What does it do?

These words were now embedded into Carrie’s memory. The words that had started the process that she had been unable to stop, and had changed her forever.

“What does it do?”

Just four simple words. Carrie’s problem was that she really did want to know the answer, even though she had been warned that if she submitted herself to it, she would never be the same again. But she had not been told what would be different about her.

Would she have listened had she known?  Would she have believed it anyway?

In the end she knew she couldn’t resist finding out what “IT” did. He had been so adamant that she shouldn’t even think about it. But that was not what Carrie was about. If he refused to tell her, she would find out for herself.

He had shown Carrie out of the building over an hour before,. And watched as she rode away on her bicycle. She had ridden a mile. Then turned round and ridden back, hiding behind the large wall on the left of the driveway.

He had been working on the machine when the intruder light went up on his alarm system. Looking at the monitor he spied Carrie hiding behind the wall. It was obvious she was waiting for him to leave, so she could break in and investigate the machine.

He had warned her that she really didn’t want to know first hand, what the machine did. But obviously, she had not listened.

Creeping out of the back door he was behind her without her even knowing he was there. Her hand went to her neck where the small dart had hit her like a small bee sting. Seconds later, Carrie felt light headed, and tired. She couldn’t go to sleep yet. Not yet. She wanted to watch him leave.

She had a sensation of someone picking her up, carrying her, but it was like a dream, nothing tangible. Who could be carrying her? And to where?

Carrie would soon find out, the hard way.

He carried her back into the building and into the machine room. The drug would last a little while longer, long enough to get Carrie into position. She wanted to know what the machine did? She would find out. To her eternal cost.

All he had ever told her was that the machine changed people. Changed their mentality and their lives. He really hadn’t wanted her to know more than that. She was, after all., still young. Only seventeen, and her whole life in front of her.

But she couldn’t leave well alone. She really couldn’t. and now she would pay for her inquisitiveness the hard way.

Placing her on the floor by the machine he first set up what looked like a smaller version of a vaulting horse. It was only a few feet off the floor, but held two hard horizontal black dildos. Both were quite long, and at the base of each were fastened electrical circuit wires.

Carrie had always suggested she was a virgin. That was about to become a thing of the past. Slowly, he lifted her up and held her above the twin dildos. And lowered her down, guiding both into position. Her own body weight pressed her lower onto them, but there was resistance for a few seconds.

He placed his hands on her shoulder, and pressed hard and fast. Instantly, a seepage of blood appeared on the vaulting horse, as Carrie slid down, her arse and pussy now touching the base of the dildos, and in contact with the wires.

Pulling her arms behind her, he placed them into a leather hoop that hung from the ceiling, closing it around her wrists. Slowly, the hoist began to lift her arms behind her as the leather loop tightened, forcing her wrists together., and lifting her arms painfully up.

Another leather strap was fed under the base of the horse, and fastened to her ankles. He pulled this strap as tight as he could manually, before locking it in place. Now, even if she could pull on her arms enough to raise her body, the ankle strap would prevent her doing so.

He could hear a soft moan as the drug he had hit her with began to wear off. Working quickly, he placed the padded blindfold over her eyes, so she would see nothing of what was to befall her.

Carrie awoke to feel pain. Pain in her shoulders, and on her ankles. She tried to lower her arms, or open her legs, but both in vain. The bonds held her tightly.

It was then that she felt the pain between her legs. It felt as if she was being filled with something. She opened her mouth to scream, but as she did so, someone pressed something large and rubbery into her mouth, and then fastened a strap behind her head stopping her spitting it out. Her scream became a muffled groan.

“Hello Carrie”. She heard the voice she recognised so well.

