The Facility Pt. 07

NOTE: Thanks so much again for all the lovely feedback and sorry this took so long! It's almost the ending: there's one more chapter to go(I know I keep saying this :) )

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 24

In my dreams, I floated naked through the dark.

My body wasn't as it was a few months ago. Looking down, I could see the cleft of my new breasts. My skin was soft, smooth, my body rounded and hairless.

In the distance, a speck of light began to dawn on the horizon. It grew larger and larger until I realised it was the sun, breaking over endless fields of golden wheat. I floated above it all, exposed to the world, yet unashamed. I didn't feel the cold, only the warmth of the sun as her rays washed over my body-

-and I slowly began to wake to the soft lights of the facility, gently shining orange, but growing in intensity. We were all still wrapped in the thick PVC dresses that we'd been sealed into last night, the dresses in which we'd been driven to orgasm again and again, the dresses in which we'd finally declared our love for the prissy, female future that awaited us.

I was curled around Amy. She'd had a different name before last night, but I couldn't remember it. I couldn't remember my own either. Looking at her sleeping features, her soft skin, the freckles and the makeup smeared by last night's passion, I couldn't help but feel a desire for her that ran to my core. A part of me knew that what we felt for each other was the result of the processing, the brainwashing that had turned our brains inside out over the last few months. But its details were beginning to fade and I knew only one thing: being close to Amy made me feel less alone.

I pulled her close, gently kissing the warm, soft skin of her neck. There was a feminine scent with just the tang of sweat underneath it. Amy moaned softly and pulled me close without opening her eyes. I felt her tongue, warm and sweet, almost shyly push its way into my mouth.

We continued to kiss as the morning lights slowly grew in intensity. Around us, we heard the crinkling of PVC as our fellow sisters as they began to wake up. Amy opened her eyes and I saw a fear in them. She leaned in, whispering.

"I- I can't remember my old name. Where I'm from- who I was..."

"I can't either. Whatever they wanted to do to us, it worked."

I saw a tear, running down Amy's face.

"I'm scared."

So was I.

There was little time to dwell though. A partition in the wall opened and in walked Lady Grey, flanked by her guards. There was a smug smile on her face.

"Morning girls. You put on quite the show last night."

A sharp authority entered her voice.

"Line up in front of me. Now."

The life returning to our limbs, we slowly clambered out of the circular bed, presenting ourselves for inspection. We were a sorry sight: our makeup smeared, our hair a tangled mess. The thick and shiny 1950s PVC dresses we wore were the only thing that showed no signs of wear.

"Congratulations. All of you have finished your time in the special education wing. In just a few minutes, you will rejoin the rest of your sisters for the grand show."

"You will find that the memories of your former life have already begun to fade. We have remade you, subborned your male desires into the perfect little plaything for our clients."

Lady Grey began to walked around us.

"Melanie and Lara. Both of you were playboys. Now, that sex drive will make you party girl sluts. Leah and Roberta- in your former life, you were star athletes. That ambition, that drive to win... it'll make you two of the finest cheerleaders we have. Izzie and Petunia: both of you had quite the kinky tastes, didn't you? That'll serve you well as our fetish models. And finally, Lizzie and Amy..."

She turned to us with a smile.

"My favourites. Both of you tried to resist. Both of you felt shame at what we were turning you into. That shame will persist: you'll be shy, obedient, unsure... but the desires we've given you are irresistible. Behind closed doors, you'll be the biggest sluts of them all."

It was too much for Amy. She began to sob. I turned to her and gave her a big hug, talking softly. "It'll be alright."

Lady Grey continued.

"Soon, you shall enter the next phase of your life. A phase from which you cannot return. It's time to get ready."

She took a remote out from the folds of her uniform and clicked a switch. There was an almost imperceptible click from the back of our dresses.

"Strip. Leave only your underwear. "

Our dresses now unlocked, we helped each other peel off the long dresses and petticoats that were part of the pink room uniforms. Before long, each of us were standing in front of her wearing nothing but the bizarre underwear each of us had been forced into. A bra and a pair of panties, both a few inches thick, their soft plastic mechanisms capable of driving each of us into paroxysm of desire at the push of a button.

"It's time for the big show."

