A Mind to Convert

As the slave girl's naked form set down the glasses of water for her Mistress and her subjects, Ruviera called her over. Obeying, she approached her Mistress and listened closely for her instructions. They came, and she absorbed them, acting immediately, entirely uncaring as to what it was they actually told her to do. Getting down on her knees, she crawled underneath the table Nathan sat at beside Ruviera and reached out for it. The chairs were low and the table only small, so Taira had to do little work getting herself into position between his legs. Glancing to the side, where Ruviera's own bare crotch was also seated, her legs almost as wide as Nathan's own slackened ones were, Taira grasped the erect member in her delicate fingers and sucked vigorously, engorging herself on him quickly and thoroughly.

It didn't take long. Ruviera had made sure of that. It was almost immediately that Taira felt the flow of the sweet warmth pooling on the back of her tongue and sliding down her throat as Ruviera's muffled voice ebbed and flowed around the room, burying itself into the depths of Nathan's mind. Although he had cum, Ruviera didn't tell Taira to stop, so she didn't. Sure enough, not two minutes later and having not shrunk one bit, another shudder filled Nathan's form and a fresh load, this one smaller, deposited itself in the girl's mouth. Once again, Taira swallowed eagerly, continuing to work him as if she was bringing him to his first orgasm, and again in record time, he came once more at Ruviera's order.

Taira worked and worked Nathan's penis, swallowing everything it gave her. Ruviera worked Nathan's mind just as thoroughly, burying her own will deep behind Nathan's thoughts. Nathan's penis erupted every time in reward for his mind's obedience to her, and Taira noticed after a while that Nathan was cumming dry, his body shaking while her mouth remained empty. Eventually, Ruviera relaxed him, and Taira felt Nathan visibly slump into his chair, sliding down the backrest. Almost immediately, he began to loosen in her grip, and a minute later he had gone completely flaccid, his cock's work now finally done. He was reddened and thick at the head, his meat worked in minutes far beyond the average use most dicks saw in a week.

Ruviera's fingers appeared beside the table, clicking. Taira snapped her gaze to them in an instant. A silent point and a spreading of her legs was all Taira needed from Ruviera, and she quickly shuffled over to Ruviera's chair and went to work on her pussy, burying her nose in Ruviera's love cave and expertly bringing her Mistress to a delightful orgasm. Shaking and clenching around Taira's face as she ate her Mistress out, Ruviera squirted just a little to Taira's delight, and she lapped it up happily. The already sticky sensation of Taira's tongue over her lips added just that something else, and although Ruviera normally deemed herself above male ejaculate, she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed the sensation it gave Taira's soft little mouth when she ate her out with it still around her gums and on her tongue. Ruviera was immune to the side-effects the semen might have on her if placed too deep inside her, of course, but she still preferred to keep it at an arm's reach as principle. Except, perhaps, if little slave girls had it in their mouth when they happened to eat her out.

Finishing finally and climbing out from under the table, Taira was in time to see Carla enter, herself naked, her long wavy brown hair strung up in a ponytail, her perky bosom capped by two pink nubs that stood firm in the cool air. She didn't need to speak, and she wouldn't. Ruviera had programmed her, just as she had programmed Taira. Carla was right on time for her check-in and they all knew it. Slumping back in her chair, panting slightly, Ruviera informed Carla that she needed nothing at that moment. Bowing slightly to her Mistress, Carla absorbed Ruviera's next command and left, followed by Taira, both naked girls obedient of the universal command walking calmly up the hallway and towards their bedroom.

Moderately sized and furnished with four beds side by side, all of them facing the door side of the room, the girls went to their beds and sat down, pulling themselves up so that they sat upright against the bed head, their legs straight. Reaching for the remote by her bed, Taira switched the TV mounted on the wall opposite the four beds and the device auto-played the last channel it had been on before it was turned off. For this TV, that was a channel was a file on a USB, plugged into the back of the unit. After a few seconds, it opened the file and began to play. A soft ringing melody emanated from the speakers inside the TV and the girls watched as the wash of colours formed and began to melt and weave across the panel. Both women stared at the image, slackening in unity as they were sucked easily into trance, their faces going blank, their minds clearing. It was a slave mind's maintenance, Ruviera's own personally built rinse-cycle for their hypnotically programmed minds, and the slaves' brains tuned into it as easily as if they were watching something interesting on TV, just as they had been told to do.

