Refashioned Pt. 07

The aroused computer technician knew that she was going to have parts of her mind erased, her memories tampered with, her personality and individuality destroyed. Her ultimate fate was not a mystery to her. Nothing had been kept hidden. She was about to become a drone. And she had been manipulated to want it.

Only a short time ago, Siobhan would have undoubtedly quailed in horror and terror at what she was going to become.

But not now.

For the siobhan-material, Objectification had become an obsession, haunting her living and waking dreams, driving her deeper into the Loving arms of their Owner. She desired nothing more than to burn her past to ashes and arise reborn in phoenix like splendour as a new creature, forever bound to the Will of an implacable Deity.

The fact that she had been hypnotised and brainwashed into wanting to become a drone made no difference whatsoever.

Were she not under Instruction, the slave would have felt a pang of envy.

But she had Discipline.

In truth, slaveannabel knew that she was nothing more than a thing, a brainsmoothed robot, totally subservient to the commands that controlled her, but fully aware and conscious of the depths to which she had sunk. The slow trickle of sexjuice winding its way slowly down her thighs only served to reinforce this Truth.

New Instruction guided the slave to the control panel where she keyed in the appropriate sequence of commands. An invisible tongue licked her slavepussy, driving her obsessive desires wild, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, knowing that she was nothing other than what the Omnipotent Will of Medusa wanted her to be.

Just like the Tubed flesh, sliding steadily backwards into the recess, where the siobhan-existence would be ended.

Turning on her heel, slaveannabel left the preObject to its fate.

* * *

The memory was sweet. Her first kiss. She was behind the bus shelter where young couples sneaked away for privacy. Jimmy, freckled, cute, was in front of her. Their hands intertwined. He leaned forward. Tentatively, their lips brushed. They...

Once more the memory grew dim, fading, blurring, distorting...

Reflexively, she tried to hold on to it, clutching desperately, wanting to cling on to this defining moment in her life.

It was... important...?

With relief, she realised the memory wasn't gone! It was back! Clearer than ever.

The memory was sweet. Her first kiss. She was behind the bus shelter where young couples sneaked away for privacy. lauren! She hadn't thought of her in what seemed like forever. They had been best friends for an eternity. The image was fresh and crisp, just the way she remembered it; lauren smiling broadly, her hazel eyes lidded with lust... sexy like the collar wrapped tightly around her neck... lauren's hard nipples stood proud bookending the blood red Mark of Medusa emblazoned between her breasts.

Excitedly, she realised that lauren was a slave! Why hadn't she known that before? They were friends... No, that wasn't right... Was it?

The memory was vivid and sharp.

It was correct.

slavelauren was Owned, just as slaveannabel was. Pulse racing with delight she realised that she wanted slavelauren as much as the other slave wanted her.

The belonged together.

Hands intertwined, slavelauren leaned forward. Their slavelips brushed tentatively, then with more confidence, tongues probing, pleasure building, joining together in eternal servitude, consummating their undying love in worship and adoration of the True Goddess that possessed them both.

Medusa!

MeDusA!

MEDUSAAAA!

What little remained of her consciousness whited out as the orgasm pulverised her, body writhing in agonised ecstasy, trapped within the tight confines of her Obedience Tube.

* * *

Pussy thrumming with anticipation, slaveannabel entered the canteen area on the bottom floor of the office building. She was fifteen minutes early this morning and the small queue for coffee gave her plenty of time to survey the largely deserted room. Most of her co-workers elected to drink their caffeine fixes at their desks rather than sit in the quiet room.

The slave located her prey. Sitting at the farthest table, half concealed by a row of plants and a room divider, three women were talking together.

Satisfied, the slave took her coffee and proceeded towards the women, who turned towards her as she approached.

"Good morning annabel!" one of the trio greeted her enthusiastically, her eyes flashing with sexual heat that the slave registered immediately.

"Hi monica," the slave replied warmly, smiling widely in return. The other two women sat in silence and watched them. The slave knew who they were: Maria Gonzalez, the Latina woman with the mane of curly chestnut hair, was a secretary on the top floor, while the bob-haired brunette, Erica Jeffries, worked in HR. The slave had never interacted with either of them before; they were vague co-workers she knew by sight but had never spoken to.