“You were going to break in and see if you could find out what the machine does. It’s pointless shaking your head in denial, the security system picked you up hiding behind the wall. Well, I have decided, that as you are so determined to find out, I will show you. But be warned Carrie. You will never be the same person you were when you arrived. Your body, your behaviour and your mentality are all going to be modified. The behaviour will modified in time to come, but your body, and there fore your mind, will be modified faster. In fact, the modifications of your body have already started. I know you can feel what is in your cunt and your arse. And I know they are hurting you. But that is nothing to the pain this machine will bring to your body before the modifications are complete., I will not be here to see it. I don’t need to be. The machine is computer programmed, and when I start the program, it cannot be stopped. There will be no power failure to kill the computer. The building has it’s own generator. I would ask if you have any last questions or requests, but I wont hear them past that gag.”

Carrie screamed into the gag again and again, but it was effectively muffled by the gag that totally filled her mouth. She could, hear him walking away from her, across to the door. At the door he stopped and said.

“This machine was not designed for you Carrie. It was designed for someone else. Someone slightly larger. Hopefully, the computer will realise there is a weight difference, and make adjustments. You should never had come back to break in Carrie. It was a very, very big mistake. But the last mistake you will make of that, or any other, nature.”

With that she heard him open and close the door, his feet hitting the stairs as he moved further away. Finally, she heard the door close, and his car start up and drive away, leaving her alone, helpless, and in tears.

Carrie knew she was alone. And also knew after several attempts to get free, that she was at the mercy of the machine, and whatever it did to her. He had been gone, as far as she could judge, for over ten minutes, and either he had not started the computer program, or he had been winding her up.

She could feel the two dildos buried inside her, but at least the pain had stopped. Now, only her shoulder hurt. They had been pulled back and up, and try as she may. Carrie could not get them any lower. Her shoulders seemed on fire, but, she guessed that had he actually started the program before leaving, this would be the least of her problems.

She had no idea how long she had been left alone like this, when she heard a click. It wasn’t loud, but clearly audible. Whatever was going to happen, was about to start. She began screaming into her gag, but only muffled groans escaped. No-one would hear her.

There seemed to be a heat between her legs. The two dildo’s seemed to be getting warmer. She tried to lift herself from them, pulling at her arms. But it was a futile effort, as she remained exactly where she was. Now it was a definite heat. Not yet burning, but extremely uncomfortable.  And the heat seemed to be right inside her arse and her pussy.

She had, in the past, dated a few guys, but she had never let any of them fuck her. Now she was being taken, not by a man of her choice, but by a machine.

Without warning, she felt the dildos grow in size. They seemed longer, driving slowly but surely deeper inside her. She could feel them deeper, and then, receding.

“Oh my God” she screamed into the gag as the dildos began to move in and out of her. Each stroke seemed deeper than the one before, and the heat? It was burning her now. The heat was unbearable, but she could not stop it. She again tried to lift herself off them, but she was helpless, as she felt them drive ever deeper inside her.

She suddenly felt something touching her tits. It was hard, metallic, and was searching for and finding her tits. She tried to move away from whatever it was, but it simply followed her, until she could back away no more.

Whatever it was now held her tits enclosed, and she felt a suction, drawing her tits deep into whatever it was. The machine was about to make it’s first modification.

The machine was completely computer driven. The program would tell it what to do, and when. Its first job was to heat up the dildos so that the victim would feel the heat. It was also to penetrate her deeply, and for this reason, the dildos would eventually double in size. They had started out five inches into her arse and pussy, but eventually, would go much deeper. Only when they had achieved the full depth would the next phase kick in.

The machine felt no sympathy for its victim. It was programmed to do certain things, and it would carry out its tasks regardless.

The twin cups that were at chest height slowly moved forwards. They were lined up with the victims tits, and would move forwards until they gained true purchase. If the victim moved backwards, there would be no escape, as the cups would continue to move forwards as well.

Only when they felt true connection did the second phase start. Built into the machine was a strong pump. The suction would draw the victims nipples deep inside the cup, and hold them there, regardless of the pain, until the third phase was ordered by the computer.

The machine could sense how deep her nipple was. The suction would make sure they were deep enough for the next phase.

