It had been several weeks since Max had taken control of the mansion and he was enjoying the rich life very much. He had found out that the mansions previous owner had been a high ranking member in a global slavery organization. He was planning to host a large get together and socalize with some of the slave owners in this organization. These people literally bought and sold people, mostly women, to most anybody who could afford them. Prices ranged from a few hundred dollars to well over $20,000 for young beautiful healthy slaves. The mansion had also been a conditioning center. A place where new slaves were brought to be conditioned and trained. Troublesome slaves were delt with by adjusting their attitude. This explained the mind control device in the basement. The mansions previous owner was a major player in this organization, and Max wanted to take his place.

The get together was to be held tomorrow. The guests, all high ranking slave owners, would start to arrive at 8 PM. The girls were busy getting the ballroom ready. Even though they had been brainwashed to obey Max, they still had their old personalties. They frequently talked about April, who was silently spreading tablecloths over the tables. Ever since Max had broken her, she had become a silent emotionless robot of sorts. She hardly spoke and when she did, her voice was flat, lacking emotion, empty, hollow... She didn't even react to pain, and that being the case, Max had stopped punishing her and had lost a lot of interest in her. She never did anything anymore, except when she was ordered to. She didn't even eat until she was given an order to do so. As she silently smoothed out the tablecloths, she saw a sharp knife. For a moment, the blankness and apathy of her mind vanished and she felt an overwhelming desire to take that knife and slit her throat. After a brief moment the thought vanished and she resumed smoothing out the tablecloth.

Throught the day April was assigned meanial tasks to take care of. After she completed a task she stood there silently waiting for her next order. Finally, when Max couldn't find anything else for her to do he sent her to her room. She sat down on the bed and stared into space, mind empty, no thoughts or feelings. Later, one of the slaves came in and ordered her to help drain the pool in the bath house and clean it. Being in the bath house stirred no memories or emotional response from April. She silently helped the other girls drain the pool and clean it. The pool started to fill with fresh clean water. April looked at the water, slowly rising in depth. There was a flash in her mind, An image of her drowning at the bottom of the pool. The flash faded and the blankness resumed. She followed the other girls out of the bath house. She was vaguely aware that people would be coming to the mansion tomorrow night. She had overheard the girls talking but paid almost no attention. Other people didn't matter. Only masters orders mattered. That night she slept a dreamless sleep. There was no need for dreaming anymore.

Throughout most of the next day, the girls scurried around the mansion making sure everything was perfect for the guests that would be arriving. They were nervous and excited. They hadn't prepared for a party in so long. April was still emotionless and apethetic. Nothing, including all the excitement could rouse her from her robot like state. She silently helped the girls prepare the food for the party. As she was chopping vegetables, she suddenly had a strong urge to take the knife she was using and stick it into her chest. She froze for several seconds, face still blank, staring into space. The urge vanished, and before the other girls could notice, she resumed chopping vegetables. Almost unconsciously, she took an unused knife and put it into her apron pocket.

The guests were arriving now. Men and women of several different races from several different countries. Each a member of the slavery organization. Max was busy introducing himself and conversing with some of the more high ranking members. The girls, April included, were serving food and drinks to the guests. Some of the guests were talking about how lifeless April looked, and soon Max sent her to her room. One high ranking member, a handsome man, in his early thirties named Gregory, introduced himself to Max. "So, you happened upon this mansion and convinced the slaves to sign ownership of it over to you?" Gregory asked him. "Yep!, It was easy cept for that one girl, the one with the long brown hair. She gave me some trouble, but I straightened her out in the end." Max said. Gregory smiled, a cold smile. "I've straightened out quite a few girls. See, the device in your basement is one that I built. I perfected the technology that keeps our organization running smoothly." he said. Max smiled, "It works quite well, though she did put up a bit of a fight at first." he said. "Oh, I've had girls which fought for days against the conditioning. Eventually they get too weak to fight it and submit." Gregory said.

