Play it safe

Robert couldn't help but notice the woman the moment he'd walked in the door. She was young, no older than he was, with an attractive face and a killer body. Big tits, round ass, slim figure and legs for days, she was the spitting image of the perfect woman that the arcology promoted. Robert might of had some problem keeping his erection under control, if she didn't look exactly like almost every other woman in the lower levels. In fact, if he got up, out of his seat, and went back into the main club of Harold's establishment he had no doubt he'd see nearly the same girl everywhere. Harold paid good money to make sure his girls kept up with the latest trends. He did note she was well conditioned however; if this woman, Kagney, had any misgivings about being offered up as a reward in a poker game she didn't show it. Instead she just beamed seductively.

Robert's thoughts turned to his mother and how long she had been Dux's property, and any temptation of increasing his rewards were immediately quashed. "No thanks Harold." Robert said standing up, not willing to risk what he'd come here to get, "I think I'll just take my mother and go."

The older man let out a little 'harrumph' before motioning towards an elevator. "Alright kid, a deal's a deal." He shooed Kagney away and stuffed his limp member back in his pants before escorting Robert to the lift.

Harold pushed the 'CALL' button and the doors opened, the elevator already at their floor. "I gotta tell you kid..." Harold said as he pressed the button for the sub-basement, "I consider it a damn shame what happened to your dad. He was a good man. One of the few. And I hope you know I would never have mistreated your mom. No sir, never would have used her as a club whore. She would have been for special occasions, and only the high rollers."

Robert stayed quiet but nodded his head at Harold's words trying his best to control his rage. While the older man no doubt considered everything he said to be nothing but courteous and completely gentlemanly, Robert couldn't help but feel insulted. When Robert's father had purchased his mother he'd done so for her personality, demeanor, class, and mind. He was in love with her, and in their twenty years of marriage, he'd never put her through 'Conditioning'.

The lift stopped and the doors opened to reveal an impressive operation. The two men stepped into a large, poorly lit, chamber divided into three columns and rows of seats in each column; each row, aside from the first, only seemed to be about half full. The first row appeared to be the milking stations, where women sat hooked up to breast pumps while their bodies were constantly injected with hormones to increase not only their milk production but also the size of their tits. In fact all of the women who had, clearly, been there a while had breasts so impossibly big they couldn't possibly stand up without breaking their backs. Breast milk was a key commodity in the dairy business and shortly after The Fall it had replaced cows milk as the primary source of dairy. Harold Dux was a, moderately, well known local producer.

The second column looked like it was for the physical aspect of 'Conditioning'. Dye stations, exercise machines, an auto salon, and tattoo artist, it seemed perfectly okay, save for the quarantined off surgery station and recovery beds at the far end. Breast augmentation, facial modification, liposuction, and hormone injection. Everything an owner needs to create the physically perfect .

"This way," Harold said and directed Robert towards the third and final column. Immediately he knew this was for the mental component of the 'Conditioning' process, and it took every ounce of his strength not to turn away. Here there were a handful of women strapped into their seats, their eyes open while exceptionally lewd porn played on the screens in front of them. Subliminal messages flashed occasionally and while they were too quick to read, one knew they were reinforcing key desired components of the process: Obedience, overt sexuality, and constant arousal. The women's ears were covered with sensory depraving earphones that, while feeding the audio from the images in front of them, alternate frequencies also reinforced those same messages.

Injection systems pumped extremely potent and highly addictive aphrodisiacs straight into the women's systems, while various apparatuses pleasurably stimulated their erogenous zones. A multitude of monitors recorded each woman's proximity towards orgasm and automatically shut down the stimulating devices before they crested, never allowing the women to climax. Then they would start up again as the build-up subsided, keeping the women perpetually on edge.

All-in-all, it was about standard for the 'Conditioning' process.

It took Robert a moment to spot her, strapped and squirming from arousal in her chair. She was naked, as all the women were, clothing was considered a right women had to earn; and her seat was drenched with her arousal. Robert stopped himself from rushing to her, and instead kept in stride with Harold as they approached. Her breasts were bigger, but not by much, and they looked firmer and perkier than they were the last time he saw her. She was also slimmer yet curvier, although she'd never been fat or overweight, she had carried a few extra pounds. Pounds which had now been dropped from undesirable spots yet remained where they were wanted. Her hair was a little longer and much shinier, indeed it seemed to shimmer in the low light. She looked more womanly, more beautiful; and Robert would be damned if he wasn't struggling to keep from getting an erection.

