This story is set on An-Kil-Lye a planet that has featured in 'Player and token' and 'Lapdog' . However, this is not a sequel to either of those stories, though it is set a couple of years later. As you may notice, it is influenced by well-known SF movies, but of course, with a shiny MC twist. It is dedicated to RobotUnit8 who writes such wonderful stories; the idea for this story developed from discussions with her.
Stephanie Day had been Alen Ylphertar's personal pilot for just under three years. Whilst some of the other pilots she met looked down their noses at working for a single employer, it suited Stephanie. There was none of the sticking to the same routes: she travelled to numerous systems, wherever her boss's business interests took him and those were expanding year-by-year. It was not the first time she had flown him to An-Kil-Lye that had been a few months back. Her boss had spent a couple of days exploring Masterton. Like most people, Stephanie had heard all the stories about the planet where slavery was legal, gambling was an industry and gladiatorial fights were a prime form of entertainment, but then again, she had been to some of the strangest places humans had yet reached. Though she had encountered some government-owned slaves at the terminal, they seemed to differ little from the clerks and petty officials she ran into wherever she flew her boss. Her brief period in Masterton had not taken her beyond the terminal compound; she had felt happy enough there hanging out with other pilots and space crew.
On this visit they had stopped briefly at Masterton to be checked by customs and to have permission to fly across the interior. Stephanie guessed that with so much to interest potential pirates the authorities were concerned to keep a check on anyone visiting their planet independently. In addition, whilst they made no apologies for their laws, the Ankilyans had no wish to upset neighbouring systems and were strict about slaves being taken from their planet to be used where they were illegal. She had also heard that given the feudal style system of the planet, the various Syndics and lesser Owners were not averse to turf wars in order to gain greater power within An-Kil-Lye's political machinery or simply to loot.
Given the lack of seas on the planet it was difficult to speak of continents, but Stephanie had charted a course over the vast Chain Desert for the region of Labe, well into the northern hemisphere. Labe had newly discovered vents that were being opened to prospectors and there were rumours that a few more Syndics would be created as a result and, of course, numerous wealthy though lesser moguls around them. Stephanie knew that her boss was eager to get in at the start in supplying equipment for the new shafts down both to stores of water and to the rich mineral seams that had made An-Kil-Lye what it was, both geologically and in terms of prosperity.
"It is fifteen minutes until we reach Smark Port, Mr. Ylphertar." Stephanie said into the intercom.
From somewhere in the back of the ship, Ylphetar's voice replied. "Thank you Stephanie."
Stephanie always prided herself on her professionalism. She felt she had built just the right kind of relationship with her boss, based on mutual respect and with just the correct amount of distance between them. She knew Ylphetar trusted her without either intruding into the other's affairs.
Now they were clear of the desert and riding through the rocky canyons of Labe, Stephanie concentrated on the space ahead of her. The winds might not be so turbulent here but there were other potential dangers. An outcrop long lashed by An-Kil-Lye's winds might at that moment decide to tumble into a ravine she was piloting through or one of the numerous spoilt playboys decide to take his speeder for a run down the gorge she was heading the opposite way along. However, the last phase of the journey passed without hazard and Stephanie crested the Temarel Ridge and was then down into the Smark Basin itself. All around the walls she could see the flickering lights of prospectors' bases and in the centre the standard design of Smark Port. Such facilities to her always looked like a flower with the pods as petals pointing into the stigma that was the main landing pad. Only far more developed bases began to adopt a more irregular pattern as they were hemmed in by the landscape around them.
Stephanie came into the base quicker than she normally would have done. She had talked through the strategy with her boss the previous evening. He was keen that the ship not be seen parked in the Smark Basin; no doubt so as not to raise suspicions among certain business parties regarding his dealings. She knew Ylphetar would be standing ready to bundle out from his ship as quickly as he could. This would allow Stephanie to lift off with little reduction in the power from her engines and permitting both of them the pretence that this had just been a fly-past to let Ylphetar's curious eyes see developments in the basin. Of course, in fact, he had had all the survey data for the past two months and probably knew more about this region than most of the people currently working in it.
A light winked on, on Stephanie's dashboard. That meant an external door had attached to the pad's system. It was followed by another a moment later showing her the door was open. Stephanie watched tensely, counting the seconds and wondering if anyone was monitoring the drop-off. Indicators said not, but on this planet with its winds, its shifting sands and strange magnetic fields it was always difficult to tell for certain. Then the light was off and Stephanie knew her boss was in a lift shooting away from the pad. With no more hesitation, Stephanie powered up the engines and was away. She felt justly proud; the whole operation had taken less than a minute.
