Christy Sicolns was walking home around 11:00 PM after a night of clubbing with her friends. She was wearing Denim jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a tang top. For a 22 year old she still did not wish to get as drunk as some of her friends had. She was deep in thought about if or when she would meet her dream man. After all while she did only have average size breasts, she thought that having blonde hair and fair whitish skin would help make up for them but they didn't.

Christy was so deep in thought she didn't hear the van behind her until it was right next to her. All of a sudden Christy felt something around her mouth and nose, she tried to fight back or scream but she was so tired all of a sudden that it was useless. And then everything went dark.

The next thing Christy knew she was waking up in a small room with no doors or windows that she could see. "Why can't I move my arms and legs?" she looked down and discovery that she was strapped into a strange chair. "At least I still have my clothes on" she sighed thinking of countless bad B-list movies. "Where am I? What is going on here?" she said still in shock. To her surprise she was answered over an intercom she hadn't seen before. "I brought you here for a special reason." The mysterious voice spoke. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" Christy questioned. "Do you really think you deserve to know my name? That chair you are in is my creation. It will reach into your mind and fix it to my liking." He bragged.

"What do you mean by that?" Christy was starting to get scared; she'd seen enough horror movies to know that this may not end well for her. "What I mean is that I will reprogram your very mind! You will gladly obey my every command like the slave you will become!" Christy was appalled at this blatant sexism. "News flash buddy it's the 21st century! Women are equal to men." "Oh please! We only said that so you'd stop wining. Besides you are in no position to argue." "How will this chair of yours even work?" Christy was trying to stall him for as long as possible. "You just can't put someone in a chair and make them obey you." "I assure you my dear, by the time you leave that room you will be begging to serve me. After all I built the chair myself." Christy was getting desperate, "He really things he can do it" she thought. "Please don't do this to me! I have friends; some of them may even like this kind of thing. Just let me go and I bring them here for you!" She was beginning to cry now. "That is something I will never understand. You are so afraid of this horrible fate and yet perfectly ready and willing to condemn your friends to the same fate!" He was beginning to yell now. "Just so you know, I was just planning on sending you to some nightclubs to scout out new slaves for me but I like your idea much better. Everyone wins! I get more slaves, you get to make your friends and me happy, and your friends get a life full of happiness. Besides why would I let you free? You could get the police, warn your friends, and what promise would I have that you would return at all? When you're done with the chair you'll be volunteering to strap them in yourself!"

"Anyways I wasn't finished with my description of my chair. It will go into your mind and make it impossible for you to resist me. As a bonus, well a bonus to me at least it will also go deep into your memories and begin to suppress them so that after a week you won't be able to remember anything other than serving your Master." Christy was truly frightened now. "NO I DON'T WANT TO LOOSE MY MEMORIES!!" She shouted at the unseen man about to take away her entire life. "You really do have no choice in this you know that right?" Christy was sobbing. "Don't cry you won't even feel it." That wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"When I count to zero your new life will begin" Christy was going to burst out in tears and screams for mercy. "PLEASE DON'T!!" "3" The helmet above her head lowered onto her. "WHY ME?!" "2" She could hear the vile machine begin to hum to life. "I'M SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID TO YOU!!" "1" The final piece lowered over her eyes. Christy was sobbing so much she could barely breathe. "0" "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Christy's world was a blur of light and color. She could see the memories of her entire life. The smell of her mothers brownies. Gone. "All women are meant to serve all men" the helmet "spoke" "No we are equals!" The feel of her dogs fur on her fingers. Gone. "Women are meant to obey men in every way" the helmet was persistent. "NO I am strong!" The warmth of her face blushing at her first crush. Gone. "Women must allow men to use their bodies as they wish" the lifeless helmet continued. The pride she felt when she got her drivers license. Gone. By this point Christy was under so much pressure she couldn't even refuse the helmet anymore. "Women are servants" "Women are slaves" "No, my mind it hurts! I must resist!" Christy was beginning to weaken. Women are the property of their Master" "Women must please their Master's at all time" "Women are always submissive towards the always dominant males" "Women must sexually please and service any and all men" "Women are slaves" "Women are sluts" "Women are bimbos" "Women must obey their Master" Christy was beginning to mumble. "I must obey Master" "I must obey Master" "I must obey Master" "I must obey Master".

