When Linda is assigned to give an important guest a tour of a Doll training facility, she’s surprised to end up on the product list too.
[Warning: this 12000-word short story contains graphic depictions of mind control and sexual content.]
Excerpt: I was in Lab Nine, the lights down because we were using it. It was one of several areas where we kept reinforcement chairs for slaves to help condition them. The device itself looked a bit like a dentist’s chair, but with leather restraints. Right now, Doll Patti was strapped into this one, with an assembly covering most of her head. Large, noise-canceling headphones were feeding her ultrasound and subliminals. A device that looked like an optometrist’s autorefractor was just a couple of inches in front of her face. I had enough room to see her face, her expression one of total rapture. Colored light danced in her wide, glassy eyes, the brightest thing in the otherwise dim space. She was following along with the flood of messages being poured into her helpless, pliable brain, a stream of barely audible whispers, “Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey. Kneel. Submit. Obey.†While her face was mostly covered, the rest of her body was completely exposed. Her bare flesh glistened with sweat, and despite the fact that her mind was almost completely gone, her gigantic breasts heaved as she panted. A bright pink toy stuck out from between her legs, its buzzing almost subliminal too. Her EEG readings were in one pane on the display in front of me, the colorful spikes narrow with her docility. The text of the messages she was being fed scrolled down the other side in real time. She was being fed far too many messages to keep up with verbally, her brain overwhelmed and soaking up command after command to accept and obey our authority. The process was so thorough and intense that watching it felt hypnotic too.