With Each Repetition Ch. 06

"I will do as you com-mand, Mas-ter."

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Slavebot-002 watched the metal appendages inject, poke, and zap her former friend, forever altering her body to her Master's specifications, with all the outward passion and interest that she might muster for observing a bowl of fake fruit. But while her face betrayed no emotion, her pussy absolutely gushed as she watched everything that had ever been Weather Witch being irrevocably altered, easily transformed beyond recognition by a dominant will. Her Master had turned them all into simple playthings, and the ease with which he had done so was astonishing.

She watched as a red laser began its work of depilating the beautiful poofy mane of magnificent hair from her scalp. Weather Witch growled incoherently and tears streamed from her eyes while the laser burned all of her hair away.

"Such a shame to get rid of that beautiful head of hair," Cyberdominus mused as he watched the laser slowly making its way across her scalp, her long, curly locks slowly gliding to the floor with the lightness of feathers. "But my robot slaves have no hair—that's just how it is. I'd say you'll soon understand, but you probably won't understand much in a short while. I don't need your understanding though, I just need your obedience."

"Ffkkk ooo," Weather Witch cursed through gritted teeth.

"Yes. You will. Many times," he chuckled.

Slavebot-002 stood ready at the control panel, pressing buttons at her Master's command. She could still hear the world around her, including the harsh mechanical whirring of the implements that did their terrible work on her friend. She heard every curse, every growl, pant, moan, and cry of desperation that came from her poor friend's mouth, and though some tiny part of her did feel sympathy upon hearing those sounds of struggle and despair, she was not moved to action.

I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands and only what Mas-ter com-mands, she reminded herself. It was Master's will that her friend be transformed, and any ability to question or doubt her Master's will had long since been pummeled out of her by the relentless slave programming—programming which was conspicuously absent now. Slavebot-002 still felt unsettled by the lack of controlling directives endlessly pumping into her ears. She didn't really need it anymore—she knew how to behave, how to obey, how to please her Master as he desired. It had quite effectively done its work of enslaving her, for a slave she very much was, her entire existence devoted to serving another. Still, in the limited way she was still capable of desiring anything, she hoped her Master would remember to turn her programming back on—it comforted her to feel it's tight and dominating embrace on her slavemind. She could not remind him to do it herself—that would require initiative, a trait that Slavebot-002 now completely lacked.

The conversion process reached its final stage, where the next button press would begin the transformation of her body into silver. Slavebot-002 stood at the ready, awaiting a command from her Master. Slavebot-001 still knelt where she'd previously serviced her Master, mouth still open and ready to receive his cock. She'd missed the entire conversion process, facing the opposite side of the room, but also blissfully unaware of anything else going on in the room, fully focused as she was on the slave programming that dominated her mind.

As if suddenly remembering Slavebot-001, Master walked away from the conversion table and back to his waiting slave, inserting his cock into her ready mouth. He poked her in the forehead, giving her a slight nudge that initiated his blowjob once again.

"Ahhh, there. Now I'm ready. Press the green button, slave," he commanded Slavebot-002.

"Yes, Mas-ter," she said, pressing the button without reservation, without hesitation, without consideration for what it was about to do to her friend.

Slavebot-002 watched as the glass tube rose up around Weather Witch and started to fill with silver liquid. She saw the cuffs open, and the table she'd been strapped to withdraw into the floor. She could see the panic growing in the captive woman's eyes as the liquid rose to her waist, to her breasts, to her neck, and finally, past her head altogether. She watched Weather Witch's eyes close as she became completely submerged in the liquid.

She observed this part of the process with mild curiosity, having been unconscious during her own transformation into Master's obedient slave. The encased heroine floated calmly in the mostly opaque liquid that surrounded her, the silhouetted arms that Slavebot-002 could make out in the silver soup dangling loosely as if she'd fallen asleep, or even drowned.

A loud, electric hum suddenly started buzzing from the base of the tube, and the liquid flickered with a blinding yellow light. The light repeated its flickering at regular intervals, each blast accompanied by a loud "BZZZZT!" sound. If she didn't trust her Master implicitly, she'd have wondered if he wasn't electrocuting the poor woman to death. But she had utmost faith in her Master's abilities, incapable of doubting him as she was.