The strong, the resistant, the free Christy was gone. In her place was the submissive, the obedient, the slave Christy. For the next few hours the helmet instructed her in the ways of the slave. It taught her about all the positions in sex. It warned her of the danger of disobeying her Master. "Master..." She didn't even know what he looked like and she already wanted him to take her virginity. She wanted to belong to him forever. Finally the helmet was raised back to the ceiling, the straps undid them selves and Christy stood up. "Come to me. Walk through the door before you." Her new Master spoke and as he did so a hidden door opened in front of her. Christy obeyed her first order. Out into a bright hallway she walked but she did not know which way her Master was. "Go to your left and into the door that is opened for you" "Thank you Master" Christy had a feeling she may be saying that a lot more from now on. Inside the room there was a man waiting in a soft chair, his back was facing Christy. She could barely keep her excitement in at finally meeting her Master. The man was watching a video on a screen. "Come closer my slave" "Yes Master" as Christy neared the man she noticed that on the screen was herself screaming in the beloved chair. "I'm just going over your reprogramming to make sure nothing went wrong." Her Master sounded heavenly. The man turned around in the chair and faced his new slave.

His face was just what Christy always imagined her perfect man would. "Slave Christy. Dance and strip for your Master" At this Christy had a thought. "What am I doing? Why should I strip for this monster?" Noticing her hesitance her Master shouted. "I said dance for me!" At this all doubt was gone from her mind in its place was unending lust for her Master. "Yes Master." Christy began do dance for her Master. She swayed to and fro in beat to an imaginary band. She kicked off her shoes and pealed her socks off first. The floor was cold to her bare feet but she kept dancing. She then unbuttoned her jeans and as her body swung back and forth they began to fall off until she was dancing in only her top and her panties. "Are you ready for this Master?" Christy asked seductively. "Go on" "Yes Master" Needing no more incentive she began to slip her top up and up until it was off and on the floor. The old Christy would never be caught dead dancing for a stranger in only her bra and panties. The new Christy however loved every moment. She undid her bra and presented her breasts to her Master. With a nod of his head she knew they were perfect. She slipped her panties off and was dancing in the nude for him. "Are you pleased with me Master?" "Yes I am very pleased" Christy was so proud that she made her Master happy. "Stop" She was now worried that she displeased him in someway. "Give me a lap dance and then suck on my cock.

Christy began the sexiest lap dance she could ever think of. After a few minutes she undid his zipper and took out his penis. "It's so large Master!" Christy had never seen a man's penis before (except for one time she walked in on her dad in the bathroom by mistake). She was taught by the helmet how to give a blowjob. She started by licking the member all around. Then after a few muffled moans from Master she placed the cock in her mouth. It was a brand new feeling for her. She started to impale herself on the member and after a few minutes of this oral pleasure, she felt the Master's hands grab her hair. Then she was in heaven, the most delectable substance she had ever tasted flowed out of the penis and she swallowed it all. "That was very nice slave." Then Master stood up and began to remove all his clothes. Within moments before Christy was the perfect specimen of the male body. "Master you are so so hot!" Christy then started to giggle in embarrassment at her statement. "Follow me" Christy obeyed the order. In the next room there was only a bed and some lights. "Get on the bed and prepare for the first night of the rest of your life." "Yes Master!" Christy climbed on the bed and awaited the pleasure she knew was to come. Master then climbed on top of her and they began to kiss before he pulled a way. He then wasted no time in getting his penis in her vagina. Within instants he thrust into Christy and took her virginity. He then kissed her before she had the chance to scream. Christy then throbbed in tune with his pulsations. She could scarcely recall her earlier protests and was lost in the new sensations she was experiencing. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through them both "OH MASTER!!" Christy shouted in ecstasy. She then collapsed from the events of the day.

"Wake up my slave" it was her beloved Master. "Yes Master. Are we going to make love again?" She had high hopes for a repeat of last night's heaven. "Not yet slave Christy I need you to fulfill your promise to me." "Which promise Master?" She didn't know what he meant. "You said you would bring your ex-friends here so I could add them to my harem." "Yes Master I shall bring them here right away." If Christy had any resistance left at all she would be fighting at her hardest, but instead she was ready and more then willing to share this wonderful new life with her friends...