Long term conditioning

The next few weeks passed for Lisa in a blur. She remained bound and captive however Alma's attitude towards her had thawed significantly, warmed even.

She wanted to be free, yes but as Alma said, she couldn't rightly just let her go could she, not after holding her for so long - the old woman would be arrested and likely rot in jail for the rest of her life.

Besides she was pretty comfortable, all things considered. She hadn't had her period yet so Alma was convinced that Lisa was definitely with child. Lisa wasn't so sure but with the way Alma fussed over her, she almost wished she was. The woman regularly served her up three square meals a day, came at her beck and call whenever she needed the bedpan and her sponge baths had become noticeably more tender, pleasant even. She was getting the royal service, so to speak aside from being chained up of course. Even that didn't seem so bad though, her muscles had stopped aching and she didnt seem to have any bedsores or anything. The only problem was the mornings.

Each morning Lisa would wake in terrible pain, either feeling sick in the stomach or rotten in the head or on the worst days, both. Alma insisted it was more evidence she was carrying, as she called it and Lisa began to suspect she was right. The feeling would pass as the day wore on, food and coffee never failing to brighten her up. She was sleeping well too, falling into a slumber like clockwork just after her nightly supper. Such had become her routine that the days passed quickly despite her captivity, her general outlook on the world improving with each day.

Alma obsessed over Lisa day and night. She hadn't had a paying guest in weeks and she intended to keep it that way, having started a rumour that she was heading out of town and keeping her doors locked and her lights low. She had a well stocked larder and everything she needed to execute her plan which up until now was going swimmingly, even better than expected.

Alma had impressed herself with her own pharmaceutical talents, quickly coming to understand the affect each of the various substances she was administering to her 'guest' had on her, and mixing and modifying the dosages accordingly. It had gone like clockwork, the poor girl sent into a wild **** induced psychosis every second or third night, her unstable state propped up by liberal top ups in the days between. Alma did worry about the effect it might have on her future grandson, but she figured she wanted him strong and loyal, smarts didn't matter so much.

To Alma's amazement, Lisa didn't seem to remember anything of her nocturnal episodes, either blacking out completely with no memory of them, or chalking the fragments of what she did remember up to some kind of nightmarish dreamscape brought on by her prolonged captivity. Alma tread carefully, lacing her food and drink with just the right amounts of uppers and downers to keep Lisa in good spirits throughout the day, then every second or third hitting her with the big one, sending her on an all night mind bending ride which she used to shape the young woman's psyche.

Her plan seemed to be working as well, the clueless bitch was positively chirpy most days, at least once she got over her hangover. She'd even slipped a few times, displaying some of her nocturnal conditioning throughout the day - when Lisa had absent mindedly said "Thanks momma." after Alma had wiped her clean and was walking away with the bedpan she knew she had her, she just had to stick to the plan.

What she did to the young cowgirl during her 'sessions' was enough to make even Alma blush, the sick depraved acts she had trained the cowgirl to perform beyond even anything she had done with poor Virgil. She often mused over how much he would have enjoyed breaking the bitch with her, using and shaping her and ultimately, receiving her true love. Alma knew it was coming, her ultimate goal just around the corner... it was just a matter of turning her night into day.