Time to erase Stacy's identity

Once you entered the shop, you saw the owner pleasuring herself with one of the cult's community slaves. Coincidentally, the owner is a long time member of the cult. If a member of the cult wanted to get some sex equipment on the down low, she was the person to go to. Plus, she had all of your slaving equipment in the store. A person joined the cult, they were told that they could enslave one another or outsiders for themselves and were given a personalized set of slaving equipment. While many people in the cult had tried to enslave you over time, you always made them think twice, less they become the enslaved.

As she finished cumming, she saw you and your slaves standing at the entrance. When saw how all three of you looked, she just simply smiled. This wasn't the first time that she'd seen you walking around naked. It's just that you usually were only naked at cult headquarters, but given how happy you were to be entrusted with your mission, you had decided to keep your high going.

"Hey there, Sarah. See you're having fun with that slut."

"You better believe it. This cunt muncher is amazing. I might see about marking her for myself."

"Funny you should mention marking. I've got two girls to mark myself."

"Oh, well played. Where'd you get them? I might try there myself."

"My school. The piece of trash kneeling on the floor is my former school rival. She thought that she could **** me with photos of me naked at school."

"Looks like it backfired. And the other girl?"

"Oh, just a girl that seems to have Stockholm syndrome towards me. She's also from school."

"Nice. Now given that you mentioned marking them, who do you want to start with?"

You looked down at Stacy and smile. You then kick her forward. She yelps in pain, but moves along obediently towards Sarah.

"Let's start with this one. I want them awake during the process, and the other one is out from a intense orgasm high."

"Glad to hear that. Now, which process do you want?"

After all the time you had had to deal with Stacy, you knew the one for her.

"Blank slate."

Sarah looked at you shocked and then laughed.

"Damn. You must really hate her. Okay, come on whore. Let's get you processed."

Stacy shrunk back for a second until she felt your cold stare on her back. She then slowly followed Sarah to the back. After placing Rachel down on a table in the back room, you went over to wear Sarah and Stacy were.

Sarah had Stacy locked onto a wooden horse, with her arms and legs strapped to chains connected to the floor and a collar that kept her looking straight at the wall in front of her. Sarah had also put a ballgag in Stacy's mouth for what was sure to be a painful process. Stacy was sure in for a treat.

The 'Blank Slate' process was a method of removing the enslaved one's identity by little by little and making it so that they could never return to the person they once were. In effect, the enslaved would have their whole 'slate' wiped clean. After process was done, only the person who enslaved them would ever remember who they once were. It helped that the cult had access to magic to ensure it's permanence.

"So, what first?"