Dissuading Diane By: Jyslenn Reed Chapter 1: Decisions Diane sat naked in the computer chair, one paw on the computer mouse and the other tucked between her slender thighs. She clicked away at options on the survey on the screen, filling out information on her budding sexual desires, telling the survey things so dark that she would never share them with her family or friends. Things far darker than most girls her age would even know about. The Siamese kitten was clearly growing into a young beauty, but at the age of ten, puberty was still struggling to wrest her away from childhood, leaving her slightly lanky and awkward looking. Her pelt was soft and short, perfect white fur that faded to a smoky silver-gray at her paws, feet, muzzle and tailtip. Her coral pink tongue peeked out between the glossy black skin of her lips, her blue eyes flicking side to side as she read the options she clicked through with great care. Her dusky black nipples perked sharply from her still flat chest, held from her white pelt by the crinkled black skin of her areola. Still, despite her youthful and boyish figure, her face and the way she moved on the chair left no doubt as to her femininity. Her paw moved slowly between her legs, half grinding against her smoke tainted mons, and half teasing her middle finger into the tight black folds of her immature pussy. The back of her paw and the press of her thighs kept the webcam from getting a clear view of that dark slit, granting only fleeting glimpses of her lust glossed labia. The microphone picked up her soft breathy moans, leaving little doubt that she knew exactly what she was doing. The stallion paused the playback on the screen and then leaned back in his chair, adjusting his suit jacket as he looked to the two stricken felines watching from the other side of the desk. He remained silent, waiting for the inevitable. Malory was first to speak, though it wasn't more than a whisper of, "No... it can't be real." Her husband, Warren, stood to his feet in a rush, knocking the office chair he had been sitting on to the ground, shouting out "What is the meaning of this!" He glared at the horse, slamming the flats of his palms against the desk. "You bring us here and show us some movie of my daughter's violation?" The stallion sighed and straightened his tie, "Please sit down, Mr. Cox, I did not bring you here simply to flaunt this in front of you. I came here to warn you and your wife about the dangerous situation your daughter has put herself in." Warren narrowed his eyes, still standing, but putting his anger in check as he asked, "Such as?" The stallion frowned and asked in rhetorical reply, "Do you have any idea what the company I represent does? The survey your daughter was filling out in that video, and six others like it, is one intended to allow informed adults to offer themselves into sexual slavery." He pulled a printed copy of the survey from his desk and slid it across to the two dumbstruck felines. The male cat turned to right the office chair, then sat down heavily into it as his wife took the paperwork and started to read through it, gasping and blushing at the vulgarities included within. Warren then asked, "And you make this kind of thing available to impressionable young girls?" The stallion shook his head, "I assure you we do not. Our system is well refined. Our website doesn't appear through search engines or link sites, one has to explore far beyond simple online pornography to find us. Normally, when someone fills out our survey, we determine how well they would fit our program, and if we feel we could turn a profit selling them. If we decide that they are a good find, then we abduct them off the street, and they are never seen again." This news caused Malory to gasp. The horse went on, "Your daughter used your eldest daughter's driver's license number to pass the age verification system we use, and has repeatedly filled out our surveys, but never submitted them." Warren asked, "How did you get these videos?" The stallion replied, "It is part of our verification system. When you start the survey, it activates all web cameras and microphones attached to the computer. We have to be sure that the application isn't a prank, or someone other than who the data shows. Otherwise we could kidnap the wrong person, or cause all manner of problems." Malory said weakly, "You are some sort of criminal organization then... the worst kind." The stallion shook his head, "If we were, your daughter would be gone already. Everything we do is legal, if only barely, within the laws of every country we operate within." He sighed, then continued, "That is why we contacted you. Your daughter clearly has more than a passing interest in the world we offer, and most in that world are every bit the criminals that you suspect them to be. We have traced the IP address of the computer used and monitored its activities for a month