No more.

Now they were material.

Thrilling with desire, slaveannabel exchanged introductions and pleasantries with the two other women, carefully noting their slightly flushed faces, dilated eyes and shallow breathing, the tell-tale traces from the initial sex-imprinting phase of conversion. She could sense the new and confusing thoughts bubbling to the surface of both subjects, questioning everything they thought about themselves, slowly dissolving their boundaries, reorientating their sexualities, priming them for complete submission to the Divine Will.

Introductions completed, the women returned to the subject they had been discussing prior to her arrival; their inability to find a non-sleazy place to work out in.

"lauren told me you have the same fitness instructor?" slavemonica quizzed lightly.

"Oh yes!" the slave sparkled with delight. "naomi is fantastic! She really knows how to get the best out of you and ensure that you reach your full potential."

"Wow!" the mind-bent monica exclaimed, "she sounds amazing!"

"Sure is," the slave chuckled as she deliberately reached up and slowly stroked the high collar of her turtleneck, embracing the dark flames of sexual heat that radiated down to her moist cunt. Without hesitation, slavemonica followed suit, lovingly caressing her own collared neck in what slaveannabel knew was a lewd display of submission to their Owner.

slaveannabel cast a surreptitious glance at the other females. Both were staring intently at them, captivated by the unexpected eroticism of the scene being played out before them. Tentatively, she saw Erica reach up to her own high turtleneck collar and mirror their behaviour. Her hand withdrew instantly as if recoiling from an electric shock. But then, after a brief moment, the hand returned. It was just a tiny flicker in her eyes but the slave knew what that meant. The erica-material had just opened the floodgates of ecstasy that would submerge her existence.

Satisfied, slaveannabel turned towards Maria and stared directly into her uncertain eyes. The hesitant woman gazed back, her cheeks glowing brighter as she drank in the sexual heat radiating from the slave she was helplessly drawn to. With a fluency borne of much practice, the slave slowly ran her fingers along her own tightly collared neck, caressing the material like a lover, clenching her thighs tightly as the pleasure she craved suffused through her entire being.

Maria stared at her open-mouthed, completely enthralled, her arousal apparent. Gulping visibly, the Latina gently pressed her hand against her own collar, her eyes rolling upwards as the sudden jolt pleasure took her.

The slave was pleased. Both females would be much easier to control now.

"naomi's gym is nearby," slaveannabel continued, keeping her tone light. "They do short workout sessions tailored for lunchtime. I had planned to go today so if you want to tag along I can introduce you?"

"Unfortunately I have to work through lunch," the slave hiding behind the monica-existence hissed exasperatedly, "but you guys should go!"

She flashed her a sympathetic smile for the benefit of the others; in reality, slavemonica would spend the time on her knees worshipping her Controller.

Maria, her face flushed deeply, now stroking her collar continuously as she addicted herself to the pleasure of obedience, was hardly able to contain her need to disappear into the nearest bathroom and masturbate.

"Yes!" the Latina material squeaked eagerly.

Smiling, the slave turned her attention to her companion, who had been pawing at her collar throughout. "How about you Erica? Do you want to come?"

Nodding her ascent, consumed by the overwhelming urge to find a quiet bathroom of her own, the brunette agreed readily.

Satisfied with the outcome of the encounter, slaveannabel stood, taking her coffee cup off the table signalling that the interaction was at an end.

"Great, i'll see you later!" she chirped breezily before moving towards the elevators.

* * *

Looking up from her computer at the noise, the slave saw the source of the commotion. Robyn, one of the managers in a nearby section, was standing over her desk, arms crossed over her swollen belly, her face like thunder. Ambitious and driven, yet highly competent compared with the other middle managers that blundered and blustered their way through crisis after crisis, she was determined not to let her pregnancy hurt her career.

"... really have to do this now!"

"i'm sorry Ms. Webber," the woman half hidden by the cubicle divider responded. "The disruption will be minimal. You'll be back online in half and hour."

