At
29, Teresa was the oldest of the three, although you’d never be able to tell.
She kept herself fit at the local gym, more for her health than for vanity.
Don’t be misled, she knew she had a fantastic body, with toned legs, a round
yet firm rear which curved into her trim waist, and a set of perfectly shaped
36c breasts. She wore a lot of skirts on the job, knowing full well that the
male population of the office appreciated it. Her complexion was pale with a
hint of freckles, equally a result of long hours at the office and a light skin
tone. Her dark hair was cut just above the shoulders and framed her face quite
nicely.
"Well, I guess this is it” Teresa announced. “We're here”. She drove up the
long, winding driveway, and parked in a lot off to the side. “Let’s see if anyone
is here. It looks kind of quiet.” As the oldest, Teresa was kind of the leader
of the little group, three friends who worked together and began to hang out
together as they got to know each other. Anticipating that there was a gym included
with the spa, she had worn a black tank top and sports bra combo with a pair
of gray tights and white sneakers.
The other two girls were a bit younger than Teresa.
Holly
was 25, her figure naturally trim and athletic. She also spent a lot of time
working out, keeping herself in shape for her favorite season of the year: swimsuit
season. She had a nice golden tan that was a product of an equal amount of hours
poolside. She had long curly blonde hair that hung past her shoulders, and perky
breasts which no one would call big but seemed right for her. She was wearing
a navy blue cut-off t-shirt and gray athletic shorts, and white sneakers. Her
hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
The third member of their group was Francis. Francis was the youngest of the
trio, 22 years old and not long out of college. In fact, she had just started
working with Teresa and Holly a few months earlier. Francis was one of the nicest
and sweetest people you would ever meet, always going out of her way to be friendly
and helpful to those around her. That's why she was able to make friends so
quickly. Francis was of above average height, around 5‘9“ with short brown hair
that covered her ears and stopped at about her chin. She was a bit more filled
out than the other girls, with wider hips and longer, thicker legs. By no means
was she fat or out of shape, though. She was just built larger than the rest.
It was a good thing too, because she needed that frame to support her most eye-catching
feature: her breasts.
Francis
was one of those girls who had developed early and just kept on developing.
By the time she reached her late teens she had filled out to a whopping double
D cup, which was obviously quite large but strangely didn't look freakish on
her. In fact, somehow she looked perfect. She had decided recently on surgery
to have them reduced, in order to relieve the strain that they were inevitably
going to cause on her body as she got older. She had only told a few people
about this. She shied away from talking about her body, because her breasts
had caused her to be the subject of so much teasing and ogling during her high
school days. Even now she had trouble finding a good date, fearing that all
men were after her only for her assets and not her personality.
Unfortunately for Francis, she had not gotten the 'workout attire' memo. So,
in contrast to her friends' athletic gear, she was sporting a very lovely blouse
and skirt combination. Her top was powder blue and hugged her torso very snugly,
accenting the curves of her round, full bust. She always had trouble buying
shirts that fit well, for obvious reasons. To go with the blouse she wore a
black skirt that hung just above the knee, and black hose. On her feet she had
a pair of black shoes with straps that held them in place.
The three of them got out of the car and walked across the unpaved lot. Francis'
shoes were giving her trouble on the uneven surface, and as they watched her
try to navigate around the rocks and puddles they playfully teased and mocked
her choice of footwear. As they came around the front of the mansion they failed
to notice a mysterious figure looking at them through the front window. They
arrived at the front door, a huge oaken relic left over from when the house
was built, and pounded the heavy metal door knocker once, sending an echo throughout
the building.
“There’s no one here” Holly said without waiting very long. “Maybe it isn’t
open y......” but before she could finish, the door unlocked, and slowly creaked
open almost as if on its own. The three of them looked at each other for a second,
none of them wanting to make the first move.
“Well, there‘s the answer to that” said Teresa, looking back as she stepped
through the doorway. The threesome entered cautiously, and the door slammed
shut behind them, leaving them alone in the massive foyer.