Three weeks later...

The picture slowly faded to darkness. Some time had passed - the video was a few hours long, about the length of a movie. The glow of the blue stop screen shone in the faces of the occupants of the four beds as they sat in perfect formation, each up against the bed head, gazing forwards.

Taira, Carla, Nathan, and Emily. Four deeply tranced slaves. Three women, one man.

Nathan's cock stood erect. The nipples of the girls were firm. A little dampness had pooled under the crotches of two of the girls; the third was wet, but not dripping. Time passed, no one moved. The four of them sat in silence, unmoving. Eventually, Nathan's erection softened.

Of her own accord, Taira blinked and stood, swinging herself off the bed quietly. She strode calmly but somewhat mechanically towards the door and left. Her duties called. Carla joined her a minute later, and within ten minutes, the smell of fresh food wafted into the bedroom.

Nathan turned to the girl beside her. It was a surreal thing; after their mannequin-like stillness, the movement felt a little like a statue had come to life. His wide eyes absorbed her in.

Emily was tall, easily the tallest of them all. Where Carla was slim and perky, her round tits bouncy and firm and her ass bubbly and equally as firm, and while Taira's small form was thin and short but cute and sensual, Emily was different. She was strongly built and muscular, as though she worked out and played a lot of sports. Far from being body-builder-like, Emily's arms were thick but proportional and her stomach lined by the outline of her muscular abs. Her tits seemed small on her bulky frame, although they were probably the same size as Carla's, and where Carla had thin, light areolas and firm pink nipples, Emily's bore thick, dark circlets around cylindrical nipples, both of which bearing metal piercings through their sides. The breasts, unlike Carla's round, youthfully firm mounds, were flat at the top and slanted steeply down into tear-drop breasts that hung low and wide. They didn't sag; Emily was too young for that, but they did hang. When she laid down flat to sleep, they would droop sideways while Carla's would still stand more upright off her body.

Her legs too were thick and strong, and her feet came further down her bed than Nathan's did. A lightly haired crotch could be seen between her closed thighs and from Nathan's angle where she sat her ass seemed wide and thick and full. Emily's hair was short and slung across her forehead like a boy's, or perhaps like the haircut of a lesbian stereotype and she had earrings, or at least she had, now with only sleepers in her ears. She was cute, goth-like, her lips firm and her eyes dark and piercing. Her black hair looked sleek across her white skin, a stark contrast to the gleaming blonde of Taira's locks and slightly oil-tan skin or the wavy chocolate of Carla's hair across her milky complexion.

Emily turned to face Nathan. Nathan didn't move. He watched as Emily appraised him, just as he had done her. She glanced him up and down, took in his buzzcut hair which had grown out longer in the past three weeks, the deep eyes and lightly muscular frame. She absorbed the length of his arms and legs and his modestly build chest, and gazed at the pole that stood erect between his legs. Nathan hadn't noticed he'd become erect, but it made sense. Emily was beautiful. They were all beautiful. Everyone was beautiful.

This was the first time the two slaves had met. Emily was new, and, previous to her reprogramming at the magical fingers of Ruviera's hypnotic skill, she had seen Nathan in the house, naked and obedient. He had brought her food while she waited for Ruviera to attend to her, much the same as Taira had done for Nathan, although Emily had stayed in her bed as he'd brought her meal in and subsequently Nathan hadn't felt and compelling need to sexually satisfy her. His nudity hadn't gone unnoticed, but unneeded, Nathan hadn't been erect at the time. Now, he stood thick and firm, partially the result of his trance with Ruviera's video wearing off and partially due to his gaze which was still locked on Emily's naked form.

Emily's programming kicked in. Her brain was no different from that of Carla or Taira, not now, and although the previously gay Emily wouldn't have found arousal in a cock, the newly bisexual Emily did. Just as Taira had done that morning of Nathan's last day as his free self, Emily now saw Nathan's firm cock and a programmed directive kicked into gear inside her long before her mind began to process it consciously. It was like Nature's call to her, and she could not, nor would, ignore it.