Stephanie skirted the rim of the basin and was soon out of sight. The rock formations here made it a great deal easier than if the rendezvous had been at one of the more exposed mid-desert vents. Now she piloted towards Kandala where she would wait at the tourist resort until Ylphetar's signal came through. Then it would be a question of a repeat procedure to collect him and return to Masterton. As Stephanie reached the boundary between Labe and the older developed region of Corres an alarm sounded shrilly in the cabin. Stephanie looked quickly as a number of indicators sprung to life. The first showed that some ground-based tracker had locked on to her ship. That was no surprise: the owners of the fiefdoms of An-Kil-Lye were very sensitive about their territories and would certainly check out any unscheduled flights over their land. Stephanie was just glad she had not been picked up until she was a reasonable distance from Smark Port. However, the second indication was more alarming; some kind of weapons system had her in its sights.
Stephanie rapidly engaged hailing signals. "Pilot Stephanie Day of the private yacht 'Rising Sun', i.d. 7853221, An-Kil-Lye flight permit Mas-P-0378G. No hostile intentions; this is a sight-seeing trip."
Stephanie repeated the call hoping that whoever had targeted her was listening. With every passing moment the fact that no missiles had emerged on her scanner reassured her. She guessed that the system had either locked on her automatically or the owner was using it as a threat to encourage her to keep flying and not look down on their private estates. Suddenly, however the whole ship juddered. Stephanie felt as if some invisible force had wrestled the flight controls from her. She battled against it, but quickly recognised that someone had taken control from her. This was a more insidious weapon, one usually reserved for military forces. However, with all their wealth Stephanie guessed quite a few of An-Kil-Lye's lords and ladies could have bought a second-hand system or even had one specifically built.
Stephanie tried the various counter-measures that the ship had. Whilst they briefly allowed her to regain control, whatever had taken over was too powerful. She found the ship being turned abruptly away from its original flight route and losing altitude rapidly. She wondered if they were going to crash her into one of the rock formations and if this had in fact been intended as an assassination attempt on Ylphetar. If it was, then she was glad she had got him safely off the ship. Soon, however, the descent ceased and Stephanie found her ship hugging the rugged landscape, being flown briskly to some unknown destination. She gave up the fight with the flight controls and hurried to get into an environment suit. She also tooled up with weaponry.
Stephanie had always known that flying for Ylphetar might bring her into dangerous situations: a wealthy man flying in a small ship around the galaxy was always going to attract someone's attention. Consequently in addition to the standard ship's pistol, her boss had not been averse to paying for a range of small arms, suited for combat in a range of environments as extreme as the acid seas of Lenatti to the void of space. Stephanie took out a gun that would work in the sand-filled winds of An-Kil-Lye's surface and a couple of others designed for interiors. She added a belt of grenades: everything from tear gas to EMP.
Briskly but unpanicked, Stephanie walked towards the main door; the noise of her breath in her facemask the loudest sound she could hear. Though attackers could cut their way through the hull, she knew most simply overrode the security systems securing the doors. These assailants had demonstrated that they had access to some good hardware and Stephanie was certain that that would be the approach they used. She sensed that the ship had come to a halt and was glad whoever these people were they had not decided to simply wreck the ship on some cliff face. Like many pilots Stephanie felt an affinity with the craft she flew and, whilst in a choice between her continued existence and its, she would always seek self-preservation, she was loath to lose the 'Rising Sun'.
Stephanie reached the main door and waited as, in line with what she had anticipated, it began clicking and whirring as its systems were penetrated and reordered. In a couple of minutes it dilated and showed Stephanie a corridor beyond; typical of a thousand small landing pads, though the glossy black that covered the tube-like corridor was different to the usual bright white, grey or beige colour schemes. Stephanie hesitated; it was always better to draw attackers into the territory you knew best rather than rush into theirs. She was patient. She had no idea how long her boss was likely to take in his meeting, but she knew that every minute that passed was one minute closer to its end and to him discovering his yacht had gone missing. Ylphetar was not one to be made to wait and would have no patience for any authority slow in hunting down his personal craft and naturally, with it, his favoured pilot.
Suddenly Stephanie raised the blaster carbine and almost pulled the trigger. She stopped herself. Though she could see the full extent of the corridor, she had felt that she had caught something out of the corner of her eye. She wondered if the glossy black was camouflage for attackers who had her in their scopes. She checked the sensor on her wrist. There were life forms there, but beyond the door at the end of the corridor. She checked too that no hallucinatory gas was being let into the corridor and was penetrating her suit. It was clear.
