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Chapter 22
Immediately a tall woman entered the room. She was had long legs and was in fantastic shape, especially for someone in her mid 40’s. Her name was Felitsata Grigorevna. Like Dr. Olga she was the product of a super secret KGB cell that was put together in the mid 1980’s to battle capitalist crusaders. She had been trained in many different areas, almost all of them with an emphasis on sexual punishment and interrogation. She was as close to an ideal employee as anyone could have possibly dreamt for Natasha.
When her group was decommissioned, along with most of the KGB, in the early 1990’s Natasha swooped in and hired her and the rest of the notorious “Red Squad”. Next to partnering with Dr. Olga, it was the smartest business move she had ever made.
Felitsata and her entire group were all cold, heartless and completely emotionless, which was a prerequisite for anyone working involved in this kind of blood curdling work. Natasha watched from the shadows from a chair in the corner as Comrade Felitsata and her team escorted the very nervous Sarah into the room. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back as one woman removed her bra as two others lowered her panties. Sarah remained quiet and nervous as the four women spoke in unintelligible, yet crisp and concise Russian dialogue to each other. It was clear they had done this before.
Natasha smiled as Sarah’s panties were lowered. Her pussy was neatly shaved and must have been done just before she was put on the plane, which was so like Ms. Satoshi she thought. This would save the Russians a step. Natasha was disappointed yet hardly surprised that Sarah was not wearing her chastity belt. But those were expensive, and NEVER came back with the girls. Oh well, Satoshi paid for it, she would surely find another girl to wear it.
Next Sarah was taken to the corner of the room and forced to stand over a drain. She was hosed down with rubbing alcohol on her breasts, pussy and ass. Next a padded blindfold was placed securely over her eyes.
“I want you to listen only to me now.” Felitsata said, in heavily accented English. “We are going to try and make this as easy as possible.” Sarah listened closely as she felt cold gel being applied to each of her nipples and then two squirts onto her cunt. Finally she could fell something being pressed into each spot where the gel was.
Natasha watched her former slave being led over to the center of the room. She was glad for Sarah’s sake that the blindfold was in place, as she would not like what she saw being done to her.
Here, in the middle of the room, she was positioned into a multilevel steel and leather covered restraint apparatus which would completely immobilize her for an extended period of time. Sarah was bent over a padded steel bar, at the waist, while her knees were put on cushioned leather rails, leaving her in a kneeling position with her ass pointing slightly upward. Tightly coiled chains connected to leather belts rendered her virtually unable to move but still left rather easy access to her breasts and pussy from below. Her arms here secured by Velcro straps at the elbow while her wrists and ankles were cuffed with high quality padded leather cuffs. She was going to be here for a while so token efforts were made to provide her with some level of comfort.
Sarah’s neck was fitted with a collar and attached to a short chain with minimal slack to keep her head from moving too much. Next headphones, ones that covered the entire ear, were placed on her head. This blocked out all sound from the outside. Sarah would only be able to hear what Comrade Felitsata said to her from her headset microphone. Finally another of the Red Squad members crawled under Sarah and attached wires to the four electrodes on the front of her body, one on each nipple the other tow on her cunt.
Natasha had gotten up from her chair, comfortable knowing that Sarah could not see her. She marveled at the efficiency of these women. They were fast moving, having prepared the girl for this process in less then 8 minutes. Equally fascinating to her was that they were just so intimidating to look at. Felitsata was 6 foot 2 inches tall, in great shape for a 45-year-old woman and wore a red skintight bustier, which laced up in the back and to complete the ensemble, she wore matching thigh high boots. Her girls as she called them, were all equally fit, all in their late 30’s or early 40’s and wore matching latex bra and panty sets, their official “uniforms” for this procedure. All had the gold hammer and sickle insignia on their left breast, which only added to their intimidating look. Clearly these outfits were holdovers from their old days in the former Soviet Union.
The leader, Felitsata, took a look at her control panel, carefully looked at all of the many screens and then gave a nod to the others, an indication that everything looked good from her end. It was time to begin.
“Can you hear me Sarah?”
“Yes”, the petrified woman in the stringent bondage said.
