Wake up

Body Four

There’s a fresh, still-steaming pile of food in front of you. You’re not hungry but it looks healthy and something that every **** should eat. If you eat well your mistress will be happy. Clearly the spiral hypnosis from earlier might have had a larger effect than you had thought.

You’re white again and your hands have signs of aging, looks like you might be mid-40s but with a toned physique rare for the age. None of that really matters to you at the moment though. Elana’s words echo in your mind.

“Our project,” she said. What the hell is going on and what’s you part in it?

The chances for escape are low now. They’ll be on high alert and you only nearly escaped last time thanks to the sheer strength of that body. You try to rethink the path you took but the adrenaline rush and your haphazard choices in the hallways have left it mostly a blur. Still, you know an exit exists so you haven’t given up all hope.

Among the plotting, you start to wonder who you are. Elana said you worked with her? That can’t be right. Or could it? No memory leaves no answers. Still there was something familiar about Elana, something deeper than memory.

Just as you’ve built up an appetite, you can hear Ana and Katja coming down the hallway. You raise an ear but not enough to raise attention.

“…Elana…saved the day?”

“Yes ma’am. Apparently used an orgasm trigger to halt his rampage,” you hear Katja say.

“Maybe the more primal triggers stick around as the other ones fade,” muses Ana. “But the bigger issue right now is we’ve lost a performer. Just realize I’m doing you a favor. I don’t know what’s going on but this is the second of your reports to go haywire in two days. We’ll be safe and use my veteran for tonight. This one was here before you and has never had any issues.”

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry and I understand,” Katja responds.

“And tonight we do everything by the book, do you understand?”

At this point they’re outside your door. You guess it’s just your luck. Although you did take two slaves out of commission so you guess their options are getting thinner. You’re not sure for what exactly. A performance?

Ana swings it open. She’s smiling widely at you.

“Hello darling,” she says, “We’ve had a last-minute issue and need someone for the stage tonight.”

You stare at her blankly because you have no clue what she’s talking about. But then it dawns on you that they’re replacing your last body with your new body. You note the irony.

“Now, we’re short on time...certainly no time for the spa. We need you in the programming room right away,” Ana says.

You hesitate. You have no escape plan but maybe Elana does. Ana also treats this **** differently from the others so maybe the best strategy is to be on her good side. Either way, you don’t have a choice in the matter and that’s becoming normal, even comforting.

“And I know, I normally let you go on your own, but we have to do everything by the book now,” she says, throwing a side eye at Katja. “I need you to sleep now,” Ana says.

Her words hit you hard and you’re suddenly relaxed and obedient, ready for more instructions. She leads you to another room for programming.