After Countless Relapses, This New Rehab In A Small Town Of No Where Would Be The Last One That Nic Would

After countless relapses, this new rehab in a small town of no where would be the last one that Nic would ever need.

Hours brainwashed and gallons of his cum milked, Nic is now ready to be mold as whatever his master wishes. His addiction redirected into an even more intense obedience and loyalty to the master.

Many from the street like him are assigned as a warrior slave, he will be trained by the best special ops that the master have acquired as one of his warrior slave. They will be put through 10 times of every toughest special ops training. Any hint of free will, the training will break them to pieces. Only a free will purged mind and solid unquestioning obedience will make it. These Intense training and exercise combine with master’s special slave feed, is turning them into a muscle beast with an unmatched discipline that could only be achieved without free will.

After that they will be ready to be given a rank of a warrior slave. Lining up for inspection for the master, hard sheathed dick pointing up, chest, master’s insignia freshly branded chest puff, their rectum squeeze tight around the hollow plug, reminding them of their total surrender and devotion to the master is their only source of pride and happiness.

The Master have a plan for them. Nic and other newly trained warrior slaves will be back on the same street that the junkie Nic comes from to enforce his master rule with his iron fists. Dominating the dark corners of society with his own “gang” of slaves.

Master will pick the one that he likes and fuck them in their new uniform for the Street in front of others in the line, thick Cuban chain warps tight around their neck, black short sleeve button up shirt and cargo pants, pair with black combat boots.

Nic hopes that he train hard enough to please the master and will get picked to be baptized his insides with the master’s holy nectar. So does other slaves in his squadron.

Matt live for his tattoo artist job. He drop off from art school to pursue his dream as soon as it was available to him to make the jump. But his shop always struggling to stay afloat. Until recently, his friend invited him to this “Gym Master” gym, his life have really turned around beyond just a physical aspect. Sure, he have bulked up  with muscle. He’s almost unrecognizable from a skinny guy before hitting this gym.

But there are other aspects too, he have noticed that he lose more and more interest in drugs and alcohol. It’s still unbelievable to him that he doesn’t cravings them anymore despite still have them fully stocked in his room to access anytime he wants, now they are only sitting there gathering dust.

Not long after, following a sudden burst of urge to live more utilitarian life, he throws them away along with other things in his apartment, and move to live in his shop instead to also save more money. He thinks he heard something about this that clicked with him in the gym but he couldn’t remember.  The memory from the gym is always hazy, must be because he work out so hard. 

All of his income left from bills goes directly to the gym account. The increased fee will now cover all of his food supply which will be planned and prepared by the gym for every meal, and everyday. It’s seem like a good deal to Matt. He already used all of his free time in there, so it only made sense to increase his membership fee to have the gym covers his life for him for the most effective result.

His skill is also improved considerably. People start to notice his little shop. And he’s invited to join the tattoo convention next year. Despite having very little customer to train his tattooing skill on before. But his recent works on customer have them impressed and they end up spreading the word around about his shop.

His work might got more busy but he always set a huge chunk of time for working out in the gym that he come to love. As soon as he crossed the door into the gym his expression turn blank, his personality façade evaporated to reveal, 1S-B154, another one of master’s brainwashed slave under the mask of Matt. Matt have been long erased, only archived data of his memory left for the slave to simulate his behavior outside of the master’s domains.

1S-B154 starts its training with mind conditioning, but the message today is different.

“NEW DIRECTIVE: 1S-B154 WILL BE REASSIGNED AS PERMANENT SERVICE SLAVE S-B154. WILL MAINTAINED “MATT” PERSONALLY WHEN INTERACTED OUTSIDE MASTER’S DOMINION” The text to speech voiced boomed inside its VR headset.

“S-B154 ACKNOWLEDGED.”  The slave replied its sheathed dick connected to a VR booth’s extraction tube twitches as new information burn into its brain.

“S-B154 WILL BE STATIONED IN THIS FACILITY” The computer rips Matt’s tattoo shop image from the archive of his mind and injects the information back to now empty brain that used to perceive and hold that information. The computer goes on. “S- B154 WILL ASSIST IN BRANDING SLAVES AND ENSLAVING POPULATIONS THAT MET THE REQUIREMENTS AS SPECIFY IN THE INFORMATIONS TO BE UPLOADED.

BEGIN PROGRAMMING UPLOAD.

PACKAGE 1: MASTER’S MANTRA

20% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 2: DETAILED MISSION DIRECTIVE 

40% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 3: SKILL SET - TATTOOS

60% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 4: MASTER’S TASTE IN MEN

80% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 5: SKILL SET: COMBAT SKILL FOR FACILITY’S AND OTHER PROPERTY’S PROTECTION

100% COMPLETE”

“INFORMATION SUCCESSFULLY INSTALLED, SIR!” S-B154 replied monotonously despite its body buckling around wildly in the booth. The uploading process overstimulated its sexual pleasure, making its dick pumping the genetic material continuously the entire process. Its chests heaving after the process ended.

