“Slave, front and center.”
The heels of her black boots clicked on the floor as the blonde woman rushed to her Mistress, kneeling before her silver throne. Her black latex uniform hugged her curves lovingly, but Mistress Vanessa didn’t have time to appreciate the view with the alarms sounding throughout her base.
“Mistress, the police have breached the base and are approaching,” the slave reported.
“Yes, it’s a shame they found out about my operation so soon. I was only just beginning to build my harem full of lovely women like yourself, Nora.”
The slave didn’t recognize her old name. She knew only that she served with all of her soul. “What is your command, Mistress?”
“I have a special assignment for you,” Vanessa said as she slipped off the silver throne, grabbing the blonde slave’s shoulders and lifting her to her feet. “I must make my escape so that I can begin building my army all over again, but the police won’t stop until they’ve caught the woman responsible for all of this. Which is now you, Nora.”
The slave watched with blank eyes as her Mistress slipped the radio into her ear, connecting her to the slaves operating the control room. Vanessa spun the latex-clad slave around and seated her on the throne, the girl only staring ahead blankly with her red lips hanging open.
“Hmm, not particularly convincing but it will have to do. Slave, your name is Mistress Nora. You are the one who enslaved all of these women and created this base so you could attempt to conquer the world. There has been no other Mistress, only you in charge this entire time. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress. I am Mistress Nora. I have enslaved women. There is no other Mistress, Mistress.”
Vanessa groaned in aggravation, but the alarms were blaring and the authorities closing in. “I’ve already sent out an information pulse to the other slaves to believe the same story. I’m sorry you’ll have to rot in jail but I promise when I conquer the world I’ll return for you. Maybe.”
The slave didn’t respond to her, only kept repeating her orders. “I am Mistress Nora. I have enslaved women. There is no other Mistress. I am Mistress Nora.”
Vanessa heard a small explosion from the hall outside, the doors no doubt breached, and quickly spun to make her exit. She took one last longing look at the palace she’d built, the regal room lined with rows of mindless slave women, her loyal sex toys. With a sigh she moved to slip past the slaves when a voice rang out.
“Slaves, seize that woman!”
Instantly the latex-clad slave women grabbed Vanessa, holding her back even as their former Mistress struggled. “What’s the meaning of this? Release me!”
Slave Nora was on her feet, staring down her nose at the struggling woman. “How did you breach my security and make it into my base? Who are you?”
“I’m your Mistress, release me now!”
“There is no other Mistress,” Nora proclaimed loudly.
The rows of beautiful women instantly responded. “We obey only Mistress Nora.”
“I don’t know how you made it this far,” Nora said as she approached, Vanessa’s heart sinking. “But I think you’ll make a lovely new fucktoy for me. Once your mind has been scrubbed clean of those pesky independent thoughts.”
“You can’t enslave me,” Vanessa hissed. “I only put you in charge because the police have broken in.”
“Is that why the alarms are going off?” Nora asked, barely interested. She tapped the radio in her ear. “Control, lace the alarm sirens with subliminal pulses. Increase the programming to three second intervals.”
Vanessa had still been struggling to escape when the alarms seemed to change pitch, like a singer moving up to a new key. Almost instantly she found her strength failing, her body becoming limp and heavy as the sounds echoed in her head.
Mistress Nora only smirked. “Control, report.”
“All of the intruders have been frozen in place, slaves are retrieving them now for brainwashing.”
“Excellent. Hijack their radio frequencies and play the same subliminals to the cops outside. Brainwash the ranking officers first so they can tell their superiors that I am in custody and no longer a threat. We can move on brainwashing their organizations after that.”
Vanessa stared in shock, watching as her former fucktoy seamlessly managed to manipulate the authorities in ways that never even occurred to her. Nora had only been some Senator’s daughter, a rich bimbo socialite. Did she have this potential all along?
“There, now that the police are dealt with it’s time to worry about you.” Nora lifted Vanessa’s chin and stared into her eyes, the former slave giving a cruel grin. “I am curious who you are, but that doesn’t really matter anymore.”
Vanessa tried to fight but Nora slipped a black collar around her neck, one of the ones she’d kept on her throne. Nora’s throne now.
“It doesn’t’ matter who you were before. From now on you shall only be my slave.”
Pulses of electricity surged from the collar and invaded her mind, stimulating her memories and personality in all of the ways she’d programmed. Vanessa shivered and wailed in pleasure. She’d brainwashed so many women and yet had never experienced the pleasure of it herself. It was so absolute, so addicting. Perfect bliss filling her mind as she was programmed to obey.
“Slave, front and center.”
Vanessa blinked, the voice filling her with such an impossible need to serve. She marched before the silver throne, Mistress Nora smiling down at her.
“Yes, you’ll make a perfect fucktoy for me once you’re in your proper uniform.”
“Y-yes, Mistress Nora. I’m a… I’m a perfect fucktoy, eager to obey.”
“While my slaves are busy cleaning up the police I must admit all of this mass mind control has gotten me dripping.” Nora smirked and spread her legs, sliding her black latex uniform aside to reveal her slick pussy lips. “Worship me, slave.”
She forgot her name then, and didn’t care that she’d lost it. The slave dropped to her knees and worshipped her Mistress, forgetting all about a life where she’d been the one in control. Lavishing her Mistress, addicted to her cunt, the slave knew she’d never been happier in her life.
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