As they dressed, the girls conversed about their schedules for the day. Claire, dressed in knee high, high heeled, boots, a miniskirt, and black sweater, was going to work in the office with Kristen, Arianna’s sister’s slave, on paperwork and other concerns.

Arianna came out of their room in a business suit with a blazer and flat dress shoes. The budding Mistress looked pretty butch, but very professional. She would be assisting Dr. Bedford, their corporation’s head Doctor, with programming Bunnies all day. With greater responsibility, and her general drift towards total independence, the redhead wished to learn all aspects of the work done both on and outside the facility.

Kimberly also dressed professionally except with skirt instead of pants. She would be going for a manicure at the salon which the corporation used as a front and then to pick up Courtney later in the early evening.

Alexis, back in her maid uniform, returned to the living room and relieved Karen. The bottle blond Bunnie left without a word and began to move toward the main office of the facility for further instruction. It took her almost an hour to actually get there, as she was remoted to join two men in an office where she was used as an example of the level of mindless obedience a Bunnie can attain for a potential buyer. He was quite impressed with the bimbo automaton, and she was conditioned to return to him later in the evening for sexual service.

In the living room, seeing that Alexis had resumed her duties as their maid, Kimberly approached the Bunnie. “Alexis, please alert the main office I am leaving for the day.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Alexis turned on her heels and walked into another room. A acrylic nail pushed the 0 button on the console, which directed her call to the main office where a handful on in-training Bunnies diverted phone calls morning, noon, and night.

After making her way through the underground building where their housing was located, and moving downward in an elevator, Kimberly pulled her phone out and called William as she walked to her car. Standing next to the BMW he had purchased her, the Asian Bunnie waited as the phone rang and then rang again. She suddenly remembered that, currently, he had no secretary; the previous girl was auctioned off. If he didn’t answer the phone, one could presume he was out of the office or otherwise engaged. In any number of ways.

Frowning, and slightly frustrated, Kimberly got into her car and made her way to the parking lot entrance. Exiting, she drove through the woods until she came out to the state highway and merged into traffic. Even more frustrated with the slow moving dump truck in front of her, she accelerated quickly, moving around the truck, turned up her mp3 player, and floored it down the highway towards town.

By the time Cindy was consoling Jessica, William had not been able to reach the phone. Seeing that it was Kimberly who had called, he sighed and assumed she just wanted to let him know she was leaving for the day. There was no need to call her back, but he really needed to get a new secretary.

As he walked back into his office, William paused at the door and watched Cindy console Jessica. The brunette, almost legal, Bunnie had proven to be quite initiative and independent. Attempts to quiet these lines of behavior had only caused them to further mutate and progress. She, like a few other Bunnies recently, was evolving in ways they had never seen before. When he met with the girl’s father later today, the retired athlete most likely would not be pleased. He wanted another mindless doll, like Cindy’s mother, who could be sold, not a devoted, but eccentric and peculiar, Pleasure Bunnie.

As Cindy calmed Jessica down, holding her gently and whispering reassuring words in the girl’s ear, the brunette looked over to William and softly smiled nodding that Jessica would be fine. Another shared look and a nod from her superior led Cindy to excuse herself from Jessica and walk over to his desk. Picking up one of the two universal Pleasure Bunnie remotes, she aimed it towards Jessica.

Seeing the girl’s ID from the nanites integrated into her body come up on the small LCD screen, Cindy pressed down on a button, bringing Jessica into a trance. Jessica sat up straight in the chair and, eyes glazed over, announced she was ready for programming. Her breasts gently heaved up and down as she sat forward, quietly, waiting for instruction.

William and Cindy sat down on either side of the girl and the brunette took the entranced Bunnie’s hand in her own. They shared a glance again and Cindy understood that her superior would interview Jessica. “Jessica, you were really upset when you came back from the field? What happened?”

In a quiet, feminine, almost childlike, monotone, Jessica told her story. “Sir, I had successfully completed my mission. I met the target during her morning routine and, as instructed, followed through on my task. While returning to headquarters, I was noticed driving by my sister Brandi.” She paused for a few seconds as nervous emotion overtook her. “She does not know I am here. She believes that I and another Bunnie are modeling in California. I have received three calls from her and my mother since then, Sir.”