CHAPTER 25

Still in our underwear, we followed Lady Grey and her guards through the endless white corridors of the facility.

As we turned a corner, we heard the hubbub of activity, chatting, and more. When a partition in the wall opened, the sound grew louder. We were gestured inside.

It looked like a backstage theatre room. There dozens of mirrors, makeup stations, chairs, and guards buzzing around, getting the rest of our sisters ready for the show. Each of them was an exaggerated icon of femininity: there were can-can dancers, maids, playboy bunnies, medieval princesses, and more. Also present were those of us who'd been brainwashed in the pink room - about a third of our number - each resplendent and completely indistinguishable in their pink room dresses.

Lady Grey addressed us.

"Get changed girls. You've got some catching up to do."

Two guards came over and took me by the hands. I stole a last glance at Amy, herself now flanked by two guards, and was led over to a makeup station with a dress bag on it.

They unzipped the bag: inside was my Bo Peep costume, freshly laundered and ready for prime time.

With the guard's help, I started putting it on. First the petticoat, then the heavy fabric of the dress itself, resplendent in white and pink with its frills and satin bows. I felt my new breasts squeeze against the material. Then, the makeup: a layer of foundation, then two red circles were daubed onto my cheeks. The guard styled my hair into elaborate pigtails and tied pink bows to it. The final touch: a huge pink bonnet, its frills a constant presence at the edges of my vision. I looked around and saw each of us was from the special education wing was getting an extravagant makeup job. Izzie, in her PVC basque, was having her hair stuffed under a severe black pixie cut wig, her lipstick gothic and black. Melanie and Lara were both applying red wet look lipstick.

I looked up to see Amy. My mouth ran dry. In her ballet outfit with its stiff tutu, sparkles daubed on her skin, and an elegant tiara perched atop her head, she looked like royalty. She approached, gave my hand a squeeze, and I spoke to her.

"You look so beautiful."

She squeezed my hand tight. "So do you," she replied.

Lady Grey approached us.

"Girls, you look lovely. Now, quiet. Can you hear that?"

As we all stopped our commotion, we could hear something. The murmuring of a large audience. "The guests have taken their seats. Soon, you will show yourself to the world. As we rehearsed, enter stage in alphabetical order, execute your dance number, and introduce yourself. Then, take your pre-assigned position and wait for the next girl to come out."

"Yes Mistress."

"The audience has come to expect something a little extra from the girls who've passed through the special education wing."

Lady Grey took out her remote and pushed a couple of buttons. We felt a humming coming from the mechanisms in our underwear. My breasts were being massaged, my member constantly teased.

"Tonight, you will perform on the edge, girls. Enjoy yourself. I know you will."

With that, the guards gestured us towards the door. The sound of the crowd got louder and louder as we approached.

It was time to perform.

CHAPTER 26

As we emerged onto the backstage area, I was almost overwhelmed by the sounds of the unseen audience. There was shouted conversation, raucous laughter. There, waiting in the dark behind the wings, where the rest of my sisters. Guards frogmarched us into place. The pinks were to go out on stage first, followed by the rest of us.

I waited on my mark between two of my other sisters, one in a Snow White dress, the other in swimwear. My belly was doing flip flops and I was getting both terrified and hornier and hornier as the underwear continued to massage me. I was about to show the world what the facility had remade me into. I loved it- and a small part of me felt such shame at loving it.

The bubbly Mistress Cordelia headed down the line, checking our costumes for the tiniest details. We waited and waited, each in our own thoughts, until the lights of the stage began to dim. It was showtime.

Peering through the wings, I could see Lady Grey walking out onto stage. The crowd erupted into applause. Behind her, a large tiered platform where we were to stand after introducing ourselves.

"Welcome. Thank you for your time tonight. I've no doubt that our new stock will delight residents both new and regular."

Residents? What was Lady Grey talking about?

"First, our new influx of pinks. Predictable, reliable, utterly feminine, and driven by little more than desire to delight."

The stage hands gestured the pinks on stage and. They moved as one and, from the curtain, I saw their identical forms laughing, giggling, and winking to the crowd. They lined up and curtsied as one, each holding hands.

Lady Grey continued. "Each will be available for hire from next week. Those interested in more long term arrangements, please contact a member of my team. Move on girls!"

