Celebratory brainwashing

After pulling into my neighborhood, I had Laura swing around to the alley behind my house to park the truck in my backyard.

Laura removed the key from the ignition, and the old truck shuddered and died. Taking the key from her hands, I asked, “You don’t have anything important you need from home, do you?”

“Well, I have my clothes,” she began listing with a concerned voice, “my computer….”

“You’re not going to need any of that,” I rudely interrupted, “do you have any living things you need to take care of or any medicine you need?”

“N-No, but I still need my….”

“Trust me,” I said with a smirk, “you won’t need any of that.”

I could tell Laura was frightened. She looked away from me, and her body stiffened. I hadn’t been able to train her properly when I briefly had her ride the bike at the office. She was completely obedient, grateful that I saved her, and probably a little horny, but none of my commands made her happy about her new situation. I consider myself an empathetic person, though, and I planned to help her feel much better fairly soon.

“Look at me," I ordered, and her wide brown eyes immediately flicked to mine. "I saved you for a reason. I will not abandon you."

She relaxed, nodded, and gave me a weak smile. I turned my head and opened up the rusty passenger door before she could read the intent in my eyes.

Amy was still sitting in her car in my front driveway when we walked around the corner. It had been hours since Amy called, and I had to say her trigger phrase quickly. So, I was pretty surprised she was still sitting in my driveway waiting. As I got closer to the car, realization dawned on me. With the %156 AQI, this poor girl had... she was horny. This was evidenced by the slight moans coming from the car and the fogged-up side window. Considering I was the only person in the world she was attracted to. It was easy to guess why she waited so patiently.

Knock! Knock! I tapped on the steamed glass. Amy let out a cute yip, and her hands flew up. After a couple of seconds, she opened up the door and slinked out. She wore a cute, short tennis skirt and a tight magenta top.

"Master!" She exclaimed, "where have you been... and who is this?"

Laura gave an incredulous look to Amy and me. She was simultaneously concerned by Amy calling me master and the unmistakable smells of sex wafting from Amy's open car door.

"This is Laura," I said. "I rescued her from a diabolical conspiracy or something like that. Don't worry; you two will be great friends soon!"

Amy just shot me a quizzical look. Laura was about to make a retort, but I shook my head at her, and she obeyed.

"Why don't we go inside to talk more," I nicely suggested, "it's far too cold out here."

I led them through the door into my garage and locked it behind us. Laura's eyes immediately locked on the MC1000 in the center of the room.

"No, No, this isn't right," she almost whimpered. "I just got away."

I felt a little bad for her, but I had made my decision back at the office. If I let her go, MKU would definitely find her. Even if I erased her memory, I could never be sure that MKU didn't have the tech to recover it. I wasn't going to risk my safety.

"Laura, I'm sorry," I gently spoke, "but you were never free. I programmed you on the bike already. You just need some... fine-tuning, and you'll be very happy. For now, just wait and be quiet."

Before Laura could respond, Amy questioned, "What do you mean you programmed her on the bike?"

"Don't worry, your pretty little head Amy," I said condescendingly, "Why don't you let me touch all over your naked body instead while we watch the show?"

"Oh! Ok!" Amy said as her programming **** her to quickly comply and strip in front of Laura and me.

"Laura, go ahead and strip, too," I ordered the frightened woman. "Then... go put on the skirt and top that Amy was wearing and go have a seat on the bike for me."

Amy was too busy following her programming to even register that Laura existed anymore.

Laura was gorgeous. Her whole body was smoothly toned and very athletic. Her tits were perfect for her small 5'-1" frame too. They were perky and both large handfuls.

Laura quickly scurried over to put on Amy's discarded mini skirt and Lycra top. Her face flushed red at the humiliation of being **** to wear another girl's clothes. I quickly decided it was time to stop toying with the poor girl and introduce her to her new life.

I walked over to the MC1000 and quickly set it up. After learning a lesson from my takeover of Triple D Fabrication, I decided to modify the permanent programming trigger phrase. I wanted to make sure it was a bit more complicated. I liked the simplicity and sound of the "you belong to me" default trigger, but I didn't want to risk using a code that other bike users knew.

I settled on extending the length of the original trigger. "You belong to me, now, and forever," I typed into the screen. It was simple but doubtful to be used by anyone but me in earshot of my girls.

Laura sat down on the bike seat. A small tear escaped her eye. It tugged slightly on my darkened heart as it fell.

