SNOW DRAGON

...passing plates of hot, succulent food beneath her nose,
allowing the aromas to fill her senses. With each plate of food,
Lisa jerked and spasmed in her bonds.

Lisa was strapped to a low bench, upper arms and thighs bound
tightly to its legs. Her breasts hung over the edge; her head
was held back by a strap that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
Wires were attached to each nipple, and others disappeared
between her legs.

"Lisa doesn't seem to be adjusting very well, nurse."

"No, doctor, she is still resisting the treatment. She refuses
to eat any of the food we give her, so we are intensifying the
shocks and increasing the rate at which we pass the plates under
her nose. While you're here, it's about time to try to get her
to eat again. Would you like to observe?"

Dr. Newlin nodded, and another of the women passed a bowl of the
"food" to the head nurse. "Are you ready to eat yet?" The nurse
held the bowl to Lisa's face, but Lisa turned away, spasming with
the shocks as she did so.

"Enough!" Dr. Newlin shouted. "Get the helmet! We'll teach this
bitch if it takes all fuckin' week!"

The head nurse retrieved a metallic mesh helmet from a nearby
table. Janine watched Dr. Newlin and the nurse attempt to slip
it over Lisa's head. As Lisa shook her head violently in
resistance, one of the women pushed a button on her control
panel. Lisa's hips bucked upward, straining her bonds, as a
surge of electricity pulsed between electrodes buried in her
pussy and ass. Her head snapped straight up, allowing Dr. Newlin
to slip on the mesh headgear and fasten the strap under her chin.
"Thank you, Amelia. Hand me the number 4 wire harness, please."

"But doctor, Lisa hasn't had the helmet treatment yet. Are you
sure you don't want to start with the number 1 or 2?"

"I believe her to be incorrigible, Amelia. She will get the full
treatment from the start. Besides, I want Janine to see exactly
what will happen to her if she doesn't cooperate tomorrow."

Janine cringed as she heard her name mentioned, and started to
crawl backwards, away from the scene in front of her...

BEN GALAHAD

"Slave Janine", said Doctor Newlin, "you will be surprised to
find out that our technology is still extremely primitive. We
will eventually have technology to allow direct enslavement of
the mind, but, until then, we must be satisfied with what we have
now."

"This does not mean that we do not experiment, however. The
electronics that allow us to gauge your responses came from this
research. Unfortunately, many of our experiments end up dead, or
permanently brain injured. More end up sufficiently mindless to
be practically robots. This treatment, however, only has about a
10% chance of destroying Janine. And, the other 90% of the time,
it turns the subject into a total slave quite rapidly. If only
it were more reliable, we would be using it on you. If you are
sufficiently rebellious, we might yet. But you have proven to be
quite a docile subject; you will almost certainly be easily
enslaved without such extreme measures. Tom? Ben? You're
ready? Then let's do it."

"NO!!!" screamed Lisa. "I'll do anything, I'll be a good slave,
but not this!!!"

"It's just too late for that," said Doctor Newlin. "You have
proven impervious to normal methods. Don't worry, though. With
your strong mind, you should survive this." And he started
calibrating the machine.

Whatever Janine expected to see, it was certainly not this.
Lisa's face and body started contorting. Smiles, frowns,
grimaces, laughter, screaming; all came in rapid succession.
Everybody was watching the monitors. Janine almost thought of
getting up and running away, but put away the thought almost
before it came. Newlin was right; she WAS going to be easily
enslaved. Finally, the process stopped, and Lisa collapsed in a
heap.

"Let's test this out, now," said Newlin. "You see, slave, we
have sent a carefully arranged set of electrical signals through
Lisa's brain, and kept careful track of her responses. Through
care and a little luck, none of those signals proved too
damaging. Now, we can override Lisa's mind, and put a number of
useful thoughts and emotions into her brain. Nothing too
specific, I'm afraid, but certainly enough to take away any
resistance she might have. WAKE UP, slave Lisa!" Newlin pressed
a button on a remote control, and Lisa woke up.

"I HATE YOU!!!" screamed Lisa. "I HATE YOU!!!" And Newlin
pressed another button, and Lisa's face clouded with lust. "I
have to fuck!" said Lisa, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Newlin pressed
another button, and Lisa erupted in hysterical laughter. Another
button, and Lisa collapsed again on her knees, and broke down in
tears.

"Let's see how well this worked," said Doctor Newlin. "Try the
food again!"

Tom and Ben brought out the tray of delicious food, and gave it
to Lisa. A touch of Doctor Newlin's control, and Lisa turned
away in disgust. They then handed her a platter of a mixture
that made the buckwheat, turnip and broccoli mixture of Janine's
look appetizing by comparison. A touch of Doctor Newlin's
control, and Lisa ate it hungrily.

"Now, Janine, that you see what happens when you don't cooperate,
let's see how YOU do with this food, without any electronic
prodding."

And he placed a dish of the same noxious mixture in front of
her...