There it was again. Somehow confusing images were being sent into her perception. The slick blackness of the walls did not help; they seemed limitless with no edge or definition. Now Stephanie sensed as if they were squirming, rippling like hot bubbling tar. She tossed a marker tag at the wall and it bounced off, coming to rest on the floor. It was certainly solid but that worried Stephanie further as it meant whoever ran this place had some other means of affecting her view of things. The owners had to be really well equipped, obviously with stuff that the average army would be proud to have. They clearly needed Ylphetar's ship for something. She could not believe that they had brought this craft down by accident. Then again, maybe there was some mad computer behind this working on a whim, or maybe its operator was mad. There were certainly life forms here, but whether they were in control or simply served someone or something else, she had yet to find out.
Then the door at the end of the room opened. Out stepped two people. They were both glossy black from head to foot as if coated in polished rubber and it was initially difficult to make them out against the similarly coloured walls, but Stephanie guessed that was the point. At first she thought they might be robots, but as they came closer she saw their bodies had been created naturally, the eyes that stood out among the shiny black were too irregular in nature to have been machine made. The two were female in form and what they wore was so tight it was as if they were nude. Stephanie quickly made out the features of their pussies and as she did she realised that neither of this pair were attackers, they were designed for sex. Stephanie had seen pictures of so-called 'room slaves' stocked by the hotels in Masterton; slaves without identity that were on call at any time to sexually service the guests in anyway they wished. Stephanie guessed that these were a couple of privately owned examples. She wondered what encouraged someone to become like this, though she had to admit that their slick, sexualised bodies had some sort of appeal.
How had the people here known that she was attracted to women? Was it a stereotype for female pilots that they had simply gone with? Though she might like the forms she was being shown, Stephanie was enough of a professional to allow her to keep lust and her duty apart; well in this case it might still be more than duty, it could be survival. The two did not seem armed, but Stephanie knew it was dangerous to become complacent; weapons came in many forms.
"Come forward, Stephanie." One of the rubber-coated women said.
Stephanie was unsurprised they knew her name; she was more startled by how the female's voice made her feel. There was a tingle deep inside her and she wondered if this was the attack, a sexual advance combined with whatever was assaulting her perception.
Stephanie did not move forward but rather levelled her gun at the two females.
"We mean no harm, please put up your weapon." A different female voice spoke and by looking carefully Stephanie guessed that this time it was the one on the left.
Stephanie laughed to herself thinking how much this was like those old stories of encountering new life forms. Well, for her, she guessed, these Ankilyan room slaves were a different form of life, one she found it a challenge to comprehend.
Now no-one moved. Stephanie wondered if she should simply gun down these two or at least shoot to wound. She was aware, though, that however peculiar An-Kil-Lye's laws may appear it was not a wild frontier territory, it had a government, it had regulations and accepted modes of behaviour. She imagined that outside the gladiatorial ring shooting people in cold blood was still a grave crime here and she could not guess at what punishments the penal code might permit. For some reason the thought of being forced to replace one of this pair if she shot them pushed itself into her mind. Stephanie felt compelled to glance down as if to check her body or even the suit it wore, was not somehow becoming as black and slippery as her surroundings and its inhabitants.
Then, it was if whoever was in charge had worn out their patience. Stephanie felt a wave that made her stagger back, gasping and shuddering. It was not a physical attack, more, her enfeebled mind managed to recognise, it was something generated deep inside her, something like such a vivid dream that it felt physical. Half-consciously Stephanie felt that her suit had been stripped away and she was sliding between the sensuous slippery bodies of these two slaves; that wherever they touched she felt aroused and as she gave into that arousal she became more and more like them. In moments Stephanie saw herself as a glossy bodied slave thrusting herself against her fellow owned, pleasuring herself and them, all at the command of her Owner.
Dimly, Stephanie realised that she had dropped her gun and had fallen to her knees, running her gloved hands over environment suit, but increasingly seeing it as shiny black and teasing at her naked, but glossed body. She had not power to resist as her helmet was removed and the various parts of her suit began being stripped away. She had no idea how much time had passed since the sensations had broken against her, but Stephanie now exploded into orgasm and her last conscious feelings were of sliding over the black shiny floor as she gasped for breath to respond to the convulsion of the pleasure filling her whole being.