In a flutter of giggles and flirtatious winks, the pinks sashayed their way onto the top of the tiered stage.

Lady Grey continued. "Now, the first of our more unique products. Amy is fresh from the special education wing."

Amy looked back at me, a look of tension in her face, as two guards marched her forward. She stepped onto stage and the roar of applause was almost deafening. I saw her, looking at the audience, dazed by the attention she was getting.

"Sweet, insecure, and looking for a big strong man to guide her."

An elegant bit of classical music started play. Lady Grey turned to Amy. "Show them what you can do."

In almost Pavlovian response to the music, Amy recovered and began her performance. It was a beautiful, graceful number, her legs stretching and leaping in perfect time to the music. Then, she approached the microphone and announced in a sweet, shy voice: "Hello. My name is Amy and I'm passionate about Ballet." Another surge of applause and wolf whistles, and Amy took her position on the stand.

One by one, we went up. I was getting closer and closer to the front of the queue. The bride swished and sashayed onto the stage with a bouquet of flowers that she threw into the audience. Izzie went up, executed a perfect splitz in her PVC basque, and moaned as she massaged her breasts. Leah went out in her cheerleader costume and embarked on an amazing dance routine, introducing herself in a bubbly, preppy voice. Finally it was my turn. Any second, I would be called out. I felt my underwear, touching my member harder, driving me right to the brink-

"LIZZZIE!"

In a daze, I walked out onto the stage. I felt the heat of the stagelights on my makeup, but beyond their dazzling shine, I could see the dim shapes of a massive audience. For a second, I just stood there - and then the applause started. It washed over me and I felt a surge of acceptance as I curtseyed to their approval. I glid across the stage, my legs moving nimbly as I was taught, and I knew that to the audience, it was like I was floating across the stage. Being seen like this, being so exposed in my frilly dresses, knowing that I was being seen and desired- it turned me on so much. I got to the end of my number and walked up to the microphone. I was on the edge of orgasm, but somehow, the worlds stumbled out in a small, insecure voice.

"I'm Lizzie and I love frilly dresses."

I walked over to join the rest of the girls on stage and stood there with a rictus grin, watching the rest of us filter out. There were can-can dancers, maids, and a Snow White still to go. Within an hour, the last girl finished her routine, and Lady Grey took the microphone.

"We're very proud of our graduates this year. Each of you will get to meet our girls in the bar area afterwards. Bidding will take place immediately after. May I remind you that the training you've seen is just the tip of the iceberg. Should you purchase one of our girls, we'll take your instructions, turning them into whatever and whoever you want."

A rapturuous round of applause from the crowd. Lady Grey smiled as the curtain fell. As the applause continued, she turned to address us.

"Congratulations girls! But the most important part of the evening lies ahead. Our audience has come not just for the show, but to meet the product. You."

She smiled.

"You shall flirt and charm with your feminine graces. You'll even be allowed to drink, should our guests want to buy. I expect you all to be sweet, submissive and compliant. At the end of the drinks, our guests will submit their bids. Soon, you will have a new owner and your new life will begin."

CHAPTER 27

A few minutes later, we filtered into the bar area. As instructed, we filed out in pairs. I was holding hands with Amy and I knew we must have made an odd pair: the fairytale Bo Peep and the ballet dancer. We were all greeted with applause and wolfwhistles. We were still being stimulated by our underwear and we were still feeling horny.

Amy and I were soon separated in the rush of guests, a mixture of well dressed men and women. I curtsied each one in greeting. I was asked again and again how I felt about wearing dresses- "I love it and I can't imagine wearing anything else" - whether I liked being a girl - "Yes" and what I wanted: "to make you happy." A few guests wanted to check that my breasts were real. I offered them up, gasping at their firm squeezes as they checked the goods on sale. For every guest, I did my best to act as I'd been taught: laughing at their jokes and shyly flirting with them.

I could see my sisters going through a similar time. Izzie was in rapt conversation with a man in his early forties, his eyes roaming her body. Amy was still in her ballet outfit, talking to a set of giggling women in their early thirties, all laughing together as they played with her tutu.

I was pulled from this reverie by a tap on the shoulder. A familiar voice: "You were wonderful tonight."