Swinging herself off her bed, Emily stepped over onto Nathan's, crawling over his legs. She looked up at him, her face positioned above his length. Nathan watched her as she sidled herself up above him and positioned herself. Now from up close, Nathan could see the light hair on Emily's pussy was actually a delicately kept brazillian, and the streak pointed like an arrow down at her pink lips, thick and parting. As Emily gripped him and helped him inside of her, he felt every piece of her on him. She was deep, and warm, and Nathan could feel her wetness thick inside her depths. Already he felt himself harden fully, even before Emily began to work herself. Leaning forward, her chest in his face, Nathan's hands naturally went to Emily's firm ass as she began to rock herself up and down his length, her pussy easily taking him and holding him inside her.

Nathan gazed up at the woman, her breasts bouncing on either side of his nose as she gripped the bedhead behind him, her firm stance powerful over him and her body easily working him. Despite himself having been fairly long lasting, Emily's, or perhaps Ruviera's professional fucking proved to be too strong for him, and he quickly found himself pushing up into her as he exploded, erupting powerfully as he felt Emily's muscles contract around him and hold him deep inside of her body. The scent of Emily's sweat and skin drifted into Nathan's nose, and when she moved back to appraise him, he saw his own semen dripping out of her body past the still buried length that Emily didn't seem to be in any rush to evict from her body.

Bending down as she lifted herself off him, Emily repositioned herself and took him in her mouth, sucking him thoroughly and cleaning the mix of their juices from his length as he softened. Her bare cunt dripped with his load up in the air as she waved her ass while she worked her mouth in cleaning him off. It didn't frighten her when the fingers slipped into that same hot pussy a moment later, although she did moan past Nathan's cock in her mouth as the tender digits of Carla's hand began to work a storm up inside her. Carla was every bit as much of an expert in Emily as she was every other woman, thanks to her Mistress's programming, and she quickly had Emily writhing irresistibly as she worked inside her body, bringing the woman to her chest beside Nathan's leg as she sawed into her. When Emily came, it was with the rapidly vibrating fingers of Carla fucking her pussy while Carla herself was being fingered by Taira, on her knees at the foot of the bed, and Emily's clenched moan spurred both other girls on in their own adventures. Taira quickly brought a shivering, jolting orgasm out from Carla's quivering pussy almost as quickly as Carla herself had brought Emily's forth, and when Carla was done, both girls turned on Taira, laying her on the bed as Emily finger-fucked her and Carla nibbled at her pucker.

The front door banged and the four hypnotised slaves looked up, disengaging from their orgy. Stepping outside the bedroom, they watched as Ruviera entered, throwing her coat to them. Taira caught it and hung it up obediently on the hooks, staring at Ruviera as she rushed inside. The others gazed at their Mistress as well.

Or, rather, they gazed at the person with their Mistress. The four sets of deeply obedient eyes watched in silence as Ruviera helped the dazed girl over her arm inside. She was almost completely limp and perhaps unconscious or partly so. Her shock of red hair was in a ponytail, except some of it had been pulled out and hung down the side of her head in a dirty orange river of colour. Her cutely freckled face bore dirt and cuts, and she favoured one leg. Her clothes were torn, and although she wasn't naked, her shirt bore a wide cut down the same side as her injured leg. They could all see the bottom of her bra showing through the ragged gap. It was gashed but not cut through, and she had an evidently round bosom.

'Warm water, now,' Ruviera ordered Taira, who flew into action, her little titties jiggling as she ran. 'Disinfectant and the aid pack,' she barked to Carla, who shot off the mark. 'My laptop and the couch chair up to the desk,' she fired to Emily, who strode down the back of the house and into the basement-come-living room section. Finally, to Nathan, she demanded, 'Take her and help her down to the back. I need to wash up.' Nathan came over and looped his arm under the red head's shoulders, taking her weight. She was tall and slim, attractively built with thin hips and fitting curves. Her shirt, a plaid button-up was too big for her and hung from her shoulders, covering her upper-half except for where it was torn open. She wore slim, slightly figure-hugging denim pants. Nathan could feel her bra through her shirt. It was loose, lacking support thanks to the cuts it had borne through her shirt. She slumped a little in his grip, and he helped walk her towards the back room. He struggled a little with the girl being taller than he was, but he managed it and soon enough he had helped her into the single seat couch. She slumped back and sighed, her eyes fluttering. Glazed, hazel rings flitted into view through her dirty eyelids and although she tried to speak, her cracked lips failed her.