now, and she has been in a number of chat rooms, lurking and exploring. It won't take long for someone to find her, who doesn't care about her, or you." Warren narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are you saying?" "There are two kinds of people in the bondage, domination, and sado-masochism lifestyle, those who see it as a game, and those who are drawn to it because it is what they were born to. It is as much their sexuality as what gender they are attracted to, and it is just as impossible to suppress." the stallion spread his hooves and said, "Your daughter, I suspect, is in to this for life. If so, she will need to find a lover who can own her and fulfill her needs when she is old enough. But there is a stark danger of falling victim to some very terrible people in the meanwhile. Obviously she is quite good at hiding this from you, as you are both clearly stunned by this revelation." The two felines looked to each other and sighed, then looked back to the horse, Malory then asked, "So, you just brought us here to warn us about our daughter's needs?" The stallion frowned, "In part. I won't lie to you. If it weren't illegal to take your daughter as one of our products, without parental consent, we would already have approached her. Children who realize what life they want is rare, and predators are even rarer. We could give her what she needs, but no sane parent would allow such a thing." Warren muttered, "Damn right." in reply to that. Malory then said, "How do we even know that she is truly into this lifestyle, and that it isn't just a silly fantasy, or a phase?" The horse smiled, "Look at her past. I would guess that she has always been a bit timid and respectful, but gets in trouble a lot? She is probably very quiet through spankings or other punishment, yes? When she plays with her friends, does she end up tied up often? Does she take a submissive role in their games?" he waited for the pair to think between each question before going on to the next. "These are all early signs of a true submissive." Malory shook her head at last, "That doesn't mean that it isn't a phase..." The stallion nodded, "True, it very well could be, in which case, ending up in a relationship such as what my company offers would destroy your daughter. The last thing we need is a bad reputation for product quality." Warren growled, "Stop talking about my daughter as if she were just some toy." The stallion held up his hooves, "I'm sorry, you work in this field long enough, and that is how you start to see submissives. I meant no offence." Warren nodded, and then said, "Why don't you just tell us what you are really up to. You have already said you want our daughter to be your company's sex slave, and we have already said that isn't going to happen. What's the point in talking to us further? You've said your warning." The stallion leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk, looking far more predatory than a horse had any right to look, "I propose a test." Warren asked through half gritted teeth, "What sort of test?" The stallion smiles, "A test of her nature and resolve. If she is truly a submissive and she doesn't find an owner who respects her, she will be brutalized and lead a horrible life. My company can prevent that by matching her up with someone who meets her needs and values her. If she isn't a submissive, then this is a dangerous phase she is in, and it is better to nip it in the bud before she gets hurt." he paused to let that logic sink in, then continued, "Her Summer vacation is in two weeks. If you both agree, I suggest we test her over the Summer. We would implant a control device in her head that would force her to live the life of a slave, unable to say no to any command, but she would remain with you. Treat her as a slave for the summer. Make her do all the chores, use her as you see fit. Scare the slave out of her if you are able. At the end of the summer, if she still wants to be a slave, you let us take her and finish the procedures and training, then see to it that she finds a good owner. If not, then we remove the control device, and we are on our way, leaving you with a daughter cured of a dangerous obsession. All in the safety of your own home." Warren stood up again, though less abruptly than before, "This is ridiculous, we don't need you to help us with our daughter." He paused as his wife caught his sleeve, then looked to her emotion torn face. Malory bit her lower lip, then said, "Warren, it might be for the best... if he's right... she could end up raped... or worse. She would be in our care... at least we would know for certain." The male feline looked to his wife in shocked surprise, "You can't honestly be considering this... if she likes it, we would lose her forever!" Malory nodded slowly, a sad look in her eyes, "There are worse ways to lose her forever than to have her happy." She then looked to the