Stephanie awoke to find she was naked and restrained. She could lift and turn her head enough to see that she was lashed down to a shiny black table; there was an empty, matching, one beside it. Her mind spiralled through all the things it could imagine happening to her. She wondered why she was imprisoned this way. Had some unknown aliens somehow insinuated their way into a fiefdom on An-Kil-Lye and were keen to experiment on a human? She guessed she was not here to be questioned, with current technology it would not be difficult for anyone, certainly someone with the tech this lot had, to read the contents of her mind while she slept. These thoughts led her into further worry that she was simply to be toyed with. Yet, here on An-Kil-Lye that was a weaker explanation than anywhere else in the galaxy. Here you could simply buy a slave to use. Even if you obsessed over a particular individual, no problem, you simply had the slave flesh-crafted to look the same. Stephanie took some reassurance in the thought that the time they had taken to strip and bind her was more time for Ylphetar to notice her disappearance and send out the alert.
"She's awake."
Stephanie heard the woman's voice before she saw her emerge from a door beside her. She was dressed in matt black material, a long encompassing robe and a conical hat and could have been in her late forties, maybe much older given the treatments available. The woman with her looked thirty; she had long red hair and wore quilted chocolate-brown leather, a long jacket and the tightest of trousers sliding into knee-length boots with a sharp heel.
"Come through." The second woman called.
As the third woman, dressed in standard pilot's fatigues stepped into the room, Stephanie began to get an idea of what was going on: the woman was her double.
"Excellent work, Miranda." The woman in brown commented.
Miranda gave a brief bow. "It was nothing Tita. Once we had the DNA samples from her glasses at that pilot's bar in Masterton, I could grow a clone very easily. The time between her two visits was more than enough to conjure up the perfect copy."
"Stephanie? What do you think?"
Stephanie lay there dazed; her mind trying to work out what was going to happen and how she could get free. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was restrictively dry. Then she realised, anyway, that the question had not been addressed to her.
"It's freaky.' Stephanie's doppelganger said.
Stephanie had to agree. She felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience looking at herself standing there. She knew now why she was naked; no doubt this clone wore all the clothes she had had on.
"Well, no time for gawping. We estimate Ylphetar will be in that meeting for only about another hour and then he will be calling for you."
Stephanie could now see the plan set out before her. They would replace her with this clone and then they would have an agent at the heart of Ylphetar's business. Even if his pilot did not attend his business meetings, she would let her controllers know where he was heading and when; she would be well placed too, to secrete and collect surveillance devices. Stephanie guessed that it was all some conspiracy wrapped up in the in-fighting of the Owners of An-Kil-Lye, probably all the way up to Syndic level. The stakes had to be high for them to use such expensive equipment; then again, she had an inkling of the huge sums of money that could be harvested from the new Smark vents.
Stephanie was an optimist, but she guessed her chances of survival would be slim. Why would they want two versions of Stephanie Day around? She clung to the hope that they would keep her until they had the information they needed and then call back their agent and slip her back into place, presumably with some mindwipe of the current events. Then any suspicions that Ylphetar had would appear groundless. Then again, they might simply dispose of both Stephanie and her clone once their respective roles were complete.
"It'll be easier to get the memories from her conscious mind. Stephanie get in position, we have no time to waste."
Stephanie watched as her clone clambered on to the other bed. She thought she ought to say something, to protest, but everything she could think of seemed pointless, 'you won't get away this' might ultimately be an accurate prediction but one she was unlikely to see the outcome of.
"You are a bright girl." Miranda said. "Most women I might have tied up here would be yelping and struggling but you realise that it would gain you nothing."
"Yes." The sound came weakly to Stephanie's dry throat. "I'm going to have to trust to the efforts of others. Revenge is a dish only worth contemplating when it's on the plate in front of you."
"Well put. I have nothing against you personally, I am sure in other circumstances we could have become friends or even lovers, but you happen to be the one person in the slot where Tita wants one of her agents to be."
"I guessed as much."
Stephanie realised that Tita must be the so-called Lady Tita, a leading Owner that she had heard about in Masterton; renowned for her harem of female slaves. Stephanie had tried out fantasies of being owned, and certainly dressed in the tight shiny slavewear Tita seemed to favour for those she owned; such fantasies had appealed, but it was a different matter being confronted by them in reality. She guessed this was the closest she was going to get anyway.
