A 'Routine' Enslavement
by Falcon


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Chapter 10.   The Cylinder Room

Stephanie proved remarkably easy to control.  I felt no need to have 
guards come along when I took her for her branding and later when I took 
her to the slave training facility.  Partly this was because she was 
handcuffed, but probably the most important reason was because her 
defense attorney had given her the standard briefing about how the 'bio-
implant' in her neck made successful escape impossible, made non 
compliance pointless and also provided her masters, including myself, 
with the ability to render her instantly unconscious should she be in any 
way rebellious.  It wasn't lost on her that I had, on my left wrist, a remote 
control to her implant.  She was a proud young woman and obviously had 
come to the conclusion that reluctant obedience was much preferable to 
being rendered unconscious.  

In one sense the first step in conditioning Stephanie to her new life had 
been the branding of the slave number upon her naked buttocks in front 
of the crowd.  But in another sense it began two days later when a local 
property auction firm hired by my client picked up Stephanie from the jail 
where she had been recuperating from her branding.  They took her to 
her own home where their appraisal team proceeded to inventory all her 
belongings in her presence.  I knew this was going to happen but did not 
hear the details of it until I talked to Stephanie later. 

The following day I decided to personally deliver her to the Richmond 
SlendaBond Slave Training facility.  I knew that this was a place where 
slaves were broken and, as it turned out I learned very much about how 
this would be done to Stephanie.  My new partner, Virginia Johnson, 
came along for this visit.  We made the long trip with Stephanie beside 
me on the front passenger seat and Virginia in the rear.  My partner knew 
why I would find this seating arrangement agreeable and gave me a 
conspiratorial wink.  The truth was I felt like taking certain liberties with 
Stephanie during the ride.  Her hands were cuffed behind her and the 
only clothing she wore was the short cape I had given her at the 
courthouse.  When she was standing it came down only to mid thigh.  
When I helped her into the passenger seat the hem of the cape rode up 
even higher. and I made sure the hemline rode up almost to her crotch 
when I placed her in the seat.  She could not, of course, adjust the 
hemline for greater modesty as her hands were cuffed behind her.  

Her tanned legs fascinated me.  I longed to caress her left thigh and enjoy 
the feel of those long sleek muscles.  I longed to raise the hem of the skirt 
up to her waist that I might enjoy the sight of her curly red pubic hair and 
her womanhood.  My conscience stopped me from doing either of those 
things.  I believed the girl had been through quite enough stress already.  
Also I believed these actions could be better tolerated by her once she 
was broken to her slavery. 

When we first got into the car she kept glancing nervously at the control 
device that I wore on my left wrist, which controlled her bio-implant.  I 
think she feared that at any moment I was going to use it to render her 
unconscious or to manipulate her body in some other way.

About an hour into the trip she had relaxed considerably.  Probably she 
decided I would not use the controller to harm her.  I noticed her quietly 
sobbing.

"Is there something distressing you Stephanie, apart from our destination 
today?"  I asked.

"Yes sir, Mr. Steele.   Yesterday some men picked me up at the jail and 
took me to my own home to appraise my belongings for possible auction."

"I imagine they were there to appraise your furniture." I said.

"Well they did that all right.  But they also went through my diary and all 
my personal papers, photographs, videos, scrapbooks, correspondence 
and all the little things that tell the story of a person's life.  I felt like they 
just wanted to invade my privacy and cause me embarrassment.   They 
kept speculating aloud to their fellow workers how much the diary might 
bring at auction, how much the correspondence, etc."

She began crying again and I noted that she was red faced with 
embarrassment even recalling this incident.  I also saw the tension in the 
muscles of her neck, shoulders and back.

"Stephanie, your furniture and your car will be auctioned.  But I may be 
able to help you with the personal items.  I can't promise anything yet, but 
I will try to get possession of those items from the auctioneers and store 
them for you so that you may get them back after you have served your 
ten year indenture."

"Thank you sir!"  After that she drifted off to sleep.

After about two hours we were well into a rural area and saw the long 
stone walls of a country estate.  We drove up to the gatehouse where a 
guard checked our slaver credentials before waving us through into the 
enclosed grounds.  As we drove up the long driveway to the main building 
we saw numerous scantily clad young people engaged in all sorts of 
grounds maintenance tasks.  It was surprising to see such a display of 
bare arms, bare midriffs and bare legs on this crisp fall day.  I supposed 
that if these tanned and fit employees all kept working at a brisk pace 
they would not get chilled.  I saw the telling non-citizen identification 
bracelets on the wrists of these workers.  Purely out of idle curiosity, I 
pointed my cell phone at one pretty young female worker who was 
trimming the bushes and downloaded her ID information so that I might 
retrieve her personal history files later. 