"I know you have to keep us all safe from viruses and other threats... but right now?" Robyn huffed. "That report has to go to the board by three."

"Again, i apologise for the inconvenience," the IT technician stonewalled, giving no ground. "But this needs to be done now."

The slave felt a tiny smile flicker over her face as she recalled decanting the freshly minted Object only yesterday. For days, she had wondered about the drone being brainwashed in the adjacent Obedience Tube. She had been permitted to want it, desire it, lust after it and even fantasise about being it. Such were the gifts that Medusa bestowed on her property.

Knowing that she had helped turn this piece of unDisciplined raw material into a thing had driven her wild.

Not only had she pleased her Owner by breaking a new servant that would serve Her Will, she had discovered that the process of creating Object out of flesh was a rush like no other.

It had been exciting to explore the changes wrought to the new drone. The contrast between the siobhan-material and the Object that emerged from the Obedience Tube had been dramatic; the soft, warm, complicated glow of the sodium light that had previously burned behind the former-siobhan's eyes had been replaced by a much harsher, colder, light source that now blazed intently like a beacon cutting through the thick cloying fog that was everyday life.

The complete removal of all sense of self, the intense, Disciplined obedience that was now burnt into every atom of its Objectified being, the obsessive Love for Medusa that blazed like the Sun, had all made her slavesex thrill in rapturous worship for the Deity that possessed them both.

Even the waver-thin veneer of individuality that the Object retained was nothing more than an outer shell covering the living, breathing robot beneath. The vestiges of what had been the siobhan-existence remained because Medusa deemed it necessary. For the moment. Once it was no longer required, the residue of the former persona that had inhabited the drone would be wiped clean.

In reality, the siobhan-existence had been ended.

And slaveannabel had been instrumental in doing that.

That knowledge had excited them both.

Their lovemaking had been unconstrained. Pure, long, deep and passionate, it had been a Sapphic communion of bliss as they consummated their Love of the Divinity they both now Adored.

"Oh!" Robyn harrumphed exasperatedly, storming off for a cup of coffee that would do little except intensify her foul mood.

* * *

Smiling, the slave ushered the two women through the door. It had been a short walk to their destination. Behind a reception desk, a red-haired figure smiled at the new arrivals.

"Hi annabel," the wholly Owned female masquerading as jess welcomed her warmly.

"Hi jess," she responded equally cheerily as the others looked on. "i've been telling these girls from work about how great this place is."

"Ohh, fantastic!" the redhead beamed, pleased.

"Any chance they can have a quick workout now?" the slave pressed convincingly. "naomi usually has lunch time classes."

"Well..." the seated receptionist hesitated, checking the computer screen on the desk. "naomi has a group starting in a couple of minutes... Let me see..."

Glancing back at the two women, the slave winked conspiratorially. Erica flashed her a quick smile while Maria just nodded. Both had recovered somewhat from the raw, animal sexlust that had consumed them earlier, but they had taken their first taste of paradise and wanted more.

"Ok!" slavejess announced in mock-surprise, looking up from the monitor. "There were a couple of last minute cancellations so I can fit you all in!"

"Wonderful!" the slave gushed. "You're the best jess!"

Laughing, the faux-receptionist accepted the compliment with aplomb, handing the two women numbered key-cards. "naomi's group is in Activity Room Two," the smiling woman directed them, before buzzing them in through the closed door.

Blowing jess a playful kiss, the slave led her charges into the brightly lit corridor beyond. A number of closed doors, each clearly marked as changing rooms faced them. Glancing down at the keycards the women held, the slave directed them to a nearby room where they would find workout clothing in their assigned lockers. Promising to meet back in the corridor in five minutes, she proceeded to her own changing room.

Entering the room, slaveannabel noted that two other slaves were present; one dressing, the other in the shower area beyond the line of lockers, but she ignored them. Instead she set about peeling off her work clothing, hanging it up, and dressing in the uniform that awaited her.

Supposedly one of the perks offered by the Gym to members, fresh workout clothing was provided to all members, laundered after use and neatly replaced in their lockers. This, according to the explanation, was designed to reduce the hassle and encourage you to work-out more. You didn't need to collect a week's work of smelly clothes, wash them and then lug them back to the gym whenever you wanted to exercise. It was all taken care of.