From the vaulting horse another pipe appeared. It had a cupped end, and as it rose, it came into contact with, and covered Carrie’s clit. Only then, like with her tits, did she feel the suction, bringing her clit out of its protective hood, baring it for whatever plans the machine had for it.

A metal pole rose from the vaulting horse, directly behind Carrie’s back. Wide metal bands sprang from the pole at waist level, encircling her waist, pulling it tighter, shrinking her waist by a good four inches and locking with a click in front of her. A second pair sprang out from the pole at neck level, and circled her slender neck. She tried to move her head away, but she could do nothing as the metal bands circled her throat, and locked in front of her.

Until the machine released her, she would be held in this position.,

Just then the two dildos started moving inside her. She could feel them driving deeper and deeper with every stroke. She screamed out in pain as the double invasion continued, adding more pressure to her already painful pussy and arse. The heat had grown, and she could feel the dildos as they burned her slowly inside.  The temperature rose further, ad Carrie screamed louder.

Struggle as she may, she could do noting to prevent the invasion of her body. Her nipples were hurting, as was her clit, thanks to the continued suction from the machine. She had tried to pull away from the suction, but she had no strength, and the pole behind her gave her nowhere to go.

Without warning the dildo in her pussy seemed to have stopped thrusting in and out of her, and had settled at the entrance to her pussy. It seemed to be opening. Spreading inside her pussy, stretching it wider and wider. Even as it did so, the flesh around the dildo singed and burned, it would never close again.

The pain was too great for Carrie to handle. And she passed into unconsciousness, still feeling the dildo burn away at her insides.

The dildo in her arse was now also burning her. It had opened her arse wide, and when the machine had finally finished with her, it would stay forever open.

Even as Carrie sat unconscious, the machine continued its work on her body.

The suction was at full strength, pulling her nipples far beyond the edges of the metal cups that housed her tits. Stretching the nipples themselves to almost an inch long. Her clit was receiving the same treatment, and soon would be ready for phase three.

Simultaneously, three small metal cups were released from inside the machine’s suction bases, and covered her clit and both nipples.  Thin needles embedded themselves in three stretched pieces of flesh, immediately forcing their way deep into each appendage. Then the base of each small cup was sealed by the machine, enclosing her nipples and her clit within tight metal casings, ensuring that they would never see daylight again. Never feel the touch of a man, or anything else.

The suction stopped and her nipples and clit were free of the machine, but not of its modifications.. Carrie who had awoken, looked down at her nipples, only to see bright shining metal tips now covering them. She could not see her clit, but the pain told her that it, too, was also covered.

She had no idea how long she had been on the machine. Her shoulders were pure agony, but the burning sensation in her pussy and arse had finally dissipated.

Other than holding her there, the machine now seemed inactive, and Carrie wondered if she just had to sit here until he came back, whenever that was.

There was a second low but audible click, and Carrie panicked, tried everything she could to get free before whatever happened, happened. But the pole on her back, and her arms still held high above her, allowed her no chance of escape.

She had no idea where the machine would strike her next. But she felt something like a needle penetrating her, at the back of the neck. She screamed into her gag, but the needle continued entering her neck, forcing its way into her spinal column. A fire exploded inside her as the needle ejected it’s load. It would take a few minutes to work, but the gel it had injected Carrie with would reach her brain, and the mental modification would start.

Carrie sat helpless as the gel moved slowly towards its target, her screams were loud in her own head, but barely passing the gag that filled her mouth still.

He had acquired the gel from friends in the security services in China. They had been using it successfully on dissidents for a number of years. The success rate was a hundred percent. The gel was injected into the top of the spinal column, and moved slowly to the brain. Head phones were then placed on the victim, and a loop or recording of what they wanted the dissident to do, was continuously fed into their brain. The gel made sure that the message got through, and the dissident was no longer a problem.

