheeled her to the basement stairs and started descending them. Max was waiting next to a table.
April was bent over the table, her legs spread wide. She was strapped down tightly. Max's fingers were probing her asshole. "That plug certainly loosened you up back here." he said. He donned a pair of long rubber gloves. The gloves covered his arms all the way up to the elbow. He started lubricating the gloves. Without warning he inserted one hand into her pussy and the other started burying itself in her ass. She let out a yelp and started struggling against her unyealding restraints. This was too much! She let out howls of pain. She had to break free! He was going to tear her apart! Slowly his hand pushed its way deeper into Aprils pussy. His other hand was well into her ass now. As he continued driving his arms deeper into her, something in April's mind just gave way. She stopped struggling and went limp. Her eyes glazed over somewhat. She understood now. She was a piece of meat. A piece of living meat whose only purpose in life was to be fucked. She lay there as the last reminents of tears streamed down her cheeks. Her face was blank, her eyes were lifeless. She had not shut down, she was still fully aware of her surroundings. Max pulled his hand out of her ass. At first he thought that she had gone catatonic again or that he had killed her, but she was still breathing, and her eyes followed him as he walked by her field of view.
April was now strapped into the harness and hanging upside down over the water tank. Max started lowering her in. She didn't struggle. She didn't do anything at all. She didn't care if he was going to kill her. If he wanted to kill her that was his choice. As her head was submerged in the water, Max expected her to struggle. She didn't move at all, only the occasional bubble slipped from her mouth and floated to the surface. Nearly a minute passed before he raised her head out of the water. She resumed breathing. He let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to kill her. He just wanted her to think that he would if she did something really bad. He released her from the harness and she just stood there while he went to go get a whip. She felt the whip stinging her skin, but she made no effort to shield herself or run. She didn't even react in pain except for the single tear that crept down her cheek. She didn't utter a single sound. This perplexed him. He knew the whip had to be hurting her a lot. "Doesn't this hurt you anymore?" he asked her. "Yes, it hurts." she said in a flat toned almost robotic voice. "Then why aren't you crying out?!" he asked her. "You want me to cry?" she asked him in that flat toned voice. "Well yeah, when I whip you I expect you to at least whimper!" he said. He continued whipping her and she let out cries of pain. They too were almost robotic.
Later on, April sat at the table in the dining room, eating the liver/spinach purree without a single complaint. Max had not put her back in the wheelchair. He was pretty convinced that from now on he would have no more trouble with her. The other girls watched in amazement as she obediantly finished the entire bowl. To her it was just food now. It was up to her master to decide when and what to feed her. She no longer cared what he fed her, when he fed her, or if he even fed her at all. If he wanted her to starve to death, then she would. After she was finished, he ordered her to return to her room. She wordlessly headed for the stairs. In her bedroom she lay on the bed waiting for somebody to come in and give her an order. She was a broken woman now. The mind control had altered her memories and her loyalty, but it didn't change her basic personalty. However, after a week of humilating and painful punishments, her spirit had been broken. Her body was sore and achy, and the marks left by the whip hurt alot, but she didn't care. She just simply no longer cared about anything other then her masters orders. Her masters orders were the only thing that mattered to her now.