Chapter 2: An Examination



Some time later (how long?), Mandy woke up disoriented, lying on an unfamiliar bed in a room she had never seen before. It seemed to be lit by skylights in the ceiling, but they were frosted white, and there were no windows. Looking around she saw several large mirrors fastened to the walls, a wardrobe, a dresser, a chair, a vanity. Seeing a door, she placed her bare feet on the carpeted floor and walked over, still feeling groggy. It was locked. There was another door on the other side of the room. It was open, but led only to a large, even luxurious, bathroom.

Mandy walked back into the main room. She saw herself in one of the mirrors, and noted that she was still dressed as she had been in the airport. Apart from the wrinkles in her clothes, she could have just got off the plane. But where was she? Fighting off her grogginess, she tried desperately to recall what had happened. The last thing she remembered was the sharp pain in her behind and the smell of the carpet in the car. After that, nothing.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and three people walked in - a middle aged woman followed by two men. The men were large. Wide-eyed, Mandy stared at the three of them, uncertain what to say. The men took up positions on either side of the door, their faces alert, watching her. Then the woman stepped forward. A bit taller than Mandy, she was middle aged and a bit overweight - matronly almost. It was clear, though, that she had once been a beauty. She wore a tailored suit that bulged largely over her breasts, and hips. Her hair was dark, with touches of grey.

The woman spoke first. "You are Mandy Gray." It was not a question. "I am a doctor. You may call me Doctor Rose."

"What am I doing here?" Mandy asked the obvious question. "I don't want to be here." Mandy's eyes were filling with tears, and she was beginning to realize that the two men were there to keep her inside. They smiled at her as she watched their faces. A lump of fear was growing in her throat.

Rose Dawson looked at the girl standing there. What she had not said was that she herself had been a slave of the D'Atillio Corporation. She had been kidnapped, trained, and sold nearly twenty years ago, right after she had finished medical school. She had been thoroughly trained, all right. Ten years later there had still been nothing in her mind but the pleasure of her Master. But her Master had tired of her. She was too submissive - she enjoyed her position too much, she had never given him enough excuses to punish her. So, in a move that she bitterly resented, her Master had set her free. She drifted for some time, and then went back to Dominic. But even Dominic would not take her as a slave. Instead, Dominic had sent her back to medical school and provided all she needed to retrain in the latest technologies. Now she was an employee. A loyal one.

"Miss Gray, I cannot let you go - that is a decision depending on the Master of this house. You will be meeting him tonight."

Mandy's eyebrows raised. "Master?" she said. She didn't get it.

The doctor continued, paying no attention to her query: "I am here to give you a physical examination prior to your entry into training and service. I will be assessing your health and your personality, and I will be designing an appropriate dietary and exercise routine for you. From what I understand about you, however, you are already in good physical shape. So all we really need to test at this stage is your mind. I will need to monitor your responses to some standard stimuli."

Mandy's head was spinning. "What are you talking about?"

"I told you. I am a doctor. What I do to you today is for your own good. You are a valuable property, my dear, and we need to be sure you are not damaged by what will be happening to you."

Rose was aware of the effect of her words on the young girl. She had been there herself, and indeed she had been here herself, many times before as slaves were introduced to their new home. Sometimes they ran, sometimes not. Sometimes they screamed hysterically, sometimes not. What would this one do?

Her question was answered as Mandy's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she broke for the door. She aimed a kick at the crotch of the nearest guard as she approached. It landed, and the guard just missed grabbing her leg. But the other was on top of her instantly, wrapping his arms around her from the back, and leaning back so that her feet left the floor. He walked her back into the room. The other guard joined him, and they held her firmly by the upper arms on each side, standing her up in front of the doctor.

Rose flashed a cold smile at her, her forehead somewhat furrowed, "Miss Gray. That is no way for a guest to behave."

Mandy, shedding angry tears, retorted: "I am not your guest. I was brought here against my will. I want to leave!"

Rose reached out to take Mandy's face in her two hands. She stroked her cheeks gently. "Wake up, little one! And listen carefully. You have already earned yourself some punishment for that silly bit of disobedience. Now we must finish our examination so that your can prepare yourself to meet the Master."

Mandy looked back at Rose with tear filled eyes and then surprisingly, biting her lower lip, she nodded.

Rose smiled again. "Strip her!" she ordered.

