One hundred and thirty-one: Brainwashed

Only when all the chiefs left did I realise that it was over. Kiran's father only patted my head and left us alone there in the arena with Dr Eisor.

"So, what did you think?" Dr Eisor asked Kiran.

"Unbelievable," Kiran said, his voice seeming to quietly scream how awesome it was.

"Still angry?"

"You were right. It was worth it," Kiran said. "Thank you."

"Your men will come to help you back to your rooms. As for the slave, I'm afraid that once I release control of it, it's going to be violently ill. I'll take it back with me for now and present it to you within a few days after you've both recovered."

"All right," said Kiran's voice, stroking my tired body with his bare foot. He rested his foot on me for a while, until I heard other voices enter the arena shouting their congratulations. The weight lifted off me.

"Stand up," commanded Dr Eisor, taking back control of my body with the push of a button on his screen. "Follow me."

My body did as it was told, ignoring the pain. I was too tired and exhausted to protest at its alacrity to obey the Bosky Slave Master.

"I'm going to relax control of you for a moment," Dr Eisor said, having led my body into a tiled room with a toilet, shower and sink. "Your body is going to react in a moment. I'll leave you to it. Try to hold yourself together at the end of it all."

The door closed and my stomach heaved. I threw up, peed and shat myself all at the same time. Pain ripped through my entire body as I felt the full force of what I had just been through. Even when I had nothing to throw up, my stomach continued dry heaving. My mind was in turmoil and there was a painful pressure in my head.

A voice tsked and I felt myself being hosed down with cold water.

"Couldn't you at least have aimed everything into the toilet?"

My body was under control again and I had only a hint of awareness of what was going on. I was properly washed and dried. A loose cotton dress was pulled over my head. It was much the same shape as the blanket dress Doc had made me during the war. The only difference being that this one was seethrough in most parts, except the breasts where there was minimal padding sewn into the dress and around the pelvis. The bright silver line on my abdomen could be seen through the dress and the sides of the dress under the arms to the pelvis were open for all to see. The material draped itself against my skin, eliciting all sorts of lovely sensations that made me shudder.

"A slave should always be ready," Dr Eisor instructed me, "but never lose control. The slave may only come when the master permits. If it comes at the wrong time, the slave will be punished. A slave must always be wet, so that if the master arrives suddenly, the slave is ready to bring the master pleasure. Nevertheless, you are special and with your status, it is not always true with you. So that you know, the usual slave commands no longer work for you. I designed a whole new set of commands just for you. You won't be able to take back control again as you have before. If you try, you will experience great pain until your master deigns to take you to the heights of passion and finish you there. If not, you will continue to feel the pain for as long as Kiran thinks you deserve it. If somehow, you manage to break free of our control for a time, don't even think about escape. The punishment you received today will be nothing compared to that. For a slave, if the usual punishment doesn't work, you become a slave of the people for an entire week. I'm sure you can guess what that means. The people will be allowed to have you as often and as many times as they want during that time. Most slaves have never survived it, so please, don't put yourself in that position. Keep yourself for Kiran. Especially for you, we have revised that punishment to be something a bit more to your liking. If you become a slave of the people, Kiran's men will be taking care of you for an entire month. We will ensure you enjoy it and survive it, but if you happen to become with child to one of those men, your ownership will pass to that man. You will no longer be queen and you will make Kiran a very angry and frustrated man. He could always kill your new owner, but knowing Kiran, he won't do that. Who knows what he might do?"

So began a daily brainwashing and training that began early in the morning and continued late into the night. Even when I was sleeping, there would be a recording playing, until the rest of the world faded away. Until all I knew was that I was a slave made to serve and escape was but a shadow of a memory in my mind.