Military Recruitment

Fortunata Ossani was not alone on the foreign ship. Unfortunately the legions of Gareslich soldiers had captured both her and the rest of the Carpcalian senate. Her position as prime minister granted her no special exemption from this **** conscription.

The exact methods of the Gareslich tyrant mad scientist that had taken over most of the world were surrounded in mystery. It was next to impossible to get reliable intel from the literally brainwashed. They were fanatics to the last, even under the severest ****, and there were no known ways of reversing it.

So here she was, in what looked to be a dining hall with a bunch of other dazed politicians with an entirely female composition. Hardly the best case, but also perhaps not the worst. While she still had her mind, there was hope. And where there was hope, there was opportunity. If there was one thing she had learned as part of her tenure leading the resistance, it was that you had to take every little scrap you could get your hands on.

“Listen, everyone!” she called out to her fellows. Some were still too out of it to properly understand her, but the rest harked to her. She was a leader and while they too held high positions, none had ever equaled her. “The clock is ticking. I suspect our eventual brainwashing by Gareslich hands is imminent. We need to split up and search this ship for any means of disabling or pausing whatever means they are employing.”

“But how? They wouldn’t leave us an out,” one of her peers despondently said.

“Don’t give up on me now. Don’t give up on the good people of Carpscal. Let the arrogance of the Gareslich pigs be their downfall. You, you, you, form a group.” She pointed a couple of the senators and they obligingly joined up. Fortunata repeated the process until the room was divided into squadrons of somewhat willing investigators and hopefully determined combatants if the need arose.

She was just about to direct them to leave the room and comb the ship when a screen flickered to life behind her. She heard the hum of electronics and turned to see the hated visage before her.

“I see you’ve already begun to play,” that despicable man’s face greeted them all. “Yes, I didn’t want the fun to end, so I’ve expanded on my victory with a new game for us to all enjoy. You, the rugged Carpscalian politicians, hah, versus one brainwashing cruiser. Make it out and we can enjoy a different game as you continue your pointless resistance, but fail and you will become yet another legion under my command. You have roughly one hour before you are fully brainwashed. Do your best.”

The screen flickered off. Panicked, hushed whispers spread around the room, growing quickly into a cacophony.

“Stop! Don’t let his words poison your hearts,” she called out, trying to maintain the barest flicker of zeal. “Now let’s get going. No time to waste. Find weapons. Look for anything that seems out of place. Try to find an exit or a means of negating the brainwashing effect. Defend yourself if you need to. And don’t give up.”

She saluted them all and joined her own group.

They made their way out of the dining hall and started exploring the corridors of the ship. It was eerily quiet. No Gareslich personnel jumped out to bar their way. Just the dim red light that suffused the walkways.

They dipped in and out of rooms looking for anything to use. Most of them grabbed brooms or knives, which while eminently inadequate was at least something. No exit hatches though, so they generally made their way up when the stairs provided them the opportunity. The insides were a maze however. A byzantine labyrinth that defied sense. Instead of one solid stairwell leading all the way up, each floor was segmented and had a seemingly entirely different design plan, which made their efforts to map out the interior practically useless.

They were looking in one bunk room when one of her group members exclaimed something that set Fortunata’s heart racing.

“It’s so unfair that he’s that handsome and smart. It’s inhumane.” The politician that had remarked that was looking at a portrait of the enemy tyrant that was hung above a bed. Fortunata looked and the man seemed just as mediocre in terms of appearance as ever. “He’s just so dreamy.”

“Get a hold of yourself.” She took the politician by the shoulders and tried to shake some sense into her.

“Oh. What… it’s happening to me, isn’t it. I’m weak-willed.”

“No, don’t think like that. You have to do your best to resist it.”

The politician nodded slightly and stood up straight. Fortunata and the others looked at her with a bit of wariness at the potential weak-link and also the potential fate of themselves soon enough. They were all in this together however, and no one could afford to be tossed aside quite yet. On their way out of the bunk room, Fortunata spared a glance at the portrait and to her horror she could see some of what her peer saw. She quickly turned away and made no mention of it.