We drove the car around to the rear and pulled into the loading dock.  We 
noticed 3 mini-vans parked nearby. These bore the name of a widely 
respected non-profit slave advocacy organization.  I led Stephanie on her 
leash from the car to the rear entrance of the building.  Once inside we 
stepped up to a long counter and were soon acknowledged by a rather 
pretty female security officer.  Her badge and a stun gun at her belt 
proclaimed her no nonsense attitude.  She stepped briskly up to the 
counter.

"Name!", she said.

"Bill Steelforth and my partner Virginia Johnson" I replied.

"Name of the slave please!"

"Stephanie Glenn" I responded, beginning to feel a bit cowed by this 
officious young woman.

"We were expecting you a half an hour ago Mr. Steelforth!"  We waited 
while the young security officer typed our names into a computer terminal.

"We have her file here.  It seems her enslavement order from the court is 
already on file.  I will just need you to sign our standard transfer form," 
she said while shoving a long form with lots of legalese at me.  

I quickly glanced it over and signed where she indicated.  After 
completing the check in and obtaining a receipt for Stephanie, my partner 
and I proceeded to the central elevator bank.  Soon we found ourselves 
on the fourth floor where we walked down a richly carpeted and softly lit 
corridor hung with expensive looking paintings.  We had an appointment 
with the owner of this international firm, Morgan Richmond.  We did not 
have long to wait before his secretary announced us to him through the 
intercom. 

"Bill Steelforth and a Ms. Virginia Johnson to see you Mr. Richmond."  
Soon we were being escorted into his inner sanctum.  

"What brings the two of you to our neck of the woods, Bill?"  the old man 
asked, genially.  

"Virginia and I have long been curious as to how you so effectively break 
new recruits to a life of slavery and obedience" I replied.  "For my own 
part, I am particularly interested in how you will do it in the case of Miss 
Glenn.   She has got under my skin and I would really enjoy seeing what 
will happen to her!"

"Not so fast.  First I must object to your terminology.  We don't 'break' 
slaves here, Bill.  To break someone implies damage that cannot be 
undone.  Everything we do here is designed to enhance our client's 
experience of absolute control of the slave, yet everything we do must be 
completely reversible in nature.  When a slave's term of indenture is 
completed or when the court orders a slave freed, we have to be able to 
restore that slave to the point that he or she can return to the life they had 
before enslavement.  The freed slave must be able to function 
independently just as before, and have all intellectual and physical 
abilities intact."

"Secondly we don't just grind out one uniform product here.  We fine tune 
our methods to produce the particular type of slave our clients most wish 
to have under their control."  

"Fascinating!" I said. "Will I be able to see these methods used on 
Stephanie?"

"We may be able to show you the first stage today, Bill" Morgan replied.  
But to see the later stages of her subjugation you will need to visit us 
again in about 30 days."

"Why don't I have our Training Director, Charlie Witherspoon, join us?"

I could hardly believe my ears.  Could it be?  Could this be the same 
Charles Witherspoon I had shared a drink with in a brothel in my youth?  
The one who told me so excitedly about how he had raped an old high 
school classmate who had maliciously ruined his social life?  I saw the old 
man push an intercom button on his desk.

"Margaret, would you see if Charlie is available and send him in to join 
us?"

In a few minutes, when Charlie walked in, I stood and high fived him just 
like we had done at that brothel so many years before.

"I gather you two know each other!"  Morgan said.  Charlie quickly filled 
the old man in on the circumstances of our meeting at the brothel so 
many years earlier.  He seemed delighted to hear about our risqué 
experience of two decades earlier.  Even Virginia was amused.

"As we were driving up to the main building", Morgan, "Virginia and I saw 
a lot of young people with non-citizen wrist bands toiling away on the 
grounds.  I was curious about that."

"Non citizens are much cheaper than slaves, Bill.  They will work for low 
wages and we are not required by any law to provide them with health or 
retirement benefits, as we would be if they were slaves.  Most of them we 
hire by the day only, and these hires require no periodic examinations or 
record keeping or auditing by any outside organization."
 