Hi contact had told him of the few who had been programmed differently. One man had been told his whole family were terrorists, and that it was his duty to neutralise the threat. For two hours this suggestion was fed into his brain, and when he was released, the man went home and annihilated his whole family. Such was the effectiveness of the drug. Whatever suggestions were fed into the brain, would become second nature to the victim. It would over ride their normal mannerisms, emotions and wishes.

The gel had cost him a lot of money, but he believed it to be worth it. A very small amount was sufficient to alter a brain indefinitely, and he had bought plenty.

This gel was now coursing through Carrie’s brain, as the machine brought headphones down from above, and locked them in place over her eras.

“Slut. Whore. Slag. This is what you are now. A cheap sex toy anyone can use. I am your Master You obey only me, and do as I say.  You will address me only as Master“

This was the  tape loop that wound relentlessly on the machine, feeding it directly to her brain.

Carrie tried to shut the voice off, ignore it, but it was incessant, relentless. She could hear the words clearly, and eve the pain in her shoulders became nothing. The voice told her everything she needed to know. For over two hours Carries listened, her brain absorbed the information of her new self.

Only then did the head phones move away from her ears.

Carrie, when the machine finally released her, would be a changed woman. Her pussy and arse always ready and open to accept anything she was given. She would feel no pleasure from it, but she would be able to give pleasure anytime he wanted, to anyone he wanted her to give it to.

Carrie felt her arms lowering behind her back, the renewed agony as her shoulder were finally allowed to drop back into place. The loop around her wrists became loose enough for her to get her hands out, but Carrie stayed where she was, waiting for someone to tell her she could remove the loop.

The pole on her back had detached itself from the metal corset and collar that now adorned her body, and had shrunk back into the vaulting horse

Carrie sat, and waited. The blindfold and gag were still in place,. But she made no effort to remove them.

Daylight arrived and he returned. He entered the building and moved quickly to check the computer. The program had finished, and the report said all had gone as planned.

Entering the machine room he found Carrie sat on the vaulting horse still. Her hands were still behind her back, though one end of the loop had slipped off her right wrist. She had been able to move her hands had she so wished. Moving in front of her he removed the blindfold and the gag, but still she made no effort to get off the horse.

The dildos had withdrawn into the vaulting horse, only the strap on her ankles prevented Carrie from getting off the horse.

Kneeling, he unfastened the strap, totally releasing her from her torments, but still she made no effort to move.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Immediately and meekly her response came.

“I am a slut, a whore or a slag, Master”

“Who is Carrie?”

“Carrie?” she queried.

“Get off the horse slut” he commanded her, stepping back and offering no assistance.

Carrie found it hard to move at first, but the pounding in her head only stopped when she finally managed to slide off the horse, and onto her knees. Her legs had felt like jelly, unable to hold her weight. He stood in front of her, but she dare not raise her head and look at him, instead, looking at the floor between her knees.

“I told you that this machine would change you for ever, didn’t I slut?”

“Yes Master”.

“It has done that. From now on you do as you are told by me. If someone else tells you to do something, you check with me first. I am your Master in all things. Is this understood?”

“Yes Master”. Her voice was barely a whisper. She didn’t know why, but she knew she wanted to please her Master more than anything else.

“Go and make breakfast for me. You may have one slice of toast for yourself. I want eggs, bacon, sausages and toast, and a cup of coffee. Bring it to me here when it is done.”

Carrie confirmed what he had said, and rose to her feet, heading immediately for the kitchen. She knew she felt hungry, her stomach ached for food, having not eaten since early the previous day, but she made no attempt to disobey him.

It took her twenty minutes to prepare his food, and then take it to him in the machine room. The vaulting horse had gone, and in it’s place stood a wooden table. And a single chair.

“Put my breakfast on the table slut”> he said.

Without hesitation, Carrie placed the tray on the table, putting the plate with the single dry piece of toast to one side. He had said she could have toast, he had not mentioned buttering it.

He pointed to the floor under the table, as he sat in the chair himself.