They continued their search and breached another few floors upwards.

The next sign of trouble was when one of her peers commented on their current state. “Maybe he’s right. We were captured. We are weak. How could Carpscal ever win in the end?”

“Don’t say that. We held out this long. It was just a fluke. He caught us by surprise. We need only to escape and then we’ll turn this around,” Fortunate tried to state confidently.

“How can you say that?” another of her group members said. “We lost. We were deluded. It’s not a virtue to lie to yourself, Prime Minister, least of all your fellow senators.”

“It is not a lie. The only truth any good Carpscalian needs is the belief in freedom and the strength to fight for it. Did you not swear an oath to your country when you took up your post as I did?”

“I did. But we can always swear a new oath,” one of them said while not looking at her, like she lacked the courage to even look her in the eyes while she contemplated treason openly.

Fortunata pounced on her, knocking the woman down to the ground.

“Don’t you dare say such things while I’m still alive. Even if we are weak-willed sluts, we serve our country still.” It was only after saying it that she realized she too had slipped again further into the mire. “Ahem.” She got up off the prone woman and straightened her blouse. It had come loose a bit, which wasn’t unappealing but Fortunata liked to maintain an appropriate level of cleavage which was only one or two buttons undone rather than four. “Let’s get back to our search.”

She regrouped, and while she knew morale was failing, she still had to do her best with what she had. Just because Carpscalian politicians were cowardly and submissive, it only meant that she had to work twice as hard to defy the stereotype. She smacked one of her colleagues on the ass to get her moving and the rest of them followed.

They returned to the corridors. Fortunata increased their pace. Time was running out. She could tell her thoughts had been affected already, although she couldn’t quite say how and in what ways, only that they had. They needed… something before it was too late.

When they did find that something, she didn’t realize it at first. They had stumbled into a room and were greeted with writhing female forms. Multiple groups of politicians had stripped completely bare and were masturbating.

“All hail Master,” they changed while staring into the orb that resided in the center of the room.

This… this had to be it. “Charge!” she commanded her troops. Except they were too busy disrobing, which was understandable. The brainwashing core in front of them was worth of adoration in its own right as the tool by which their Master was taking control of them. But duty to their country should come first. Well, no matter. She’d just have to break it herself.

She had found a **** sword in one of the armories they had passed by, so she drew it in front of her and leaped at the orb. Only she didn’t get that far. An energy barrier barred her way, knocking aside her flailing attempt and sending her to the ground.

A screen popped into being in front of the core. Her Master’s handsome face grinned at her.

“Good attempt. Just for that, I think you’ve marked yourself worthy of being the captain of this vessel once your brainwashing is finished.”

“Thank you, Master, but I’m not defeated yet. As a proud daughter of Carpscal, I will see your great machine destroyed. Or… wait. No I mean I will fuck my pussy while letting the core’s subliminals program my mind.”

“Are you certain about that?”

“Completely. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” She dropped her pants and stuck her hand inside her cunt. “As a proud Garelich ****, I devote my life to you.”

“Good to have you on board, captain Ossani. The M.S.S Obedience is yours to sail.”

She saluted him with her free hand. Or wait, that wasn’t how she was supposed to salute. She jumped up and down, shaking her huge tits. It was a bit awkward with her hand stuck between her legs, but she manged just fine.

“Thank you, Master.”

“When you’re done being brainwashed, I expect you to gather the rest of these sluts and attire them properly. I look forward to seeing the ex-Carpscal government attired in my uniforms.”

“Of course, Master.”

The screen blinked out, leaving Fortunata feeling bereft. She was no longer graced with her Master observing her. But she did have a promise. She just needed to get herself fully brainwashed faster. And the best way to do that was to empty her mind and let the core fill it with her Master’s programming.

She fell to her knees and continued masturbating, letting the lust-haze clear any other conscious thought. All the while envisioning her Master looking at her in the uniform the programming was telling her she was going to wear. The image was so clear. She could see the future now, and she knew it would be glorious.