I turned around to see Petal. She was wearing a flowing vintage dress in bright yellow and had her arms around the waist of a handsome man in a business suit. "This is my husband, Mike." I was stunned, but the training took over immediately. I curtsied and gave Mike a smile. "Hello Mike." Mike took my hand and kissed it. I couldn't help but emit a giggle.

"I was a bad wife to Mike. So he sent me back here-" Mike cut her off. "And now you're exactly how I want you." Mike put his arms around Petal and gave her a long passionate kiss. Petal moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Petal collected herself and turned to me. "Lizzie's the one I told you about. She's a very sweet girl." Mike looked me up and down. "I'd pay good money for you princess. But I've got a friend I want you to meet. BRAD!"

A man in his mid twenties came out of the crowd. He looked like a classic, handsome jock: square jawed, fine blonde hair, and a tight shirt that showed off his muscles. He caught sight of me and I saw a hungry look in his eye. I felt a surge of pride. He was attracted to me, I knew it. I curtsied to Brad and gave him a small smile. "Hello Brad."

"Then I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Say your goodbyes, Petal. We've got a long night ahead of us." Petal giggled and I felt a stab of worry. I'd missed Petal.

"You're going?"

Petal nodded.

"Will I see you again?"

Petal gave me a smile. "You will. I promise. After graduation, there'll be an arrangement. Don't worry about it."

She gave me a hug and held me tight. "I missed you." I told her. She whispered into my ear. "We'll be together soon." With that, Petal and Mike disappeared into the crowd and I was left alone with Brad.

He stepped in close, making no attempt to hide the fact that his eyes were roving my body. "I like your dress."

I looked down. "Thank you."

"Tell me what underwear you're wearing."

"Special knickers. They make me appreciate life"

He stepped in close and I gasped as he put a hand over my groin. He pushed, massaging it, and I let out a high pitched gasp. "You sound just like a girl."

"Yes Brad."

"A girl that would do anything I say."

"Yes Brad."

I spent the next hour talking to Brad. He was blunt, rude, and domineering, asking questions about the training regime, how horny I was feeling, whether I wanted to escape still. The training had sunk in deep and I gave the answers without thinking. "No, I'm much happier now." "I've loved every moment of my training."

Brad cut me off halfway through another rehearsed answer. "Are you attracted to guys?" I batted my eyelashes at him. "Yes. Especially handsome guys like you." He stepped in close, his frame dwarfing my own. He rested his arms on my shoulders. "Don't pretend. Don't give me the answer they told you to." Something about this felt wrong - but my past life, my past self was a haze. I was horny, I was attracted to a guy for the first time in my life, and I couldn't fight it any more. I stuttered and whispered the only truthful answer I had left. "You're making me so horny."

I looked down in shame. Brad's face lit up in a smile. "Good."

At the end of the evening, the mistresses called all present to the dancefloor. Brad took my hand and led me onto the stage. Positioning me with his firm hands, I was soon nestling my head on his chest as he lead me in a slow dance. His arms were around my waist, occasionally straying to cup my arse. I looked around at the rest of the floor. All of us were here, dancing with our new clients. Amy had her arms around a man in his early forties, her eyes locked to his in a passionate gaze. Then, there was Izzie, squeezed between two older, domineering looking woman. One woman's tongue was stuck down Izzie's throat and Izzie was sucking on it as the other woman squeezed her arse. There were cheerleaders, brides, can-can dancers- all of us had been singled out and coupled up in some way.

Brad pulled me tighter and whispered into my ear. "You're mine." All I could think to reply was "Yes." He moved his mouth close to my neck and I shivered as I felt his stubble tickling my now smooth skin. "They're going to make you perfect."

After a few minutes, the music came to a stop. Lady Grey clapped her hands. "I'm afraid the time has come for your night to end. Girls, please follow the mistresses out. Our esteemed guests, we'll start the bidding process shortly."

As I left, I stole a last look at Brad, but he wasn't even looking my way. His eyes were firmly set Lady Grey, ready to make his bid.

A set of guards let us down through the plastic corridors. All of us were in a daze as we walked, confused, horny, and tired. The room we were lead to wasn't our usual sleeping quarters: instead, it was a room with a soft, mattress like floor, with several thick pillows paid out.