“Hello?” Holly asked, her voice echoing across the unpainted walls of the lobby..
“Why hello...” came a voice from the far corner of the room. A man probably
in his late 40s stepped out from a doorway, his hands hidden in the pockets
of his long, white coat. His hair was graying, a bit long and mussed, kind of
like what you would have expected Einstein to have looked like at that age.
The girls jumped at the sound of his voice, even as soft as it was. “Hello there.”
Teresa stepped up as the other girls strayed quiet. “We're here for the... ”
“...yes, of course.” he cut her off. “You must be Teresa, Holly, and Francis.
Excellent. Please do allow me to apologize." He swept his hand across the partially-renovated
room. "We are running behind by a few days. I had hoped to be more ready than
this when our first guests arrived. I see you got your free passes...”
“Yes” they said in unison and thanked him.
“But why did you choose us?” asked Francis. “And how do you know our names?”
“The man turned to look at her, and a smile crossed his face as he looked her
over quickly. “Someone I know recommended you, so I did some research and found
that you three would be excellent test subjects for my new facility. I was hoping
that once you visited here you would go out and recruit your friends to join
us.”
Test Subjects? Theresa thought; that wasn't a typical term.
"Oh" said Francis. "Well, thanks again. It looks like a nice place so far.”
That was a little white lie, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I hope
we like it here too. In fact, I‘m sure we will if it‘s as nice as the brochures
say it is.”
“Well, what do we do now?” Holly questioned, sounding a little annoyed. “We
had planned on being here for the for the night and then all day tomorrow.”
“Well, I can offer free rooms for the night. In the morning, more of the building
will be open for you to explore.”
They look at each other. “OK” said Teresa, turning back to the stranger. “I'm
up for it. I don't have anything better to do. I just hope that tomorrow I feel
differently about this than I do right now."
"You can count on it" said the man, with a bit of a grin.
"By the way, what is your name?" asked Holly.
“My name is Dr. Robusteza” he said with a slight accent and a gleam in his eye.
“But you can call me ‘Doc’, si?”
“OK”, they each said. He smiled at each one of them, seemingly inspecting them
up and down with his eyes as they talked. After they retrieved their bags from
the car he led them up a set of stairs and down to the end of a hallway where
each was shown her own room.
“Sleep tight” he said as he flashed another, more devilish grin. “I’ll be seeing
you ladies very soon.”
They each looked at each other quizzically as they entered their rooms. All
that was inside was a simple bed, a table and a lamp. As they closed the doors,
each heard their room's door lock the instant it clicked shut. Panic quickly
set in as they all simultaneously tried to turn the knobs, then knocked on the
inside of the door. The sounds of knocking and wiggling of the doorknobs coming
from the other rooms only served to incite their initial fears even more, and
soon they began calling to each other and pounding very hard on the doors, but
to no avail. They were trapped.
Suddenly a fine green mist started to seep into each room through an air duct
on the floor. Soon the rooms were filled with the gas, and within seconds the
pounding and screaming stopped and was replaced by three thuds as the girls
unconsciously collapsed to the hardwood floors. The mist dissipated as fresh
air replaced the knockout gas, and a female figure entered each room. She gathered
each girl individually and carried her down the hall, down the stairs, and into
the Doctor’s basement laboratory.
After a few hours had passed, Holly was the first to awaken from her sleep.
She struggled to get her bearings as her blurred vision took time to come into
focus. She found herself in a near-upright position, yet for some reason was
unable to move much more than a finger or a toe. She looked down to find herself
bound by thick leather straps to what looked like a large vertical table. The
table had a small shelf protruding from its base, which she was standing on.
She was restrained at her ankles, hips, and wrists, her arms straight down at
her sides and her legs a bit less then shoulder width apart.