"In the main hallway of the building, Morgan, we passed a classroom full 
of slaves taking some sort of written test.  What is that all about?"

"We are required, under the "Kinder and Gentler Slavery" law, to 
administer tests once/month to all our slaves.  These test the slaves 
mental and emotional state as well as include physical and medical 
exams where we inspect for and document any bruises, cuts or injuries 
as well as any evidence of malnutrition. Any decline in a slave's weight or 
mental, emotional or physical condition must be documented in our files."

"What is the point of all that?"  I asked.

"As you know Bill, a slave has no standing to complain to any court or 
administrative body concerning his or her treatment while a slave.  But 
any certified slave advocacy organization can come in at any time and 
conduct an audit of these records that we are required to maintain.  There 
is an audit team in the building right now."

"Yes, we were wondering about that", Virginia interjected.  "We saw their 
vans out by the loading dock."

"They have to be cross-licensed by the State of New York and by the 
Federal Government of Capitallia.  Besides auditing records," Morgan 
continued, "they can also demand to do their own unannounced 
examination of any random sample of our slaves.  If they find we have 
abused a slave they can petition the court for us to forfeit possession of 
that slave.  We have always had good reports, but some of our 
competitors have gotten heavily penalized for not adhering to the 
standards of humane slave care specified in the statutes."

"I am reassured to hear of all this, gentlemen!"  Virginia nodded her head 
in agreement.

"But that is the whole point", Charlie replied.  "We want the public to be 
reassured so that there will be ever greater popular support for 
maintaining and even extending the slave system."

"These two have been expressing interest in our training methods, 
Charlie.  Perhaps, if you are free just now, you could take them on a tour."

"I have an hour or so.  Have they both signed the confidentiality 
agreement?"

"I was just getting to that." Morgan said.  "I am sure you realize that much 
of what we do to the slaves in this facility is proprietary in nature.  We are 
not required to document or disclose our training methods under any law.  
I must, therefore, insist that you both sign our standard "Confidentiality 
Agreement" before we can take you on a tour or discuss our methods 
with you."  Morgan was handing us both clipboards with an agreement 
and a pen.

"Of course, Morgan.  No problem."  I quickly put my signature where 
Morgan had indicated and handed it back to him, as did my partner.

"You might say our basic mission at Richmond SlendaBond", Morgan 
continued, "is to take human beings who are already enslaved in a purely 
legal sense and turn them into human beings that are enslaved in every 
sense.  That is what we mean when we speak of 'slave transformation'.  
This is what will happen to your Stephanie.   When they come to us, fresh 
from a court judgment, they are usually angry, resentful, sullen, or outright 
rebellious.  They would sooner say 'Fuck You! ' than they would obey an 
order we give them.  To be enslaved in the fullest sense means losing the 
ability or the will to resist servitude, losing the ability to say no to anyone 
in authority."
  
"The reason our clients want to control human beings this completely 
could be a sexual one, or it could have to do with the need to protect 
business trade secrets or the need to protect a large investment in the 
training of specialized workers."  

"Since many of them come to us under five, ten or twenty year indentures 
we have to be careful that what we do to them can be undone when it is 
time to return them to their lives as free men and women.  We are not 
permitted to injure their bodies or to inflict physical pain and we have to 
make sure that what we do to their minds is reversible.  Finally we must 
have the ability, before we can set them free, to erase from their minds 
specific knowledge of certain things they may have known or experienced 
during their slavery."

"Can you tell us what kind of things would you erase from their minds?"  
Virginia asked.

"Certainly", Morgan continued.  "Knowledge of business trade secrets or 
proprietary knowledge of industrial processes."

"Are there other things you would erase from their minds before setting 
them free?"  I asked.

"Things like the identity of particular people they were forced to serve 
sexually or the nature of the sexual services they were forced to provide 
to those people.  We couldn't very well have a slave freed, at the end of 
an indenture, going out and writing a book and naming names!   If we are 
to have a robust market for slaves we must protect the privacy of those 
who use the slaves at all costs!"

"I see what you mean Morgan" I responded.  "Earlier you had mentioned 
that you don't just 'grind out one type of product' as you put it.  Could you 
expand on that?"

"We turn out a variety of slave types here", Bill, "to meet the desires of our 
clients.  One thing all our products have in common is that they all obey 
instantly and without question all orders they are given.  But the nature of 
that obedience can vary considerably"

"How so?"  Virginia asked.

