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The Slavering, Chapter 14
The next morning, instead of basketball, they diverted her to the
infirmary.
"Sign here." The med tech's name tag said Zaitong. He didn't look Asian.
Tesla glanced at the e-board. "For what?"
Zaitong said, "Brain adjuncts, in lieu of mindwipe."
"What?"
"Brain mods. Or we can transfer you to the Special Offender's Unit.
Either way, I'd say you are slotted for community service." He fingered
the hem of her blouse.
Tesla's mouth went dry. "I haven't had a trial. Haven't seen a judge. Or
a lawyer."
"Save it. Step into the stirrups, Honey Pocket. IUD. Implant. Can't have
you getting pregnant."
Tesla stared, open-mouthed with shock.
"The state isn't interested in supporting your bastard children."
"I don't consent."
He feigned not hearing her clearly.
"I don't consent," Tesla said loudly.
"Want me to write, does not consent?"
"Yes."
"Done." Zaitong showed it to her. "On the bench. Step into the stirrups."
"What?"
"Court order. I have twenty-seven procedures to do today. Don't waste my
time." He slapped a patch to her neck. "Anxiolytic. You might feel
sleepy. Memory troubles." He checked his clipboard. "Brain mods, rejuve,
body mods, spiders, wired for porno. What rich bastard did you twit?
Someone's avoiding a messy divorce."
"I'm..." What drug had he given her? Already a taste in her mouth. "Not
married."
"And not likely to." He looked at her body frankly. "Going to be a real
home-wrecker. Not every day I get license to play."
"Wait," Tesla said. "Guard said we can deal."
Zaitong stood. He smiled. "Want a specific look? I don't do loli."
"I'd ... Can I disenroll? From work-release?"
He laughed. "I should see what you're willing to offer." Then he shook
his head. "Court order, babe."
Couldn't be a court order, Tesla thought. Could a judge sentenced her
without even talking to her? What the hell had she done?
"I don't even know what I did wrong," she complained.
"They might have wiped it," Zaitong said.
"Huh?"
"Mindwipe. If you remember some of your life, it wasn't a capital crime."
She tried again. "Disqualify me. Medically." It was getting hard to
think.
"Just delays the inevitable. AIDs? Hep-Z? Maintenance. No longer
contagious. Murderous intent? Mindwipe. Schizophrenia? Mental incapacity?
DN modules, Z-guns, oblats. What color hair you want? You want to look
more Asian or less Asian? Big bazongas or truly massive ones?" He mimed a
growing bust. He indicated the clipboard. "I got a list, but there's
always room for artistic expression."
"Please? Delay it. Somehow. A day, a week, a month." What would she have
to do for a year?
"What are you offering? Every day? Twice a day?"
Tesla hesitated. She nodded.
"Honey Pocket, you want me to put my henry on the line. You had better be
good."
Tesla nodded. She felt emotional. Going to cry soon.
He laughed. "Transactional sex, either way. Say I accept your offer. They
fire me, because." He pointed. "Cameras. Then, new med tech, new
procedure and maybe he's not skilled." He shuddered in mock horror.
"Ugly." He nodded to the bench with the stirrups. "The drugs I gave you,"
he pursed his lips, "you won't care if the whole prison has you. The mods
you're getting? Will make it enjoyable. Up." He helped her to the bench.
Because, suddenly, Tesla had become clumsy. And she couldn't climb up
unassisted with the belly chain attached to her ankles and wrists.
Tesla struggled a bit as he removed her thong, leaving it at her ankles.
She marveled for a moment, amazed that it could stretch like that. She
stopped struggling when he locked her ankles to the stirrups. Once again,
she felt the lips of Fate seal around her.
"Tempting," he said. He smiled. "Sex in a gynecologist's chair?" He
cocked his head. "How would that work?" He dropped the end of it. "Just
messing with you. My wife and I tried it. She hurt her back. Said I
bruised her cervix."
Tesla couldn't speak.
He continued the inappropriate banter as he worked.
Tesla complained as he inserted the IUD. She yelped when he clamped the
spider to her pussy. She only twitched when another spider clamped to her
arsehole. She squirmed as the spiders settled in. "Increases sexual
response," he said. He applied med patches around her pussy and on her
hips. "Body mods," he said. "Women pay for this on the outside." He
removed her bra. She saw two medical patches, one marked left, one
marked....