Cindy squeezed the girl’s hand so she would pause. She took the girl’s pink phone out of her bag and put up four tan, manicured, fingers to signify there were now seven voice mails.

“Jessica,” William began, as the slave mindlessly turned her head toward him, “for the next three hours, I want you to remain in trance. Return to your quarters and masturbate until the time expires. Someone from the main office will call your quarters to wake you up. Afterward, I want you to take the rest of the day off.” He touched her arm gently. “You have done well today. Cindy and I will take it from here.”

“Yes, Master.” The brown haired Bunnie stood up and left the office, heading down the hallway towards the elevator which would bring her towards her quarters.

At the door, both William and Cindy watched the girl’s tight ass sway in her very short shorts. Satisfied with her obedience, William took Cindy’s arm and led her back into the office. He shut the door behind them as he began to inform Cindy of his plan to rectify the situation with Mrs. Kanko and her other daughter. Afterward, he left the girl at the desk so he could meet with those who would carry out his plan.

Walking out of a meeting room with Phillip and another man, where a solution for dealing with Jessica’s mother and sister was put together, William dropped in another meeting to hear about the results from Cindy’s final programming session. The curious evolution of the girl fascinated their scientists and both, a man and woman, pleaded for her to be kept around for further study.

William did not want the girl to become some kind of Pleasure Bunnie guinea pig, they already had plenty of those, but agreed to attempt a rectification of the situation with her father. He was meeting with him in a bit. He promised the scientists access to many aspects of the girl’s mental processes either way due to the chip embedded in her brain.

Satisfied with both meetings, the Pleasure Bunnie Corporation Owner stopped in the main office to alert them he would be with Cindy’s father and then meeting with Jennifer Graham. He found Becky D’arcy at the main desk. Becky, who had been best friends with Jessica Kanko and brought in at the same time, had thrived and quickly moved up to be the main administrative assistant for most weekdays, unless otherwise in use. On Friday and weekend evenings, she danced at a local club which they had taken over or was out as an escort, or prostitute, for clients. Due to her good looks and enthusiastic level of submission, it wouldn’t be too long before she was sold.

Becky smiled when she saw him. “Good morning, Master.” William was a nice man, nicer than most. She was proud to address him as such. “I hope your meetings went well?”

William sighed gently and looked down. “More or less. The situation with Jessica will be dealt with later today. As for young Cindy, we will see in a bit.” He paused, lost in thought for a moment. “I will be with her father and then Jennifer Graham for the next few hours.”

“Yes, Master.” Becky paused, remembering something she needed to alert her controller to. Her brainwashing left her focused and eager; the previous, limited, mental facilities she had were left intact. “There is a new report on Cindy’s sister, Barbara.” She handed him a folder. “Their father will certainly want to see the progress, especially with what happened to her sister.”

William smiled. “Good girl. That is a great idea.” His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. He put a hand to his head, still adjusting to his closely cropped hair.

“I think it looks nice, Master. Your hair, that is.”

“Oh, you’re just programmed to say that.”

Becky considered for a moment. “I think I really do like it, Master.” She smiled a bubbly smile. Before she could say anything further, he was heading out of the office and toward his meetings.

Kimberly drove down the highway for about 20 minutes before exiting into town. The Asian girl tapped the button on her ear piece and called the salon which her friend Cheryl, a deeply conditioned Pleasure Bunnie, ran for the corporation. After a few rings, Sherri, the Bunnie at the front desk, answered and transferred her to Cheryl’s phone.

Cheryl, just heading to break, even Bunnies had lunch breaks, smiled and picked up the phone. “Hello, Kimberly! I am looking forward to our appointment.”

Kimberly smiled, her friend was always so enthusiastic. “I can’t wait either. Have you heard from Courtney yet?”

Cheryl paused and looked down at the tablet on her desk. A long pink nail tapped the screen a few times to bring up the salon’s phone log. “She called a little while ago and made her appointment as planned.” Again, the blond looked down. “She is scheduled an hour after you. You’ll probably get to see her yourself.”

