The other soldier, an older, forty-something, man named William Richards waved Harmony off his lap and stood up. After adjusting his pants to hide the uncomfortable bulge from the beautiful girl grinding on his cock, he examined the girls in the room. He had known about Horizon Falls for a year, having visited it on leave after his younger brother’s wedding. Melissa Adams, Marcus’ fianc�, had quickly become Missi Richards, devoted homemaker and mother to be, currently eight months pregnant.

Sick of William’s badgering during his week long visit, Marcus finally confided to his brother what had happened. Horizon Falls was a new community where women were conditioned to be what nature made them to be: simple minded, feminine, and domestic. There were no career women, feminists, or confusing distractions from mainstream America. At the time, Marcus only gave William sketchy details that he only somewhat believed. A few weeks later he was called back to the front lines. Melissa had been a plain girl before, pretty average, but now she was very traditional, feminine, and devoted to domestic life. William had to have a wife like that for himself.

Seeing it in front of him now, the war hero was amazed. He couldn’t wait to choose his own girl; now that he was a war hero, the government had given him the option to retire early. No one knew yet but he was going to accept it, settle down into private life, and begin a family with the Chattelbot of his choosing. He did not have any moral problem with girls being turned into Chattelbots. He was old fashioned and thought the proper place for women was as obedient mothers and wives. Still, seeing it right in front of him did spark some curiosity about the process.

William turned slightly to see Harmony still staring at him with puppy dog eyes. He turned back to Michael and asked a question. “How do the girls end up so docile? Can I specify their training?” Michael nodded and began to explain...

Each night, Crystal attended a party as Andre’s date. She was totally obedient arm candy for a man of his stature. At every party she does everything right, smiling at all times, agreeing with all men who talk to her, and generally doing as Andre tells her. In the early morning each night her future owner returned the girl to the clinic where Kimmi or another Chattelbot nurse waited to strap her into a programming seat and pump more pretty music to further reprogram her mind.

One afternoon, sitting idly after a brainwashing session, Crystal, in a moment of coherency, got out of the chair and began to make her way down the hall. She did not realize, however, that the chip in her brain tracked her every movement. A silent alarm sounded when she left the room before the correct time when someone would have come to get her. At the end of the long hall she looked into a room where the blond found Kimmi and a doctor performing surgery on a beautiful dark haired girl.

Pausing to view what was going on in the room gave security enough time to catch up to her. One of the large men thumbed a remote, pressing two buttons that caused Crystal to snap to attention, mind blank. She smiled at the man who had taken control of her and walked over. Waiting quietly while he snapped a leash to her neck collar, the blond was returned to the room she had come from where a nurse met them. A supplemental reinforcement session took away even more of her limited resistance.

Now more under control than ever, Crystal spent the second week of her journey swimming in the morning and learning to walk in as feminine a manner as possible in high heels on a treadmill during the afternoon. A small mp3 player was clipped each day to her micro-miniskirt, its ear buds pumping more subliminal reinforcement to coincide with the chip in her brain rewriting her attitudes and values. She complied without question, eager to please her male controllers and even filled in, to the best of her limited abilities, one day with Dr. Graham when Mrs. Graham had mysteriously been sent home with an illness.

During lunch that day, while she was sucking Dr. Graham’s cock, he received a phone call telling him that Mrs. Graham would be fine. He also commented that this was a day he’d been awaiting for a long time, but Crystal was too dimwitted and docile at this point to question his cryptic statement. After cumming in her mouth, he told Crystal that she would see her friend tonight when Andre and Crystal went to the exclusive gentleman’s club the blond had been promised a temporary job.

That evening, as promised, Andre took Crystal to the gentleman’s club where she would be allowed to work for the week. As she tried to remember the first evening, suddenly the presence of Mrs. Graham came back to her. Both girls were dressed in pink micro-dresses and clear platform heels of the same color. The blond did notice that Mrs. Graham’s dress was not as tight or form fitting as her own, but a kiss from her friend as they greeted each other made the distracting thought drift away.

After being introduced to Mr. Wells, the owner of the club, and some of the other girls, each more beautiful than the previous, Crystal was brought to the dressing room where her and Mrs. Graham would dress for the night. Now, the dark haired man spoke quietly to the Chattelbot, in calm, reassuring tone, until she was passively smiling and nodding along. After one more grope of her augmented chest, he decided to test her programming. “Crystal,” he pointed to the small rack of clothes hanging next to her chair, “this is what you will be wearing on stage.”

Crystal walked over to it and examined the minuscule bikini. She blinked a few times, trying to imagine how little it would cover. Something seemed wrong about that, but before she could continue to question Mr. Wells put his hand on her arm and her focus returned to his words. “...I think accentuating your best assets.” He stopped and pointed to her enlarged chest. “...and let’s not forget those shapely legs, you’ve been working hard on that treadmill haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Crystal dreamily whispered as she remembered the hours and hours of workouts the past week on the treadmill, in the pool, and in Andre’s bedroom. Her eyes became pools of green colored ocean, lost in mindless, repetitive, thoughts of obedience to men.