April was in her bathroom. She pulled the knife out of her apron pocket. The apathy and blankness in her mind vanished and she had a mad desire to kill herself. She didn't know why she had to, but she knew that she had to. Master had not ordered her to kill herself though. This made her very confused. The knife shook in her hand, her face was blank. In her mind a conflict was taking place. Master would probably be upset if she killed herself, yet she had to do it for some reason. She stood there frozen, her mind stuck in a loop.

"That long haired girl, I believe her name is April. Would you be willing to sell her to me? I would pay any reasonable price for her." Gregory said. Max thought for a moment, It took him less then 10 seconds to make up his mind: "Yeah! I'll sell her. Why do you want her?" Max asked him. Gregory smiled, his eyes were like chips of ice. "Oh, I used to know her, when her old master was alive. I've always wanted her but he wouldn't sell her." he said.

April stood in the bathroom still frozen. Some part of her was trying desperately to break the loop and plunge the knife into her body. She heard a voice outside the door "Master wants to see you." Teresa said. April dropped the knife and her face went blank again. Masters orders overrode everything else. She left the bathroom and headed downstairs.

Max was busy counting out the $15,000 Gregory had given him. April silently walked up to him. "April, This man will be your new master now. You will obey all orders from him. Do you understand?" Max asked her. "Yes." she said flatly. Gregory summoned two of his slaves. "Take her to the van." he said. April followed the two strange women out of the mansion and to a large van parked next to several other cars in the parking garage. She got into the back of the van and was ordered to sit on one of the benches and wait for her new master. The van was closed up and there she sat in complete darkness. Her mind was empty, all she knew is she had a new master, nothing else had changed. She sat alone in total darkness for several hours waiting for her new master.

The doors of the van opened up, One of the girls started up the van and Gregory got into the back. He coldly stared at April. The van pulled out of the parking garage and headed for the gate. After the van passed through the gate, his expression became warmer. "Come here." he said softly. April got up and knelt beside him. He hugged her and held her head close to his chest. "You poor thing, what did he do to you?" he said in a sad voice. Her face remained blank, her mind empty. He started gently petting her head. "Don't worry. I'll fix you up. He can't hurt you anymore." he whispered. Later on, the van pulled over at a rest stop and Gregory got behind the wheel and one of the girls got into the back. April paid no attention to her. She just continued to stare blankly ahead. After some time had passed, the doors opened up and April was ordered to follow Gregory and the two girls. They were at a privately owned airstrip and a passenger jet was waiting for them. She was taken abord the plane and placed in one of the seats. "It will be a several hour flight, I suggest you get some sleep." Gregory said. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep...

"She's really messed up. That Max fucked her mind up real good. But luckily for us, the device he has is an older model. It won't be easy but I'm sure I can undo the damage." Gregory said. They were back at his estate, a mansion similar in size to the one where Max lived, but newer in design. The entire basement was a giant labrotory of sorts. This was where they had brought April. She was silently sitting on a metal table with electrodes hooked to her head. Gregory and several girls were in the lab. "She looks so...I don't know...lifeless...burned out." a blonde said. "Yeah, I believe the state she's in now is similar to the state she was in when James sold her that one time... She shut down and went catatonic, she would have died if James hadn't found her." he said. "But master, she obeys commands." a brunette said. "Yeah, thats because of the conditioning. Take that away and she will be totally catatonic." he said. He looked at one of the monitors. "I think we got her in the nick of time. A flaw that my earlier devices have is that if a conditioned slave becomes too unhappy, she will eventually override her programming and kill herself, and according to these readouts, she's come pretty close to doing that already. That Max must have done something to her to make her this miserable." he said.