Mandy cried out as one guard moved behind her, holding her arms tightly behind her back. The other moved in front, and in one movement stripped her skirt down over her knees, exposing a pair of cotton panties. Then he reached for her collar, and ripped her blouse and jacket apart violently. Her breasts were held in a full cotton bra that flattened them against her chest. The guard bent down to rip her skirt off her legs, and then stood up and held her shoulders from the front while her blouse and jacket were ripped down her arms. The guard behind grabbed her again, and her panties were next, tearing as they came down her legs. Mandy had been struggling, but with her thick blond pubic hairs exposed, she stopped and tried to hide them, thrusting her naked ass back into the guard behind her. He held on tighter, laughing now, and thrust his pelvis lewdly against her.

"Stop!" It was Rose, now standing in front of Mandy as the guards took up their earlier positions. Mandy stopped too, looking at Rose expectantly. Rose reached out to Mandy's bra, caressing the breasts held tightly within the cups. "We shall have to get you some nicer clothes." she said. Then, taking a pair of scissors from a pocket in her jacket she snipped the left shoulder strap, and then the right. The scissors then ran up the middle of Mandy's chest, and snipped once more. The cups sprung open sideways and fell to the floor.

Rose and the guards stood there stunned. Mandy's breasts were enormous. They stood out on her chest like great melons, convex on the top and rounder on the bottom. Of course they hung against her chest underneath, but they could not be said to sag at all. It was more like they had just been placed there. They covered her chest, wide so they actually formed a small cleavage the middle.

For just a moment all four of them stood transfixed. Then Mandy, sensing an opportunity, suddenly made a sharp attempt to get free. She failed, but Rose almost staggered backwards at the sight of her two breasts jumping and jiggling violently back and forth as she tried to escape. Panting, Mandy quietened down and stood there with her hands still held tightly, looking at Rose.

"Oh my," said Rose, simply. She felt an odd mix of sympathy and jealousy. Sympathy because she too had arrived at the chateau with a pair of firm attractive breasts, and she knew these breasts were sure to be a centre of attention in the near future. Dominic would see their power and punish them terribly. But her love for Dominic made her jealous too. Her own breasts could hold his attention at times, but she knew she would lose him completely until this slave was trained and sold.

"On the bed! I want her tied tightly!"

Rose's orders were obeyed. Mandy was carried over to the bed and dumped on her back. She tried to get up, but one of the guards placed his knee across her thighs, and then held her shoulders down with his hands while the other walked around the bed attaching leather straps around her ankles and wrists. He also attached one around her neck, tightening it to the point where she could just feel it all around. She then heard a whirring sound, and felt her ankles being clipped to ropes that then pulled back into the corners of the bed. Her wrists followed, and soon she was speadeagled on the bed, face up, naked.

"Thank you," Rose said politely to the two guards, dismissing them. The guards stood briefly at attention beside the bed, and then left the room, stealing a glance at Mandy as they left. They walked briskly down the hall, their elation growing. These guards were well paid, but the immediate rewards for services like these awaited them in their quarters. The operations of the D'Attilio corporation demanded fierce loyalty from all its workers, and loyalty was rewarded.

Back on the bed, Mandy was terrified. She looked into the doctor's eyes, hoping to see some semblance of humanity there. What she saw gave her pause. It was - detachment. Rose was looking down at Mandy, exposed so vulnerably underneath her, as if she were not a person at all, but a thing. Rose looked at her breasts, and then her gaze went down Mandy's body to her crotch, and than back up to her face. Then Rose looked into Mandy's frightened eyes carefully.

"This is such an interesting time," she said, almost to herself. "You have no idea what is about to happen, do you?"

Without waiting for an answer, Rose went to the door and stepped outside into the hall. Moments later she returned with a trolley of medical and electronic equipment. She moved the trolley beside the bed, and then brought the chair from the vanity over in front of it. She placed the chair at about the level of Mandy's waist, facing the monitor on the trolley that was at the level of Mandy's outstretched armpits. Then she reached under the trolley to bring out something that looked a bit like a thick motorcycle helmet. Leaning forward, she placed this over Mandy's head and adjusted a strap tightly under her chin.

Medical technology in the early 21st century had seen some remarkable advances. Building on the discovery of the Josephson junction in the 1990's, it was now possible to build brain scanning devices that could detect the firing of a single neuron deep inside the brain. The first neural scanners were enormous expensive machines that surrounded the subject like the obsolete CAT scanners of the late 20th century. Gradually, over the next two decades, their size was reduced and the computational power required to make sense of the output kept pace. The helmet on Mandy's head was capable of detecting and physically locating all of the electrical activity in her brain.

To Mandy, however, it was just one more reason to be frightened. This was too strange, and too real. She looked at the Doctor, her mouth opening, but quite unable to speak.