"Since I knew you were coming, I arranged to have some of our products 
on display for your perusal.  Why don't we all adjourn to the sales room 
now?   I think a little demonstration would be worth 1000 words."  

Virginia and I followed Morgan and Charlie down the hall to a sales 
exhibition room.  It was a beautiful room with a high ceiling, rich carpeting 
and dramatic use of lighting and burgundy velour draperies.  What 
immediately drew my eye was a row of short pedestals on each of which 
stood a scantily clad slave.  There was one male slave wearing only a 
pair of short shorts, and four female slaves each wearing a brief 
sleeveless midriff baring top and a pair of short shorts.  Each slave was 
brilliantly lit by multiple spotlights somewhere up in the ceiling.  All were 
slender and physically fit, and all appeared to be in their early to mid 
twenties.  None was restrained in any way, but each stood on his or her 
pedestal apparently awaiting our pleasure.  I could see that my partner, 
Virginia, was letting her gaze rest first on the male's biceps and 
impressive chest, then lower to the bulge in his shorts.  My eyes lingered 
on the flat tummies and long slender legs of the females.

"Why don't we begin with a round of introductions" Morgan said, turning to 
the slaves.  "I want each of you to introduce yourself to our guests, tell us 
how you came to be enslaved, and how you feel about your slavery 
today."

"My name is Henry," said the first one, "and I was enslaved in a criminal 
proceeding as punishment for having embezzled money from my 
employer.  Mr. Richmond's company bought me at a public auction.  I do 
not much enjoy being a slave but I have been ordered by a court to pay 
my debt to society.  I have ten years to serve."

"My name is Laura," the second slave stated, "and I was enslaved for 
debt by this fucking company after they bought up all my other debts.  I 
don't think slavery should be legal and I certainly don't think I should be 
here.  I will never get used to it.  I fight the slavery every chance I get, but 
something always makes me do whatever they command me to do."

"My name is Susan," the third stated, "and I played a high stakes game of 
chance.  I gambled my freedom against the possibility of a big cash prize.  
I lost.  I don't like being a slave but I guess it is best I cooperate.  It will go 
easier for me that way."

"My name is Mary," the fourth said, "and I too was enslaved for debt.  
Slavery has been very good for me because it has taught me my place in 
the world and a proper respect for people who are my 'betters'.  I have 
learned that it is a sin to be 'uppity' and that I am most comfortable when 
other people are exercising their rightful authority over me." 

"My name is Cocoa," the last one, a beautiful black girl, said, "and I'm 
here because I just think slavery is so cool. NOT!  I dreamed of a life like 
this since I was a little girl.  NOT!"

"Well, Bill and Virginia, you have met a diverse group of our products in 
training– our criminal slave, our rebellious slave, our cooperative slave, 
our submissive slave, and our saucy slave!  Despite their various 
attitudes the one thing they all have in common is that they all do obey.  
Under the 'Kinder and Gentler Slavery Law' we may not resort to physical 
punishment or the threat of physical punishment to keep them under 
control.  But there is nothing in the law that says we can't coerce them.  
Slavery without coercion would be a contradiction in terms.  Let me give 
you a little demonstration of how we do control them."

"Susan, Mary, Cocoa- Display Now!"  Morgan spoke, addressing the 
three slaves on one end of the row of pedestals.  

We were then treated to three female slaves pushing their shorts and 
panties down to their knees, and standing in place, with their legs well 
separated, awaiting further orders.  I could not help but admire their fine 
young bodies and erect postures.  We were impressed too by their 
attitudes.  Smiling faces and no sign of anger or resentment at what they 
were being made to do.

With them all on pedestals, our eyes were at crotch level.  Virginia was 
impressed by their instant obedience of course, but, not being a lesbian, 
showed little interest in their bodies.  I, on the other hand, walked up and 
down the line, studying the buttocks and genitals of each of these three 
beauties.  I was astonished to note that all they all had rings surgically 
installed in their private parts to which a leash might be attached.  One 
had a labia ring and the other two had rings piercing their clitoral cowls.

"In our culture", Morgan continued, "free women who are also citizens do 
not expose their genitals in mixed company for any reason and certainly 
not on command.  These three had been free citizens until quite recently.  
So it was a true test of their obedience that they exposed themselves 
completely and without hesitation when commanded to do so.  In slave 
societies of the past this sort of obedience was generally obtained by 
whippings or other physical punishments, the threat of such punishments, 
or by withholding necessary things like food or water.  We are not allowed 
to do any of those things to our slaves, yet we get the obedience we want 
from them."