She looked around the room, craning her neck to see as much as she could. It
looked like a mad scientist’s laboratory, something straight out of a horror
film or comic book. The room was very dark and scary with drab stone walls and
numerous shadows. It was dimly lit by just a few light bulbs hanging from the
ceiling. A number of computers, machines, and other electronic devices lined
the walls, and a mass of cables criss-crossed the ceiling, seemingly connecting
each piece of equipment to another. Her eyes followed a group of the cables
as they descended from the ceiling to a large control panel in the middle of
the room, which was sitting next to another large table much like the one she
was strapped to. This table, however, was resting at more of a horizontal angle,
and although it was covered with a large white sheet it was fairly obvious that
there was something (or someone) underneath.
To Holly’s right Teresa began to come around. She looked about the room in the
same manner as Holly, and upon the sight of her friend called out to her.
“Holly!” she yelled. “What’s going on? Where are we?” She remembered what happened
in the rooms upstairs and started to panic again. Looking around, she noticed
that someone was missing. “Where’s Fran??” she cried out.
“I don’t know!” said Holly, unable to fully turn and look at Teresa.
At that moment, a door opened to the side of the lab, and the doctor walked
in. Behind him walked a woman who was a bit older than they were. The girls
hushed as they watched them enter the room. As soon as they came into clear
view the girls recognized her right away. It was Amy. Amy had been another co-worker
of theirs for about a year or so. Then out of the blue she had quit, leaving
only a strangely worded voice mail message as her notice. It was very odd for
her to do that because even though she wasn’t best of friends with anyone she
had started to get to know them better. Then one day she just disappeared, seemingly
without a trace.
There was something very different about her now, though. She walked very stiffly,
her eyes looking directly ahead. Her posture was perfect, head up, back straight,
as if trying to accentuate what was already her most distinguishing feature:
her breasts. They were unnaturally round and firm. They should have been, she
had gotten implants while in college and they still looked good years later.
They were not particularly huge, but still big and very perky. In fact, they
stuck right out from her body quite noticeably. They bounced before her with
every measured step. She stopped right next to the center table and control
module, facing the girls and standing at attention as if for inspection. She
was very pretty, but not in a classic sense. She had a cute face, long strawberry-blonde
hair, and a pink tinge to her pale skin. She was of average build, bigger than
Holly and Teresa but not as big as Francis. Of course she was in great shape,
having attended many of the same gyms that the other girls did. She was wearing
an unusual outfit which consisted of a silver bra and panties, silver miniskirt,
and silver over the calf boots. She looked like she was ready for an ‘Austin
Powers’ themed costume party.
Her wardrobe aside, it was her eyes that grabbed their attention. They were
wide open, and looked to be vacant, as if there was nothing behind them. In
fact her whole face had sort of a blank expression to it. Her mouth was open
slightly, as if she was in some sort of fog or stupor.
“What is going on here? What do you want with us? Amy, can you hear me? Why
won’t she answer? What is that she’s wearing? Why are you doing this? Let us
out of here...” Holly and Teresa shouted questions at the doctor, who turned
to face them and waved his hand. They immediately stopped talking and listened
to what he had to say.
“Yes, this is Amy.” He smiled. “You have met before, no? She is my servant now.
She came to me one day and hasn’t left since. She has told me so much about
you...”
Servant? Huh? The girls were unbelievably calm for all that was happening to
them, but they were very confused. “Amy...” Holly called out to her. “Why did
you quit work?”
No answer.
“What do you mean?” asked Teresa. “Told so much about us? What is that supposed
to mean?”
“She doesn’t need to work. She belongs to me now” the doctor told Holly. “I
will take care of her.”
“Huh?” said Teresa. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Why is she so...so....” Holly searched for the word.
“Mindless?” he interrupted again. “Obedient? Subservient?” That is because she
is my personal slave... a human robot who obeys my every command.” With that
he let out an evil laugh, like you would see in a bad cartoon.
“A WHAT?” they asked in unison, it all starting to come together. “You mean...?”
