The Facility Pt. 06

NOTE: Hi everyone! Thanks again for all the encouraging feedback. It means a lot and it keeps me going, especially when I get stuck, which I did a bit for this part. I hope you enjoy it. I think it's the penultimate instalment, I'm planning a bumper sized finale to finish off the series. Like the previous chapters, it features imprisonment, humiliation, mind control, and forced orgasm, so if that's not your bag, give it a miss. Thanks! -Abi x

CHAPTER 21

Adam and I emerged from our session, dazed and dressed in nothing but our pink corsets and high heels. We followed a smirking Mistress Beatrice through more of the facility's endless white corridors, our heads a maelstrom of confusion, shame, and fear. I could still smell Adam's sweat on me, taste his saliva, and feel the wetness in my tightly locked PVC underwear. I kept my distance from him and he did the same. Mistress Beatrice glanced back at me.

"Shy girls like you and Amy are always my favourites. Always desperate to hide the sluts you are."

Turning a corridor, I saw the rest of my "sisters," flanked by guards. It was all of us who had been consigned to time in the special education wing. Leah and Roberta were there, shuffling around nervously in their skimpy cheerleader outfits. Izzie and Petunia were still in their short, black PVC dresses, their mouths stopped with a red ball gags, their mascara running. Last were Melanie and Lara: both now stripped down to slutty, fire-red lingerie, lingerie that did a hideously good job of showing off the enhanced breasts that we'd all been implanted with.

Mistress Beatrice addressed us all. "Now girls, it's time for your group therapy session." The door opened to reveal a figure we'd not seen in some time. Dressed in her trademark Victorian governess garb was Mistress Hypatia. Behind her, a room filled with chairs facing what looked like a large TV. There was a disturbing detail on the chairs: the restraints built into them. With her gentle and syrupy smooth voice, Mistress Hypatia invited us in.

"Welcome girls. You and I are going to have some girl talk about what the future holds for you." The guards pushed us through the door.

-and the next thing I knew, we were being ushered out of the room by Mistress Hypatia, her expression unreadable. Mistress Beatrice was there, a cruel smile on her lips.

"How was the session, Lizzie? You were there for almost two hours."

I stumbled for a reply. "I can't remember a thing, Mistress Beatrice."

"Don't worry, Lizzie. It'll all become so clear soon. We've got barely five weeks before your big show! Now, everyone give Mistress Hypatia a hug and follow me. "

We lined up, giving Mistress Hypatia a hug one by one. She held me close and whispered into my ear. "You did so well today, Lizzie. I'm proud of you." When she spoke, I felt a calm wash over me. "I'll see you all for our next session," she said ominously before we left.

Mistress Beatrice led us down a corridor. "You've got such an exciting few weeks ahead of you girls. You must commit totally. The alternative- well..."

A wall partition slid open and we walked into a small room. Sitting on a sofa, we saw Stacey laid out on Mistress Opal's lap, her face cradled against Mistress Opal's breasts. She'd been sealed into a frilly yellow dress. I shuddered as I remembered the last mental image I had of Stacey, of Mistress Opal installing a cover on her groin that would mimic female genitalia, but seal away her male parts forever. Mistress Opal saw us enter and a cruel smile lit up her face.

"Look Stacey! All your friends are here!"

Stacey turned to see us, then buried her face back in Mistress Opal's chest.

"Awww. She's embarrassed. Why don't we show your sisters what we've been doing all afternoon?"

Stacey shook her head. Mistress Opal picked up a cane and ran it lazily along her back.

"We're not going to have another disagreement, are we?"

Tears running down her face, Stacey shook her head. Mistress Opal handed Stacey a small, pink vibrator. Stacey lay against Mistress Opal and hitched up her dress, sliding the vibrator into her knickers.

"Stacey's been finding out just how much pleasure her new equipment can bring her. Now, show your sisters who you really are."

Her cheeks flushed with shame, Stacey turned on the vibrator and began massaging herself. A low feminine moan escaped her lips as her eyes darted nervously between us. Mistress Beatrice approached and stroked Stacey's hair as she began to quiver. "How is she, Mistress Opal?"

"Still some resistance to be squeezed out of her. But after five weeks, you won't be able to recognise her."

Stacey, on the edge of orgasm, started moaning. "Mistress! I'm about to - do I have your permission to-!"