“That’s your place, slave. Under the table. You will remain there until I decide where to house you.”

Carrie looked at the floor, wanting to ask if she could take her toast with her, but afraid to open her mouth.

He looked at her, seeing the slight hesitation.

“What is it slut?”

In a whisper she replied.

“Master, can I please take my toast with me?”

He grinned broadly. He had forgotten to tell her to do so, and she had not done.

He wanted to show how happy he was with the programming, but he simply nodded, watching as she told the plate, and her toast, and disappeared under the table.

He though back to the feisty girl he had known yesterday. The girl under the table bore no relationship to Carrie. Under the table knelt a subservient, willing slave. The Carrie of yesterday would have told him what to do with himself had he suggested she make a cup of coffee.

He resigned to thank his Chinese contact later. The gel had worked far better that he had actually visualised it doing.

He had, in the past, tried several times to get her to agree to have sex with him. After all, she was a good looking girl. But she had always laughed it off, and told him she was waiting for Mr Right. If the whole programming had worked the way he wanted it, she would not be saying that again.

Finishing his breakfast he told her to clear the things away, wash up, and return. She had just ten minutes to comply.

Immediately she came from under the table, took hold of his tray and headed for the kitchen. He watched her arse move as she walked, the way he had watched it so many time. Though previously, she had always been dressed. Now, though, clothing was not hers, and she had not seemed bothered that he could see her nakedness.

Nine minutes later Carrie returned and made to go back under the table. He stopped her just as she sank to her knees.

“Come here slut”, he said, as he began to unfasten his trousers. “I want a blow job”

without hesitation Carrie moved between hi open legs, and helped him to slide his trousers down his legs, placing her hand inside his shorts and feeling for his cock.

Slowly, she began to stroke it, feeling it harden in her hand. Using her other hand, she slid down his shorts, allowing his cock to spring into view, already hard, and red.

Carrie had never done this before, but she seemed to know exactly what to do, as she lowered her head and began slowly licking the head of the cock before her, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing the eye, before sliding her open mouth over the tip.

Slowly, she took more of his cock as she moved her head up and down his shaft, her fingers teasing and playing with his balls.

She had managed to take over half his length before she began to move faster, stopping every few strokes to suck on the tip, as if trying to suck his cperm from him already.

For ten minutes she laboured at her task. His breathing became gasps, as he felt her sucking deeply at him. He knew he could hold back no more, and made no attempt to move away from her mouth as the end of his cock erupted, filling her mouth and her throat with his hot juices.

Carrie felt the cum hit her mouth, but continued to ride his cock with her mouth, drinking what she could of his deposit, still sucking hard on the tip, draining him.

Only when he could stand no more did he lift her head from him, his breathing heavy and erratic.

“Under the table slut” he struggled to get the words out, but her response was immediate.

“Yes Master”, as she disappeared under the table and out of his view.

He sat back in his chair exhausted. She had literally drained him dry, and made no attempt to get away, even when he came in her mouth.

Carrie, was his, now. And the fun would begin.

She lay curled up under the table. Her head filled with mixed emotion.

She knew she didn’t want to be here, knew she didn’t want to do as he told her, and knew she had not wanted to give him a blow job. But she had not been able to stop herself from obeying what he said. And even worse to her, was the pleasure she seemed to be getting out of obeying his will.

The most disturbing thing was the pleasure she had got while his cock was sin her mouth. Not only was she giving him the pleasure he desired, but something in her own body was reacting with it.

A heat, a growing heat, starting in the pit of her stomach, growing, filling her with it’s own desires. The desire to be satisfied. The desire to give satisfaction at all cost.. And her pussy. She had never known anything like it in her life. It started as a trickle of dampness, and had grown. It had continued to grow while she ministered to his cock, her urgency to take all she could of him, mirrored with the growing wetness between her own thighs.

Her juices had ran down the inside of her thighs, her, now wide open, pussy unable to contain the juices her own sexuality was bringing her. She hated what she as doing, and craved more with each stroke of his cock into her mouth.