"Is it because you win them over with kindness?"  I asked, half seriously.

"Hardly.  The women we get are almost always experiencing slavery for 
the first time.  They are angry and resentful toward us for the role we 
played in reducing them to bondage.  The last thing they want to do is 
cooperate with us voluntarily."

"Then how?"  Virginia asked.

Morgan motioned for us all to follow him into a private office at one end of 
the sales exhibition area where we could talk without being overheard by 
the slaves.

"We use means of coercion that are not against the law," Morgan 
continued, "means that do not involve the application of physical pain or 
physical injury.  It comes down to mind control whether it is done through 
the bio-implants they all have, through drugs or through hypnosis."

"Do the women know that they are being coerced and how they are being 
coerced?" I asked.

"Yes and no.  In the case of Susan and Cocoa the answer is yes.  They 
are very conscious of the coercion and how it works, though it works in 
different ways for each of them."


"Mary's case is quite different.  When she came to us she was defiant.  
She felt she had been unjustly imbonded.  We subjected her to not only 
the usual mind control techniques, but also to an extra layer of 
brainwashing designed to produce the personality you now see.  She now 
feels herself inferior to us and finds it perfectly natural that we, or others 
who may be placed over her, should be able to order her to push her 
shorts down!"

Morgan led us back out to the display area and we all gathered in front of 
Laura.

"If you think I am going to display my privates to all you perverts, you are 
very much mistaken!"  an angry Laura said.  I could see the hostility in her 
eyes and the cords standing out on the sides of her neck."

"Laura- Display Now!"  Morgan spoke while continuing eye contact with 
Laura.  We watched with great interest as Laura pushed her shorts and 
panties down to her knees, exposing her lovely vulva and pubic hair.  We 
all saw that she, like the other women, had a ring surgically installed 
through her clitoris.  Her whole body was tense.  She seemed aware of 
what she had just done, yet unable to stop herself from doing it.  It was as 
though she had lost volitional control of her own body.  I noted the tensing 
of the muscles in her buttocks and in her shoulders as she did this, 
apparently angry at having had her volitional control taken away and at 
having been made to expose her self.

"Laura is showing us right now", Morgan continued, "verbal rebellion but 
behavioral obedience.   We could also suppress the verbal rebellion in 
her but some clients like that.  Other clients might prefer to see a girl 
expressing her rebellion only in her body language – in the tensing of her 
muscles and her facial expressions, while presenting herself as both 
verbally and behaviorally compliant.  We try to please all types of 
customers."

I saw Morgan whisper to Virginia and hand her a 3 x 5 card with some 
instructions to read.  Virginia stepped up close to Henry, her eyes only 
about a foot from his shorts.

"I don't show my package to no woman!"  Henry said defiantly.  I could 
see his calves and biceps flex as though he might be preparing for a fight.

"Henry- Display Now!"  Virginia spoke while making intense eye contact 
with Henry.  I saw him proceed to push his shorts and briefs down to his 
knees, exposing his magnificent endowments to Virginia at close range.  
His whole body was tense.  Like Laura he seemed aware of what he had 
just done, yet had been unable to stop himself from doing it.  Virginia was 
fascinated.  Even from a distance I could not help but be impressed, as 
his flaccid penis was long and thick and not circumcised, his hairy 
scrotum hung low and contained two very large balls.  Henry was aware 
of his nakedness and where we were all looking, and showed some signs 
of embarrassment, but mostly he looked angry.

"Chill, Henry!"  Virginia shouted at him, still reading from her cue card.  
We saw him visibly relax all his muscles and stand naturally.

"Vanilla ladder!"  Virginia called out, locking eyes with Henry.  We saw a 
subtle shift in his stance and facial expression, and his eyes took on a 
somewhat glazed appearance. 

"Henry- Erect Now!"  Virginia ordered while continuing eye contact.  
Clearly she was reading this command from the card as she would never 
have had the audacity to say this on her own.  Virginia showed signs of 
amazement as Henry's penis began to grow and stiffen before our eyes 
until it was hard as a rock, while his scrotum tightened pulling those huge 
balls closer to his groin.

"Henry- Stand Down!" Virginia ordered.  That huge penis deflated as 
quickly as it had grown and the scrotum loosened dropping the balls back 
into their original position.  Henry looked disappointed.  