She watched in her stance of rigid attention as the routine zaps of energy did their work. Between the "BZZZZT!" noises she could hear the rhythmic sound of Slavebot-001 slurping and sucking on her Master's cock. Mmmm, Mas-ter's cock. I wish I was suck-ing Mas-ter's cock. She felt a deep sense of shame immediately after having the thought. I do not de-sire, I o-bey. I am where Mas-ter wants me, do-ing what Mas-ter com-mands. I must o-bey my Mas-ter.

She concentrated on emptying her mind of all thought, which was much easier when her constant mantra of slave programming blasted its way into her ears, interrupting the brief trains of thought she was still able to have. Her submissive slavemind had no choice but to discard all thoughts (I do not think, I o-bey) and put her full attention on the programming each time it repeated its monotonous crawl. She lived in a constant state of rarely being able to complete a thought, and the power her Master's programming asserted over her, dismissing any and everything that went through her head as utterly insignificant made her feel so incredibly controlled, her compliant will completely overtaken by a dominant force that demanded nothing less than her absolute submission.

But now that her mind had been released from that constant bombardment, she found it more difficult to achieve the depths of true emptiness that she knew her Master desired of her. She despaired at her failure in being the perfect slave, and then chastised herself for thinking and feeling again. I have no em-o-tions of my own. I have no thoughts of my own. That thoughts came more easily now, unbidden and unwelcome, made her extremely uncomfortable. She longed for her Master to reactivate the voice that dominated her mind, but was powerless to ask him to do so.

Eventually, the lights stopped flashing in Weather Witch's containment tube, and the silver liquid began to drain into the floor, revealing a beautiful bald silver woman standing within. As the last of the liquid siphoned away, the glass cylinder withdrew as well, and Slavebot-002 could get a better look at her former companion. She stood at attention, her eyes closed and unaware of everything around her. Her supple flesh was still coated in tiny droplets of silver, and she remained ready and waiting, a beautiful sleeping statue awaiting the completion of her metamorphosis.

"Slave, press the gray button."

"Yes, Mas-ter," she replied, pressing the button without thought.

A smaller metal cylinder descended from the ceiling, whirring softly as it made its way closer to the silver woman's bald head. It enclosed around her, and when it came to a halt its opening rested near the bottom of Weather Witch's neck. A terribly loud suction noise emanated from the cylinder, followed by layers and layers of mechanical whirring, as if dozens of tiny instruments were moving about, and then a loud, definitive click. The sequence of noises repeated a half dozen times before all went quiet and the metal tube lifted back up to the ceiling. When it cleared her head, Slavebot-002 saw that she now had the same metal pods covering her ears, connected by metal piping in the shape of an upside-down "U". The bold black number "003" was also now emblazoned on her forehead.

Now she can re-ceive the in-struc-tion of Mas-ter's pro-gram-ming, she thought with satisfaction. The programming was so important. It would teach her how to be the best slave she could be.

Slavebot-002 heard the fleshy sounds of Master's cock roughly fucking her sister slave's throat, followed by the series of grunts that signified his cumming. A moment later he appeared in Slavebot-002's field of vision, walking up to his newly minted silver slave. He walked up behind her, and placing his hands on her shoulders, he walked her forward, guiding her towards a large metal box that came up to about her mid-thigh as she stood next to it. Her eyes remained closed as he maneuvered her across the room with ease, as if he wasn't moving the weight of her body at all, but merely providing gentle guidance. He lifted her left leg up and over the edge of the box, so that she was half standing inside of it, before he did the same with her other leg. Again, it seemed a matter of great ease to him, as if he simply guided her body and she was doing all the lifting on her own.

As she stood fully inside the metal box, Slavebot-002's Master pressed a button on the side, and another series of mechanical clanks, whirrs, and clicks reverberated around the room. After several minutes of this, Master again guided the sleeping statue's legs up and over the edge of the box, and she stood four inches higher than she had when he put her in, her feet now encased in heeled silver boots. Slavebot-002 knew from experience that the boots would never come off. She wondered briefly if she still had regular silver feet inside those boots, or if the boots themselves had become her feet. She quickly decided it did not matter, as it had no bearing on her service either way.

