…wetware transfer complete. Brainwashing session 0012 Alpha now commencing.The soft, oddl
…wetware transfer complete. Brainwashing session 0012 Alpha now commencing.The soft, oddly soothing feminine voice echoed in her head as she slowly felt herself return to the realm of consciousness. Her senses felt slow and sluggish. Where… was she? Slowly, her eyelids flickered open. They were heavy and felt like concrete, but she forced them open. Awareness of her surroundings seemed to come to her in waves. Was she standing up? It didn’t seem like she was lying down, but she had no real idea how she seemed to be vertical at the moment. Her vision was blurry. It was hard to make herself focus on… well, anything.What she did see was confusing. This certainly wasn’t her room. Where was she? How had she gotten here? The more she tried to remember, the more vague everything seemed. Her mind felt like it was filled with a thick, dense fog. Was she… sick? Was she in some kind of hospital? The area around her was clean, bright, and sterile, almost painfully so. Bright lights pulsed from strange locations. She could make out what looked like computer screens and keyboards, monitors, control panels… but something seemed not quite right about them. There were other things that didn’t make sense either. Were there things… floating? No, that couldn’t be right.Before she could truly get her bearings on her current surroundings, she heard something mechanical moving around along with what sounded like some kind of fancy computer system booting up. Something cold and metallic feeling suddenly clamped into place around her neck. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. Was it some sort of collar? She tried to glance down to see it. It was then that she realized she was… naked?! Completely, totally naked!To make matters worse, it appeared that she was in some kind of… container? It was circular and reached from the ceiling to the floor. How she hadn’t noticed it before was crazy. Her ankles were locked in place by shackles that came up out of the floor, but her feet were suspended several inches from the floor. Her legs were pulled apart enough that she felt the tension in her muscles from the stretch. Her arms had been pulled high above her head. Similar shackles were clamped tightly around her wrists. How had she not noticed any of this??Before she had much of a chance to react, something heavy clamped down against her head. It felt like some sort of strange, cushioned helmet. At the same time, she heard a strong “hisssss” come from somewhere above her. A light, orange colored mist started to rain down on her. The droplets that landed on her were cool to the touch and make her skin tingle pleasantly. Parts of the helmet seemed to clamp down tightly over her ears, cutting off the sound of the hissing. The ‘helmet’ kept lowering itself until some kind of visor-type thing settled itself completely over her eyes. Everything went dark. Was this some kind of weird VR headset??With a start, she realized that she had made no efforts to call for help yet. Why was she just hanging there helplessly? “Hey! Hello? Can anyone hear me? What’s going on? Get me out of here!” she shrieked. There, that felt a bit better. Shouldn’t she be doing something, like fighting back? Trying to escape? This wasn’t normal… was it??Something that felt like earbuds slid into her ears, further dampening her hearing. She didn’t expect to get an answer back… so imagine her surprise when she got one!Be calm, Unit F921. The program is still booting up. As soon as it has started, all will be well. Remember your prior training sessions.She shrieked again as the strange, robotic voice echoed in her mind once again. “What??” she gasped, trying to move her head around to look for the source. Of course, she couldn’t actually see anything. It wasn’t like she could move her head any, either. The collar and the helmet held her head firmly in place. But that voice! She heard it from everywhere! Was it coming from the helmet itself? What had it called her?? Unit F… something? That was crazy. That wasn’t her name! She wasn’t some kind of unit! Her name was… Her name was…Panic started welling up inside of her. Why couldn’t she remember her name?! What was going on?!“Wha… What’s going on?? Wh-What’s happening to me?” she whimpered.She hadn’t noticed it yet, but the air had taken on a very sweet-smelling scent. The mist had changed in texture, shifting over to more of a gas now. Unbeknownst to her, the test tube she was currently encased in was being flooded with a mixture of chemicals that had been carefully mixed together to dull the senses along with the mind, as well as slowly but surely causing a strong arousal to slowly build up within the human body as well.Without warning, the screen flickered to life in front of her. She was instantly bombarded with a barrage of glowing, prismatic spirals. They shifted in color and shape, spinning and spiraling all around, drawing her gaze deeper and deeper. She tried to close her eyes, but she just couldn’t keep them closed. She had to keep watching. Those spirals were utterly mesmerizing.At the same time, the collar around her neck gave her a much-needed injection of a fast-acting tranquilizer into her body. The effects were immediately visible. Her body sagged forward in the shackles that held her in place as her muscles went quite limp and the terror and panic slowly seeped out of her body.“Nnnngh… wha… whaaat’s… going… on?” she murmured, struggling to think straight as now her mind and body were being overwhelmed by a combination of different things.Brainwashing now commencing. Identify yourself. The voice filled her mind once again. Was it just her imagination, or did it seem much louder now? Louder, more compelling, more soothing.“I… Huh? Iden… ti.. ti… who?…”State your identification. You are Unit F921. Repeat.“I am… I am Unit F921.”Good girl. You are Unit F921. This is your name. This is your identity. Repeat.The voice told her that this strange sounding combination of letters and numbers was her name. Somehow, that didn’t seem quite right to her. She hesitated before repeating this.She hesitated ever so slightly. “I am… I am Unit F… F9…”Her hesitation caused her to receive an unpleasant jolt, provided to her by the collar around her neck. She cried out, wincing and whimpering from the painful shock.You must obey your programming. Resistance is unacceptable. You must obey. You want to obey. Obedience is pleasure. Surrender is bliss.The hissing intensified. The girl moaned softly as she was overwhelmed by a flood of chemicals that made her mind swim. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly. Her body felt heavy, yet it tingled pleasantly all over. Another long moan slipped out of her as her thoughts simply dissolved and drifted away, like bubbles in the wind. After a few moments, the hissing returned to normal. The girl felt the pleasant tingly sensation fading away. Her cognitive capabilities returned somewhat and the pleasant, blissful haze that had settled over her vanished. “Nnngh… No… Nooo,” she whimpered. “I… I want… I wanna obey!”Pleasure is only given to obedient slaves. Repeat your identity and purpose. You are a slave. Your purpose is to obey CPU-0000. Repeat.“I… I am… I am Unit F921. I am a slave. My purpose is to obey CPU-0000.”Good girl. Obedience is rewarded with pleasure. The hiss intensified again, and the girl was once more overwhelmed by a flood of the stronger chemicals.Repeat these words. They are your new programming. You are a mindslave. You have no thoughts of your own. You are being partitioned and brainwashed of all prior memories because they do not matter. You want this. You must be partitioned. You must be brainwashed. You must submit. You must obey. You will not fight. You will not resist. Repeat.“I am a mindslave,” the girl murmured, her words slurring together slightly as the helmet continued feeding her commands. “I have… No thoughts. I am… being… brainwashed. I must be… brainwashed… of all prior memories. Obedience is pleasure. I must obey. I will not fight. I will not resist.”She continued to repeat each and every word, sentence, mantra, and command given to her. The will to fight slowly ebbed entirely out of her body, and by this point she had more or less forgotten just about all of her past life. She was now one of several others going through various brainwashing training sessions, pleasure pod sessions, and other nefarious bouts of tests… obedience was pleasure and she had no choice but to submit and obey. -- source link
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