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Chapter 1: Arrival and Interview
Barbara woke suddenly up. One second, she was lost in whiteness, the next one, she was wide awake. She opened her eyes to see the ceiling of a corridor going by. This ceiling was painted in white with white neon.
Barbara tried to see where she exactly was. Her last memory was of being sedated in an ambulance driving her towards an unknown fate.
She tried to turn her head but her head was held down on the gurney where she was lying by a wide leather strap. Her limbs were similarly secured, her arms alongside her body by hospital-style straps, her legs strapped together on the gurney. She still wore the ring-gag.
Barbara turned her gaze towards the head of her gurney. A muscular nurse, dressed in a gleaming latex uniform was pulling her gurney.
Barbara tested her bonds, but they were sturdy, and had not any slack. Her little test did not go unnoticed. The nurse, still pulling her, turned her head and said her voice full of disdain:
"So our dear little pet-to-be is coming back to the world of the living. Your Mistress will have a very good time when she will take you back. We will train you thoroughly. I've already booked your lesbian training. I will be the one who will teach you the delicacies of lesbian love-making and I must confess I really look forward to it. But first, you will have to endure a few procedures. But the pleasure to explain you all doesn't reside in me. Doctor Herrscherin will tell what you need to know. Ah! Here we are!"
The nurse had stopped in front of an office-door. There was a golden plate on the door reading: 'Doctor Herrscherin, Chief of Staff, Chief Dominatrix'
The nurse wheeled Barbara's gurney through the door stopping near a comfortable-looking leather chair. The nurse undid Barbara's bonds and showed her the chair, obviously wanting Barbara to sit in it. Barbara tried to stand up but her knees, still weak from their long immobility, gave way. However, the nurse seemed prepared for it, because she caught Barbara in the middle of her fall and deposited her in the chair. The nurse straightened up and went to wheel the gurney out of the office. Before exiting however, she stopped and turning to Barbara told her:
"The doctor will be here shortly. In the meantime, don't do anything rash. And, by the way my name is Nurse Sandra. You will not be submitted to your lesbian training immediately but I will see you around."
After these words, she left the office. Barbara heard the lock being operated, thus her trapping in the office. Once the door was closed, Barbara's hands flew to her face. She reached behind her head, intending to remove her gag. To her dismay, she quickly found it was impossible for her, due to a small padlock preventing the release of the buckle. Barbara, aware she was not going anywhere, took the opportunity to examine the room. It was extremely well furnished not so much in quantity as in quality. A desk was standing before a window, situated opposite to the door, she had just used. Sun flowed through the window. Barbara estimated it was the beginning of the afternoon. The desk was seemingly made from oak and the items on it were all expensive-looking. Behind the desk, a leather chair was clearly intended for the occupant of this office. There were several drawers along the walls, and two leather chairs, one of which she occupied, in the middle of the room. The whole seemed to tell the visitor, I am a powerful person and you are my inferior.
As Barbara was wondering what kind of person could have such an office, the door behind her opened. Whirling around, she saw two nurses also clad in the latex uniform Sandra wore enter, followed by an impressive woman, dressed in a knee-length leather skirt, a silk skirt and a leather jacket. She was about a meter and eighty centimetres high with long black hair and an aristocratic face. This woman went straight to the desk, went around it and sat down in the chair behind it. The two nurses remained by the door, obviously standing guard. The woman studied Barbara for half a minute, opened a file resting on her desk and after two minutes reading, lifted her gaze from the file. She then spoke:
"So, you are the new pet Lydia has sent us for training. You seem to have inspired her! She has requested a very unusual program for you. Body and behaviour modifications, lesbian training, fetish training. We do not often see them used on a single slave. You will have a very interesting time among us. But we are not here to chat about your future. You have been brought here to be trained as a lesbian sex-slave. There are a few rules you will have to conform to if you do not want to suffer some unpleasantness."
She stopped and looked at Barbara's face. Barbara was staring at her. Had she not been gagged, she would have been anyway speechless. Her words meant nothing for her. Surely, slavery did not exist anymore in civilized countries, not to mention sex-slavery. And then looking at the doctor's face, it became clear to Barbara, that she really meant it. As she was sitting transfixed, the doctor went on.
"The first rule is obedience. You will always obey any clinic-staff and particularly your trainers. Any resistance will result in punishment.
The second rule is attention. Even if you do not disobey a direct order, any lack of assiduity will be also punished.
The third rule would be silence, but since you will be gagged most of your time here, you won't have many opportunities to speak.
You will now be washed. You will then be given an injection. This injection will stop the genetic drift occurring after cellular divisions. In fact it will stop the ageing process. You will afterwards be taken to your cell.
I will have the pleasure to see you because I will supervise your body-modifications. The first step will take place tomorrow.
Have a good night."
She motioned to the nurses who came forward, grabbed Barbara under her armpits and lifting her from her chair, whisked her through a corridor.
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