“That’s right. I have turned her into a mindless, obedient zombie. Soon, I am
going to do the same to all of you.”
“Nooooo” they cried, struggling against their bonds. “You can’t! It’s not right!
Let us out of here! Where’s Francis? What have you done with her? Where is she???”
With that last question, the doctor walked over to the center table, and grabbed
the sheet with both hands. He pulled it off of the table, revealing their worst
fears: Francis. She was laying on the table, motionless, looking as if she had
not yet awaken from the sleeping gas. She was still fully clothed, but her arms,
legs, and waist were held in place by thick leather restraints. She was completely
bound to the table.
The girls were shocked, angry, and confused. “What have you done to her?” Teresa
yelled. "You better not have hurt her...”
“I haven’t touched her...yet. I will soon, though. I wanted you both to witness
what I have created.”
The two of them screamed and cursed at him as he traced his finger around her
pretty face. Finally, exhausted from struggling, they quieted and stared at
him with looks of fatigue and defeat.
“What do you mean? Teresa hissed. “What are you going to do to her?” She looked
around at all of the scientific equipment surrounding the lab. “What is
this place?”
“I suppose I can tell you...it doesn’t really matter now. There’s nothing you
can do anyway. It is well documented that the human brain operates on a network
of electrical pulses, a current that carries signals within the brain and from
it to nerves and muscles. Well, during my many psychological experiments I have
discovered that those currents can be manipulated using an external electrical
source pumped directly into the cerebral cortex. I used to use this method to
treat patients with mental illness, until I discovered that I can do so much
more. I can actually interrupt the brain’s normal flow of information, allowing
me to plant new thoughts and ideas into the subject’s mind until he or she can
no longer distinguish those ideas from his/her own. In essence, the person believes
whatever I tell them, and becomes whatever I want them to be.”
“What?” they gasped, starting to get it now.
“That’s right. After only a few minutes of my process, the subject becomes a
mindless, unthinking zombie awaiting whatever command he or she is given. They
will even do things that previously would have been considered displeasing to
that person. Isn’t that right, Amy?”
They looked at her. “Yes... Master.” she spoke, slowly and deliberately as if
searching for the right words. “I...obey...” She remained staring straight ahead.
The two girls started to sob, as if they had finally realized their fate. “Please,
please don’t do this to us” cried Holly. “We don’t want to lose our minds”.
“I’m sorry, but it is too late. I have work to do now. Please enjoy the show.”
With that he ignored their pleas and went to work on Francis. He walked over
to a nearby workbench and picked up with looked like a shiny metal headband
with two large discs where the forehead is located. a number of wires lead from
it to a large computer stationed near the table that Francis lay on.
He placed the band over Francis’ head, securing the discs snugly to her temples.
He placed a third, independent disc directly onto the middle of her forehead,
with one thin wire leading off the side of the table and through a hole in the
floor underneath. Then he slid his hand under the neck of her blouse and places
a fourth discover her heart, just above her left breast. This disc was connected
to a machine next to a bank of monitors.
Finally, he placed a set of headphones on her head, one in each ear. The earpieces
were directly connected to the main computer terminal next to the monitor wall.
He flipped on the monitors, each showing a readout of data. One of them, a larger
one in the middle, created a 3D model of her brain with a series of horizontal
lines indicating brain function underneath. Another showed her heart rate and
other vital signs. The rest of the monitors displayed lines of data that only
he would understand.
Everything was ready. Robusteza rested his hand on the main power dial and looked
over at Francis awaiting just the right time to begin the procedure. Everything
had to be timed perfectly or it would not work. There were literally a dozen
women in mental hospitals around the state who would attest to that, if they
could. Each was the subject of a failed experiment, and each was left as a lobotomized
mess, no longer able to be a functioning member of society. He took no pity
on those poor souls whose lives he had ruined for his own personal research.
“All in the name of science,” he told himself.