Now Morgan handed me a card with some commands on it and indicated 
I should address myself to Laura.

"Green Moon!" I said, reading from the card, and making eye contact with 
Laura.  I saw a subtle change in her posture and facial expression, and 
her eyes took on that glazed appearance we had seen a few moments 
before with Henry.

"Laura- Arousal Now!"  I commanded while reading from the card and 
making eye contact with her.  We watched with interest as Laura's labia 
began to engorge and her little clitoris began to extend from its protective 
hood.  Again I noted the tensing of the muscles in her neck and shoulders 
and was surprised when she said "You have no right to do this to my 
body, Mr. Steelforth!"  I just smiled at her as did Morgan.

"Laura- Juice Now!"  I commanded while continuing to make eye contact 
with Laura.  I was fascinated to see sticky sexual lubricant fluid seeping 
out of her vulva and running down her thighs.  The odor of her sexual 
fluids was very much in the air.  I inhaled deeply since Laura was an 
attractive girl and I was much enjoying the smell of her private parts.  By 
this time Laura looked absolutely mortified at the way her body was 
betraying her, even as she stared daggers at me.

"Eyes bright!"  Morgan said while addressing both Henry and Laura.  
Suddenly I saw their posture and facial expressions return to normal and 
the glassy eyes disappear.  Both of them looked acutely embarrassed at 
what they had been made to do.

"With these two slaves," Morgan continued, addressing Virginia and 
myself, "you first saw that there was instant obedience to the 'Display 
Now!' command, even though there were both verbal and postural cues 
that their attitudes were rebellious.  Some of our clients enjoy overcoming 
rebelliousness in a slave like Laura or Henry, and we give them the tools 
to do that.  In fact Laura and Henry were both forced to expose 
themselves for us by what we call 'post-hypnotic suggestions'.  This does 
not require that they be under hypnosis at the time, but certain cue 
phrases have been planted in their brains that they are helpless to resist.  
The phrase 'Display Now' would be an example of such a cue phrase."

"With these two slaves you have also seen what we call 'direct hypnotic 
trance control' which acts directly on both the slave's conscious and 
unconscious mind.  It enables us to command his or her body in ways he 
or she could not consciously command on his own.  This higher level of 
control is required if we are to force a slave to have a sexual response as 
we did with these two.  This type of control requires no cooperation or 
consent from the slave.  The slave is aware at all times that his or her 
body seems to have a will of its own."

"With the other three, you saw that they pushed their shorts down when 
ordered to do so, and without the need for me to invoke trance control.  
With them it was not even necessary to use post-hypnotic suggestions.  
Their obedience is based on something else."

"What is that, Morgan?"

"I thought you would never ask.  In the case of Susan obedience was 
achieved because she knows that if she did not we would immediately 
invoke either post-hypnotic suggestions or direct trance control.  She 
obeys 'voluntarily' because she knows being put under hypnotic controls 
would not only deprive her of full control of her own body, but result in her 
literally being compelled to do that which she had moments earlier 
refused to do.  She would then have full awareness that her body is 
obeying us against her will and no ability to stop her body from carrying 
out our commands.  Thus she knows that disobedience is absolutely 
futile!   There is a severe loss of dignity in that."

"In the case of Cocoa, who just arrived today and has not begun her mind 
control training, obedience was achieved because she fears the 
possibility that any disobedience might cause us to render her 
unconscious through her bio-implant.  There is a severe loss of dignity in 
that.  The control in her case is essentially fear based."

"The compliance you have gotten from Stephanie prior to her training is 
similar to that we are getting from our untrained Cocoa here.  After 
training Stephanie will obey us for the same reason Susan did - because 
she will have experienced just how our mind control techniques can 
render her own rebellious tendencies futile and will want to avoid, at all 
costs, pushing us to invoke that type of control.  This is the most flexible 
form of slave control since it requires no trance and is not limited to 
specific previously implanted key phrases.   Also it is not fear based 
which is a major goal of this enterprise."

"Now that you have seen the diversity of our products, it is time for you to 
take the tour with Charlie and let him show you how we produce slaves 
with these various tendencies.  We have focused on the goals of slave 
transformation so far.  Charlie will show you how it is done.

Virginia and I said goodbye to Morgan and followed Charlie out of the 
sales room and then down an elevator to a subterranean level of the 
building.  As the elevator made its way downward, Charlie began to 
explain what I was about to see.