Taira burst in a few moments after Nathan had finished settling her into the chair and she placed the pot of warm water she'd prepared in the kitchen by the couch, which Emily had moved easily up to the table. Their tasks complete, the three slaves stepped back, looking at the distressed redhead, as Carla entered, carrying a medi-pack. She stepped in front of the girl and opened it, oblivious to the bare bum and still lightly wetted pussy she showed the girl as she did so. When she was done, she stepped back alongside her fellow slaves in time to see Ruviera enter, a towel wrapped around her hands as she dried herself off.

Tall and slender and covered in lusty curves, Ruviera, even in her out-of-breath state with her hair loose and lashed across her face and her dirty clothes, was absolutely gorgeous, even without being hypnotically programmed to worship her. She bore vicious, laser-sharp dark eyes and a shock of dead-straight black hair that hung low down her back in a thick single-plat, curtesy of Carla a few days ago. Her nose was thin and pointed and she had high, accentuated cheekbones that made her eyes look even deeper, even darker. Her chest was round and buoyant and permanently helped into prominence by a push-up that the young but aging woman deemed vital to her look, and her waist dipped sharply inwards above feminine hips, giving her a lusciously woman-like look that her slender legs accentuated. Although she had contacts, she often preferred to wear her glasses, and her eyes seemed even wider and more focussed through the magnification of the lenses which hung a little askew on her nose. Ruviera would have been a woman that fitted easily, and suited, the old Victorian-style corset dress look, whilst at the same time somehow looking like she'd be right at home with barely any changes in looks as a villain, or perhaps intelligent, double-agent seductress in a Bond film.

'Good,' she praised her attendants. She pointed with three extended fingers, 'now, you three, leave. You, with me. Help me clean her up and strip her off.' The three slaves that had been dismissed left silently, leaving Carla where she was. She quickly moved to her task and as Ruviera dampened a cloth, she unbuttoned the girl's shirt, drawing it aside. She watched Ruviera dab and wipe at the gash in the woman's side, seeing her flinch and her brow crease as the cleaning hurt her. When Ruviera passed her the cloth she exchanged it quickly for a clean one, then prepared her own and wiped at the drying dirt and grime on the girl's freckled face.

'Good good, now the bra. Quickly,' Ruviera ordered. Carla moved to undo the latch at the back but found it barely resisted her as she brushed the girl's bosom with her hands and she quickly grasped the cups and drew them off her chest, revealing two wide tear-drop breasts that hung with youthful firmness on the girl's chest, each one capped in a thick, cylindrical, slightly reddened nub that seemed to match her hair colour. Ruviera cupped first one, then the other, washing them down, not slowing as she ran the undoubtedly rough-feeling cloth over the girl's nipples. The girl twitched again, though this time without the evident distress of pain.

'Now the pants, quickly girl!' Ruviera ordered and Carla bent over the girl's lower end, reaching in quickly and grasping the button of her pants. She stirred as she touched her and Carla looked up, but Ruviera moved in, whispering hushed words of relaxation into her ear as she stroked her face. It seemed to content the distressed girl and she relaxed a little as Carla reached her around and shimmied the pants down. It took a while to get them past her bum, and ever longer to move them around the wound on her leg, but once she had managed it Carla drew the pants down and off her legs, letting them pool under her feet. The legs were long and slender and very feminine and Carla thought that the girl must have been very attractive. The use of past tense was lost on her own thoughts as she moved to continue Ruviera's bidding.

'Now the panties, and quickly girl. Cut them with the scissors, she won't need them anymore anyway. Hurry up.' Moving quickly, Ruviera dipped her cloth into the water and went to work on the thick gash in the girl's thigh. Again it pained her, although Ruviera was only cleaning the edges of the wound, and Carla saw those ringlets of hazel flicking into view as her eyelids fluttered. Grabbing the scissors, Carla hooked a finger under the girl's thin, modestly lacy panties and made two quick slices on each side, then took the front and drew the now useless fabric out from between her legs. In doing so she revealed the girl's pink slit and saw her dash of lightly trimmed orange hairs around the woman's love cave.