"Parts o' the process 're finished," Harold said as they came up to Robert's mother, "But she's a stubborn woman and it's been slow goin'. If she'd'a been anyone else this whole thing would be done by now." He then scratched the back of his head. "I gotta say kid, we've never stopped the process this late into implementation. Most of what's been done can't be undone without serious capital. If you want the woman she was back... hate to break it to you kid, but that just ain't gonna happen."

"How far along has it gone?" Robert asked as he reached out and grabbed his mother's hand. He was surprised when his mother's body instantly convulsed and all of the stimulating apparatuses immediately stopped. A red light flashed on the monitor above her head and a clear fluid was injected into her via the I.V. that was connected to her arm and slowly her body calmed back down.

One of the few attendants rushed over to check on her and the readouts. "Careful!" the man said, "she was approaching climax and the physical contact component has already been completed! Do you want to ruin today's work?"

Robert was about to lose his scarcely controlled temper when Harold interjected, "Doctor! This is Mr. Robert Goodleigh," he said indicating the young man, "As of five minutes ago he's Rebecca's new owner."

"Ah," the doctor said somewhat embarrassed, "A pleasure to meet you mister Goodleigh." he said holding out his hand which Robert didn't take; after a moment he awkwardly pulled it back. "I apologize for my outburst, but please only touch Becky when her arousal levels drop below this level..." he indicated a line on the monitor above her head, which several bars were already above. "Initiating physical contact while the readings are above it risks orgasm."

"Thank you doctor." Harold said implying a dismissal of the professional.

"How much of the process has been completed?" Robert tersely asked again.

The Doctor cast a look at Harold before turning to his notes. "The physical components of the conditioning have already been completed: Increased bust size and buttocks, fat trimming, feminine hormone treatment, foot modification for heeled footwear, and permanent hair pigmentation alteration. Psychologically we've had a harder time with this one. Becky's strong willed and it took as a while to break her, so the programming has been delayed in comparison to other, more malleable patients.

"Chemical neurological conditioning has been successful, her body now produces the standard suites of aphrodisiacs and feminine hormones without prompting. We've completed her indoctrination to heterosexual sex, but she's proven resistant to homosexual stimulation. Vaginal addiction to the male phallus and semen is complete, oral is our current target but it's incomplete and we've yet to begin anal conditioning. Residual personality traits and memories have been persistent throughout the process and it will take considerably more time to purge them; but thus far they have not seriously impeded the process. We've yet to begin emotional dependency imprinting as per Mr. Dux's instructions which is a critical aspect of the process, but we're ready to begin at any time. All-in-all, I'd say the process is around 83% complete. Another month to six weeks and the process should be complete."

"Shut it down." Robert instructed.

The Doctor and Harold shared a look. "Mr. Goodleigh, I cannot recommend that, without completing the conditioning I can't guarantee obedient behavior."

"Shut. It. Down."

The Doctor considered Robert's instruction for a moment more before sighing, "She's your property Mr. Goodleigh." He then proceeded to shut down the machines and disconnect Rebecca. As each device was switched off the woman moaned in protest, her body being denied the stimulation it had become so accustomed to.

Robert kneeled in front of his mother and, as the doctor unhooked the clamps that her eyes open, tried to get her to look at him. Her body was shivering with arousal and the young man knew she was in need of climax. "Mom..." he said gently and reached out to squeeze her hand again, "it's me. Mom it's Bobby."

At the physical contact, Rebecca's body convulsed in near orgasm, but she was still too far away to achieve it. Her hand squeezed his back tightly and her eyes fixed on him as though he was the sole thing in the universe that could grant her climax. But even through her lust filled haze some measure of recognition its way through.

"Bobby?..." she managed to breathe out.

Robert almost sobbed at the sound of her voice, "Yeah mom, it's me. I'm here. I'm here to bring you home."

"Bobby," Rebecca started again, "baby please..."