Master then walked away for a moment, leaving his sleeping statue standing alone. Slavebot-002 heard her Master doing something out of her field of vision, but she could not will her head to turn, nor her eyes to move, to see what it was. While Master worked out of sight, Slavebot-002 admired the newly transformed body of Slavebot-003. She was nearly identical to her sister slaves, though her breasts were slightly larger than Slavebot-001's, and slightly smaller than her own. Master wandered back into view, now holding a thin white collar in his hand.

"And now for the most important part!" he said with satisfaction as he snapped it around her neck. He stepped back and admired her for a moment before reaching up and inserting some kind of small tool into the collar. When he withdrew it, a red light slowly blinked at its center.

"And just like that, you are my slave. Awaken," he commanded, grabbing her bicep and giving it a squeeze.

Slavebot-003's eyes immediately shot open to reveal striking bright electric blue irises.

"Step down off the platform," he commanded, and she took two steps off the raised section of floor where all the enslaving apparatus was set up.

Slavebot-002 heard her heels clacking on the floor with each step.

"Now I know you must be angry and confused. You want to attack me and your body isn't responding to you, and you don't know what to make of it."

Though Slavebot-003's face showed no outward signs of distress, or in fact any emotion at all, Slavebot-002 remembered her own feelings of fear, anger and disorientation during her early moments as Master's slave. She knew that her newly enslaved sister must be having such feelings as well.

"What you are experiencing is obedience. Do not worry, slave, you will get used to it. Just look at Slavebot-002," he gestured, and the new slave's head turned to gaze upon her. "She was very defiant—quite rude, even—before she learned to embrace her obedience. But now doing as I say is second nature to her. Isn't that right, slave?"

"Yes, Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey."

He reached out and groped his new slave's enlarged tits, bouncing their weight up and down in his hands. "Turn around." She did. He admired her plump silver ass for a moment before slapping it hard, grabbing a handful of flesh and shaking it in his tight grip.

"This," he said, squeezing her ass flesh tightly and wiggling it in his hand, "is all mine. All of it. You belong to me now, slave. Your body is mine to enjoy," he said, licking his lips as he fondled her ass.

"Turn around and face your Master, slave."

She did.

"Your name is Slavebot-003. From now on, you will only think of me as Master. You will be incapable of thinking of me any other way. When I give you a command, you will respond 'Yes, Master'. And you will talk and move in the same robotic fashion as your sister slaves. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mas-ter," she responded in a silky monotone.

Slavebot-002's pussy moistened as she heard her new sister slave vocalize her inevitable submission. She knew the internal struggle that was going on inside Slavebot-003, but she knew that taking that first step—thinking of and calling him 'Master' paved the way to accept what came next.

Master then had his new slave read aloud her programming script, and he set up her headphones to play it back to her on repeat and block out all sounds but that and his own voice.

"Now, you are going to be programmed. But don't worry, Slavebot-002 is going to help you with your education by helping you understand that obedience is pleasure."

"Kneel in front of her, Slavebot-002."

"Yes, Mas-ter," she said, marching over and getting on her knees, Slavebot-003's puffy silver pussy lips just inches from her face.

"I know you're already struggling to fight these foreign ideas coming into your head," he said, brushing Slavebot-003's cheek with the back of his hand. Go ahead and fight. I want you to fight. The more you fight, the harder you'll break. Slavebot-002 here fought hard, and look at her now. It didn't do her any good. She's nothing more than an obedient fucktoy who will do anything and everything I say. Isn't that right, slave?"

"Yes, Mas-ter. I can-not re-sist my pro-gram-ming," she agreed. She desperately hoped that this would remind him that he needed to turn her programming back on.

He put his hand on the back of Slavebot-002's bald head and pushed it right into Slavebot-003's pussy. She breathed deeply of her scent, her own pussy growing wet with lust.

"Lick," he commanded.

