Karen's eyes fluttered open. She looked around and found that she was in her apartment. Her digital watch told her that it was a weekday, and that she was running late for work. She quickly showered, stopping only to take a swig of whiskey, then headed off to Doctor Nechetohontoquatl's lab. By the time she realized that she had forgotten to put on her pants, it was too late to turn her car around. She just hoped that the doctor wouldn't notice.

She parked her car and entered the lab. Just as she feared, the doctor noticed that she was wearing only a shirt and panties.

"Uh, Karen. For future referance: I suggest at least wearing pants or a skirt."

"I'm sorry doctor. I was in a hurry this morning." she said.

He smiled. "No problem" he said, and motioned her to follow him.

The doctor opened a room at the back of the lab. It was full of women's clothing. Piles and piles of it.

"When my customers purchase a slave, they generally don't want the clothing she came with. So I put it in here, and let it build up. Then at the end of the year I donate it to various charities. It's a hell of a tax break." he said.

Karen left the lab dressed in a sharp corporate pantsuit, complete with matching purse and earrings. Her new high heels clicked confidently on the pavement. She set her mind to the task at hand: Finding a suitable woman to turn into a slave. She wondered how she would capture such a woman. The fat woman had been easy to capture. The hard part had been getting her back to the lab. Still, it had been easier then trying to drag a physically fit, frightened woman back to the lab. There had to be an easier way.

Lost in thought, she hadn't noticed the woman sneaking up behind her. By the time the chloroformed rag was forced over her face, it was too late for her to react...

Karen looked around as her vision began to clear. Everything was all silvery! Whoever owned the place she was now in, must have had an obsession with the color of silver. The walls were silver, the celing was silver, the floor was silver. There was silvery bondage gear hanging from the walls and celing. She found that her arms were bound and attached to a silvery chain that dangled from the celing.

In front of her was another woman, bound in a spread eagle position. She had on a skintight silvery bodysuit with a matching hood that covered most of her face. Only her mouth was visible. The woman also wore a black and silver collar with the name "Keri" on it.

Karen heard footsteps. A woman, wearing only silver bodypaint appeared. She took almost no interest in Karen at first. She went over to the woman who was bound spread eagle. She traced her silvery fingernail down the woman's face.

"And how is my Keri doing today?" she asked the bound woman.

"You've left me here ALL DAY! My wrists are tired, and I haven't gotten off in hours!" Keri said angrily.

The woman wearing the bodypaint smiled. She started to fondle Keri's breasts. "You know you love being tied up, my pet."

"St-Stop it! I... I wanna be mad at youuuuu..." Keri replied in a whiny voice.

The silver clad woman grabbed a nearby remote and turned a small dial on it. Keri flinched and started to pant. The silver clad woman began to caress her face.

"You don't want to be mad at me, and love being my slave, don't you Keri?" she asked.

"Y-- Yessssss..." Keri replied in a blissful tone.

The silver clad woman turned her attention to Karen. She walked over to her.

"And what might your name be?" she asked.

"Karen." Karen replied.

The silver clad woman blinked in surprise. "My name's Karen too!" she said.

"Yeah, it's a pretty common name." Karen replied.

The silver clad Karen got a puzzled look on her face. "Hmmmm... well, I was going to seduce and enslave you, but since we both have the same name, things could get confusing... I guess I'll have to let you go." she said with a small frown on her face.

The silver clad Karen undid the other Karen's bounds. "It's too bad. You're very beautiful. How I'd love to keep you around for awhile." she said, caressing Karen's face with her silvery fingernails.

"Uh, I need a woman to take back to Doctor Nechetohontoquatl's" Karen said.

The silver clad Karen smiled. "Do you now? I think I can accomidate you there..." She left the room, and soon returned with another woman of Oriental descent.

"This is Maya. She's a plaything I've grown rather tired of. I was going to sell her, but you can have her." she said.

Back at the lab, Doctor Nechetohontoquatl looked over the nearly naked woman that Karen had brought back with her.

"Now THIS is what a slave is supposed to look like!" the doctor said.

"I... I... need to be p-punished!" the woman said. She went over to a nearby table and bent over it, sticking out her behind.

Doctor Nechetohontoquatl looked at Karen. "Care to do the honors?"

"Eh, hell, why not. I experimented a little back in College." Karen replied.

She pinned the docile slavegirl to the table with her hand. She wasn't overly firm, but firm enough to let the slavegirl know that she was in charge. There was no resistance from the slavegirl. Karen delicately removed the lace panties covering the slavegirl's behind. What a shapely behind it was; The kind of behind obtained by grueling workouts at the gym. Karen let her hands cares and fondle the slavegirl's body, then she delivered a hard smack to the slavegirl's bottom. The slavegirl cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, Karen was unsure.

"Hmph, we can't have you doing that, now can we..." Karen said. She took a gag that the doctor just happened to have on hand, and fitted it into the slavegirl's mouth.

She traced a fingernail along the slavegirl's back. "Hm, I think 20 smacks for crying out..." Karen said. She proceeded to deliver them to the slavegirl's behind. Each smack made the slavegirl shudder. Her behind gradually reddened.

Karen grabbed the slavegirl by her long black hair and gently pulled her up.

"Now be a good girl and follow me."

The slavegirl nodded docily, and began to follow Karen. Karen and the doctor hooked her into the brainwashing machine.

The doctor activated the computer. The helmet came to life, and the two beams of blue light converged on the slavegirl's latex clad crotch. Not even the gag in her mouth could prevent all the noises she made. Her body shuddered like a car with a failing universal joint. When it was over, the doctor went over to her and removed the gag.

"Who do you obey?" he asked.

"I'll obey whoever you want me to obey..." the slavegirl said in a weak monotone.

"Damn! That's the best answer I've heard yet! I'm charging extra for you!" the doctor replied.

Quitting time came and went. Karen left the lab and headed back to her apartment. At a stoplight, she checked to make sure no cops were around, then she took a long drink from her bottle of whiskey. The moment the light changed, she punched the accelerator and sped down the street.

She made it to her apartment building without so much as adding another dent to her car. She went up to her apartment and locked the door behind her. She had to admit, working for Doctor Nechetohontoquatl had its perks. The pantsuit came off, followed by the rest of her clothing... In a long list of jobs, from a burger flipper all the way to an undercover agent, she had never found a job that she was happy doing. She wasn't sure yet, but it seemed that working for the doctor was the best job she had found so far. She found herself thinking about that slavegirl she had punished.

As she thought about that slavegirl's nude, well toned body and docile nature, she found her hand making its way towards her crotch. Sure she had occasionally checked out other women, and had fooled around with one back in College, but it had never occured to her that she had a real, sexual interest in other women. It wasn't quite as arousing as her being forced to strip naked, followed by getting raped in an alley by several men, but it came close.

She went back to thinking about the best way to capture a suitable slave girl candidate. She grabbed a nearby whiskey bottle and took a swig. Perhaps the doctor had a dart gun or a ray gun of some kind that she could use. He was a mad scientist after all, he had to have some efficent way to capture women.