April woke up in a soft bed. She was startled. This was not her room. She looked around, trying to find something familiar. She wanted her master...then it came back to her. Her master was dead. She started sobbing. A few minutes later the door opened. She looked up expecting to see Max. The man standing at the door was not Max. He looked familiar but she couldn't remember who he was. "Wh-who are y-you?" she said, choking back sobs. "You don't remember me? We met a couple times before, at some of those parties your master used to throw. I'm Gregory, I was a close friend of James er--your master." he said. It came back to her now. She had met him and talked with him at a couiple parties. He was a friend of her master and a fellow slave owner. She smiled, a sad smile. He went over to her and sat down on the bed. "I've managed to undo the brainwashing, but theres psychological aspects of your time with Max that require several sessions to fix. I know he hurt you, but he can't hurt you anymore." he said. Hearing this stopped her sobbing. She was free of him now! She was free to find her master now!... but her master was dead now...She couldn't find him, because he had died. She started sobbing again. She wanted to shut down again. She willed her mind to go blank again. It didn't.

Gregory held her close and gently petted her head. "I know, I know it hurts. but he is dead. I was upset too. He was a good friend." he said to her. "I w-wanna die too!" she sobbed. "No, I won't let that happen. You're not going to die and you're not going to shut down to try to escape the pain." he said. "Please! I ju-just want to die! I don't w-wanna live anymore! I have n-nothing to live for!" she sobbed. He continued to pet her head. You say that now, but soon you'll be happy again. I know you loved him. He loved you too. He would never have sold you, not even to me, and I offered to buy you more then once." he said. She sobbed even louder. He patiently sat there petting and caressing her. He knew she had a lot to get out. The more she cried, the better it would be in the long run. He had dealt with cases like hers before. While he invented and sold the technology that made the slavery orgnization possible and profitable, he also took in slaves whom had suffered psychical and psychological abuse. Every one of his mind control devices had a back door that could be used to restore the original personalty. This was a trick only he could do, because it involved using special equipment that only he had.

Eventually her sobbing ceased, and she just sat there, her head against his chest. His shirt was soaked with tears now. Her sobbing had stopped but she still felt miserable. "Come on, lets prepare you for a hypnotic session." he said. She obediantly followed him. She wasn't afraid of him tinkering with her mind. She kind of looked forward to it actually. If he erased her memories, then she wouldn't remember her old master, or Max and the things he had done to her. She was led down the stairs to a basement. However this basement was very different from the one in the other mansion. It was like a hospital and labrotory combined. She saw many girls. Some were strapped to beds, others were tending to the girls strapped into the beds. Some were monitoring medical equipment hooked to an unconscious girl. "A lot of these girls have lived through some awful experiences. Some worse then yours. They're healing and so will you. I know it feels like you'll never heal, like you'll never get over it, but you will." he said. She didn't reply. She stared at one of the strapped down girls who was having a seizure of some sort. One of the girls gave the woman an injection and soon her seizures stopped. April was led into a small room with a table and told to lie down on it. Gregory took two small disc shaped devices and attached them to her temples. "These will induce a deep hypnotic state giving me access to your sub conscious." he said. "Just relax, I'm going to activate them now. You'll feel very tired, then nothing at all." he said.

"Now April, I want you to tell me everything that happened to you during your time with Max. Do you understand?" he asked her. "Yes." she said, her voice flat. She started telling him about her daily torture sessions, the pain that Max had inflicted on her, the time she spent restrained to a wheelchair and being force fed awful tasting food. She told him about how Max had taken control of the other girls and about how she tried to escape. In less then an hour he knew about everything that had gone on since the moment Max had shown up. "It's over now. You're very far away from him now, and he can't do anything to hurt you anymore." Gregory said. "I want you to say 'Max can't hurt me anymore.' ok?" he asked her. She paused for several seconds "Max can't hurt me anymore..." she said, just above a whisper. "Good, I want you to repeat that, louder this time." he said. "Max can't hurt me anymore." she said. "Good. When you wake up you will know that what you just said is true, and you will be reminded of that truth when you think about Max." he said.