She had never been fucked by any man, and never had orgasm. But the feeling she had as his cock filled her mouth with his juices was beyond anything she had ever known. She had to keep sucking him, just to keep her own orgasm going. Something in her head told her this was her only way to get pleasure, by pleasing her Master. And the distant voice in her head saying it was wrong, was far overpowered by the need to please, and the need for greater pleasure.

For two days Carrie lived and slept under the table, allowed out only to cook his food, serve his cock, or to use the toilet. The first time she had been to the bathroom she had caught sight of herself in the mirror. The wide metal band around her waist seemed wrong, and right at the same time. She fingered it, but made no attempt to see if she could remove it. The other metal collar, almost two inches wide, around her neck, also seemed out of place, and yet, so right for her.

She barely gave a glance to her nipples, or what once were her nipples. They were now hidden from view under two tight fitting metal cups. She had discovered another such cup between her legs, covering her clit, but this, too, seemed normal to her.

She had been allowed to shower, but not bathe. Nor had she been allowed clothing or anything else to cover her body.. she knew, in her mind, there was a time when such behaviour would not have been acceptable, but now, it all seemed to normal.

On the third day she heard her Master arrive home, from under her table. But she also heard other footsteps, two pairs.

She withdrew deeper under the table, as if not wanting to be seen, but she knew as soon as  he called her, she would come out in all her naked splendour, regardless of who was there.

She heard him call her from downstairs, and immediately responded, almost running down the stairs to get there.

He sat in an easy chair and beckoned her over to the middle of the room. There were two men sat on the sofa, both well into their late fifties, dressed in old clothing that had obviously seen better days.

“You are going to fuck these two gentlemen, slave. What do you say?”

Without hesitation the words came to her lips and were voiced.

“Yes Master”. The words were not the ones she wanted to use, but they were the only ones she could utter.

“Take them to the bedroom and give them a good time. I shall be watching through the monitor”

“Yes Master” Carrie replied, as she lead the two men back up the stairs and into the room her Master had told her to use.

The four corners of the room were fitted with cameras, so he would be able to observe all that took place on the large bed in the centre of the room. There were no other furnishings, simply the bed, and no duvets. This bed was not for sleeping in.

He watched through the monitor as the three entered the room, and the two men started to undress. They were both derelicts he had almost fallen over on the street earlier. He had given them both a good meal, and managed to get the conversation around to sex. Neither, it seemed, had any for a long period, though both appeared to be gagging for it.

He slowly got the conversation around to going home with him and feeding their sexual pleasures with Carrie.

Now, as he watched the men undress, he looked at his slave, kneeling on the bed, waiting obediently.

He zoomed the camera in and watched her, scanning her body for signs of disobedience. It was then that he noticed, as he zoomed in on her pussy, seeing it wide open and ready, that she had made a slight damp patch on the bed between her legs.

The room had not been used before, so it was not remnants of an earlier episode. She had to have done this herself. He watched closer for a few minutes as the men finally readied themselves, and the spot seemed to grow slightly.

“The bitch is going to enjoy this” he grinned to himself.

In the room the two men were now naked. Carrie knelt on the bed and beckoned the first one over, his cock, limp between his legs. He was old enough to be her grand father, but it mattered not as he came close, and she placed her hand on his cock, lifting it, as she began to stroke it.

Her lips opened, and slowly, she closed them around the tip of his manhood, tasting the dirt as well as his sex. It took several seconds to get a response, but then his cock began to harden in her mouth, as she slid her lips up and down.

The second mad now stood by the bed, as Carries hand snaked out to embrace his cock also. She did not look in their faces, but she knew both men were older than her father, maybe her grandfather, but she had no choice in her mind. They wanted er, and they would have her. Her own feeling were not a consideration.

She had already felt the dampness growing between her own legs, and she knew it would only get worse. She didn’t know if either or these men could give her an orgasm, she didn’t care, she needed to please them, both of them. Her Master wished it, and he would be obeyed.