"Look, I'm sorry it's like this," I said with some measure of remorse. "With MKU out there, you would have never remained free. They would have tracked you down and, at the very least, erased your memory of years of your life. The only reason they haven't caught me is that they have no idea who I am. I promise to give you more joy than you've ever imagined, and I'll never kick you away. I owe you that, at least."

Laura's face became stoic as she considered my words. "You're probably right." She whispered, "I've met the board of MKU... I've seen how ruthless they can be when things don't go according to plan. This isn't a good option, but it is the best..."

Laura started pedaling on her own. The pleasure grabbed her mind quickly, thanks to her countless other turns on the bike. In seconds her expression turned to determined joy as she pedaled faster and faster.

Amy pressed her naked body against mine in an embrace as I watched Laura writhe in pleasure on the bike. Amy seemed oblivious to what Laura was undergoing, or she at least didn’t care. I ran my left hand down Amy’s back as she straddled my side. After grabbing her firm ass, I moved my hand to her pussy. She obediently spread her legs for me and moaned as I gently pressed two fingers into her wet slit.

“Shh…” I scolded Amy, “keep quiet until I tell you otherwise.”

My fingers raced to get Amy to orgasm before Laura had the massive one that would put her into programming mode. I could tell I was falling behind. I whispered to Amy that I wanted to make her cum. Her “helpful” command slammed into effect quickly. She nearly collapsed and had to use my body for support as her pleasure built. Moments later, and almost simultaneously, both girls arched their backs and let out a duet of moans. Amy’s walls squeezed my fingers as Laura’s consciousness was squeezed out of existence by pleasure and subliminals.

I released my hold on Amy, and she gently tumbled to the floor beside me. I stepped over her to Laura and admired the sexy blank stare on her face. I was pleased to have another girl under my thrall; I was especially delighted to have a knockout like Laura. My excitement was palpable.

Glancing at the screen, I noticed she achieved an AQI of 148%. Not too shabby. She’d be pretty aroused all the time at that level and be decently submissive too. The commands I had planned would take care of most of that anyway.

First things firsts, I cleared her previous commands as the instructions suggested. There wasn’t anything worth keeping to warrant the risk of a conflict. Then I finally relaxed my worries and started my first attempt at creating my perfect woman. I didn’t want a mindless ****, although the idea was sometimes appealing. Instead, I wanted to be loved… maybe even worshipped… and I wanted my women to enjoy giving themselves to me.

Laura, in particular, would need some special commands. I couldn’t give her much, if any freedom due to the risk of her being recognized by MKU or Triple-D’s workers. She needed to be a new person, and she needed to be entirely dependent on me.

“Laura,” I spoke, “you will happily ride this bike any time I tell you and only when I tell you to.”

“You are now named Ira Leigh. You are a completely new person. You still have the memories of Laura, though.”

"You will constantly change and adjust your personality and tastes to best match my ideal vision of you."

“You love me intensely and unconditionally.”

“Obeying me gives you sexual pleasure."

"You are my obedient love ****."

"You think of me as your master."

"You are an object meant for your owner's pleasure, and I am your owner."

"You feel sexual pleasure and joy any time you use your body to please me."

"You will orgasm any time I tell you to."

"You want to be sexually, physically, and emotionally easy for me."

"You love it when I brainwash and enslave other women. You will also never be jealous and will do your best to get along with my other women."

"You will learn my tastes and learn to style your makeup, hair, and clothes to suit my desires best."

"You are incredibly attracted to me and only me."

Finally, I needed to put in some commands to protect myself.

"You will not venture out into public without my explicit permission."

"If you have to talk to someone who is not me or was not brainwashed by me, you will do your best to come across as normal."

"You will not say or do anything that would arouse anyone's suspicions without my permission."

"You will not use any computing or communication technology without my consent."

"If I tell you to freeze, you will immediately freeze in place. If I tell you to unfreeze, you will be able to move again."

By the time I finished the commands, Amy was standing up again beside me and looking back and forth at Ira and me with wide eyes. She wanted to ask me what was happening, but she still obeyed my command to be silent. However, she was obeying totally on her own accord. She hadn't been brainwashed to blindly follow my orders yet. I just ignored her questioning eyes.

"Ira," I said with anticipation, "get off of the bike, please."

Ira slowly lifted her heart-shaped ass off of the entrancing bike seat. Life returned to her eyes almost immediately, and she shot a sexy smile right at me as her eyes refocused.