“RESUME BODY IMPROVEMENTS AND MAINTENANCE”

“ACKNOWLEDGED.” The VR unlocked from its head along with the dick sheath and butt plug disconnected from the extraction machine. Its chest now bare the mark of its master and its real name. Tattooed on by its trainer, now a fellow service slave. The trainer kiss its newly tattooed insignia and give S-B154’s dick a welcoming stroke. S-B154 returns the favor as customary. S-B154 and its trainer return to the weight machine scheduled for it.

A while after, S-B154 leaves the gym. Its expression of Matt returns but this time Matt isn’t behind those eyes anymore. Only S-B154 wearing Matt’s memory remains.

“Who the fuck are you? You aren’t my lawyer.” Chris asked, confused, as a mob boss, that fucking lawyer of his better show up for what he paid for them, not this skeleton of a man. He has been in this god forsaken jail for far too long. He might have people both here and out helping him run his business uninterrupted, but nothing beats freedom.

“No I’m not, but trust me Mr.Connor. You’ll find that my offers are hard to refuse.”

“I’m not talking until my leach lawyer is here.”

“It’s ok, that won’t be a problem.” Suddenly the door of the interrogation room opened. Three huge guy entered the room, Chris is shock at them, all naked with the same matching tattoos on their chest. Their dicks are attached to some weird device along its full erected length.

One stay behind the small man, kneeling by his side. Two of them immediately got to Chris and pin him down to the chair. He finally got a close look at the tattoo containing some weird emblem and a small text under it “WP” following with a number.

But Chris is now too panic to pay attention to. As they start tearing his orange jumpsuit, leaving him completely naked on a cold stainless steel chair.

The mysterious man walk up to him and grab his bearded face. “Turns out we do need people on the hierarchy and cannot just recycle some junkie. I couldn’t stomach them, they are deeply unattractive but here you are on the top of the food chain and quite a looker yourself, jackpot! You made a little slip that landed you here, but don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll be much, much more capable and won’t making any mistakes again.”

The man released the grip on face and tap Chris’s forehead with his finger gently. Chris body suddenly feels like it has been electrocuted with pleasure. His body seizes up. The power flowing along his spine to the tip of his dick makes his back arched up in the air sending his instantly erect dick high up in the air. Chris letting out a tortured moan as the most potent orgasm he has ever experienced hit him but all the reaction from his dick is leaking droplets of pre-cum.

Chris is completely paralyzed as the third naked men carry him to what’s look like an ambulance parking in a private area of the jail. Inside the gurney and machine with hundreds of robot hands with fully loaded needle are standby for his arrival.

Chris body remain completely paralyzed from the master’s power as the machine break his skin with hundreds of needles with precision. As the needle slowly sink into his urethra, his balls, and anus, he feels everything as the machine begin pumping the compound X into him. But his awareness is cut short as another pair of needles make contact with his temple and the headset secured over his head, pumping the master pure mind power into its mind, destroy every resistance while solidified obedience and loyalty to its one and only god master. Molding its mind and body into one of the master’s X-Class super human slave.

Later

Lying in the spacious bed of the master bedroom in the mansion that it used to own. Chris, now XP-0003, usually sleeps in the new barracks with all of its slave brethren, but today the master request its sexual service.

No matter how much it wants to stay at the master’s side, but it have master’s mission to obey and complete. It get up from the master’s bed, XP2 are on the other side of their sleeping master. His head resting on XP2 chest, XP2 nod to XP3. One of X-Class slave’s super human ability is operating 24/7 without needing sleep, ever. So as XP2 and XP3 have finished their duty of sexually servicing the master. They always stay fully awake guarding him.

XP3 pass by rows of naked men strapped into a steel gurney. All of them used to be Chris’ trusted comrades, right hands, and henchmen. But Chris aren’t here anymore. Only XP3, a master’s vessel puppet for the soon to be reformed syndicate.

Their head are fitted with the same headset machine that XP3 have been brainwashed on, but not the compound X that flow in XP3 body. They would be other classes of non “X” superhuman slave. But only pure obedience and mind clean of free will can achieve so many things unimaginable and superhuman like without the need of Compound X.

XP3 feel the slickness of the master’s holy nectar deep inside it from last night, reminding it that the slave mind and body belong to the master to make use of. And if the master want to use it above and beyond other slave capabilities, it obeys without hesitation with or without the compound pumping through its vain.