Nothing. No time passed. But she was now shooting hoops again. Sort of.
The lights were brighter. Pretty colors. A metal taste in her mouth. She
couldn't shoot it far enough to get it in the hole. Tesla stumbled
around, chasing the ball and shooting it randomly. Her shirt fell over
her head several times as she bent over. She let it fall to the floor.
Her panties were wet. She smelled semen.
Tasted it, too.
Something not right about that.
The shower was nice. Her nipples were so sensitive. Lips. She giggled as
she ran water over her face and tongue.
Her pussy? Oh, my. She let the water hit her there, closed her eyes, and
vibrated with bliss.
After she climaxed, the guards pulled her out of the shower.
"I know what's coming next," Tesla said. She spread her legs for the
vaginal. She moaned for it. Licked her lips. Played with her boobs. She
bent over for the anal. And climaxed as the woman's gloved fingers rooted
around.
Tesla's eyes fixed on the crotch of the male guard in front of her. She
almost reached for it.
Tesla bounced as she walked through the cellblock to her cell in
Solitary, holding her bra in two hands. She smiled and blew kisses.
She masturbated in the cell. Repeatedly. Not only was it something to do,
it felt good. When she wasn't masturbating, she brushed her hair.
********
Later that day, guards wrapped a shock belt around Tesla's waist. She
watched, annoyed. They'd interrupted Tesla while she was trying for
multiple orgasms with the hairbrush.
Techs installed a 3D in her cell.
Porn.
It made the days go by.
The shock belt chafed. It smelled of urine. They only let her take it off
for showers.
Cavity searches remained highly sensual. She sometimes climaxed for them.
This worried her. She could excuse herself for climaxing while under the
influence of whatever drug they'd dosed her with. She did not understand
why she climaxed during cavity searches now. She did not feel drugged.
What had they done to her?
The constant masturbating also worried her. This wasn't that low-tide
itch. It was obsessive.
Guards raped her daily now. Occasionally she presented for a prisoner.
She now dropped to her knees on command. Or asked nicely. It didn't seem
forced. It was like it was ... natural. When it was forced at least then
she had freedom to hate the guards. When it wasn't forced, she could only
hate herself. And why did she masturbate when she was giving oral?
She felt a growing sense of hate. Impotent rage. Even for those who
didn't participate in the rapes. And the unforced ... whatever that was.
She felt helpless.
She found it profoundly disturbing when she climaxed during the rapes.
Crying did not help. It only made it difficult to breathe when one of
them raped her orally.
********
One day they walked her past the activity yard and out of the gate.
Tesla's heart leapt. For a moment she thought they might let her out.
All a mistake, ma'am. Sorry for the forced medical procedures.
Her spirits fell as they buzzed her in to the Special Offender's Unit.
She masturbated as she waited for processing. She'd stopped wondering
about it. People watched. She was profoundly disturbed but couldn't seem
to stop.
It added to the thrill?
They sat her in a classroom. Chairs with desks. Too small for her.
Castoffs from grade school? They looped her ankle chain to a shackle on
the floor.
Tesla masturbated as the classroom filled with other female prisoners.
Most of the inmates were shackled as Tesla was. A few sat freely. Many
were fingering themselves or rubbing their legs together. The woman to
Tesla's left sat free. Big boobs and a bright smile. Handcuffs but no
belly chain, ankle restraints, or shock belt.
"Eyes front!"
Two quick jolts from the shock belt removed all of Tesla's desire to look
around.
A woman walked to the front of the room. She was dressed as they were.
Minus the shock belt and the bondage rig. She sported a single white
feather as a hair ornament.
"My name is Darling. No Peter Pan jokes. I've heard them. I am your
social worker. I am not your friend. I'm an inmate. Welcome.
"Some of you will be servicing sex offenders as we attempt to
rehabilitate them. Rape training. I don't see the point of it, but nobody
asked. Others here will live in the conjugal trailers. Inmates will come
to you, expecting to be rewarded for good behavior. A few of you are
headed out for community service at one of the brothels in Fairview.
"I prefer the rape training. At the Bloop, you'll do thirty customers on
a slow day. Troublemakers disappear. Russia. Saudi Arabia. Mars Free
Colony.