stallion, "Can you... can you tell us more about how your company and these procedures work?" The stallion nodded with all seriousness, "Of course Mrs. Cox..." - - - - - The bunny groaned, "Man, a full week of school more... I can't stand it!" She trudged alongside Diane as the pair walked home. "Every day just gets longer and longer!" Diane giggled, "It's just a week, Angie, we will endure, and it will be over before you know it." Her friend Angie had always been a bit of a drama queen, but she always had something fun up her sleeve, and was always ready to take charge and make decisions, making it easy for Diane to follow her. The pair reached Angie's house and the bunny waved to Diane as she padded down her walkway. Diane watched her friend enter the house, giggling a little again at the excessive drama that always followed in Angie's wake. That giggle turned to a gasp as a black burlap sack was pulled over her head from behind. She inhaled the earthy scent of the bag, unable to see anything, and drew in a breath to scream, just as the metal teeth of a taser was pushed into the curve of her back, shocking that breath back out of her. In seconds the feline was pulled into the waiting van. Diane trembled and gasped for breath in the wake of the taser's shock, trying to get her muscles to do what she told them to, as the paws of her unseen assailants started ripping off her clothing. She heard a deep male voice laugh, "Check it out, the slut isn't even wearing panties..." she felt rough fingers dig at the slit of her young pussy, "...and she's already wet..." A woman's voice barked out, "Hands off, you know what the boss said. No fucking this one. She's to stay cherry until she's processed." Diane shuddered and blushed deeply at this revelation, trying to figure out what was going on as she felt cuffs locking her arms behind her, and her legs drawn up and locked to those cuffs in a hogtie. The bag was lifted off her head just enough for a ball gag to be forced in, then strapped in place, before it was tugged back down tight, now leaving her mute and blind. She could hear the sounds of the vehicle she was in, and feel the bumps and bounces of the van's movement. The voices of her captors stopped and she was left to wiggle and struggle on the rough carpet floor, naked save for the hood and restraints. Bound and in the dark, the ride felt like it took hours for the poor kitten, breathing stale air in the hood and drooling around the gag in her mouth as the floor beneath her lurched and shifted with the van's movement. The van pulled to a stop, and then she felt a sharp prick of a needle pressing into the meat of her rump, and she heard the female voice say, "Nighty night cat." just before the world went dark. - - - - - The stallion smiled at the felines, "The first step is acquisition. To leave a more lasting impression with the young girl, she will be kidnapped right off the street, tied up, drugged, and shipped to our nearest prep-facility." Warren frowned, "So we let you kidnap our girl and sweep her off to who knows where? This doesn't sound at all safe for her." The stallion spread his hooves, "Mr. Cox, I assure you, our staff are well trained, your daughter will not be harmed. I will even leave standing orders that she is not to be molested, something true volunteers don't have the pleasure of. Once your daughter is in custody, we will notify you with an address where the two of you, and your eldest daughter can come in person to be registered to her control system." Malory bit her lip for a moment in thought, then asked the stallion, "Do we have to involve Julie in this?" "Do you leave her in charge of your youngest daughter? Babysitting and the like?" the stallion asked. When Malory and Warren nodded, he continued, "She will need to be informed of what is really going on, and then registered." Warren, still unconvinced, frowned and asked, "So what all will you do with her once you have her?" - - - - - Diane slowly came to as the drugs wore off, her whole body aching from the time spent locked up and gagged. She winced as hands unlocked her wrist and ankles and roughly hoist her to a table, feeling her head bang against the metal surface. The hood was pulled off to reveal a large surgical lamp above her, making her eyes squeeze tight shut to keep out the light after so long in darkness. She could hear a number of people moving about and talking about things that she didn't understand, but recognized as medical terms. Her arms and legs, still stiff and sore, were stretched out to the corners of the table and locked down securely, leaving her feeling very vulnerable and exposed. Someone shoved an IV needle into her left arm, but she barely felt it, her attentions focused on the doctor who spread open her labia and used a scalpel to cut away her hymen with an artist's skill. Her body trembled in the restraints and she tossed her head side to