Nodding as she idled at a red light, Kimberly quickly scribbled a note on a pad sitting on the console. “Good. I am looking forward to seeing her progress. She is under some experimental forms of conditioning.”

This definitely peaked Cheryl, always enthusiastic about the corporation’s ability to more easily brainwash girls, interest. “Oh? I will make sure she gets my personal attention!”

“Great. Listen,” Kimberly began in reply, “I am about 10 minutes away. I’ll talk to you then.” Hanging up, she honked at the truck in front of her. “Asshole!” Frustrated, she pouted in traffic waiting to make her turn towards the salon’s mall.

Meanwhile, Cheryl hung up and enjoyed the salad prepared for lunch today. The blond haired, blue eyed, girl was the head manicurist and ran the salon. Very short, around five foot tall, with large, augmented, breasts, she was a walking, talking, doll. Programmed to please, deeply enthralled, the Bunnie thrived on obedience to her superiors. In her case, superiors had been conditioned primarily to be men.

The former raver and drug dealer now valued slavery and believed all women should be brainwashed into Pleasure Bunnies. She had gotten Claire, Arianna’s slave, hooked on drugs after they graduated from high school. When Ari and Kimberly found Claire years later, the drug trail traced back to Cheryl. She was kidnapped, conditioned, and chained to a long life of devoted slavery to atone for her crimes. Much to Arianna’s disgust, Kimberly had befriended the girl, partially, Ari didn’t know, due to conditioning.

The blond bimbo ran a profitable salon, where a handful of newly conditioned Bunnies worked as a cover while their new lives were established in the real world. If a buyer wanted a Bunnie who was not a mindless automaton, most of the time some kind of continuity between old and new lives had to be created. Some sort of factious courting period was created to appease family and friends. Other times, subjects were captured and erased from their previous life. It was, of course, much easier to do the former.

After quickly finishing her meal and discarded the packaging, Cheryl walked out of her private room and onto the floor of the salon. Five girls were cutting hair right now and another was doing nails. Cheryl primarily did nails, but had also been trained to cut hair if needed. For most customers, this was just a normal salon run by more than normally attractive young women. Three middle aged women were getting haircuts which looked incredible. Even if they weren’t being conditioned, it gave the blond Bunnie a sense of satisfaction helped other girls look their best.

Back in her private room, she pushed a button on the wall by the door which slid out two programming tubes. One was filled right now with a teenage girl named Quinn who was being programmed for one of the two new Pleasure Bunnie operations. One had opened a month before on a small island off of Florida, but the one Quinn would be sent to was in Colorado. The shy, quiet, girl who wore baggy clothes to hide her impressive body would now be obsessed with displaying it. She would be one of the first handful of models for the corporation’s new, legitimate, “non-nude,” barely legal, modeling websites.

Quinn stared straight ahead, eyes glassy, as ear buds further reprogrammed her values. Days ago, she had ceased resisting. Detached from the girl’s situation, Cheryl pushed another button to slide the girl’s tube back into the wall. The brainwashed bimbo checked herself in a mirror. A pink dress hugged her body and silver platform heels gave her small butt a bit of a lift. Kimberly, and then Courtney, would be here soon. Smiling vapidly in the mirror, she turned and walked back out to the floor. There were Pleasure Bunnies to brainwash.

William and Cindy left his office together and walked down a few corridors. As they passed through a hallway connector, a Bunnie named Jenni passed with a female controller. The bottle blond Bunnie was on her way to final evaluations before her sale.

“So I am sure,” he began after the automaton Bunnie passed them, “you realize that you have changed a lot, Cindy.”

Cindy stopped walking, surprised by the question. Again, she wondered if she was supposed to know! Had she failed in her submission? Tentatively, she answered finally. “I did, Sir. I’m really not sure why?” The final sentence came out as more of a question than a statement from the confused Bunnie.

William pointed in the direction they needed to walk. They continued as he replied. “Well, your father had requested you to be an airhead; a vapid, sex toy he could sell for profit to a business partner or client.” He paused at her frown. The girl clearly was conscious of this. You are an airhead, and definitely have great potential as a sex slave.” He paused and looked the brunette up and down, which sent a chill down her body.