"Here you will learn the laws, regulations, and social conventions of the
Fairview charter. Most of you have wetware installed. Brain mods in lieu
of mindwipe. These increase your sexual response and decrease your
ability to resist.
"One rule. No sleeping! First offense, a jolt from your shock system."
Darling pressed a button on a device she held.
Tesla felt a stab of pain. She heard gasps behind her.
"Second offense involves chemical reinforcement. Third offense can set
you up for mindwipe."
The blonde with the tits raised both hands. "I'm a mindwipe."
"Yes, sugar," Darling said. "Pay attention. Important stuff, okay?"
"Okay."
Darling turned to the room. "Who wants to volunteer for the first demo?"
The mindwipe next to Tesla raised her hand. "Me, me! Pick me."
"You're a mindwipe. I need someone with a brain bug."
Tesla rose from her seat. She stood by her desk.
She didn't understand this at all.
Darling chuckled. "Forty volunteers. I love teaching this course. Inmate
13009, remain standing. The rest of you, sit and watch. If you can claw
yourselves away from self-pleasure, please do. It's visually disturbing."
Darling made a show of shielding her eyes.
Tesla checked the number on her blouse. Not her. She breathed a sigh of
relief. She sat into her seat, quietly. She no longer felt the need to
masturbate.
Cosmic.
Tesla's breath caught when she saw inmate 13009.
Battered. Bruised. Tesla had bruises like that. From the batons. One eye
was swollen. She wore same purple and red uniform they all wore, but this
woman's clothes had seen violence. Long black hair. Unkempt.
Darling spoke. "Stand tall, 13009. Let them see your face."
13009 trembled.
Darling smiled. "Someone short-chained her. She can't stand straight.
Guards. Remove this woman's shock belt. Remove her chains."
Two female guards worked with 13009. In moments, she was free from
restraint. One of the guards spoke a few words to the inmate. 13009 shook
her head. The guard pat her head. The other slapped her rump. The guards
walked away, smiling.
Darling said, "Fix your hair. Show us your face."
13009 pulled hair from her face. She brushed it with her fingers. She
stood tall.
Darling asked, "Who here is acquainted with Maria Stonebreaker? Who would
like some quality personal time with our former guard?"
Everyone stood.
Darling said. "Sit. Not you Stonebreaker. Front of the class, Maria.
You're our first volunteer.
Maria sighed.
Darling said, "Do we need the shock belt?"
Maria shook her head. She shuffled to the front. Turned around.
"Compliance," Darling said. She brandished a device. She announced. "We
don't need shock belts. Every one of you is wired for compliance. Sorry,
Maria. This will hurt." Darling pressed the button.
Maria doubled over in pain.
Darling pressed the button again.
Maria relaxed. She stood, shaking.
Darling said, "The guards will now remove shock belts from each of you.
We don't need them. If any of you wishes to test her limits, speak up.
Maria, here, will be happy to press the button for you."
Darling watched as guards unlocked a prisoner in the back. She said, "You
also don't need chains. Open the door, please." Darling waited. When the
door was open, she turned to Maria. "Not only is that door open, the
front gate is open. All the doors between this room and freedom are open.
Walk out. Be free. If you can."
Maria said, "You'll shock me dead."
"No shock," Darling said. "I promise. No pain at all. Go. Take a step. Do
I have to shock you to make you take a step? Go."
Maria looked around the room.
"The guards won't hurt you. They won't stop you, either. Go."
Maria took a step. She took another. A third. Then she gasped. She
faltered. She took another step. She fell to her knees.
"I cut her motor control." Darling held up the device. "We don't have to
shock you into compliance. We can remove your ability to move. I can cut
some or all of her motors, leaving nothing but a heartbeat and shallow
breathing. Maria, stand."
Maria stood.
"I can also play her like a puppet. I can make her dance."
Maria danced jerkily. Her expression was one of wonder and fear.
"I can make her strip."
Maria dropped her clothes to the floor. She stepped away from her
clothes.
"I can make her masturbate."
Maria moaned. She reached for herself.
"Some of you may be acquainted with this activity. We've had you on
active feed for days. Maria, stop. That's undignified."
Maria stood again. She covered up with her hands.