After only a minute or two Francis stirred lightly as she slowly started to
arouse from her forced slumber. “Perfect” he thought to himself. “She’s just
started to awaken. Now is the time, before she becomes fully conscious.” He
was so focused that he could not hear the sobs and wails from the two girls
as they begged him one last time for their release.
Dr. Robusteza turned the knob exactly halfway, sending a jolt of current directly
into Francis’ semi-conscious mind. She instinctively gasped and cried out in
anguish as the power flow invaded her brain, beginning the task of restructuring
her thought processes. Her body shook and convulsed as it absorbed the electricity,
causing her muscles to twitch in the restraints and her massive bosom to jiggle
mightily within the confines of her 38DD
bra.
As he slowly turned the knob, the power flow into her increased, and her screams
were replaced by whimpers as the disc on her forehead siphoned off excess electricity,
creating a perfect balance so she would not be permanently injured like so many
before her. The doctor monitored her vitals, nodding his head as everything
seemed to be in check. Her eyes, now open, widened as her mind began to slip
away, her inner monologue replaced by the sounds entering her mind through the
earphones.
What was it she was hearing? The doctor called it ‘programming‘. He thought
of the entire process as ’robotization’, the transformation of a human being
into an obedient, robot-like slave. He had even taken to calling Amy ’Fembot’
and dressing her up in metallic silver outfits from time to time, just to amuse
himself.
Now, the computer was programming Francis as if she truly was a ’robot woman’.
She was being instructed, over and over in a monotonous, computer-generated
voice, what her new life was going to be like. She was told how to think, act,
walk, talk, look, and most importantly obey like a good robot should. Dr. Robusteza
had labored over these programs for years, as many years as it took him to perfect
the ‘thought interruption’ process itself. He looked down at her, he face now
blank much like Amy’s. He could see her lips barely moving, they were repeating
the mantra that had now overtaken her mind. It had worked. She was now his.
Holly and Teresa had witnessed this too, but they still held out hope. As the
doctor shut down the power flow and removed the devices from Francis, they shouted
at her, trying to get her attention, trying to find a sign that she was still
her old self. She never so much as batted an eyelash toward them.
Teresa looked at him and screamed, you could see in her eyes how angry she was.
“You monster! What did you do to her? Did you kill her?”
“Of course not. She’s fine” the evil scientist smiled, as he finished removing
the last restraints. “In fact, she is better than ever. She is perfect. Here,
let me show you.” He pressed a button on the control panel, and the table slowly
tilted up to approximately the same degree as their own. Francis’ feet rested
on the step at the base of the table, and her wonderful breasts fell in place
onto her chest, held nicely by her sturdy white bra. She was facing them now,
eyes closed, not moving, barely even breathing.
“Francis, open your eyes” he ordered, and with that her eyes snapped open, containing
the same vacant stare as Amy’s did. Teresa and Holly called out to her, but
to no avail. She only heard one voice, the voice of Dr. Robusteza.
“What did you do to her?” Teresa hissed, her rage in full effect.
“I told you...she’s now a robot woman, just like Amy. Soon, you will join them
in a life of mindless service to me.”
“How? How did this happen? Why us?” Holly was in tears at the sight of her friend
in such a state.
“Like I told you before, when I transformed Amy I was able to pry from her plenty
of useful information about her, especially whom she worked with and whom she
enjoyed being around. You didn’t know she was bisexual, did you?”
Teresa and Holly looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Well, it seems that she took a fancy to the three of you. Then she told me
something about my dear Francis here...” he traced a finger along the contours
of her bust. “Francis had told Amy about her impending surgery, so I had to
do something to stop a crime such as that. Naturally, I decided that Francis
would be my next robot woman. You two were just a nice little bonus to the deal.
From what I had learned about her, she wouldn‘t come to a place like this alone.
She needed friends to come with her.”
“So this ‘spa’ is a ...” Teresa wondered aloud.
“...a front, that’s all. A big scam to get attractive women to come to my laboratory.