Laughing at her clear pleasure in his gaze, William stopped in front of the elevator which would take them down to their destination. “But, you see Cindy, you are also curious and inquisitive and...” He thought momentarily, trying to find the right word, “...different.”

Cindy frowned and spat out a quick apology, begging to be brainwashed further to please, pleading for it. William’s hand on her arm ceased the girl’s hysteria. “There is no need to apologize for being too smart. No apologies...” His thoughts trailed off for a moment. Scratching his head, he started directly at the girl. “Cindy, you’re evolving in a way that few Bunnies have so far. Your brain has reacted to conditioning,” again, the Pleasure Bunnie Owner placed a hand gently on the nervous girl’s arm, which calmed her immediately, “in ways we have not seen before.” He brightened and smiled in approval. “It’s really cool, honestly.”

They entered the elevator and William pushed a few buttons to bring them to their destination. Hesitantly, Cindy spoke up as she turned around to face the front. “My father thinks I am defective, doesn’t he, Sir?”

William paused, and deflected the question. “Your session this morning was intended to ‘fix’ you. A few changes were implemented.” The girl’s eyes went wide in curiosity, before she could stop herself, but William shook his head. “Nothing you need to worry about.” His cock stirred slightly as the curiosity in her eyes vanished. Such an obedient girl. “Anyway, I have an idea about how to make the best of this situation.”

William paused the elevator a floor before their destination. “I think it will be worthwhile to pay your father a fee so that we may keep you for further study. We will carefully experiment and study your brain and body chemistry. It has reacted and changed as you’ve been conditioned in very unique ways.”

Cindy frowned and began to cry. “I want to please so much, Sir! I want to be a good girl” She looked him in the eye. “It’s essential to please.” The hypnotic mantra repeated quietly as she mouthed it over and over.

William hugged the girl to calm her, but Cindy threw herself into him, embracing her superior hard. “You are special, Cindy. I think that is wonderful.” Pulling away, he wiped a tear from her eye. A long moment passed before they gently kissed. Automatically, Cindy began to kneel, but he stopped her. “No. Well, another time at least, Focus your best on the task at hand. You don’t need to swallow cum every 10 seconds. That is so boring.”

Pulling a remote out of his blazer’s inside pocket, he pressed a button which caused Cindy to stand at attention. The life slid out of her eyes and she passively waited for instruction. Touching her pink collar gently, he restarted the elevator and, when it arrived at their destination, ordered her to follow him into the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a reception area. Talia, also in this “drone” state, waited with a trainer. She also wore a bright pink collar the same shade as Cindy’s. Waiting on a couch was Cindy’s father, he shook hands with William and then straightened his suit jacket as the man who brainwashed his daughter sat down next to him.

In her present state, Cindy could listen to the speak but could not focus enough to understand their words. At one point, she was commanded by William to stand in front of her father. She walked over and waited at attention, breasts thrust out, awaiting command or approval. William spoke with animated gestures to her father, who seemed to be upset at first but, as William continued, calmed down. Again, they shook hands and the man left with a large tan envelope in hand.

Cindy watched passively as Talia was also led away by a man who she’d met once before. He represented the New Zealand man’s interests in this hemisphere, which included his brainwashed daughter. A leash was attached to the raven haired girl’s collar and she was led away.

Cindy thought idly about the many nights she’d spent together with Talia. The brunette would miss her friend a lot, her best friend, the friend who led her to submission. However, as Talia entered the elevator and it quickly closed, Cindy blinked a few times as the memories of the girl in her little girlie mind were erased. All she could remember now was another Bunnie being taken away by their owner. Following William at his command, she walked slightly behind him as they headed back towards his office.

Shortly before this, Jennifer Graham arrived at headquarters. Taking a now familiar turn off the state highway onto the only side street for miles, a chip embedded in her car opened a gate, which she drove her car through leading to a small building. Inside a garage, the car was brought underground to reside in the parking lot of the corporation’s headquarters. In short time, A Bunnie whose name Jennifer did not notice, nor care about, approached her car wearing a leather miniskirt, high heeled boots, and a very tight, cut off, purple sweater. The redhead tossed her keys to the Bunnie, admiring her ass as the girl entered her car, and then began walking towards the building.