Mistress Opal grabbed Stacey's face and made sure she was facing us. "Come like the grunting whore you are."

Stacey's face twisted in an open mouthed scream as she helplessly came. Mistress Opal watched with a cruel smile as Stacey sagged into Mistress Opal's arms. "Tell the girls how you feel."

"I love being a girl, Mistress Opal."

"You're going to be an excellent addition to my collection."

Collection? What was she talking about?

Lady Beatrice smiled. "Hush, Mistress Opal. We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise of their new lives." Lady Beatrice gestured for us to leave and we followed her.

"Stacey's being prepared for a life of utter servitude. But if you learn well over the next month, you'll have a dedicated owner who'll treat you well. Some of you may even get to keep your genitals! Disobey... and you'll find out what it means to be part of Mistress Opal's collection."

An hour later, all of us were in our dormitory, squeezed into the beds that we had to share in pairs. Adam and I, now wearing pink baby dolls that left little to the imagination, were under the covers, keeping as much distance from each other as we could. Finally, Adam turned to me.

"I don't want to be part of Mistress Opal's collection."

"Me neither."

I crept across the bed, closer to him. I needed to whisper something and I was afraid that whatever listening devices the facility had installed would pick it up.

"I've got an idea," I told him as quietly as I could. As I spoke, for a second, one of my new boobs made contact with his own. Both of us felt the desire we had for each other, a desire that the last few months in the facility had implanted in us. A growing part of me imagined us tangled together, our lips pushed against each other, our hands masturbating each other through our sealed panties to furious orgasm. Going by Adam's heavy breathing and glazed expression, he felt the same way. But I wasn't ready to give in yet. I whispered my plan to him, trying to keep my distance, to avoid doing anything that would set us off.

The only way to get through this was to play along, to pretend we were what they were making us, no matter how humiliating. We wouldn't give in, not completely, and as soon as we were sold to our "clients" - whoever they were - we would escape together.

In Adam's eyes, I saw a glimmer of hope. I gave him a small nod, and the two of us curled back under our covers, as far away from each other as this small bed would allow.

CHAPTER 22

Life in the the special education wing was relentless and the next five weeks blurred into each other.

Every morning, our training for the grand show for the mysterious prospective buyers continued. I was sealed into my Bo Peep costume, Adam in his ballet outfit, and we were drilled in our routine again and again. I mastered the gliding steps I needed to dance across the stage. Adam was perfect, gracefully pirouetting across the stage in his Tutu. As I watched him stretch and dance, I had to fight an arousal. I couldn't help but admire his soft skin, his feminine form moving beneath his skin tight pink leotard. I knew he felt the same way- we would sneak looks at each other, then look away, shamed.

In the afternoons, we were harshly trained by Mistress Beatrice into being the perfect "fairy tale brides." We were told to soften our voices. Our speech had to be shy, high-pitched, and uncertain at all times. We were to walk daintily, and most of all, be submissive at all times. The lessons ranged from dress making and sewing, to cleaning filthy rooms in tight French maid costumes. Any hint of confidence in our voices and she'd mercilessly spank us as the guards watched for any sign of resistance. We were to be unsure, constantly, always looking to be told what to do: one afternoon saw Adam spanked to tears because he replied too confidently to Lady Beatrice that two plus two was four.

Most embarrassing of all were the "marital bliss" sessions. We were forced to write and read out love letters to each other, to take turns kissing each other, and to dance with each other. "Practice for your real husbands." On top of that, we were made to practice giving blowjobs on dildos and had to watch instructional videos on how to behave during our first night of married life. My face flushed red with embarrassment as we watched a woman being taken by her husband for the first time, a gentle voice informing us that a little bit of pain was to be expected. Both Adam and I strived to act like submissive, prissy girls at all times. If the mistresses thought us broken, perhaps we could avoid the worst of their mind altering techniques.

It was a worryingly easy façade to adopt, especially after the sessions with Mistress Hypatia. Neither Adam nor I could remember a second of them, but we emerged from each session with a feeling of what we could only describe as excitement. Increasingly, as I imagined our future in frilly dresses, a future in which Adam and I would be simpering brides to dominant husbands, my belly did an excited flipflop. Each of us felt the desires that the mistresses were implanting in us, felt the forbidden pull towards dainty femininity. When I helped Adam get dressed in the morning, I couldn't help but marvel at his perfect body, his firm breasts and smooth skin, and his now screamingly feminine presence. We refused to give in to these unspoken impulses though. Both of us were desperate to keep our minds and perhaps, to escape. Each night, we went to bed, staying as far away from each other as we could. There was, thank goodness, no repeat of the shared orgasm that Lady Beatrice had allowed us during our first session. Both of us were hanging onto restraint by our fingernails, aware that a single slip would see us fall forever into the life of simpering girlhood that the facility had planned for us.