Mr. Wells smiled and touched her tan shoulder. “Good girl.” With those words, and the proximity of a male, instinctively Crystal reached forward and began to rub his cock with her manicured fingers through his pants. Sighing at the beautiful Chattelbots erotic, programmed, touch, Mr. Wells allowed this to continue for a minute before putting up a hand. “Stop, my dear, you are such a good girl but that can wait.” He put a hand on her chin, watching the girl close her eyes. “That can wait until tomorrow night, when your boyfriend Andre isn’t here.”

Her...boyfriend...Andre? Crystal had not thought of him like that before, but it made sense. A new subliminal, pumped into her for hours during her conditioning, marinated her mouth. “Andre is my boyfriend, Sir, I love him a lot. I will do whatever he commands.” When she thought about it as much as her slowed down mind allowed, the blond bimbo realized her love for Andre was genuine despite the brief length of their courtship.

Crystal dressed in the floss sized bikini and light blue platform heels. A look in the mirror at her bleached blond hair, very large breasts, and toned, tanned, body made her very happy. I wear high heels all the time so I look my best...large breasts are appealing on girls of any size or shape. Mr. Wells casually nodded his approval, used to dealing with girls just as beautiful as her on an almost daily basis. He wasn’t bored with the job, but girls like Crystal were a dime a dozen. The vapid bimbo stared at him, a soft smile across her face as she waited for his instruction.

Before this could continue, both Mr. Wells and Crystal turned to find Kimmi had stepped into the room. She looked incredible, dressed in a knee length flowery pink dress with a pair of black pumps on her feet. Her hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail, which accented her beautiful, surgically crafted, facial features. The Chattelbot came over to Crystal and hugged her, both complimenting the other on their outfits.

Mr. Wells broke up their joyous reunion by snapping his fingers. The girls turned to him, docile eroticism on their faces as they both asked how they may serve tonight. He approached the girls and took in their beautiful appearance. Each girl had a different purpose this evening, a unique duty to perform. Snapping his fingers again, both girls automatically stood more casually. Crystal was now too programmed to question this at all.

He stopped in front of Kimmi. Word had been spread around that Mrs. Graham was pregnant. He put a hand on her stomach, rubbing his fingers around in a circle a few times. “Mrs. Graham,

I have been told you are going to be having your husband’s child in about eight months?”

Mrs. Graham, blushed proudly. “Yes, Sir, I am so happy! I was created to have children for a man, Sir.” She could barely get the final Sir out before Crystal squealed and hugged her friend tightly, congratulating the soon to be homemaker on this important announcement.

Crystal pulled away and blinked a few times. A new line of subliminal programming played in her mind, fed from the chip in her brain. “I can’t wait for marriage and babies. Girls are born for breeding and obedience,” she said to no one in particular.

Mr. Wells nodded slowly in approval. “Yes, Crystal, that is very true. Your boyfriend Andre told me,” he pointed in the direction of Kimmi, “that he hopes you can be just like Mrs. Graham.”

Mrs. Graham was her best friend, it was clear she would have to emulate her in all things. Especially if Andre wanted it; she loved him so much, it was only right if she did as he told her. Girls shouldn’t have to think a lot, they are made for pleasure. They should let men do their thinking for them.

Mrs. Graham hugged her friend tightly. Mr. Wells snapped his fingers, which made the girls turned to him, softly smiling. Kimmi was now sitting on Crystal’s lap, the nurse’s belly being rubbed by the new Chattelbot. “Girls, this is nice and all, a lovely reunion for you, but you have a job to do tonight.”

Both girls lowered their limpid eyes, “Yes, Sir,” and remained in position for their controller.

Mr. Wells came to stand in front them, his cock rising as he watched them stare blankly at the floor like mindless mannequins. “Girls,” he began, pleased as they automatically looked up at him in recognition of the sound of his voice, “why don’t you say goodbye now and we can put you to work?”

Kimmi turned to her friend and hugged Crystal. Their enlarged breasts made it more difficult to embrace tightly, but they managed. Pulling away, Crystal stared at her role model for a moment and then leaned in to kiss her gently on the mouth. Kimmi returned the favor and the two blonds made out for a minute until, after Mr. Wells pressed a button on the controlling remote in his hand, the girl’s minds blanked momentarily until their new programming downloaded.

Blinking three times quickly, Kimmi got off of Crystal’s lap and stood at attention, with Crystal quickly standing up to join her. A dense fog had claimed her free will; she now knew there were one reason and one reason only, she was at the club tonight: to please men. It was her natural purpose, the reason she lived.

Mrs. Graham stepped forward and turned to face Crystal. “We have to go work now; it is our duty to obey,” she stated mindlessly in a quiet voice.