After the session, Gregory closely observed April. He gave her the freedom to roam the mansion, but unbeknownst to her, he was watching her through the cameras installed throughout the house. She met several of the slaves. They were friendly and helpful. They showed her around, gave her a tour of the place. It was very much like her old masters mansion, though there was very little ornate decoration. This mansion had a more modern look and feel to it. It also had a bath house, which was located on the 4th floor instead of in a seperate building outside. There were entertainment rooms and several exercise rooms, and some rooms for psychical therapy and other medical related uses. In one of these rooms she saw a wheelchair very similar to the one that she had been strapped into. She froze and started to shake. She had a flashback to when she was strapped in the wheelchair. Her breathing grew heavy and rapid, then a voice in her mind, her voice, reminded her that Max couldn't hurt her. She started to calm down. When she regained her composure, she examined the wheelchair. Close up, it was quite different then the one she had been in. It was just a regular wheelchair, nothing more.

Gregory had seen her reaction on one of the security monitors. He breathed a sigh of relief. The failsafe had worked. He used hypnosis to install failsafe's into a slaves mind. When a slave saw or heard something that triggered a flashback to a painful memory, the failsafe would kick in before she totally lost it. Eventually the failsafe would stop the triggering of flashbacks all together. Some of the other slaves had seen her reaction but they paid no attention. They knew quite a few girls, themselves included, who had triggers that could cause them to freak out, so they were used to it. April continued wandering throughout the house.She entered a room that looked like a study. There was a desk in this room and on it was a picture. Out of curiousity she picked it up. It was a picture of several men, all dressed in suits. It appeared to have been taken at a party. She looked at the mens faces. One was Gregory, two whom she didn't know, and one... She stared at the face. It was her old masters face. She froze for several seconds, then dropped the picture and sank to the floor. She started crying.

Gregory saw her crying on the monitor and soon entered the study. She got up and ran to a corner. "GO AWAY!" she screamed at him. He stood there, looking at her. She sank to the floor and started sobbing. She looked up at the celing "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?!" she screamed. Gregory left and returned a minute later with two girls. "Come on, lets get you downstairs for another session." he said. April got up and tried to run, but the two girls grabbed her. "NO!! LET GO OF ME!" she screamed. Gregory took a needle out of his pocket. He made sure she didn't see it. While she was struggling he inserted the needle into her arm. Then he waited. Soon her struggling started to lessen. She was getting tired... very tired. "That sedative should calm you down." he said. She felt her knees give way, the girls lowered her to the floor and released her. Gregory knelt beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She wanted to be sad, she wanted to be angry, she wanted to throw things and scream until her head exploded...but she was so tired now... She wanted to be mad at Gregory... but his touch felt so warm...She looked at his eyes. They wern't cold and angry looking, they were warm, caring eyes... He caught her as she started to fall forward. She lost consciousness in his arms...

"April, James is dead. Your old master is dead. He did not want to die, but he did. You loved him and you always will love him, but you need to let him go." Gregory said. They were back in the room and April was under deep hypnosis again. Getting over Max would be hard enough, but Gregory realized that it would be much harder for April to get over her old master. "Me and James--your old master-- were good friends. When I found out about his death, it hurt. But eventually I got over it. I knew James very well, and I know he would have wanted you to go on with your life. He wouldn't want you to kill yourself, he wouldn't want you to be miserable. Most likely, he would have wanted you to come here, because he knew you would be safe here." he said. "Live here? But you're not my master." she said in a flat tone. "I am if you want to stay here." he said. "You have a choice you have to make here April. You can choose to stay here, and I can help you. You will be safe here. Or, I can free you and you can try to start a new life as a free woman. What will it be?" he asked her. She paused for several seconds, a tear formed in one of her eyes. "I...I...want to stay..." she said. "Then you will have to accept me as your master." he said. "Will you do that?" he asked her. "Yes." she said...

