In a cheap motel room downtown sat Marline. She was sitting on the bed wondering exactly why she was there. She had rented the room to get away from John. The funny thing was, she didn't really want to be away from him, but something in her mind had told her that she had to leave. That part of her mind, a small part, kept saying that she was in danger. Now as she sat in the empty motel room, she started going over in her head the reasons why John was dangerous. He was using some device to "condition" her, yet since he had started doing that she had been feeling great. He gave orders and she obeyed them, and she liked doing so. It wasn't wrong to submit if you liked doing so. So why was part of her mind screaming "John is dangerous!" over and over? And also, where else could she go? Her parents? She never got along with them. She couldn't stay in a motel room forever. She had only paid for one night and without her jobs she had no money. John had money, she had seen it herself. He was quite rich. She found the remote and turned the TV in her room on. Maybe getting her mind off it for awhile would help.

John had come home and when he saw that Marline wasn't there he knew she had seen his laptop. He confirmed this when he saw that it was off. He had programmed the laptop to turn itself off a few minutes after Marline was done looking through it. He had planted it there for her to find. The conditioning was at a point where she could still decide for herself what she would do. He had set this up as a test to see if she would leave him, have him arrested, or continue down the path she was on. As a precaution, the laptop had no hard drive or any other type of perminent storage. If she came back with the police, they would seize the laptop and find nothing. The operating system on the laptop was a type that loaded directly into the computers RAM. It read the programs it needed off a CD which he had earlier destroyed, and when it turned itself off the RAM was cleared leaving no trace of what Marline had seen just a couple hours ago. When no police showed up, he assumed that she went somewhere to decide her fate. With no job, and little money, she couldn't go far. Most likely she would return in a day or so.

Marline sat in her motel room confused and increasingly lonely. For whatever John had been, he had also been good company. She thought it over and finally came to a decision: Hell, what was being free worth if she was sad and lonely? She checked out early and headed for home.

She opened the door and entered her apartment and almost instantly started to feel better. John was sitting on the couch. He was not at all suprised to see her. "Hello Marline." he said. "Um, hi." she said, a bit nervous. "You ran away from me." he said, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just confused, I'm better now!" she said. "Yes, now that you are better, I think you'll agree that we must take steps to ensure that you don't run away again." he said. Marline grew a bit more nervous. His tone was calm but his words frightened her a bit. For a moment she thought about turning around and getting the hell out of there. She dismissed that thought. "What steps do you have in mind?" she asked him. He got up and placed his hand on her shoulder. She could feel his warmth spreading through her body and her fear vanished. "Tomorrow you will come with me, and we will remove any thoughts of running away from that pretty little head of yours." he said. "Yessss" she said, enjoying the warmth blanketing her. He gave her a long passionate kiss and she sank into a deep blissful revrie...

The next day they both left the apartment in her car. John was driving. Marline was in the passenger seat asleep. He had given her a mild sedative.. He was taking her to a private clinic that he owned. When she left that clinic, she would never think about leaving John again. The clinic was about half an hours drive from the apartment building. John approached an iron gate and got out of the car. There was a keypad on the gate door. He punched in his code and it opened. He drove up the long driveway to a medium sized building. Two men dressed in labcoats were waiting for them. They lifted the sleeping Marline out of the car and set her on a gurney. The two men then wheeled her up the concrete wheelchair ramp and into the building. John followed them. They entered a labrotory and hoisted her into a chair. She was restrained to it. A device above her head started whirring and small robotic arms with tiny disc shaped devices on the ends started lowering from it. The arms positioned themselves at certain points above her head and started attaching the discs to it. Soon her entire head was covered in tiny black and silver discs. From each disc a thin wire ran back up into the box. The entire process had been completed in less then a minute. One of the several monitors in the lab came to life and a rotating 3D picture of her brain appeared on it.

One of the men gave her a mild stimulant to counteract the sedative and soon Marline was awake. She opened her eyes and looked around. The 3D image of her brain lit up in some areas. The lit up areas represented brain activity. One of the men pressed a button and watched on the screen as certain areas of her brain started to shut down. Marline's face took on a dazed and confused look. The man looked at the screen and smiled. "Brainwave activity has been successfully reduced. Will begin first treatment session shortly." he said to John. John smiled and sat down in a chair across the room. He wanted to observe this treatment session for awhile. After a minute, the picture on the screen changed. It no longer displayed her whole brain, but now displayed the individual neural connections inside part of her brain. "We will now begin probing her long term memoies and removing those that are not needed." the man at the computer said. A few keystrokes and the computer started roaming through her mind and deleting memories it knew were not necessery for Marlines new life. Memories that it was not sure about, it put in a list that popped up in a small window on the screen. The man clicked on one and information appeared about it, including images, audio, how she was feeling at the time, etc. Some were not needed, like the memories of her being in the motel room yesterday. Others, such as her positive feelings about John were reinforced instead of deleted. Altering Marlines memories was only the first step. The next step would be more difficult.

The treatments that John had been giving her for the past several weeks altered her personalty on the surface. But her old personalty was still intact and lurking just beneith the surface. In time, unless it was eradicated, it would resurface, and that would be problematic. After the memory alterations were complete, Marline was escorted into another room. She was given a syringe containing a drug designed to lessen her ability to resist. She was strapped into another chair, and more black and silver discs were attached to various points on her head.. Erasing her old personalty would require several treatments over the next few days. This first treatment would last until nightfall, then she would be unhooked and strapped to a hospital bed. A device would continue erasing her old personalty while she was sleeping. After the treatment began, John left the building to go have some fun. It would be many hours before the second of Marline's treatments would begin.

