Tech Control for Rhoto Ch. 02

Seeing her like this, drooling under the vr helmet and moaning out mantras. Her slurred intonations of "Obedience is pleasure, disobedience is shameful. Good girls are always obedient. I am a good girl. Good girls never disobey. I will never disobey." coupled with the growing puddle beneath her pussy were enough to drive him wild with lust but Clint held back. He needed her to go through the training at least once more to cement her obedience, then the secondary training could begin.

Four years of Sasha, the first two were bliss. Sex near daily, smiles all around and day trips on the weekends. However the last two years had been increasingly negative however. What had begun as a few isolated instances had become a whole new Sasha, at least in Clint's eyes. She claimed to have not changed at all. When was the last time they'd had sex? It had been weeks. She was acting like a girlfriend but treated him like a good friend. It was her job. He was sure she'd been getting ahead by doing special favors for her boss. The new makeup, wearing lowcut tops and pushup bras to work, but did she put that kind of effort into him? Not even half.

She'd surprised him, showing up in that sexy getup on precisely the night he'd planned to start her training. He was glad though, it might have reduced the success rate if he'd had to go through her clothes. Damn sexy too, the way it clung to her pale skin, the green accents in all the right places, even the stockings were just the right tone to contrast slightly against her thighs. Especially now that they were glistening and sticky with her juices.

The progress indicator light blinked three times signalling that she would be finished in just another 30 seconds. Perfect timing, she'd probably be ready to accept her new self and then he'd have a day or two of fun with her while the hive did it's magic and prepped her body for phase two. A small beep emitted from the helmet and her mantras went quiet.

He waited, simply content to watch her drool from both ends, her face was completely slack under the helmet. A thin trail of spit traced her curves down between her ample tits and rolled down to settle between his slave's soft yet muscular thighs.

Clint walked to stand directly above her. So far connecting to the hive cluster with encrypted bluetooth had been fairly reliable. The gui could use improvement but who else was going to use it right? He tapped to open the alteration menu, estimated 35 hours to body and genetic map completion. A curling smile spread over his face, plenty of time for some fun.

He lifted the helmet off, pleased that her face didn't so much as twitch. He knelt down, setting the helmet at his side. Her eyes were wide open, glassy and showed exactly zero thought. Clint navigated to the mental function menu, she was conscious, just not thinking. Good.

If the nanites did their job right then by now, with the training having repeated twice, he should be able to simply command her, "Slave," her posture instantly improved, "cum." She convulsed, eyes still empty. He saw her smile, and the words "Thank you Master." came tumbling out of his slave's glistening pink lips.

"Do you remember your name, slave?" her face stayed frozen in its tableau of pleasure as she recited,

"My name is Sasha Pastora." While mildly surprised Clint wasn't terribly concerned that she remembered her name. There was a possibility that she'd simply accepted she, Sasha, was a slave and now conflated her name with her need to serve.

"Do you know who I am?" expression still frozen in mindless acceptance

"My Master." At least she got that one right. He needed to see how pliable she was.

"As your Master I need to know how obedient you are. What are you willing to do to prove your obedience?"

"Annnnnythinnnnng."

"Anything?"

"Annnnnnnythinnnnng, Master."

"Listen close then slave and obey: Imagine yourself as the perfect slave, even more obedient and loyal to me than you are now. This is the perfect version of you that is willing to do even more than you are, obey even deeper than you ever have before, can you imagine that version of you, slave?" He was trembling from nerves, cold sweat tickled his neck.

Her eyes were still empty, locked in confused pleasure, but she spoke all the same, "Yes, Master."

"Good Girl. Now hold that image in your mind, the perfect slave you can think of being. Devoted in every sense and action to her master. This version of you has a different name, one more suited to her purpose. Her name is Shannon and in a moment you will become that version of yourself. See that perfect version, say her name. Savor it."

"Shannon..."

"You want to be her. You need it. Don't you?" His heart was racing, this was it.

"Yyyyesss, Mmmasster! I need it so much!"

"In a moment you will decide for the last time. After you kiss my cock you won't ever disobey me again. Once you kiss my cock your mind will become Shannon's and Sasha won't think ever again. Is this what you want?"

"More than anything! Please, Master. Please let me kiss you!" Her eyes shone now, he'd turned off all her restraints, Clint pulled his sweats down just far enough to unveil himself.

"You may kiss me." She dove forward to fuse her lips with his glistening head. On contact however she seemed to bind up, hands which had tenderly but firmly cupped him moments before fell limp at her sides. Her mouth hung open, dripping a translucent bead already.

She didn't move. He was starting to be concerned. She was breathing, the nanites said she was fine but her brain scan was going wild. The activity was decreasing slowly but still well above normal parameters. He simply watched, this wasn't part of any of his projections, but the human brain was a strange computing organ to begin with so it might take a few minutes for her to actually process becoming "Shannon".

While he waited Clint checked the femtomachine menu and saw that the hive cluster was able to churn them out well faster than he had expected. The numbers would reach equilibrium in just under 17 hours. At that point he could begin testing the limits of his hive cluster, but for now he was simply hoping he hadn't permanently damaged her brain. The driplet of spit which had begun just after her kiss was now settling across her pale, hairless thigh and absorbing into the lacy garter strap which stood in stark contrast.

"Slave, are you okay?" Seconds passed, Clint's heart beat in his ears. Had he broken her somehow?

Minutes passed, Clint checked the Hive Control app off and on as he played tower defense on his tablet. Her brain function was slowly coming back down to normal levels and he hoped that once it stabilized she'd snap out of whatever state she was in. The waiting was killing him but there wasn't anything else he could do.

After nearly half an hour she stirred, not much but she straightened her posture and her eyes took on a far more alert cast. He only noticed she had moved when her hand snaked down to curl a finger into herself.

"Back among the living are you? Tell me how you feel slave." Her eyes snapped to his, expression submissive, posture ramrod straight.

"Obedient, horny, tired, Master."

"What is your name?" His breath caught.

"Shannon, Master." She was still fingering herself slowly. Punctuating every word with a plunging digit.

"What is your purpose in life?"

"Serving you obediently, Master." Now for the final jeopardy challenge question.

"Do you remember who Sasha is?"

"Sasha's gone forever, Master." Clint was slightly concerned, but satisfied, he stood, erection dragging at his sweats.

"Now then slave, I'm going to fuck you senseless. But first you're going to put on a show for my enjoyment. How does that sound?"

"Sooo good, Master."

He had her spread her pale legs and play gently while he filmed with his tablet. Had her say how obedient she was, how she was his forever. She played with her nipples on command and dripped even more clear grool onto the hardwood before he commanded her to his bed.

Taking her out of the study seemed to make it all become real. Sasha was Shannon now, his obedient slut, and he still had 16 hours to kill before the hive was at 100%. Things were really going quite well...