And all three of you fell for it!” With that he cackled an evil laugh.
The doctor leaned over and picked up the metallic headband from his workbench.
He walked over to the two girls’ positions and held it up for them to see.
He held the device before them so they could get a good look at it. It looked
like a strip of metal about an inch in across, bent into a complete circle that
fit a human head. The outside was a shiny chrome color, and the inside was lined
with intricate microcircuitry. In the center of one side were attached two small
metallic discs, about the size of a half dollar, facing inward.
Holly looked at the device, then looked over at the table. She called out to
Francis one last time, holding out faint hope that she may snap out of whatever
trance she was in.
“Perhaps you would like a demonstration from your friend here” he gestured at
Francis, still standing at attention on the upright table. “Francis, come to
me”
At the sound of his command, she slowly leaned forward and stepped away from
the table, down onto the lab floor. The heels of her shoes clicked on the hard
surface. She mechanically walked over to him, her stocking covered legs swishing
against her skirt, her expression never changing. She stopped directly in front
of his position, her unblinking eyes looking directly ahead into the distance.
He reached out and tousled her hair as Teresa and Holly called out to her.
“Frannie! Frannie! Can’t you hear us? Run away!” they cried to her, but it was
no use. To Francis they might as well have not been in the room. The doctor
winked at them, and looked back at her. “Watch this!” he chuckled.
“Kneel, my slave. Pleasure your master” he commanded, and slowly Francis lowered
herself to her stockinged knees. Her face still stared forward, now directly
at his hardening member straining through his black trousers. He quickly unfastened
his belt and unzipped his zipper, pulling his pants down to his ankles. He did
the same with his boxers, leaving his stiff cock protruding just inches from
her blank face. Without hesitation she leaned forward, wrapping her full, red
lips around his shaft, taking him into her mouth and then back out. This she
repeated almost mechanically as the girls gasped in horror and pleaded with
her to stop. After a few more piston-like strokes he commanded her to halt.
She pulled away from his manhood, and rocked back on her heels, still kneeling.
He ordered her to stand next to Amy, and she did so, moving across the room
as stiffly as she had just moments earlier.
“Now don’t you believe me?” Dr. Robusteza smiled triumphantly. He pulled up
his pants, refastening his belt and zipper. He picked up the device and looked
at Holly menacingly. “Now, it’s your turn, my dear” he sneered.
“Nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!” she screamed, and tried to fight out of her restraints.
The doctor ordered Francis and Amy to carry her to the main table, and they
did so, easily removing her from her bonds and handling her with surprising
strength. She kicked and fought with all the strength left in her tight little
body, but it was no use. They were too overwhelming for her. The two zombie-slaves
laid her on the main table, Amy holding her feet and Francis holding her arms
above her, her breasts bouncing around Holly’s face and forehead at they struggled.
From the side, the doctor appeared holding the device in his hands, moving toward
Holly’s head, an evil glint in his eye. Teresa screamed in the background, knowing
that she was about to witness another friend fall victim to the enslavement
device. Robusteza placed the cybernetic headband on Holly’s head, making sure
to attach the discs to her temples and forehead. After re-connecting the wires
to the device, he stepped back, turned a knob on the control panel and....
EPILOGUE
It is only a couple of hours later, and the process is complete. Standing along
one wall of the basement laboratory are four beautiful woman who have been brainwashed
into mindless ‘human robots’. They each wear the uniform of their servitude,
a silver bra, silver skirt, and silver boots. Each mindless slave stands perfectly
still, arms at her sides, chest jutting out at attention, blank expression on
her face. The doctor paces in front of them, reading from a clipboard which
contains the commands and programs for their first mission as ‘robot women’.
The spa opens soon, and they must be ready. When the doctor is finished, they
all reply “Yes...Master” in perfectly robotic monotone, then turn and march
off to attend to their new duties. After all, those new spa members won’t robotize
themselves, will they?
THE END
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