By the fifth week, Adam and I were well on our way to being the fairy tale brides that the facility wanted us to be. We were demure and quiet at all times, our gaze most often locked to the floor, our speech constantly uncertain and shy. We weren't the only ones who were changed: Leah and Roberta now spoke like upbeat, airheaded cheerleaders. Izzie and Petunia now had husky, sexy voices to go along with the increasingly outrageous bondage gear that they had to put on each day. There movements were sultry, confident, and charged with sex. Melanie and Lara were constantly dressed in slutty party wear, both giggly and flirtatious. We occasionally glimpsed them performing in front of the camera that had been put in their room, both moving their writhing bodies around a stripper pole, lustily gazing at each other. Of poor Stacey and Mistress Opal, we saw neither hide nor hair.

Before we knew it, it was the final day before the big, mysterious talent show.

Adam and I were in flowing, vintage bridal outfits and we were being marched by the guards to Mistress Hypatia's room. But, when we joined the others and the doors opened, we realised that this final session would be different. Instead of the chairs, there was a single sofa in front of the TV. Mistress Hypatia greeted us with a rare smile and gestured us in. Lady Grey was also there. The head of the facility, she was flanked by three of her personal guards. Each of us curtsied to her as Mistress Hypatia spoke.

"Strip to your underwear girls. We've got something special planned for your last day."

All of us stripped down, a little nervous. It took Adam and I the longest, the layers of dress and petticoat needed careful untying and removal. Before long, Adam and I were standing in our pink corsets and heels. Each of us had lingerie suitable for the type of girl the facility wanted us to be: sports bras for the cheerleaders, skimpy fire-red lingerie for the sluts, and shiny PVC for Izzie and Petunia.

Mistress Hypatia continued. "Sit onto the sofa, girls. There's room for you all if you squeeze."

I sat, sandwiched between Adam and Izzie, our legs touching. I felt an inadvertent stir of arousal and did my best to push it back. I breathed deep, trying to think of something - anything - else. Mistress Hypatia spoke to us.

"Lady Grey has asked to see the sessions you've been having with me."

The TV in front of the sofa flickered into life. It showed a recording of Mistress Hypatia, talking to us all in her soothing voice as we were strapped to the chairs. All of us had glassy expressions on our faces, as if we weren't quite awake.

"Being seen without makeup makes you feel terrible."

In a daze, we all repeated what she said. "Being seen without makeup makes me feel terrible."

She continued and we repeated every phrase after her.

"Every moment of your life, you must make yourself as girlish as possible. It turns you on. Being a girl makes you feel happy. It's the only thing that makes you feel happy."

Mistress Hypatia paused the video and turned to us. "You've been telling me all your secrets too. In fact, why don't we hear what Lizzie has to say?"

I felt a pit of fear open in my stomach as Mistress Hypatia pushed a button on her remote. I saw my painted and dazed face appear on screen.

"Tell me how you feel about Amy."

"I think about her every night and day. I want her inside me. I need her inside me." On the video, I saw tears appear on my face.

"I love her."

"Very good, Lizzie," Mistress Hypatia replied. "Tell me more."

"I've been trying to fight it. Amy and I, we think if we just pretend, we can escape."

The video stopped. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I looked at Adam in panic, then at Lady Grey. Lady Grey was looking at me like a predator.

"You think you're the first girls who tried to pretend? We've known your plan since the first session. Every week, you've been telling us exactly what you've been thinking."

I jumped out of the sofa out of sheer panic. Maybe I could run, make a break for it. Then, the door to the room opened and I heard a sound: the clacking of dozens of heels on the hard plastic floor, getting closer.

Lady Grey smiled at us. "Tonight, you will embrace your new life fully."

The sound of the heels was getting closer.

"You'll have some help."