side, feeling the doctor's gloved fingers probing and stretching her open before the cold blades of a speculum was pushed into her and cranked open. Her eyes snapped open wide and she arched in her restraints, having never felt anything but her own fingers down there before. She had no frame of reference for what came next, as something else was pushed in past the speculum, and against her cervix, forcing that tight knot of immature muscles open as something inflated her uterus as it was pushed into her. She tried to scream, but the ball gag dampened it to a mere muffled cry. Another doctor, an old rat in scrubs, took hold of her head, bracing it in place with pads put into slots on the table. She tried to thrash her head, but he held her fast and strapped her down with a band across her forehead and another across her neck. He attached retractors to her eyelids, one at a time, forcing her eyes wide open. She heard him chuckle and say through his mask, "This one has some fight in her." Someone else commented, "They all do at this stage, it never lasts, though." A strange machine was levered over her head and lowered into place by the old rat. He then lubricated four paddles set in the machine, which looked like white shoehorns, and then adjusted a few knobs to make sure they were lined up correctly. He then pushed a button and stepped back. Diane watched in terror, unable to move away or close her eyes, as those paddles slid down and pressed to either side of her eyes, sending searing pain through her skull as they wedged into the eyesockets. Her whole body shook in the restraints as though shocked, and she again let out a muffled scream of pain and distress, feeling the paddles start literally scooping her eyes out of the sockets. The pain was so intense that seconds before they popped free, she passed into blissful unconsciousness. - - - - - The stallion shrugged and smiled at the cats, "We start by surgically removing her hymen, which will allow her to engage in sexual activity without pain the first time. Then we install a specialized IUD into her uterus, which will both ensure that she doesn't get pregnant, and in fact, trick her body into pausing the menstrual cycle pretty much indefinitely." Malory asked nervously, "Is that safe?" "Of course." the horse replied, "Going into heat is only required for reproduction, halting the process doesn't cause any adverse affects. If anything, it only causes beneficial ones. Now, once that is done, she is given a battery of shots aimed at protecting her against the most common sexually transmitted diseases. These are mostly experimental, and not one hundred percent effective, but it is better than nothing. After that, the CRCT is installed." Warren asked tersely, "And what is that?" "The CRCT is the system that assists in the training and enforcing of proper behavior and etiquette." The stallion smiled, "The slaves call it the cricket, their own little Jiminy Cricket, but it actually stands for Computerized Reactive Cognitive Trainer. It is attached to the optical nerve, and it stimulates or represses the production of serotonin and dopamine in conjunction with what the slave does, creating a sense of euphoria when they do what they are supposed to, and a sense of depression when they misbehave. Think of it as a slave's conscience." Warren's frown turned to a scowl, "Won't that just make her 'want' to be a slave? Regardless of any inclinations?" The stallion shook his head, "No, it doesn't make someone enjoy being a submissive. It just forces them to behave that way. Only a true submissive can really love the lifestyle. For anyone else, it would feel like their body is betraying them constantly." Malory asked quietly, "What happens next?" "Induction. While we have the optical nerve open, we feed a rapid burst of visual data directly into the brain, along with high doses of omega 3, and synthetic enzymes and proteins, essentially smart drugs, to help the information set in her brain. This cuts training time down to a matter of weeks, instead of years. It gives her mind a framework for future training, so that all she has to do is 'remember' how to talk, act, and move. This coincides with the programming of the CRCT to allow a seamless transition from independence to slavery..." - - - - - Diane woke up very slowly, her whole body aching and her head pounding with a horrible headache. At first she couldn't move, not wanting to shift a muscle and risk making the aches and pains worse, but then slowly the need to move won out. She shifted to her side, one paw reaching for the blankets without finding any. It was then that the memories of her situation came rushing back. She sat up sharply, but the ache in her loins and the throbbing in her head made her dizzy and she slumped back down onto the bed. She let her paws roam her body, finding that she was completely naked. Remembering the nightmarish image of