Omake: An end to this arc

A/N: I don'T think i can improve on this anymore, so here's the end of this omake arc. Still got some writing mood left in me for this.

Days passed.Where Bonnie’s old life had consisted of training and customer service, her days now were filled with therapy sessions. She hated sitting around and talking, but what she hated even more was the doubts.

Early on, they all had figured out that the staff - meaning Master, even if he only showed up for an afternoon per week - wanted them to use their names, so they did, the numbers gone from their lives. And not once was she called Bunny.

Like many, she had serious issues squaring the circle demanded of her, though. They wanted to make her less dependent on Master’s wishes, which meant what they wanted mattered less. Didn’t it?

But somehow, wanting to stay a good girl wasn’t an option she was given. Which, good girl as she was, she accepted. Reluctantly. Very reluctantly.

Going about these old missions brought back memories, as did learning about her former private life. Of which, having been a secret agent, she apparently hadn’t had much.

But she learned she had grown up on a farm. Perhaps that was why she had liked it when customers milked her big jugs that much?

That knowledge certainly created dreams mixing up the milking sessions with a farm and Master visiting to use her however he wanted. She usually came, then.

Not regularly being fucked was weird. It kept her on edge, but, where her former owner had just made sure she was ready at a moment’s notice, no one released her now. And she knew better than to touch herself without permission

This place was generally prudish, too, making regular attempts to dress all the slaves.

That was something she and her newfound friends in the therapy talked about often. If ordered, she would of course wear clothes, but it was just wrong! They just got in the way of Master using them, and covered up what was his to display.

Last week, they all had been talked into wearing lingerie at least, the staff scoring enough of a victory there that they were OK with making the bras cupless. She… could live with that. As wrong as it felt, having support for her udders was useful. And sitting naked on things was just going to stain them.

#-#-#-#-#

Three months after the rescue, Hawk began his weekly visit by going to the doctor running the facility.

“Mr. Hawk.” The other guy shook his hand. “I’m afraid we’re running into a major issue here, and I would want to drop the regular structure.”

“Sure.” Hawk sat down wit a nod. “What’s the matter, exactly?”

“We spent three months doing all we could to heal the women from the brainwashing. And we’re making very good progress, even if there’s some issues.” Like with Iris, but that wasn’t something to be spelled out. “..but there’s a few that actively resist the therapy.”

“Is the Brainwashing too strong?”

“No.” A head shake. “That’s not it. They’ve all come up with cogent arguments on their own, even when they later formed a little debate group. And unfortunately, once accounting got my reports…”

…yeah, ‘therapy mostly done, most remaining ones actively resist healing’ sounded like the sort of thing financials read as a chance to cut cost. Hawk sighed. “...let me talk to them.”

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Bonnie was surprised to be called into a room at moment’s notice. Not that it was her decision where she was at any time, but the staff usually insisted it was outside of therapy sessions. So it surprised her.

She was especially surprised to find Master sitting on a windowsill.

“Master!” She fell on her knees in a nanosecond, hands behind her back, jugs pushed out as she lowered her gaze. With her cupless and cropless lingerie, that was quite the show.

“Take a chair and look at me, Bonnie.” He replied, turning to take the second chair opposite her.

Confused, she obeyed.

“I was made aware you are actively resisting the therapy, and came up with cogent arguments. I want to hear them.”

“Yes, Master.” She nodded, eager to finally make her case. “So this entire thing is about making sure we become independent again. That we aren’t just objects and our opinions count. Isn’t it?”

“It is.” He nodded.

“But when we say we want to be property, that’s not an option. Sure, as a good girl, I accept that wanting to be a good girl is not the sort of answer you want, but… if I’m supposed to be more independent, if my opinion is supposed to be respected, that feels extremely hypocritical.”

Master just stared at her, mouth open. Which left her confused - had she gone too far? Did Master only say he wanted independ…

He leaned back, barking laughter until he eventually regained control. “Wow.” he wiped away a tear. “You’re right, that is hypocritical. Except for one point - how can I be sure it’s what you think, not what these assholes broke you into?”

“If I didn’t actually want to be your good girl, would I resist the path of least resistance this much?”

“Fair.” He chuckled, then ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m the last guy who says no to own a hot woman or two. But I need to know it’s what they actually want. I have willing toys already, even if they are free. I guess I have low standards - all I need is declared consent I can believe. With you guys, the believing part is hard.”