“Good, because I want you to listen to me very carefully. You have been secured into place and will not be able to move, or free yourself for any reason, for at least the next several hours, possibly much longer if you do not obey my every command. Am I being clear enough for you?”
Again the terrified girl responded affirmatively.
“You need to understand what is going to happen to you and more importantly how it is going to happen if we are going to get through this. Only by working with me can you get out of here. Do you understand me Sarah?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent, because in a moment you are going to feel sharp jolt in your ass as a special dildo will be inserted into your anus. Don’t fight it Sarah, just accept it inside you. Let it in my dear, because we can not begin until it is inside you.”
Sarah screamed a little bit as the intimidating looking silver tipped dildo started to push its way into her ass. This was not done manually, but rather by machine, which Felitsata carefully manipulated to slowly ease the unwelcome invader into Sarah’s puckered asshole.
At this point Mistress Natasha just sat back in her chair and watched the proceedings unfold. She had sat through these procedures a handful of times before and her reaction was always the same. Initially she was turned on because she liked the utter nastiness of seeing a restrained girl bent over and having a dildo forced up her ass. But after a while the whole procedure repulsed her and she had to leave for her own mental well being. .
Anal Re-education Therapy as it was called was as evil as anything that went on between the walls at Stonebriar. Essentially the process worked by having a specially designed eight-inch rod jammed into a girls’ ass. Natasha had no idea how the rod was actually made or who invented it, but the device had a sophisticated processor and microchip embedded in it that was able to make a girl tell the truth when she was asked a question. That in and of itself made it an extremely valuable tool, but the truly terrifying nature was the device’s ability to change the “truth”, and even more importantly, erase the truth from a woman’s memory all together. In essence ART was a dreadfully sophisticated form of brainwashing. Natasha was uncomfortable with this kind of thing but she knew that subjecting the slave girl to it was the only way to ensure her and Stonebriar’s complete security.
The actually method itself was quite fascinating. Like the Arctic Triangle used on Missy, the process began with series of questions, which were designed to see what Sarah remembered about her whole kidnapping and lesbian conversion 10 years prior. Unlike the Arctic triangle though, where lying was possible, but easily detected, this device made lying impossible. The pivoting and thrusting head of the dildo in Sarah’s ass, expertly controlled by Comrade Felitsata, made the truth the only possible answer. The sophisticated CPU in the middle of the device was able to detect any variance in facts vs. lies and report it instantly back to the operator, where the appropriate action could be taken as needed.
Felitsata began by asking for a complete overview of everything Sarah recalled about her abduction, sexual transformation, training, sale and time spent as a slave, etc. This process took about 45 minutes or so and detailed notes were taken by one of the other Red Squad team members. This was an uncomfortably long time for any woman to have a dildo in her ass, but unfortunately for Sarah they were just getting started. Now came the hard part of erasing all those past experiences and replacing them with new “memories” that would leave no clue as to what really happened to her and why, etc.
“Thank you Sarah, now it is time to begin the difficult part of our evening. But please remember that when we are done, it will all be over and you will be going home, never to return here. You have been very good about being honest with me, now that honesty will come with a price, but it is a price that must be paid to undo the past Sarah and return you home. These last ten years have been hard on you and when we are done you will have no recollection of any of it, I promise you.
Sarah gulped again but said nothing.
“I am now going to ask you a question; you will answer me honestly just like you have been doing all along. When the answer is given and the response is not appropriate you will receive a jolt; First in your breasts, then in your pussy, and if necessary your ass. After that happens Sarah I will give you the correct answer, the answer that I want you to remember, the answer that you will give to anybody that ever asks you that same question again for the rest of your life. Am I making myself clear?”
Sarah was crying out now, tears flowing uncontrollably down her face. She knew this was going to be the worst punishment that she had ever endured, certainly worse then anything done to her during her initial stay here, but she was powerless to stop it. She was getting tired now, her knees were aching horribly, as was the rest of her body from being locked down in this infernal position, but she knew those pains would be a mere postscript in a minute.
“I know it is hard Sarah but try to concentrate, listen only to my voice, you can do this, you must do this if you ever want to leave here!” Her voice was rising again. “Now please tell me what happened to you that day many years ago when you were at that mall in Calgary?”