her eyes being gouged, she reached a nervous paw to her face, finding a bandage wound around her face, with pads over each eye. She groaned in fear and started to tug at the bandages, unwinding them and pulling them off of her head to expose her eyes. The light in the small room was dim, but it stung her eyes all the same. She almost cried at that stinging, however, because it meant that she still had eyes. She looked around the room, simply to savor being able to look at things. The room mostly looked like a normal hospital room, with an automated bed, a wall filled with examination tools for taking a patients' vitals, a chair for a visitor to sit in, and a TV hanging from an arm near the ceiling. There were differences though, such as the lack of windows, and a door made of prison bars. There were no blankets or smocks in the room, and as she had previously discovered, she was completely naked. She looked to the doorway again, and realized that there was no privacy in the room at all. 'A slave doesn't need privacy or modesty.' The thought came to her unbidden, both bringing a blush to her cheeks and a moment of confusion, then a few moments later, a soft wave of pleasure. She was a slave, and slaves are supposed to be naked. It just made sense to her. This made Diane frown a bit, and for just a moment she wondered what else would just make sense to her. A soft female voice broke Diane from her thoughts, saying, "Good morning slave, it is good to see you awake." This made Diane look towards the doorway again, seeing a young woman standing on the other side of the bars. The woman was a black mouse, her fur sleek and glossy, and clearly on display, considering all she wore was a silver collar wrapped loosely around her neck. Her skin was pink, and her body still faintly clung to a teenage slenderness, which more adult and womanly curves had mostly taken over. Diane guessed the feline was probably in her early twenties. Diane sat up on the bed, wanting to start asking dozens of questions that were rattling around in her head, 'A slave doesn't speak until asked a direct question, unless it is an emergency.' Her mouth opened, but she couldn't bring herself to say a word. The mouse giggled softly, "Relax slave, you will get used to the cricket's voice in time. At first, it is impossible not to obey it. How are you feeling?" A direct question. 'A slave answers all questions promptly and concisely.' Diane opened her mouth again, "I..." she felt a wave of depression and nausea. 'A slave is not a person, words like I, Me, Mine, and Myself are forbidden.' She swallowed and tried again, "This slave has a headache, and everything hurts." The mouse nodded and pulled the door open, allowing Diane to see that there were no locks to keep it closed. She could have walked out at any time, but she knew without needing the strange new voice in her head that she wouldn't do so without orders. Diane watched as the mouse moved to a cabinet and took out a tiny paper cup with two white pills in it, she then moved to the sink, filling a larger paper cup with water. The mouse handed both cups to her and said, "Swallow these." Diane did so without question or comment, barely thinking about it. Her eyes strayed between the mouse's thighs, and she blinked, noticing a white pattern of lines in the shape of a barcode just above the mouse's slit. She looked up at the mouse's face curiously, unable to voice the question she wanted to ask. The mouse caught her look and smiled, "Oh. Yes, that is this slave's product identifier code. You will get yours when your training is complete." Diane nodded slowly as she took that answer in, then looked down at the white fur between her legs, wondering how it would look to have a barcode worked into the fur there. The mouse smiled softly and said, "Now then, lay back on the bed slave, and relax, this slave needs to ensure that you are healing properly." she lifted a flashlight and flashed it in Diane's eyes as the feline complied, making Diane wince. "This slave was a nursing student when she was taken, the Company finds it useful to have her handle care and recovery in this warehouse." the mouse explained as she did a rudimentary examination of Diane, taking her temperature, blood pressure, and checking for bruising or damage. - - - - - Warren frowned, "That sounds awfully permanent. You reprogram her brain so that she wants this stuff, and we have no chance…" The stallion laughed softly, "Mr. Cox, all we program the slaves with are a set of rules and structures, nothing at all to make them want that kind of structure in their life. We do nothing to their personality or beliefs, doing so would make for cookie-cutter slaves who seem emotionally false to their owners, trust me, we have tried it. It lowers our profits too much to be allowed." Malory looked to her still fuming husband and laid a paw over his, "I… I think we should do it Warren."