Miranda had helped the clone into a web of headgear and now turned back to Stephanie to put a similar set on her. The straps were soon in place. It was not uncomfortable, just a little restricting. Stephanie wondered what would happen to the clone's personality with her thoughts written on top. She imagined that the clone's loyalty to Tita was well embedded, and that knowing what Stephanie knew would enable it to appear loyal to Ylphetar. What intrigued Stephanie, though, was whether the clone would be deluged with her feelings; would the clone feel the same respect and admiration that Stephanie felt for Ylphetar? Equipped with Stephanie's thoughts and given time would the clone become as loyal to her boss as she had been?
Suddenly Stephanie had a sensation like vertigo and then as if she had crashed back on to her bed. The room span for a moment and she was reminded of the tampering with her perceptions she had encountered when first coming to that corridor. Stephanie knew there was not point struggling: every secret she could remember, every skill she had, every name, every face was being read and stored and presumably being run into the mind of her clone. Then a bright light flashed for a second in front of her eyes and she fell into blackness.
Stephanie awoke. Immediately she could sense that not only the mind reading equipment, but also the restraints around her body, had gone. She guessed she had been unconscious at least ten minutes and imagined that her clone had already lifted off from the pad in the 'Rising Sun'. As she propped herself up on her elbows, she realised she was not entirely naked, there was a black studded leather collar around her neck which she guessed was some kind of security device for if she tried to make a run for it even without any clothes.
Then Stephanie heard her own voice.
"Yes, Mr. Ylphetar, I am just crossing the Temarel Ridge, I will be with you in about eight minutes."
She sat up and saw Miranda and Tita standing by a screen that showed Stephanie piloting the 'Rising Sun'. That meant there was already surveillance equipment on board. To Stephanie it was like watching playback from a home vid of herself; it was difficult to realise it was in real time and that she had not said those words, just a woman whose life had briefly bisected with her own; just a woman who now had taken the development of that life from her.
"Excellent." Tita said and then turned from the screen and looked over at Stephanie. "My Stephanie is in place. Now it's time to have fun with the other one."
"What are you going to do with me? Kill me?"
Tita laughed lightly. "On An-Kil-Lye life is not cheap, it's valuable, and it's a commodity, something that you can turn a profit on. I may be rich but I got to be so by not wasting the resources I have. You are such a resource."
Stephanie felt a little burst of relief. Maybe with the fake Stephanie in place her boss would not be coming looking for her, but as a prisoner rather than a corpse Stephanie could always hold on to the hope of escape.
"I have a wonderful idea what to do with you. The SEB does regular body counts of all Owners' bases. You might not know that some tax we pay is determined by how many slaves we own. If I tried to sneak in an extra one, they'd soon be down on it. Of course now my Stephanie has left I have the same number of slaves as at the start of the day. Only one problem, people know my slaves and you don't look like one of them."
Then Stephanie realised her intended fate. "You're going to turn me into one of your featureless drones."
"Does the thought excite you?" Tita asked salaciously.
Stephanie sought to banish the thoughts from her mind, and was certainly not going to admit them to Tita, but she knew that if she had met this woman in some bar, she would have certainly targeted her. Tita's clothes and her strong, confident personality all appealed to Stephanie. On top of that the thought of her body being as slick and as essentially sexy as the slaves she had seen made her shudder with a sense of pleasure. Stephanie recognised that her whole career had been about serving one person. Until now she had never mixed sexual attraction in with that, but maybe it was because she had always served men.
"I see I don't need to ask you, your body's speaking loudly enough for you."
Stephanie pulled her legs together as she realised her moist pussy must be signalling her excitement to a number of Tita's senses.
"I'll go and get everything ready, Tita." Miranda said.
"Sure. Send Ilora to fetch us when it's time."
Miranda disappeared through the door close to the screen. Tita stepped a little closer to Stephanie.
"I always like my pets to get a taster of what they are going to become." Tita smiled. "5 come in." She called.
A door to the other side of Stephanie slid open and in stepped one of the shiny drones. Whether it was one of the two that she had encountered in the corridor she did not know. Stephanie realised it was their obedience rather than any identity which established what they were. This woman was '5', really a human robot but with both her flesh and her mind simply tailored to Tita's desires. Stephanie wondered if this woman had volunteered to become like this, then realised that it no longer mattered, as she would have no sense of anything that did not comply with what her Owner wished.
5 walked over to Stephanie as Tita indicated with her hand; she did so naturally rather than mechanically.
"Slide your hand deep inside Stephanie, show her how good it is to feel that gloss on your skin."