"We don't need walls. We don't need doors. We don't need chains. I can
put a phone in her hand with full confidence. She can only dial the
numbers that I allow her to dial. She can only answer the phone if I
allow." Darling walked over. She handed Maria the device. "Reprogram
yourself. See the menus? It's there. All you have to do is press the
buttons. Freedom awaits."
Maria stared at the device, trembling.
A moment later, Darling took the device. "I have to sleep sometime, so we
automate this process. But we won't need it." She smiled. "We have
something better."
Guards unlocked Tesla. Her chains fell to the floor. The shock belt
followed. Then they removed Tesla's handcuffs and ankle restraints. A
small bot collected the items.
Darling held the device aloft. "Positive reinforcement. We can make it
feel good to comply. We can make it feel very nice." She pointed the
device to Maria. "Instant orgasm!"
Maria trembled.
Darling asked, "Does that feel nice?"
Maria hesitated.
Darling dialed her up. "Does it feel nice, now?"
Maria whined. Her eyes fluttered. She bent, hands on her knees.
"That's seven percent, girl. This is fifteen."
Maria bucked. Her mouth opened.
"Does it feel good?"
Maria nodded. Her eyes rolled back. She shuddered.
Darling pressed a button. "I can turn it off any time. I can block the
orgasms you will learn to crave."
Maria fell to the floor. She started sobbing.
Darling pointed to Maria. "This is what we do to our own, folks. A former
employee. She tried to enforce the rules. She tried to right wrongs, cure
injustices, and police the system. Imagine what will happen if you..."
Darling pointed around the room. "...try to color outside the lines.
Maria, stand. Wipe that snotty nose. This is unprofessional."
Darling hauled Maria to her feet. "Non-productive!" she announced. "We
are all big girls. We fuck. We suck. We smile. No crying! No whinging! No
pussies allowed. Dry those tears, Stonebreaker."
Maria wiped her face with her hands.
Darling said, "Do you want to be my go-to girl for every demonstration?"
Maria shook her head.
"Then stop crying. Blow your nose on your blouse. Don't drip body fluids
on my floor. That's a rule. Anyone who drips on the floor, licks it up."
Maria picked up her clothes. She blew her nose on her blouse.
"Return to your seat, Stonebreaker." Darling watched as Maria returned to
her seat. "Voluntary compliance, people. I'm not making her do that. The
door is still open. The gate is unlocked."
Maria flipped her the bird.
"Careful, Stonebreaker. We can call the male guards in here."
"Did that." Maria sat at her desk. She folded her clothes.
"We can drop you in the male activity yard for an afternoon."
"Did that, too."
"I really can't threaten you, can I? How about this? Mindwipe."
Maria sighed. "Can I put my clothes back on?"
"Sure." Darling turned to the class. "Some of you are thinking, that's a
guard. She's pretending. They're trying to trick me. So, to squelch that
rumor, I'm going to give you all a shock."
Pain. Tesla's whole body hurt. It felt like it was on fire.
"I'm going to cut the feeling and use of your arms."
Tesla's arms fell, dead.
But it didn't hurt anymore.
"And you all get to ride the joy button." Darling pressed the button
again.
Tesla's legs clamped. She felt a rush a pleasure, like an icy finger
running up her spine. The nature of the pleasure changed. Warmth. It felt
sexual.
Tesla bucked through an orgasm.
She heard Darling's voice. It took a while for meaning to seep in.
"...learn to multitask. You will learn to do other tasks while the
machine pings you with a reward. To fuck and suck or give a handjob. To
cook breakfast without burning the house down. To be the perfect wife, if
that's your assignment. Or the perfect whore. Raise your hands when
you've had enough. Don't wait long. We don't want to burn out your
pleasure center."
Tesla eventually figured out how to raise her hand.
The pleasure stopped. It still echoed, though. Aftershocks.
Darling said, "You'll be chasing that high for weeks. Don't worry. It
gets better. The most resistant woman here topped out at twenty-three
percent signal." She raised the device, then kissed it. "Operant
conditioning. In the next weeks or months, you will sometimes despair.
'Why am I doing these things? Why does it feel good?' In those moments,
tell yourself, 'It isn't me. It's the machine.' It won't be, in most
cases, but I find that self-delusion is therapeutic."
********
Darling pulled Tesla aside as class was dismissed that day. "A word,
Sunshine," she said.
Tesla waited. She faked a smile.