Marline was awake, but that was all. She was unaware of her surroundings. She sat in the chair trying to form a coherant thought, any thought about anything would do. Every time she tried to form a thought, she felt a small electric tingle in her head and sank back into confusion. She would come very close to thinking about something, then she would feel that electric tingle and slip back into confusion. The two men watching the monitors saw her attempts to resist. The drug had greatly weakened her ability to fight the process. Each time she tried to resist, the computer would send a signal targeted at the area of her brain that was resisting. The signal destroyed the tiny neural connections in that area. It was pruning the areas of Marlines brain that she would no longer need. Her attempts at resisting speeded up the process by identifying the unneeded areas more quickly.

Hours passed, though Marline didn't notice. She had no sense of time. The next thing she was aware of was that people were helping her into a wheelchair. She didn't know where they were taking her and she didn't really care. The two men wheeled her into what looked like a hospital room. She saw John in there and gave him a vague smile. The two men helped her onto the bed and strapped her down. John petted Marline on the head. The warmth she felt from that totally blocked the sting from the syringe needle in her arm. Marlines vision became blurred and soon faded to blackness. As soon as she was out, one of the men attached a helmet device to her head. This was similar to the device that John had been using on her for the past several weeks, except that it was hooked via wires to a computer that was sitting on a desk nearby. A few keystrokes at the computers keyboard and the next treatment session had begun.

The next day John and Marline were in the "training room". This room was designed as a series of rooms arranced as a mock house. There was a bathroom, a bedroom, a kitchen,a living room, and a mini library all contained in the large room. Marline had on her maids uniform and attached to her head were many of those black and silver discs. The discs ran down the back of her neck, down her spine, ending in a buttplug that was inside her ass. They went into the kitchen part of the room. Sitting on the floor was a bucket and a sponge. :"You know what to do" John said simply. She got on her hands and knees and started scrubbing the floor. As she scrubbed, she felt a warm gentle feeling spreading through her body. She happily scrubbed the floor until it was spotless. Next they entered the mini library. Here she found a feather duster. She was to take each book off the shelf, dust it, then put it back. For a few minutes she was happily doing so, then she saw a book that she wanted to look at. She pulled it off the shelf and started reading it. John saw this and pressed a button on the remote control that he had. Marline felt a surge of pain and intense discomfort. "No! bad girl! You are not allowed to read unless I say so!" he said. "But I wanna look at it." she said. She got another burst of pain and ntense discomfort. She cried out and got an angry look on her face. "I wanna look at it for a minute!" she said. This earned her a longer burst of pain and discomfort. He pressed another button on the remote and she became paralyzed. He picked her up and carried her out of the room.

Marline was once again strapped to a chair, the discs were attached to points all over head and she was in a state of confusion again. There was still a ways to go with her. Every time she made an attempt to banish the confusion, she felt an electric tingle and would sink back into a deep haze. Her attempts to resist were becoming weaker and less frequent. After several hours in the chair, the two men shut the computer down and undid her restraints. She was escorted to the bedroom, strapped to the bed, and given a sedative. It was only 8 PM, so they gave her a little extra sedative so she would sleep the whole night long. They hooked the helmet to her head and began the next treatment session.

The next day they were once again in the training room. John watched her closely as she dusted the books. She came to the one that she had wanted to read yesterday. John stood ready with the remote control. Marline dusted it, paused for only a moment, then placed it back on the shelf. She was rewarded with a mild jolt of pleasure. After she was done dusting, they went to the bathroom. The toilet and sink needed a good cleaning. Marline grabbed the cleaning supplies from the cabinet under the sink and started cleaning it right away. After it was sparkling clean, she started on the toilet. It took a good while, and lots of hard scrubbing, but she got the toilet just as clean as the sink. She was rewarded with a wave of pleasure that coursed up and down her body. She cleaned the other rooms without complaint. John was satasfied with her so far, but he wanted to test her. "Marline, I want you to remove your clothing, very carefully, and accompany me on a walk outside." he said. She gave him a somewhat puzzled look, paused for a moment, then started slowly taking her clothing off. She stood there naked except for the discs attached to her head and spinal colum.

She followed him to a door that opened into a yard behind the building. The building was encircled in privacy fencing, but Marline did not know that. "What if somebody sees me like this?" she asked him. "Then I guess they will be treated to a show, In fact I want you to treat them to a show." John said with a smile. He could see hr getting nervous and embarrassed. She didn't say anything though and followed him outside. "Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs...lets give anybody whose watching a good view of your pussy." he said. Trembling, and blushing somewhat, she got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. John produced a vibrator and handed it to her. "I want you to lay with your chest on the ground and your ass sticking up in the air. Your ass is already full, so I want you to turn that vibrator on and stick it in your pussy, then I want you to bring yourself to orgasam." he said. She got a suprised and embarrassed look, but reluctantly took the vibrator and switched it on. "You'll need to lube it up first. I want you to suck on it." he said. She complied. "Now, stick it in your snatch and make yourself cum." he said. "Please master! Please don't make me!" she said, tears streaming down her face. That earned her a painful jolt. She quickly shoved it in her pussy and started moving it in and out while moaning loudly. After she came, she removed the vibrator and laid there on the ground sobbing. She was beyond embarrassed, though unbeknownst to her, only John had witnessed her exhibition act. John pressed a button on the remote and she felt an intense wave of pleasure radiating through her. "Good girl." he said softly.

Two days later, John and Marline left the clinic together. Marline was wearing a collar with her name on it, her maids uniform, and a buttplug with a long drooping leather tail sticking out of it. She was also wearing a metal band around her head. This band was a low power device designed to destroy what little resistance remained in her mind. As far as she was concerned, she was the property of John and she didn't care who knew it. She happily got into a car that was waiting for them and they drove away from the clinic. She was thrilled and happy to be starting her new life.