Stephanie sought to get back, away from this drone, but she found her body unwilling. She guessed that the collar was limiting what her body could do. Slowly 5 slid her mitten-like hand into Stephanie's sodden pussy. Stephanie squirmed in pleasure. Feeling this living dildo inside her, seeing her pleasure delivered by a glossy, obedient slave assaulted her senses with ecstasy. The weakness that comes with orgasm pushed her to wish she could savour such blatant sexuality: her whole body as nothing but a sexual toy for her mistress.
Stephanie lay in a dazed state understanding that she was almost powerless to resist whatever Tita might decide to do to her. This attack on her senses and her pleasure centres was as strong as any weapon could have been in compelling her to be obedient.
Recovering her senses a little, Stephanie watched as a woman with long blonde hair, running as a single plait down her back, came into the room. She wore a collar that showed she was a slave. Her black leather clothes were scanty and showed off her body: a bra, a wrap-around mini-skirt and thigh-length boots. Stephanie admired her trim, tanned skin.
"Mistress. The chamber is ready." The slave reported.
"Good, Ilora."
Clearly Tita owned more than one type of slave. However appealing it might be, though, Stephanie understood that Tita could not risk anyone ever seeing her face; for Stephanie the only fate could be as a featureless room slave, rubber-coated from sharp heel to smooth head.
"The moment has come. You will obey your first order as a slave and very soon you'll be unable to do anything else. Stand."
Stephanie found her body moving without her having any control over it. She realised that all along Tita had had control over through the collar she now wore. Stephanie stood and walked to her owner.
"You see: you are no different to 5 here. Just for the moment, your body is not quite as perfect as hers, but we'll soon rectify that."
Stephanie tried to speak, but realised that somehow Tita had silenced her.
"5 lead the way, let 8 here see the wonderful shiny lines of your body. Let her think how her body will soon be the same." Tita ordered with excitement tingeing her voice.
As her body began walking behind 5 on Tita's command, Stephanie understood that before long there would be no Stephanie Day, or rather, she would not longer be that woman. Instead she would be '8' a barely distinguishable plaything. The more the idea penetrated her thoughts, the more it excited Stephanie. The thought of losing all responsibility and being turned into someone, something, simply with a sexual function was increasingly arousing. As she walked Stephanie did what Tita had said and ran her eyes over the slippery rubber which coated 5 wondering with growing excitement what it would feel like to be so naked and yet so tightly coated at the same time.
Stephanie watched the movement of 5's body and how the light played across her glistening, flawless body. Her feet were pointed and her heels ended in sharp, high heels. They raised 5 up so that her bum was thrust out sexily and she wiggled as she walked. Stephanie could see these were not boots, rather 5's feet had been changed to permanently be like this, presented as a sexual creature whenever she stood or took a step; unable to shake off that nature from her augmented body.
Being so distracted, Stephanie barely noticed that they had entered another room where Miranda waited.
"Everything is ready." Miranda said to Tita.
"Good." Tita turned to Stephanie. "8, step inside and soon you will become the proper slave that you should be. Some call you room slaves, but I feel that is an inadequate term for the glorious shiny creatures that you are, utterly obedient, utterly sexual, my wonderful, lovely dominoes. Before you know it, you will be one of them for ever more."
Stephanie could not shrink away as Tita reached to cup her breast. Tita ran her tongue lasciviously over her lips and Stephanie knew Tita was relishing using her body. Stephanie tried to imagine what it would be like to be unable to disobey this woman, to have a body so clearly available for sex and with a mind completely servile and erotic. As her thoughts ran through all those factors, Stephanie's pussy betrayed how excited she was becoming by the idea.
"Step into the chamber, 8."
Stephanie's body, controlled by the collar, naturally obeyed. Yet, Stephanie felt a growing association with the identity of '8' and with that, obedience to Tita, obedience to Mistress. Stephanie found herself in a cylindrical chamber coloured a matt dark blue shade with holes all down the walls.
"8 turn around." Tita ordered.
Stephanie turned to face the mistress through the chamber's door. Tita stretched forward and unclipped the collar from Stephanie's neck. She expected that she would now be able to move but found that she remained fixed in place, even unable to turn her head.
"This is one of the latest design of conversion chambers. The casinos have had them for a few years, but there was always going to be a demand from people like me for them. You are very lucky you'll be enslaved and augmented by the best on An-Kil-Lye." Tita babbled excitedly.
"We'll begin." Stephanie heard Miranda say.
Then a panel slid down to seal the chamber. It was mirrored so Stephanie could see the full length of herself reflected. She guessed this was intentional so that the slave could see what they were being made into.