"I know a hard case when I see one," Darling said. "Do us all a favor.
Break early. If you can't break, learn to fake it."
Tesla sighed. She nodded.
"I've seen your charts," Darling said. "You're headed for mindwipe."
"Then what does it fucking matter?"
"This program is cheaper, faster, better. Mindwipe is slow, expensive,
and dehumanizing. Trust me." Darling smiled. "I'm a mindwipe."
"So, if I learn to fake being broken?"
Darling nodded. "I will fake believing it."
"Thanks for your kind offer."
Darling sighed. "Tomorrow I'm pairing you with two veterans. Mentors, if
you like. Learn to imitate their mannerisms. Attitudes. In the class,
with your clients, and with the guards. Especially with the guards. If
you value your memories and your soul."
"What do you gain?"
Darling smiled. "Perfect compliance. If we replace mindwipe with the
program I designed, I get to tour the country. Maybe the world. Spreading
joy and peace."
Tesla said, "And legs."
"See? That's the shit will get you wiped. When the guards assault you
tonight, be helpful. Compliant. Friendly. You know you'll cum. You even
know why. Let yourself enjoy it."
Tesla took a cleansing breath. "I fucking hate you."
"Means I'm doing my job. Careful. Love and hate are two sides of a coin."
She slapped Tesla on the rear. "See you tomorrow. Walk out the gate.
Taste the illusion of freedom. Walk back to the main prison. Buzz
yourself in. The machine knows the codes. Walk to your cell in Solitary.
Code yourself in. I trust you know better than to attempt an escape."
It felt freeing to leave the prison. Tesla walked out the gates. Nobody
stopped her. Some of the guards actually smiled. Mahaw tipped his hat.
That was one who wouldn't rape her tonight. If he was manning the gate,
he couldn't bother her in the shower. Or the guard's bunk room. Tesla sat
at the bus stop. The city bus rolled in. People got on, folks got off.
Mostly women and children. One lawyer, a public defender, from the looks
of her. Tesla started to ask the woman a question. She couldn't find her
voice.
An old woman asked for directions to the conjugal trailers. Tesla hooked
a thumb and nodded. She had no idea where the trailers were yet, but her
thumb seemed to know.
She watched the bus drive off. Then she sighed. She stood. She walked to
the employee entrance. Mahaw stood behind her.
Darling was right. Tesla's hands did know the codes. She let herself in.
********
On the bus leaving prison, they secured Tesla to her seat next to a woman
with blonde hair and large breasts. The woman tried to shake hands with
Tesla. Five-point restraints prevented it.
"Hi!" the woman said, cheerfully. "I sat next to you in Indoc."
Tesla shrugged. She was suddenly grateful for the restraints. She didn't
have to shake hands with this ditz. And pretend to enjoy it.
"I know you," the blonde said. "We used to date. I think."
"Pretty sure I never dated a cheerleader."
"I know, right?" The woman flipped hair out of her eyes. "Tesla. Tesla
Howling? Howling Ass? Something like that."
Tesla looked at the woman carefully. "What is your name?"
"Brandi. Brandi with an i. And a little heart instead of a dot. I
practiced signing my name. It's perfect now."
"What's your full name?"
"Brandi."
The woman behind Tesla said, "She's a mindwipe, child. They don't get
names until they marry."
Tesla looked at Brandi again. "We never dated."
"Pretty sure we did. I dated your sister, too. Um. I'm not allowed to
remember her name." Brandi looked troubled. Then she brightened. "First
day at work. Are you excited?" She smiled.
The woman behind Tesla said, "Damaged."
Brandi lost her smile. "I am not damaged. I'm going to be employee of the
month."
"You go, girl."
Tesla noticed a scar on Brandi's chin. Her eyes widened. "Brad? Bradley
Commorth?"
"Please don't use my dead name. Now I have to report you." Brandi lost
her smile. "First day at work. It's supposed to be my happy day." She
glowered.
"You're right, Brandi." Tesla smiled wryly. "We dated."
Brandi grinned. "I knew it! Maybe we can get beds next to each other."
She bounced in her seat. "We can share clients."
Tesla said, "That would cap this shitty day."
Brandi said, "Epicita, a little bit epic. I've been practicing for our
new job. Do you play a game called Slavering 2?"
"My sister does."
"I know, right? Miracles are where you make them."
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