It put on a suit and a facade of “Chris”, one of the most feared mob boss. But under the suit is the insignia of its god and its real name, permanently marked on its skin over its heart, where it belong; a sheathed duck; and a plugged hole. Just as under the mask of a hot headed playboy mob boss, is a fiercely obedient and loyal slave, a vessel to its master’s will, pulling his puppet around.

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One by one, his clothing slowly come off as he leaves the vehicle, only his dick sheath, butt plug, and boots are left, a proper uniform for a slave like him. His branded chest puffed proudly of his completed task for his master, finally back home with his brethren slaves, and back to be close by his master fingertips, ready to heed his commands again.

As for every slaves, he follows the master procedure for every long drive, he put on the headphones for his brainwashing. For an entire ride back to his master, he was brainwashed and edge by his master hypnotizing voice via the headphones with the help of the slave’s dick sheath and butt plug. His mind outside of the brainwashing only have the brain capacity of a little more advance self driving computer while he is being reprogrammed over and over again. His free will have long been purged clean but the master keeps the brainwashing on regular just to make sure and mostly for his sadistic fetish.

After being edged on the road for hours, the slave head straight to the milking station, the only place that slaves are allowed to release their genetic material other than the master direct command. He greet the warrior slave guarding the milking station with a customary greeting for slaves, sloppy tongue kiss on the master’s insignia tattooed over the guard’s heart while grabbing the guard’s sheath and give it a few strokes.

“Master, almighty.” The guard shivered with pleasure, grunted, and return the greeting.

The service slave greet him the same way then read his name tattooed on his chest, log it down, and strap him to the machine and start the process. His sheath and plug automatically connect with the machine with a satisfying click. He is always ready to give his master anything he demands of him. His soul, his mind, his body, his labor, and his offspring.

The guard resume his position. That slave get him all riled up, he wonder, is it his cycle to be milked yet? He would have to wait for another warrior slave to relieve him of his shift and he would check.

After intense brainwashing and slave training for a year, The young crown prince, or his real name LP-0008 as given by its master, is now ready to return to its homeland as the master's first royal to be enslaved to him.

Given the prince's country's absolute monarchy and strict law, the master saw great potential in the region as the refuge for him and his legion of slaves. That's if he can put it under his leash which would be an easier task than in a more democratic country.

Getting the prince wasn't as hard as the master have thought at first. Just a spam message containing his hypnotic recording to one of his bodyguards, not long after, the entire security team and the prince found enlightenment as a slave to their one true god and shot their seed as an offering.

He has the prince arrange his "Vacation" trip to the states. Despite being the crown prince, he travels around the world for a long period regularly, so no one raises any suspicion. As soon as his private jet land in the states, the service slaves in a white truck are waiting for them in the hangar. They leave their jet naked in a line. No prince, no bodyguard, no servant, only master's slave. The service slave strapped them down to the milking machine and the headset. They are edged, milked, and brainwashed over and over, nonstop for the entire 25 hours of driving from a coastal elite's city to a master's town in nowhere in the middle of the continent. As soon as they arrived, they are ready to be trained and become a part of the master's stable.

The prince only builds his muscle to inflate his ego, other skills than that aren't important because nepotism garuntee his chance for everything. But LP-0008 is trained in martial arts and all types of weapon incase being secretive doesn't work out, get ugly, and need to get physical, the master needs every slave to be able to handle that itself, warrior slave or not, so LP-0008 muscle isn't just for show anymore, but its bodyguard is. They keep up their duty of protecting the prince in public but they are trained to be a warrior slave unlike the prince, who is in a position of power, a trained labor slave. They would help LP-0008 on its mission, carry out a command that doesn't need the prince's presence, and any other warrior slave's duty.

Every LP-0008's milking and brainwashing session is combined with petabytes of diplomatic, political science and history forced up and burned into his brain. Preparing it to be a wise and ruthless leader of the country, securing its place as the future king, and a well-trained puppet of the master, bringing the country under the master's dominion.

LP-0008 are also trained in homosexual sexual pleasure. The master has deemed it worthy enough to be one of his pleasure slaves. That means training with other pleasure slaves and the master himself. The former homophobic prince is now an expert dick sucker, capable of making the straightest man cum with its tongue on the prostate, and able to take any dicks the master command.

It hasn't received its proper branding of the master's insignia and its real name over its heart yet. It has a mission to accomplish first. A tattoo would cause suspicion in the prince's deeply religious circle. The slave's dick sheath and the butt plug pose no problem hiding under the country's traditional garment. But as soon as the royal family and high-ranking officials and generals fall into the master's enslavement, there will be some changes mandated by the new king for sure, regarding tattoos and more.