Moving her mouth from the first man’s cock, she closed her lips around the second one, still holding the first in her hand, gently stroking it, rubbing her fingers over the head, feeling the eye open slightly.

For several minutes Carrie worked on the two cocks, her head moving from one to the other, taking first one deeply, and then the second. They didn’t seem to penetrate her mouth as deep as Master’s had done, but one of them. The second man, did seem to have a wider, thicker cock.

It was this man that slowly pressed Carrie’s shoulder back, forcing her to the bed, as the other man followed her head, and knelt on the bed next to her, his cock back in her mouth.

The man with the thicker cock moved between Carrie’s open legs, and knelt there, his cock in his hand, guiding it to her open pussy.

Just before Carrie was penetrated, her Master caught how much the wet patch on the bed had grown. The circle had gone from a few centimetres, to a patch the size of a small dinner plate. Whatever else the gel had done to her, it had certainly worked to make her horny.

The man guided his cock towards Carrie’s pussy, and leant forwards, sinking it deep inside her, his hips crashing against hers.

Carrie could feel his weight on her, and knew his cock was buried inside her, but she could feel nothing of it. No sensation. She could feel her won juices running faster, but she felt nothing inside her cunt at all./ the searing heat from the dildos had destroyed the nerves in her pussy. She could feel nothing, even though the man was moving his hips in and out of her with growing speed.

The cock in her mouth was also ramming deeper now. As Carrie was double fucked for the first time in her life.

Something in her head told her to stop, to run, but she was totally unable to resist the over riding wish to obey her Master, and do what he wanted.

The man in her pussy suddenly groaned, and rammed his cock as deep as he could. Carrie knew he was cumming inside her, but she felt nothing. Just as suddenly, the cock in her mouth exploded, sending its juices to the back of her throat. Greedily, she gulped down the hot sticky fluid, as she felt the heat inside her build, almost top a crescendo.

In her mind she was begging the men not to stop. To keep going until she could be satisfied, but the words were only in her head. The man who had fucked her pussy rolled off, with a satisfied sigh, and the other man slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth, wiping it on the side of her face.

Carrie lay there hoping, but expressionless. She knew she was not going to get the satisfaction she craved, needed. The bed between her legs was wet, no longer just damp, but the man who had fucked her had only left a small deposit. The rest, were her own juices, lubricating her for his use.

A voice entered the room from a small speaker in one corner next to a camera.

“Come to me slave”.

Without even looking back at the two men, Carrie climbed off the bed and opened the door, making her way quickly to where he waited.

As she entered the room he told her to kneel, and put on the headphones he handed to her. Obediently, she did so, and he walked behind her, syringe in hand and aimed it at the back of her neck.

The pain was immense, and Carrie’s first reaction was to move away, but something wouldn’t let her, even as she felt the fire of the injection fill her, she could not move.

She had slumped onto her knees, but had remained where he had told her to stay, whilst the gel worked i9t way into her brain. He allowed several minutes and began playing the new recorded tape. It enforced her status as a slut, and a slave, but now, every time she had sex of any form. Or even thought about it inadvertently, she would get incredibly horny, more so than she already did. She would gush as the merest hint of sex, and would not be able to hide it.

For this purpose he had designed a plug for her pussy. She would not feel it, but it would hold back her juices until it was removed. Then, any thing she had built up inside her, would come gushing out.

For over two hours he left her kneeling, listening to her new commands. The two men she had fucked had long gone by the time he was ready to remove the headphones.

The first lot of gel had already done it’s work on her, but the second had done more.

She was ignorant of the fact that she now didn’t know who Carrie was, and had never heard of her. She was ignorant of the fact she had a life before arriving at her Master’s. It was the most natural thing in the world to be where she was, obeying his will, and serving him with complete obedience.

She was his to do with as he wanted, and that was what she wanted too.