"Don't worry, 8, the panel is a two-way mirror, I can see your transformation from here." Tita called from outside.
Then it began. In the mirror, Stephanie could see clamps emerge from the sides of the chamber and lock around her feet. Then her feet felt pressed inwards and her heels seemed to rise and she was reminded of 5's tapering, heeled feet. However, Stephanie had little time to contemplate these changes as suddenly carefully targeted sprays of a black liquid jetted out from the holes around her. In moments her body was a glistening black and she knew she was well on the way to becoming one of Tita's dominoes. Her breasts shone in the chamber's light, their nipples highly aroused.
Stephanie was burning with the urge to stroke her glossy body that felt so sensitive. The gentle cooling air that blew over her made her tingle on every part of her skin. If such gentle stimulation made her feel so good, Stephanie wondered what it would be like to be stroked with such a new sensitivity to her body. Then Stephanie saw her hands. She tried to separate the shiny black fingers from each other, but they would not come apart. Only her thumb, itself almost featureless like a dildo, stood separately. Stephanie remembered 5's mitten like hands and knew that now hers were the same, little use but for stroking her own and other's bodies.
Then the clamps released Stephanie's feet. She had not noticed the change in her posture, but now could see that like her fingers, her toes were now fused and tapered to the sharpest of points as if she wore cruel boots. Her feet were raised, on long slender heels that she understood were now a characteristic of her body ensuring that she moved and stood in a subservient, nubile way from her toes upwards.
Two panels opened at waist height and slender robotic arms emerged and curved towards her. They seemed to be tipped by nozzles and in moments one slid easily into Stephanie's sodden pussy and the other separated her bum cheeks and penetrated deeply. Stephanie could feel the black spray coating the inside of her and the sensation that her new rubber skin fed to her brain was overwhelming. Their work soon done, they withdrew and Stephanie felt ready for any object that might seek to enter her. Her clitoris was rigid and stood erect from her body, like a probe seeking out sexual stimulation. Like her hands it now resembled a dildo of the blackest, shiniest rubber and Stephanie realised that she was truly being turned into a sex toy herself, with that theme echoed by so many parts of her rapidly altering body.
Stephanie did not have long to admire her body as soon a tube was lowering over her head. She felt spray coating the whole of it and at first thought it was being rubber coated like the rest of her body, but then a suction started and she realised that the chamber was removing her hair and that the erasure of her identity would soon follow. The tube lifted and Stephanie was revealed in the mirror with a head bare of hair. With the tube out of the way, presumably recessed back into the ceiling, a robot arm emerged above Stephanie with a rubber mask open and ready to be placed over her head. As it came down slowly, she realised that she was entering the final phases of the process and soon the only Stephanie Day would be Tita's agent, presumably flying Ylpherton back to the capital.
Stephanie looked at her face for one last time; moments later its features disappeared under glossy rubber. The mask quickly sealed to her head and flooded her mouth, making her tongue long, pointed and shiny black, her teeth too changed to match the rubber skin that she now had on every part of her. The mask fused with the rubber that already covered her and Stephanie knew she was looking at the face and features of 8. In her ears she could barely make out the words that came. It sounded like Mistress Tita's voice and it was good and pleasant and was telling her important things. As Stephanie began taking in the new information coming into her brain, another robot arm emerged behind her and in moments a rubber collar was added, a bright steel ring at the front on to which a leash would be attached. Stephanie knew she now wore the insignia of a slave of An-Kil-Lye, without any rights or power, simply an item of Domina Tita's property. These were some of the last free thoughts the slave ever had as Stephanie Day because in that moment a visor descended to block her vision and the chamber began erasing her identity.
A whole series of images were sent subliminally into the new slave's mind quickly pushing out any memories that Stephanie Day had had. Seductive words in her mistress's voice filled her ears. She witnessed herself bowing down before her mistress, being led on her leash, using her slippery shiny body to please her mistress and lapping at her pussy with her glossy tongue. The words that penetrated deep into her reinforced the images: she was 8, she had no other identity; she was a sex-slave, a domino of Mistress Tita. Burning into her were the combined concepts of sexuality and servility, her existence was being filled with the essence of both of these to the exclusion of anything else.
The visor lifted away and 8 looked at herself reflected. She loved her glossy body and stroked her hands over her polished ebony breasts, then ran them between her thighs to brush her excited pussy further in arousal. Then 8 stopped, knowing however exciting she found her glossy body, it was up to Mistress to authorise her receipt of any pleasure.
The mirrored panel began sliding open and 8 was pleased to see Mistress standing there.