In a peel of giggles, a dozen pinks, the brainwashed handmaidens of the facility, filtered into the room, their hard heels hitting the ground. The more rebellious of us, they'd been turned into simpering, prissy girls after repeated sessions in the mindwiping pink room. Each of them was wearing their trademark ridiculous costume, a 1950s housewife dress fashioned from thick PVC, and with their heavy makeup and pigtailed hair, there was practically no telling them apart.

Lady Grey turned to us all. "Tonight, the pinks will bring out the lady that we've been building inside of you. You will experience the first true orgasm of your new life and each hypnotic trigger that Mistress Hypatia has implanted in you will fire. Every remaining particle of maleness will be annihilated."

CHAPTER 23

In a panic, I moved back towards the wall as Tanya and Pearl, two of the most recent inductees to the pink room, led several of their number towards me. I remember when I first saw them- proud, strapping young men. Now there was no trace of masculinity in either of them.

"Stay away from me!"

More of the pinks - they were so many of them- fanned out around the sofa, making sure that no-one else joined my fruitless attempt at rebellion. I shared a final desperate look at Adam, a look I saw mirrored on his own face.

The pinks moved for me- but I wasn't going to go without a fight. As they grappled me, I pushed back with all my might, sending one of them sprawling. I caught sight of Lady Grey, smirking at me. She wasn't even ordering the guards to intervene. That made me furious. Another couple of pinks moved for me and with a yell, I twisted out of their grasp. But more of them, six at least, had me backed in a corner. They were- they were giggling.

"Looks like we need to calm our sister down girls!"

Moving as one, the pinks dog piled me, bringing me to the floor. With their superior numbers, there was nothing I could do to fight back. Three of the pinks sat on me while another two held my arms tight. I looked up to see Lady Grey sneering at me. "That was your last ever masculine outburst. Not the best I've seen. Ladies?"

They lifted up my body and I felt like I was flying. We left the room and I was carried through the corridors. There was no sound but the clacking of heels on the floor and the squeaking and stretching of their dresses as the procession brought us all deeper into the facility. I continued to struggle, but with no success. I glanced around at Adam and the others. The fear on their faces was plain to see, but none of them wanted to go through what I'd just gone through.

Another wall opened and we were led into a strange room. There was a huge circular bed at its centre. Around it were several podiums, each just large enough for one person. Eight podiums - eight of us. I had a sinking feeling. Lady Grey spoke.

"The pinks will help you get comfortable."

The pinks frogmarched me to a podium. They clipped two restraints around my ankles. As they worked, a hatch in the ceiling above me opened, revealing an inky black space. A set of thick cuffs descended on ropes from the darkness and the two of them tightened them around my wrists. After a few minutes, all of us were restrained on the podiums. I hang in my cuffs, unable to move. Tanya spoke to me, gently.

"I know it's scary, but you can relax. You're going to enjoy your new life so much."

Then, Tanya and Pearl moved behind me and started loosening my corset. As each of us was methodically stripped of our clothing, Lady Grey walked around us.

"Tonight, you will be put through part of the conditioning that the pinks undergo. A full mindwipe will not be necessary. Each of you has already been sculpted into something beautiful and unique. The conditioning will simply bring your new desires to the surface... permanently."

After a few minutes, each of us from the special education wing was naked. Tanya threw my clothes into a bin and Pearl approached me with a bra like none I'd ever seen before. It was made from latex, but thick and stiff. Tanya and Pearl pulled the bra onto me and it compressed my breasts together and put them on display. As they clicked shut the clasp, I felt a warm vibration from it. It was soothing - and arousing.

"Good girl," Pearl said, as she used her other hand to stroke my face. "We wear these every time we go to the pink room. But that's not the best bit!"

Lady Grey addressed the pinks. "Time to give them your special knickers!" There was giggling and clapping from around the room.

Tanya kneeled in front of Pearl and reached up under her skirt, pulling down Tanya's underwear. Tanya gave a small feminine gasp as her underwear came free. Like the bra, it was formed out of pink PVC, but was thick- almost a couple of inches deep. Tanya came up to me, holding out the underwear for inspection. "These are my special pink room panties." Tanya and Pearl moved closer to me. "Don't worry, I've got it nice and warm for you." She lifted the underwear up to my face. I recoiled, but she pushed it into my nose. I smelled sweat, perfume, and below that, an earthy smell. Tanya gave me a smile. "I made it wet too. You'll feel it soon."