The doctor took no notice, but began to speak herself. "The helmet on your head is actually quite a special machine. It will allow me to detect which parts of your brain become active under different stimuli."

At the word "stimuli" Mandy felt a shudder go through her body.

"Ah, you are worried about what stimuli I will choose?" Rose chuckled softly, still looking at the screen.

"I see your amygdala is working hard. This is the standard response to fear - it is instructing your body to produce adrenaline, in preparation for action. Of course in this case you are quite incapable of action, so your cortex is trying to counteract these instructions. Most important, however, is the activity in your orbital cortex. This is the location of your deepest moral principles."

The Doctor paused to reach out and pinch Mandy's closest nipple. Suddenly she squeezed hard, digging in with her nails. As Mandy yelped, she continued: "I just need to do some calibrations. We set the machine up as best we can for a standard female brain, but each one is different. Now, let's see . . . "

Rose leaned towards the screen, concentrating, rolling Mandy's nipple between the nails of her thumb and forefinger. She paused, digging even deeper, then released the nipple and typed quickly for a moment with both hands. "Good, that's almost got it. Just one more . . . "

This time Rose's left hand reached for Mandy's widespread crotch. She looked away from the screen for a moment to guide it to the top of her vagina, where two of her fingers spread the lips gently, revealing the soft bud of her clitoris. Gently she began to rub the little nub, her finger circling gently. Mandy caught her breath, as much from the shock as from any erotic feelings. Rose stared intently at the screen, and then her hands went to tap the keyboard one more time. "Good, we've located everything we need."

Rose brought her hands together on her lap, and turned to face Mandy, still lying spreadeagled in her helmet. "What you will be experiencing over the next weeks and months, Mandy, is called traumatic learning. We will be trying to reach your orbital cortex, the part of your brain that contains the instructions for your deepest moral codes. Accessing this part of the brain is easy in small children, but for someone your age it is a bit more diccult. What is required are truly traumatic experiences. Evolution has provided this mechanism for lessons that are critical to survival. We will be using it for our own purposes."

Rose went on, speaking like a grade school teacher: "Now the problem is, Mandy, that people are all different. So the kinds of trauma that work for some will not work for others. For some it is fear. For others, humiliation. And for some, it is pain, pure and simple, that does the trick. What will it be for you?"

Mandy could not answer. She was frozen - transfixed by the doctor's words, and by their detached delivery.

"Sometimes, of course," the doctor added, almost as an afterthought, "It is in finding the correct combination."

Rose reached under the trolley once more and brought out a pair of scissors and a small comb. "We will start by testing your response to humiliation." she said. Then she moved her chair back, so that she could look directly down at Mandy's crotch. Reaching under the end of the bed, she touched something and there was a soft humming noise. To Mandy's horror the posts at her feet began to move out and up, spreading her legs even further and raising them off the bed. Rose leaned her head over and watched Mandy's crotch as it came into better view.

"Does it embarrass you to have a stranger looking directly at your vagina, Mandy?" Her voice was mocking, and a soft smile played across her lips. Mandy's head was turned, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Finally the humming stopped. Mandy's legs were violently spread, so that Rose could easily see her lips and the puckered entrance below them. She ran a hand up Mandy's inner thigh until it reached the edge of her bush, where her finger traced out a clean edge.

"I see you shave your legs right up to your bikini line. Very nice. But during your stay here you will most often be naked, so the bikini line is not quite enough, don't you think?" Rose's fingers were idly brushing through Mandy's pubic hairs now. "The Master likes to see his girls' lips pouting sweetly through the curls. So we will style your curls to please him, I think."

Rose took the comb and started running it through Mandy's bush, combing her hairs towards the centre from each side. Initially they were quite tangled, and she had to tug several times until they combed freely Then she took the scissors and laid them gently along the line made by the two lips of her vagina, now hardly visible under the thick mass of hairs. "Shall we trim your pubic hairs for the Master, Mandy? Shall we expose your cunt lips so that he can see them pouting nicely?"

Mandy sobbed suddenly, tears of shame squeezing out of her closed eyes. "Please," she said. "Don't touch me there. Don't do this."

Rose chuckled. "I think we will." She pointed the scissors down and slowly began snipping up the line where Mandy's labia met. Then she started again at the bottom, moving slightly to the right and angling the scissors to shape the hair into a round edge. One more pass up the left side, and the lips were both exposed. Rose brushed the hairs off the sheet below, and then cocked her head to examine her handiwork. Beside her, the computer screen displayed a glowing map of Mandy's brain, recording the activity inside her skull.