The room was dark, except for several lit candles. April was handcuffed to a chain hanging from the celing. Her legs were cuffed to large weights. Gregory's hands were caressing her body. She tensed up whenever his fingers came close to her ass or pussy. He knelt down in front of her and started to insert two of his fingers into her pussy. She jerked back. He stood up. "I'm not going to hurt you." he said. He knelt down again and put one of his hands on her ass to keep her from jerking backward. She tensed and braced herself, she was having a flashback to when Max penetrated her with his entire arm. Her mind reminded her that Max couldn't hurt her anymore. She relaxed a bit. She felt pleasure as Gregory's fingers gently manipulated her clit and penetrated into her. She relaxed somemore, and even started to move her hips a little bit. He inserted a third finger and started thrusting a little harder. Her nervousness was gone now. She hadn't had anybody do this to her in so long. He stood up, and prepared to insert his cock into her hungry slit. Without warning, she stuck her head out and gave him a long passionate kiss while eagerly thrusting her hips. He was suprised at this, but concealed his reaction well. He began savagely fucking her. Tears started streaming down her face. They were tears of happiness. She had been so lonely, for so long. She needed a master. She needed a masters love and warmth. She had it now. She had a reason to live now.

It was dinnertime and all of the slaves were gathered around a large table. April was suprised to see nearly 20 girls, with empty seats for at least a dozen more. She took a seat and let out a tiny gasp as she sat down. She was wearing a pair of tight underwear that kept two large dildo's buried in her pussy and ass. Master had instructed her to wear them so she could get used to being penetrated again. The dildo's were large but they fit comfortably inside her. They didn't hurt at all and felt good when she was walking or sitting. She liked being full. The dildo's also made her feel, owned, which she liked as well. One of the slaves was setting down dishes of food on the table. April looked at her plate of food. She saw a bowl filled with a purree of liver and spinach. She shuddered and blinked. The bowl disappeared and in its place was a plate of fish and a salad. She smiled and let out a tiny chuckle. It was just her mind playing a trick on her. She liked seafood, especally fish. Gregory remembered that from one of his conversations with James and ordered his slaves to make it for her.

After dinner, April was wandering around the mansion. There were many parts she hadn't seen yet and she was eager to explore some of them. She saw some slaves bedrooms similar to her old bedroom. She saw a room filled with hunting trophy's. On the second floor she opened a door. The room was semi dark. She started to look for a light switch then froze in horror. Standing across the room was Max! She screamed and bolted out of the room. Gregory heard her scream and searched the floor for her. He found her in a bathroom cowering in one of the showers. After getting her calm enough to explain what she saw, he led her back to the room. He turned on the light and led her inside. There was no Max, but a life sized painting of a man who vaguely looked like Max. Because of the semi darkness and her imagination, it appeared that Max was standing there, Gregory explained to her. "I'm sorry, I guess I overreacted a bit." she said. "Don't worry about it. Actually, I've had a few girls who mistook this very same painting for their old masters. See where it's been glued back together?" he showed her a few places on the painting that had been glued back together. "One slave had many horrorfying experiances with her old master. She wandered into this room and she freaked out and attacked the painting." he said.

It was getting late and April was shown to her new bedroom. It was similar to her old bedroom and the familiarity of the room made her happy. She had little trouble getting to sleep...

April was restrained to a gurney. She was in a run down, dark looking hospital. She could hear the screams of other women and the sounds of surgical tools. The doctor came into her field of view. It was Max! He took a scalpel and started to make an incision into her stomach...

April woke up screaming. The room was lit by her bedside lamp and there was a woman shaking her, waking her up. "Hey there, you had a nightmare?" the woman asked her. It took a few minutes for April to regain her composure. She looked at the woman, a tall woman with shoulder length blonde hair. "Yeah..." April said. "I heard you screaming in your sleep." the woman said. "I was in this hospital of sorts and Max was there and...." April trailed off. "It's ok. It was just a nightmare. I used to have them quite often." the woman said. April looked at the woman. "Who are you?" she asked her. "Oh, sorry. My name is Becky. I've been a slave here for just over a year and a half." the woman said. April smiled a bit. "You had nightmares too?" she asked Becky. "Yeah, when I first came here I had em every night. Mostly dreams about being in a small space. I hate small spaces. Anyway, over time the dreams eventually stopped." she said. "So, you're ok now?" she asked April. "Yeah. I'm fine." April said. "All right, I'll leave then. good night." Becky said. April was hesitant to go back to sleep, but the warmth and softness of her bed combined with her exaustion soon made her close her eyes and fall back to sleep.