"You should realize Bill and Virginia, it is crucial that we have the ability to 
impose our mind control techniques on even the most resistant subjects.   
Many who come through our facility will have heard of hypnosis, are very 
much afraid it will be used on them, and are determined to resist.   But 
their ability to resist will depend on their remaining oriented to the reality 
around them.   That awareness is what we take from them with the help 
of sensory deprivation and the bio-implants.   Let us go into what we call 
the 'cylinder' room and see some of our subjects undergoing sensory 
deprivation." 

We emerged on a large open floor with a ceiling that was perhaps 14 foot 
high.  My eyes were immediately drawn to a row of twenty vertical 
cylinders made of clear glass, each about eight feet tall and three feet in 
diameter.  What was striking about these was that each cylinder 
contained a naked human being, apparently suspended in some clear 
liquid medium that came up a foot or so higher than head level. These 
suspended humans had various wires attached to them and tubes coming 
out of them.  Next to each cylinder there was some sort of control console 
with all sorts of monitoring instruments.  The room had a surreal look 
because overall lighting was dim with the cylinders, their naked occupants 
and the control consoles brilliantly lit up by contrast.

We stood next to the first two cylinders that plainly contained young 
women.  Further down the row I could see that some of the cylinders 
contained young men.  In all of these the nude occupants were restrained 
by handcuffs and ankle shackles.  In all of them the occupants were 
hooked up to breathing tubes and I could observe the level of liquid in the 
cylinders subtly rising and falling in time with their respirations.  
Fortunately these breathing tubes hid little of their faces from view.  Their 
eyelids were taped shut.  My impression was that the two women nearest 
us were asleep and perhaps enjoying a pleasant dream judging by their 
fleeting facial expressions.   Each had a urinary catheter emerging from 
her vulva and leading to a clear external cylinder that appeared to be 
about half full of urine.  Charlie carefully studied my facial expressions for 
a while to judge my responses to all this, then began to offer me an 
explanation.

"Virginia, this is the first major stage in each slave's basic training.  What 
we do here is subject them to sensory deprivation so that we can control 
what they take in through whatever senses remain to them.   Right now 
they are largely resting and blissfully unaware of their surroundings.   We 
are placing them all into a hypnotic trance by means of subliminal audio 
superimposed on a music track.   This is being fed directly into their 
brains by means of the bio-implants."

"Why hypnosis, Charlie?"  I queried.

"The thing you need to understand, Bill, is that we condition all our slaves 
to obey verbal commands.  That is so that we can sell them or rent them 
out to our customers and know that our customer, in turn, will be able to 
control them.  The customer cannot rely on the threat of physical 
punishment to force obedience, any more than we can here, since 
physical punishments in the form of whippings, beatings and the like are 
against our kinder, gentler slavery laws.   Some other control mechanism 
is needed.  We have found that post-hypnotic suggestions are the best 
way to achieve that kind of unthinking obedience from a human being."

Just then I saw Charlie walk over to the operator at the controls of 
cylinder number three and whisper something to her.   A minute or so 
later I saw the naked young woman who was inside that cylinder begin to 
buck and flex and un-flex her body repeatedly within the confines of her 
cylinder.   I walked quickly over to stand next to this cylinder where 
Charlie also was.   Then to my amazement I saw the nude occupant use 
her hands, which had been cuffed in front, to rub her vulva and diddle her 
clitoris, even as I saw further evidence of tensing of all the different 
muscles in her body.   She clearly appeared to be in some sort of sexual 
arousal.

"Charlie, doesn't she have any inhibitions about masturbating like this 
with people watching her?"  I said.

"That is one of the beauties of this whole setup, Bill.   She doesn't know 
anyone is watching her.  She is in a deep hypnotic trance and we are 
feeding suggestions to her with our subliminal audio that tell her she is at 
home in the privacy of her own bed!   She has no idea that a couple of 
men and various control employees are watching her every move."

"But surely some slaves are going to be very resistant to hypnosis, aren't 
they?"

"Ah, resistance!   That is where the bio-implants really come in handy.  
They enable us to detect certain patterns of neural activity that suggest 
the subject is trying to resist the hypnosis.  When we detect such patterns 
we send signals directly into the subject's brain that cause feelings of 
nausea.  It is not long before the subjects learn to turn away from any 
resistant thoughts!"

"Fantastic!" I said.

"But it goes even further.  When the bio-implants detect patterns of neural 
activity suggesting cooperation with the hypnosis, our operators are able 
to send signals of sexual pleasure directly into the subject's brain through 
his or her implant."