Rose ran one finger up the newly exposed slit. "Stubble?" she exclaimed. "We can't have that." Reaching again below the trolley she brought out a long straight razor and a small aerosol can. Then she reached toward Mandy's vagina with her left hand. Three fingers entered her, and with her thumb on top she gently pulled out the left lip. With her right hand she squirted a small amount of shaving cream down the stretched area, and then she gently started scraping off the stubble. "Oh Mandy," she said. "The master will be so pleased when he inspects you and sees how well you have been prepared, don't you think?"

Rose knew that all of the activity on the screen was being recorded, but she glanced up there anyway to see the effect her words were having. "Oh, but there is still the other lip." she said after a moment. Then, deftly switching hands, she shaved the other side, leaving about a quarter of an inch on each side completely free of hair. She also shaved around the top, so that the part covering her clitoris was also bare. Then, in a final gesture, she shaved Mandy's perineum, the expanse of skin between her vagina and rectum.

"I must say, I think that looks rather nice. Would you like to see it? Of course you would." Rose took a hand mirror from the trolley and held it in front of Mandy's crotch. "Look, Mandy, see how nicely your cunt is displayed."

Mandy could not keep herself from looking. What she saw was her thatch of bushy curls with a pink gash up the middle. She did not think it looked beautiful at all. She was ashamed. Her thighs contracted, trying to hide it, but she could not.

Rose put the mirror down and looked at the screen. She typed for a short time, and then looked again."Good," she said finally. "Humiliation is always so effective."

Next she reached again onto the lower shelf of the trolley and came up with a large wooden tongue depressor. Another reach brought up a small jar. She inserted the wooden implement into the jar and it came out with a greasy brown substance on the end. "This", she said proudly, "is my own invention. It is a derivative of an alkaloid found in the stinging tree, a tropical jungle plant."

Very carefully, Rose tipped the end of the spatula down into Mandy's crotch, and wiped it across her newly shaved perineum. "This compound causes exquisite pain," she said, looking into Mandy's eyes. "It builds slowly, which allows me to collect good data. But soon, there will be nothing on earth as important to you as the pain in your crotch."

Mandy was stunned by what had been happening so far, and could say nothing. But she also felt nothing. What was happening? Suddenly she felt an itch grab her by the crotch. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but the ropes held. She started to pump her hips up and down as the itch turned into a burn. It continued to build, and her breaths became louder. Without really being aware of it, she heard herself starting to scream, louder as the pain became a searing, scorching fire. It was a blowtorch, aimed right in her crotch.

Rose was sitting facing the screen now, her hand lightly on Mandy's hip, feeling the shudders run through her body as it arched off the bed. "Soon! . Yes! There!" She sat back in her chair with an air of satisfaction.

Mandy's screams of agony continued. "Stop it! Make it stop! Please!"

The doctor watched for a few moments as Mandy's breasts gyrated wildly across her chest. The girl was rocking from side to side, her hips pumping, her hands clasping and unclasping.

After a moment, she reached under the trolley one last time to pull out a tube filled with another cream. Squeezing some onto her finger, she rubbed it onto the poor girl's crotch.

The effect of the antidote was immediate. Mandy fairly gasped with relief. "Ahh! Thank you!" She was panting hard, her breasts wobbling back and forth.

"You will want to rest for a bit." said Rose. She leaned over and looked evenly into Mandy's eyes. They showed relief and gratitude, but it was the focused receptiveness that Rose was looking for. Mandy was ready to learn. "Tonight you will meet the Master. You must always look your best when meeting your master. Do you understand?" Rose was speaking with level seriousness. This was, in fact, the day's lesson, and it headed straight into the girl's traumatized brain. Mandy nodded, her eyes wide.

Seeing this, Rose's expression changed, and she smiled sympathetically. "But, this leaves you with a few hours to sleep. You will be awakened at the appropriate time." Rose released Mandy's arms and legs, but did not take off the leather straps. Mandy was too exhausted to move. She brought her arms down, and when Rose pushed her trolley out into the hall, Mandy was already half asleep.

Rose went outside to her own quarters where over the next hour she reviewed the tapes and wrote up her report for Dominic. Fairly straightforward, this one. Pain and humiliation were the triggers, with humiliation being perhaps a more powerful tool than usual. In fact, if anything this one might be unusually easy. As she finished it and sent it off, she began to anticipate her own reward. What would it be this time? A visit from the two guards, perhaps? She had dismissed them rather abruptly. Perhaps Dominic would give her to them for the night for revenge? She shuddered with anticipation, remembering an intense moment when she had been on her hands and knees between them, one in her mouth and the other pumping in her ass. Presently, there was a knock at her door.