“I was kidnapped by two women and thrown into a van.” The girl answered hysterically.
Immediately she felt a jolt in her nipples. She moved around a bit, as much as the rigid restraints allowed.
“No Sarah, that is not correct. You ran away from home, you were tired of living in the cold weather there and you wanted to go somewhere new and warm.”
“Now again Sarah, please tell me what happened to you that day many years ago when you were at that mall in Calgary?” Felitsata repeated herself, this time more slowly but also with more urgency.
Again Sarah gave the same answer; she had to, the device in her ass made her tell the truth. This time though the two electrodes started delivering current to her breasts and then a second jolt was given to her cunt, causing her to scream out even louder than before.
Mistress Natasha could tell from experience that this was going to be a long and difficult night. Some girls had an easier time with this than others; sadly for Sarah she was not going to be one of them. She truly felt sorry for the poor Canadian slut, she was put into the impossible position of having no choice but to answer the truth to a question and when she did her body was punished for it. This process would go on for hours, with increasingly levels of pain until every relevant detail of Sarah’s captivity was completely gone and replaced with a manufactured memory. For any girl forced to suffer through it, the pain was beyond imaginable. But it was a necessary price to pay if they wished to have their old lives back.
Natasha sat back for a moment and took the time to marvel at Comrade Grigorevna. Here was a woman that outmatched even her when it came to controlling her emotions. This process would soon become tedious for even the most sadistic of women. Everyone knew it was going to be a long night, possibly even two, for completely reprogramming Sarah. Yet Felitsata showed not even a hint of irritation. She was a pro’s pro, as was the rest of her crack staff. They had a job to do and they were going to do it, no matter how long it took.
Natasha stuck around for another ten minutes or so, more out of respect to the Red Squad than anything else. She never forgot how important their work was and truthfully she enjoyed watching one of her former slaves was being sexually violated for the last time at the hands of a Stonebriar employee. She got up and gave a quick wave to Comrade Felitsata, who politely nodded back and then returned to her work.
The whole process would ultimately take two days, and require four separate sessions to completely reprogram Sarah. When it was over Sarah was made to rest for a day in a private cell, barely conscious and unable to remember anything. She was allowed no visitors; she was simply fed and then showered by the a couple members of the Red Squad, who delighted in getting one last chance to enjoy the fruits her still beautiful body.
When medical clearance was given, she was drugged and then loaded into a car. All former slave girls were taken to Las Vegas; deemed far enough away from central California and a sufficiently large city where someone could be offloaded without a lot of questions being asked. Sarah was taken to a motel room, paid for in cash with a fake ID. There she was plopped onto a bed, still woozy from the drugs, and left only with $20 and her wallet, given back to her after spending 10 years locked away in Natasha’s vault. Various alcohol bottles and prescription drugs were scattered about the room to give the appearance of a woman going on an out of control bender.
That was it. Sarah had spent the last ten years of her life spent as a sexual plaything for an ultra wealthy lesbian slaveholder and now she was being dumped unceremoniously back into the general population without so much as a thank you or a kiss goodbye. Yet she was one of the lucky ones, few of the Stonebriar girls ever got to go home.
Natasha or one of her lower level aides would monitor the internet for any “heartwarming stories” about a girl missing for ten years suddenly returning home. The newly freed former slave girls would always say the same thing to the police, media, etc.; they just ran away from home and were happy to be back. The police would ask the prerequisite questions of course, but nothing ever came of it. And since no “crime” had ever been committed, there was no point in any further investigation. This is where Felitsata and her team paid the greatest dividends, reprogramming the girls in order to keep their mouths shut and thereby keeping law enforcement in the dark about what really happened to them.
The only the only thing that was different about Sarah from the time she left, except for her age of course, was the fact that she would forever be a lesbian. That process was irreversible, not that Natasha would ever change that back if she could. The world was a better place with attractive women wanting desperately to get in to the panties of other attractive women. She smiled with that thought and made her way back to her office, happy again to focus her efforts on enslaving that beautiful sixteen-year-old with the help of her increasingly uncomfortable older sister.
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