"Our techniques are so powerful now," Charlie continued "with the help of 
the bio-implants, that not one slave in the last 500 processed at this 
facility has been able to resist the hypnotic induction or the successful 
planting of all needed post-hypnotic code commands."

I marveled at all this.  It was the most exciting breakthrough in slave 
training I had heard in many years.  And it completely eliminated the need 
for any sort of physical brutality such as whippings, beatings or electro-
shock.  All the desired control over human behavior could be achieved in 
ways that met the new kinder, gentler ethic of slave management.   As I 
watched the show in the cylinder was becoming even more frenzied.  It 
wasn't every day I got to watch a beautiful young woman masturbating for 
real who was not even conscious that she had an audience!   Just then 
the cute young lady at the controls of her tank spoke up.

"Mr. Witherspoon, the girl is very near climax.  Should I stop her?"

"No, Betty.  Let her climax.  I think it will be a nice treat for our guests to 
see."

The young woman was massaging her genitals in a frenzy and tensing 
every muscle in her arms and legs.  Soon all this built to a crescendo, 
then stopped.   I saw the most beautiful relaxed look on the young 
woman's face.  This was one of the most beautiful sights I had seen in a 
long while.   I felt very privileged to have been witness to this very special 
intimate moment in a slave's life.   I wanted to know more about this 
young woman – her name, who she had been before her enslavement, if 
she had ever been married, and so much more.  I turned to Charlie and 
started to ask, but he anticipated me.

"Bill, most of what you probably want to ask me is on that sign on the 
other side of her cylinder.  Go ahead and read it."

I walked around to the other side and learned that her name was Jennifer 
Marston, that she was single and had been a member of the corps de 
ballet of the National Ballet of Capitallia.  She would probably know 
Vivienne, the dancer I had helped get back into the ballet company as a 
professional slave.   I wondered if this Jennifer might need a similar favor 
from me.

"You are probably wondering if we plan to let her pursue her ballet career 
while a slave.  Rest assured we do.  You don't need to make this one 
your special project."

"I wonder if I could have something as a souvenir – perhaps a photo of 
her or something?"

"I can do better than that.  How would you each like a video disk of that 
whole masturbation you just saw?"

"That would be fantastic!"  I said.  Virginia said she would pass on that.  
Fortunately neither Charlie nor I needed to ask the young dancer if that 
was all right with her.  She had no rights anymore.

I looked further down the row of cylinders and saw that two technicians 
were bringing in a very sedated and naked Stephanie Glenn.   I noted that 
they were headed for one cylinder that was empty.   One of the 
technicians fitted her with a breathing tube and urinary catheter, while the 
other technician secured a lifting harness around her shoulders.   Her 
hands were cuffed in front with shiny steel handcuffs.   Soon an electric 
hoist raised her high in the air and over the cylinder and lowered her into 
the clear liquid.

"We will begin the process of hypnotic induction", Charlie continued, "with 
your Stephanie just as we have with the others.   Within a few days she 
will have learned to obey a whole range of post-hypnotic commands.   
Once we have secured her unconditional obedience to commands, we 
can concentrate on developing the particular attitudes in her that will be 
pleasing to whoever is going to have ultimate use and control of her 
person."

"Now that must be the whole point of what Morgan was demonstrating to 
us up in the sales room with the five slaves on the pedestals", I said.

"That's right.  Some slaveholders want a more or less forced obedience.  
They want the pleasure of controlling a slave who obeys because she 
must, not because slavery is natural to her or comfortable for her in any 
way.   She obeys 'voluntarily' because she knows that failure to do so or 
hesitation in obeying commands will result in her being compelled by the 
post-hypnotic suggestions to the point of losing control of her own body.  
This will be the case for your Stephanie because she has been 
requisitioned by a client who wants exactly that kind of compulsory 
obedience from her."

"Who is the client?"  I asked.

"Sorry Bill, but I cannot reveal that at this time.   You will be informed 
when her training is complete and we have turned her over to the control 
of that client.   I know you are eager to follow Stephanie's training, but she 
will be in the sensory deprivation cylinder for about the next three weeks.   
If you watched that it would be like watching paint dry.   What I would 
suggest is that we call it a wrap for today with an invitation to come back 
and see how Stephanie has progressed 30 days from now."

"Sounds good Charlie."  We shook hands and he walked me out to where 
my car was parked.