"Step out 8."
8 obeyed and, stepping clear of the chamber, lowered herself at Mistress's feet, hoping that her form and her obedience pleased Mistress and she would be allowed to serve her. Mistress took 8's slippery head in her hands and looked down into her eyes. 8 closed her rubber-coated eyelids so as not to appear at all challenging to Mistress.
"8, keep your eyes open."
8 obeyed and felt as if Mistress was looking deep inside her.
"Who are you?"
"i am 8, Mistress, your domino." 8 replied, her tongue feeling initially strange, but then wonderfully sensual, as it moved in her glossy mouth.
8 believed these words entirely, she had no concept of any other existence bar that of her Mistress's slave.
"Lick my sex, give me an orgasm." Mistress commanded as she unzipped her skin-tight leather trousers to expose her naked pussy below.
8 responded directly. Her long tongue lapped at her mistress's wet pussy. Though 8 had no recollection of it, her skills in oral sex had been programmed deep into her in the closing phases of her transformation and now came to her as instinct at Mistress's command. 8 made long strokes along the line of Mistress's pussy lips, stirring her to greater excitement. The sensation of her tongue on her Owner's skin fed bursts of pleasure into 8's mind and body. The smell of Mistress's juice and her hot leathers, the salty taste of her, the sight of her smooth mound all pleasured 8's senses. She felt so right, being here, knelt before Mistress, serving her sexually.
Mistress was soon rocking and grunting lightly with pleasure. 8 knew her command was to give Mistress an orgasm, so she did not hold back with her tongue, to tantalise as she might have done with different orders. Now the firm tip of her tongue thrust into Mistress and covered with her juice stroked at her hard clitoris. Suddenly Mistress stamped and her grunts came as sharp, loud exertions. She stumbled backwards away from 8, her juice running down the smooth leather of her trousers. Mistress steadied herself and swore, but in what 8 took to be a good way. Then, breathless, she slumped into a chair.
Regaining her breath, Mistress spoke. "Excellent, 8, just excellent."
Mistress stood and closed her trousers. 8 watched, loving every movement of Mistress's leather-clad body.
"Come, 8 a reward and a proper introduction to your fellow dominoes."
8 stood and walked behind Mistress, glad of how each step was shaped by the nature of her high-heeled feet and her sleek, glossed body. In moments she followed Mistress into a large circular room. Seven other room slaves stood there. Though their identities had been erased, they were not identical, their heights, the sizes of their bums and breasts were all different; even their eye colours varied. Yet 8 gave no thought to who these women had been, to her they were simply fellow dominoes united in their servitude to Mistress. As 8 came closer she noticed that each domino had a dildo strapped to her bum. 8 thought nothing of it, as this could be nothing other than what Mistress had instructed.
"1 bring 8's dildo."
One of the dominoes stepped forward and for the first time 8 notice the strap on dildo she carried.
"1 put it on 8."
1 complied. 8 stood still as the order had been implicitly to her too. She tingled as 1's shiny body brushed against her and the dildo, as shiny black and rubber-covered as herself, was strapped snugly into place.
"Dominoes!"
"Yes, Mistress." They responded in unison, 8 amongst them.
"Dominoes, welcome your newest sister, 8. Become a ring; pleasure yourselves for the next hour."
The dominoes all turned and began forming a ring. From deep within her 8, knew what to and that once in place she would be impaled by the dildo on 7 and she in turn would thrust her dildo deep into 1. This was a game worthy of dominoes, each grappling with trying to please the one behind her, however different in shape and size she might be, whilst trying to derive as much pleasure from the dildo thrusting into her own pussy from in front of her.
8 felt her dildo slide into 1 and then stretched forward a little to engage with 7's. The dildo slid so easily inside her and 8 gasped at the sensation. The feeling was already intense that she could not believe that thrusting and all the pleasures that that would bring would soon begin.
"Look out, my dominoes, see yourselves, my glorious creations."
8 turned her head and saw that whilst she had been being locked into the ring the walls had become mirrored. Now, among the multiple black and shiny forms she made out herself. She was glossy from head to toe and would be so ever more; forever a toy of Mistress, for now locked in a ring of pleasure, as she was dildo fucked by her fellow slaves.
"Begin."
The motion started almost like a wave coursing round and round the ring. 8 lost all sense of the world around her, just of the thrust of the bodies and the ecstatic stroking of female slave skin back and forth over her own matched body. 8 grunted her pleasure, delighted to be a cog in Mistress's living sex machine.