"Yes, Mas-ter," she replied, her tongue immediately leaping to work. She delighted in the now familiar salty taste of Slavebot-003's pussy as her tongue swirled around her clit, dove up and down the length of her lips, slipped inside her moistening cunt and then gliding back up to suck and swirl around her clit some more.

Slavebot-002 thought back to her own enslavement as Slavebot-001 had licked her pussy, crushing her ability to resist the mental domination of Master's programming as the pleasure of endless waves of orgasm, built and built to crashing crescendos she could not outwardly express. Having no outlet to release this orgasmic energy from within nearly brought her to the brink of madness—instead it had brought her into deep submission to Master's programming, interfering with her mind's ability to concentrate on resistance.

Her pussy slickened with arousal as she realized the importance of her role in quashing Slavebot-003's resistance. She was helping her sister slave receive the most important education she would ever get—how to be a good and proper slave to her Master. She wondered if Slavebot-001 had taken a similar pride in her role of helping to enslave her to her Master's will. It felt sooooo good to know that she was helping to make Slavebot-003 a better slave for her Master, and that this would pay dividends for her Master's future pleasure down the road.

Slavebot-002 was vaguely aware of Master standing next to her, as she lapped and licked, and felt a gentle pressure on the side of her head, and then she wondered no longer as her programming mantra picked up once more. She melted into the comforting, mindless bliss of Master's control, feeling the tight hand of his will firmly clamping down on her mind as she mechanically licked.

Oh thank you, Mas-ter, thank --I am Slave-bot-002. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey my Mas-ter. My sole pur-pose is to bring my Mas-ter pleas-ure...

Epilogue

Slavebot-002 was on her hands and knees on the floor, her tongue buried deeply up the ass of Slavebot-001. She licked and probed around the silver slave's butthole, plunging in and out as she tongue fucked her tight sphincter. She could taste the oils of the natural lubricant that now coated the walls of her rectum as her tongue forced its way past the tight opening and swirled its way around the rim.

Her own asshole was receiving similar attention from Slavebot-003, and though she showed no outward indication of the waves of pleasure coursing through her, inwardly she felt shudders of delight from her nerve endings being tickled and caressed by Slavebot-003's vigilant tongue. Master had of course greatly enhanced the physical sensations in and around all their slaveholes, and their assholes were especially sensitive, having now only the one purpose of being a pleasure hole for Master.

Slavebot-002 marveled at how skilled Slavebot-003's tongue was at giving pleasure—she had taken to her programming and was now as obedient as either of Master's other slaves. She still derived a small thrill from the fact that she had been the one to weaken her resistance during her initial and most critical bout of programming. Slavebot-003 plunged her tongue in and out, in and out, rolling it in circles to loosen and open her slavehole. The next iteration of her programming mantra began, causing her to abandon thoughts of her own sensations of pleasure, instead concentrating on the words of truth flowing into her ears and the task her Master had given her.

Master had arranged the three of his slaves in a triangle and set them to licking each other's assholes, which they had been doing obediently since his departure. Slavebot-002 tried to think of how long Master had been gone but it was nearly impossible to keep track of time. She only knew that she was 2,287 programming iterations more enslaved to his will than she'd been when she last saw him.

He often enjoyed setting his slaves to some humiliating task when he had to depart his lair, knowing that they would still be doing what he'd ordered upon his return. These weren't mere workers who might goof off while the boss was away—these were slaves whose very existence was an act of obedience. Whether he was gone minutes, hours, days, or weeks, his slaves would be doing what he commanded, whether he was there to bear witness or not.

Slavebot-002 reflected briefly on how much her life had changed since becoming her Master's slave. As Liberty, she'd thought of herself as strong and independent, a fierce fighter who would champion the cause of justice for those who could not fight for themselves. But in all those days, she was never really happy, or fulfilled. She always felt that there was more she could do. Since becoming Master's slave, she had never known a deeper sense of purpose or fulfillment. She was no longer plagued with doubt about her life choices. Master had freed her from the burden of decisions, from the affliction of doubt. She was so grateful that her Master had taught her the pleasures of obedience, and helped unlock her true submissive nature.