“...what can I do to convince you, Master?” She gulped.

“Right, I guess I already own you. That was supposed to be a fucking ruse!” He shook his head. “But now I have a bunch of hot, skilled agents that have no other wish than to be my property. Or just be property?”

“If you want to sell me” Bonnie gulped. “That’s your decision.”

“Fucking hell.” He facepalmed. “OK, no that’s not an option. Guess with your resistance to independence, you can’t even be let free or you end up by the next asshole willing to **** you. No, you stay with me.”

When Bonnie just beamed a happy smile, he sighed even harder.

“Especially as they’re going to cut funding here due to the high success rate.”

Her smile froze.

“Yeah, my opinion, too.” He picked her manila folder from the windowsill he had st on when she came in. “So your actual name is Bonnie, but they say your friends in the ‘Resistance’, if we’ll call it that, call you Bunny?”

“That’s a more fitting good girl name, Master.”

“Do you decide that?”

She gulped, hard. “N…no, Master. You do.”

“And I decide to ask you.” He grinned. “You’re right, I would be an **** hypocrite if I didn’t care about your opinion. So, how shall I call you? Bonnie, Bunny, something else...?”

Bonnie was happy. Master actually listened! Not only that, he cared about her opinion! Which meant she had to actually consider.

“Take your time.” He smiled. “I’ll just call you **** until then.”

“Not convincing me to decide, Master~.” She grinned, making him laugh.

“Ok, you convinced me.” He chuckled. “Explain your thought process.”

“Well, apparently my free women name was Bonnie. That woman was interesting, but it’s not me anymore.” At his wince, she added. “Oh, I don’t mind, Master. With my old owner, it sucked. And before that, I did all those crazy dangerous things. But here, I have a good life. I’m respected and valued. And with all the hard work you invest in making sure I’m fine…” She shrugged. “Apparently Bonnie had a Bunny, and they gave it to me as a connection. It’s close to ‘Bonnie’ and it’s a stripper name, soI went with it. That said, now you ask…”

“...yes?”

“I love being milked, so maybe I’d like to be called Bessie?” She grinned, jiggling her big tits.

“...Bessie is out of the question.”

“Not even when you milk me~?”

When he froze, unable to reply for several moments, she laughed. “I’d like to be your Bunny, Master.”

“...Bunny it is.” He croaked.

“Oh, sorry, Master. I see you’re all ready.” She shook them again before rising and kneeling before him. “I got used to being used all the time, and now I haven’t had a cock in months. May I help you with that, please? Go ahead, even Bonnie liked it rough~” Waiting for the answer, she kissed the tent in his pants.

Then the world went black.

The next day

Bonnie woke up on moving ground. Rising slowly, she found herself in a bunk inside a small room. Jumping down, she saw an empty, but used bunk below her as well as a note at the door and an extremely skimpy, cupless bikini with high heels. Shrugging, she donned the clothes, then carefully walked to the door to read the note.

Welcome aboard, sluts. I’m still mainly tasked with looking after you, so we’re staying here for at least a week or two.
Master
PS) I tranqued you to move you here without violating OPSEC. I also do that with my free toys. Get used to it.

Smiling, she opened the door, then walked up the stairs to ascend into the main… room? of a boat, where her friend Elisha stopped her work in the kitchen to run over and hug her. Clearly, she noted, an apron was allowed for that duty, even if it covered her nipples. And she was collared, with a leash dangling into the apron.Further out, the last two, leashed and collared, members of the resistance sat in a jacuzzi, enjoying the sun while Master was at the BBQ station.

Grinning, she walked over, kneeling before him and licking his groin. “Hello, Master.” She purred. “Now I need cock even more~”

He laughed. “and you’ll get it, don’t worry. But first…” He held out a hand, into which Elisha immediately placed a collar.

Without even being ordered, she moved her hair out of the way, purring happily as he collared and leashed her.

“Good girl.” He grinned, and she almost came.

After lunch, where the women ate from bowls on their knees, he leashed them together into pairs, watching as they made out, oiled each other up and delivered needy shows for Hawk until he finally pinned them down, giving them what they craved ever since being freed.

When Bunny returned to her bunk later, she made sure to put the plastic bunny next to her pillow.