Now back in the corridor, sex growling hungrily at the sight, the slave was delighted to see how desirable the two newly uniformed females looked, sensing the growing sexual excitement emanating from the pair as their arousal built, the ultimate distraction from any awkward questions they might have been able to formulate.

Cheerfully beckoning the her co-workers to follow, the slave quickly proceeded to Activity Room Two, located in the open area of the building where new material assembled. This being a group Training room, it was bereft of equipment other than a massive screen, now blank, that faced them beneath an immense wall-mounted Medusa emblem.

Large motivational posters depicting stylized women in strong, determined poses, all proudly uniformed, covered the other walls. These served as role models for fresh material to emulate and aspire to, as the slogans beneath exhorted them to ever greater submission to their Training. "Discipline brings Happiness" proclaimed the text beneath an image of a resolute blonde whose eyes gazed fixedly out at the viewer. "A healthy body is a Trained body" urged the bold script accompanying a picture of a crop-haired black woman who had surrendered to her destiny, while the rapturous gleam of pure joy that the artist had captured in the expression of the athletic slavewoman who promised that "Training will complete you" made her womanhood flare with joy.

There were a dozen other young women milling around the room chatting and talking among themselves, all young, attractive office workers culled from nearby buildings, each clad identically, their necks tightly encased by the high collars of the grey tops upon which the blood red insignia of Medusa sinfully caressed their breasts. Cunt thrilling at the sight of so much raw material gathered in one place, the slave relished the collective sexual excitement emitting from the group.

Just then, the black instructress appeared behind them.

"Oh, hey naomi," the slave greeted the smiling ebony woman. "This is erica and maria from work," she introduced the two women standing beside her. "i told them what a great Trainer you are and they wanted to come along to one of your classes."

"Great!" the ebony instructress beamed warmly before launching into her usual pep-talk.

Standing to one side, the slave's eyes flicked towards the new batch, registering the women flirting cautiously with one another. It wouldn't take long before they began to pair off, finding partners they could explore their new and compelling urges with. The Training would see to that.

All would be enslaved.

All would kneel before Medusa.

Her talk finished, the black slavewoman escorted the two new arrivals to their positions as the other Trainees spread out in their assigned places, before she took her place under the large screen. Satisfied that the two pieces of material had been integrated into the group, the slave discreetly stepped back to observe.

The instructress donned a sleek metal headset, her voice booming through the wall mounted speakers as the lights dimmed and the screen flickered into life displaying what appeared to be a random pattern of colours pulsing in time with the background music that began to steadily increase in tempo. "Ok everybody," the slaveinstructress began, enthusiasm oozing over the throbbing music. "Lets begin with some simple exercises to start with."

The group slipped into a familiar rhythm, obediently following their instructress' commands, synchronising their movements, sinking into trance as they stared vacantly ahead, their minds quickly ensnared by the screen and the pulsating music that reverberated through them.

After some initial hesitation, both the maria and erica-material were soon moving their bodies in perfect time with the others as they both succumbed to the hypnotic trance the Training was designed to induce.

Satisfied that both women were now under, the slave slipped out of the room and proceeded to the restricted access part of the building, entering after unlocking the secure door.

Here, all pretence had been dispensed with.

A line of slavematerial, all deep in trance, pounded energetically on various items of exercise equipment, their eyes locked on screens upon which Spirals whorled endlessly as the incessant hiss of programming penetrated deep into their receptive minds.

Harvested from various offices and other workplaces nearby, this batch of material had graduated from initial group Training to the more advanced forms of enslavement that was already turning them into thoughtless automatons that served a Superior Will.

Just as she did.

At the end of a row of panting flesh, a lone female stood quite still, her skin aglow from the workout she had just completed. Ignoring her sister slaves, the woman remained fixated upon the compelling Spiral that was her world.

The slave halted as Instruction claimed her. After lowering the frequency of the twirling Spiral on the screen, the slave positioned herself precisely between the screen and the taut female, knowing that from the other slave's perspective her head was now the centre of the whirling Spiral.