The Collar (unhappy trance, Hannah)

Over at the side of the room, looking at the machines, you see a collar. It is made of metal, with lights and buttons glowing on the outside, and several short, thin needles on the inside. It has a hinge in the back in order to close it around a girl's neck. The collar itself is pretty thin as well, and won’t cover up much of Hannah’s neck.

You walk back to where the guards are holding Hannah, and stand in front of her. You turn around and show the collar off to the soon-to-be slaves. Most of them look uncomfortable with the needles along the sides of the collar.

Hannah is still in tears, and the painful looking collar isnt helping. You walk over to her and grab her face by the chin and smile at her misfortune.

“This,” you gesture to the collar, “is a body control collar. When I put this on you, you will be **** to obey me. It’s as simple as that. You will keep your thoughts and consciousness, but as soon as i give a command, you will have to obey.”

“Please.. I dont want to. I- I- I didn’t do anything wrong.” Hannah stammers.

“You did. You got the question wrong.”

“But i *sniff* I didn’t know what you wanted me to say” she says.

You begin to grope Hannah again. You love looking at the fear in her eyes. Such a soft, innocent girl, soon to be **** to do all kinds of sexual tasks for you. You give her tit a squeeze and look towards your other captives.

“Well girls, as much as you may not like it, the rules were simple and Hannah failed. She deserves what is coming to her” you say.

Turning to the guards, “Don’t you two think she deserves it?”.

The two guards respond in monotone unison, “Yes Master, Hannah deserves to become one of your slaves. She failed the test, and now she must lose her free will as a punishment.”

“Good, now let’s get this collar on her!” you say excitedly.