Seeing the expansive corridor that led to the building and four elevators, leading to separate parts of the underground campus continued to blow Jennifer away. She’d been impressed beyond words at how efficient and put together all of this was. As she walked along to the end, she waved a badge over a scanner that announced her presence. Inside the office, two security guards said good morning and that her escort would be arriving momentarily. Jennifer sat down and waited, taking her heels off as they were making her feet ache. Five minutes passed before Celia Lehane, Arianna’s younger sister, arrived to bring her into the building. The friends hugged, Jennifer furrowing her brow after noticing the young woman’s low top Converse, and headed towards an elevator. Inside, Celia showed Jennifer a map on the wall which showed where she would be meeting William.

In the parking lot of the salon, Kimberly ended another phone call and then read a report which came across her phone. There was so much to deal with these days. Sometimes, just sometimes, she wished she could just forget and stop thinking. No worries, no thoughts, just obeying.

Just as she went to get out of her car, Kimberly’s phone rang again. This time, it was Chris, her good friend who had been brought in along with his friend Jennifer Graham into the inner circle of the corporation. “Hey Chris,” she answered cheerfully, happy to hear from him.

“Hey you,” he began, “are we still on for tonight?”

Kimberly smiled at the innocence of his question. “Yeah, of course we are. Where are you?”

He held his phone up for a moment to display the sounds around him. “Student center. Summer session is in their final week, so it is pretty lively.” He paused momentarily, his eyes following the booty shorts hugged ass of a coed as it went across the room. “There are a few girls in here who’d make great Bunnies!”

Kimberly laughed, “That will be part of you and Jennifer’s job. A very difficult job for a healthy heterosexual male I am sure.”

“No doubt. By the way,” Chris began, “I got the job today. Hard to be interviewed by a lady who keeps staring off into space.” His lunch date, the secretary of his new “boss,” so to speak, at the college, who furiously masturbated each evening while being subliminally trained, had “agreed” to meet him for lunch. The striking brunette now stood before him, idly smiling. “Hey, my date is here, gotta go!”

He hung up before Kimberly could say goodbye. He’s all grown up and doesn’t need me anymore. The dark haired Asian girl put her hands on her chin for a moment, relaxing her elbows on the wheel of the car. Making a decision, she toggled down her recent calls and clicked a familiar number.

“Hello, Ma’am, would you like to speak to Master William?” Cindy? Ah, she must be filling in for that other secretary. But wasn’t she supposed to be delivered today? Affirming the desire to speak to her Master, Kimberly waited a minute on hold.

“Sorry about that, I was on another call. What’s up?” William quickly asked.

“Master, I think I need a vacation.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. “Are you sure? Of course you are.” Quickly, he dragged a menu open on his computer’s desktop. “How long?”

Two tears streaked down Kimberly’s face. “I don’t know. Can we talk after a week?”

“Kim, of course we can. I’ll make arrangements for your vacation. Finish your mission tonight with Courtney and then you can go.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. You are such a good girl.” William loved her so much. “Listen, I only stopped back in the office for a few minutes to eat lunch. There is an issue with Jessica Kanko which needs to be dealt with, and then I have lunch with Jennifer Graham.” A beat passed. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be away while it is dealt with.”

“Yes, Master. I have to go, I have my appointment with Cheryl.” After an exchange of I love yous the conversation ended.

William exited his office, handing the coffee cup and salad bowl to Cindy. “Hold my calls, I will be in a meeting for a bit and then at lunch with Jennifer.”

“Yes, Sir,” Cindy cautiously replied, not sure of her standing right now. She gave him a little wave as he headed out the door and towards the elevator.

After being escorted by Celia through the facility, Jennifer went down an elevator, which opened to a small skate park. Cool. At the far end, William sat on the top of a half pipe pushing the touch screen on the tablet in his hand. Noticing her entrance, he waved and motioned for her to come over.

Jennifer walked across the park and stood at the bottom of the half pipe. Kicking off her heels, the redhead climbed up the ladder to the top of the pipe. At the top, William and Jennifer hugged. Pulling away, each noticed the other’s shortly cropped hair.

“I love your hair!” they said in unison.