Crystal passively sighed. “I will obey too,” and stepped in line behind her friend as they swayed out of the room and into the club’s hallway.

Watching Crystal’s backside shift from side to side in that barely there bikini was too much for Mr. Wells. His cock now rock hard, he walked back into his office on the other side of the dressing room. Closing the door behind him, he pressed a button under the desk. Moments later, a beautiful French Chattelbot came out of a sliding wall opening and smiled vapidly at him. The dark haired eighteen year old girl, whose name, before being reprogrammed into a mindless sex machine, had been Brigitte, was naked besides the shiny black pumps she never took off. The busty, pale, girl had been a runaway whose impressive chest had allowed her to turn tricks in this city.

The dark haired French girl and two other prostitutes she shared clients with had been kidnapped and brought in to be the guinea pigs for an experimental Chattelbot chip. Most men wanted one of two things. Many just wanted their wives, girlfriends, or daughters to smile and obey. Some others wanted them converted into their fantasy; the docile maid, or bubble brained trophy wife. Recently, however, there had been a surge of men who just wanted mindless, autonomized, obedience. A slave who only responded to “fuck,” “suck,” “clean,” or “cook.”

Brigitte had been rigorously brainwashed, her mind rewired so she only responded to “suck,” or “fuck.” Otherwise, when not in use, she just stood quietly in her black pumps, blankly smiling in utterly mindless content. She and her prostitute friends were the closest to almost inhuman, robotic, slaves that had been created so far. They had no thoughts, concerns, or ideas other than those hard wired into their brains. Their only purpose was that of devoted, unquestioning, property.

Tonight, Mr. Wells wanted fuck. Pressing the second button in the top row of the remote, his cock got even harder watching the now nameless sex slave come to life, desire and lust in her eyes. The barely legal Chattelbot swayed over to him, lust in her large eyes, and thrust her breasts outward for him. He kneaded them briefly and then harshly pushed her backward, picking the slave up to shove her violently against the wall.

Trained to please, the former Brigitte breathlessly undid her Master’s belt and pulled his pants down. She stroked his cock with her pink nailed right hand and spread against the wall so he could penetrate her. Mr. Wells fucked the girl hard, wanting to cum after the earlier scene with Crystal and Kimmi. He imagined fucking Crystal’s mouth, the mindless French teenager in front of him becoming her in his mind’s eye. She moaned loudly as he held her against the wall and impaled her further.

Finally, he grunted out in ecstasy and the girl fell into his arms. Mr. Wells held her tightly for a few minutes. Letting go of her, he commanded the Chattelbot to clean up and return to her post. Back at his desk, he placed a transfer order into the laptop in front of him for the bleached blond friend of the former Brigitte who had a similar build to the Chattelbot known as Crystal.

At the Gentleman’s club, both Crystal and Kimmi danced for the room of important political, athletic, and financial figures. Before her first dance, Kimmi, whose baby bump was not showing yet, gave the blond a pep talk. Crystal was nervous, wanting to please, but performed admirably from the sound of the applause and three requests for private sessions she received.

A few hours mindlessly passed as Crystal went from swallowing the cum and whimpering from the spankings of the first man, a famous soccer player for the national team back home from after his overseas club league ended, to be fucked from behind with a dildo by a famous lady lawyer whose entire office staff consisted of Chattelbots.

Frowning as the woman left their private room, Crystal looked at herself in the mirror. She was dripping in sweat and looked extremely sexualized. Her bouncing, massive, breasts, moved up and down with each breath. For a moment, her current situation began to trouble the Chattelbot. If she loved Andre, why is she fucking other people? Slowly, she sat down on the bed in the middle of the room, ass sore from being violated anally earlier.

Crystal began to cry softly; she knew something was wrong, but her simplified mind couldn’t fully grasp it. The answer she sought was always a thought away, blocked off by days of brainwashing telling her that thinking critically was not for ladies. What puzzled her most was the amount of pleasure which obeying clients had given her so far tonight. After being paid by the soccer player, before the lawyer came in, she rubbed herself until cumming violently. The cruel, domineering, lady made her quickly become aroused again by her harsh and commanding nature. It dawned on Crystal that she was only happy when obeying someone, normally a man. She knew they should always be obeyed, without hesitation. That lady, she also knew, was an anomaly; girls were naturally submissive and only deviants fought their instincts.

As Crystal’s feminine nature began to permanently settle in, her mind blanked and she stood up and silently began walking out of the room, down the hall, and knocked on the door of another private room. Eyes distant and glassy, she entered the room at the command of a male voice inside and stood at attention, waiting for her next command. No thoughts passed through Crystal’s mind, just blissful nothingness as she waited for the handsome man to command her. She could hear the male’s voice on a cell phone informing someone that Crystal’s trial run had been successful. Crystal had no idea what trial run she had done, but was so glad the man thought it was successful.

The blond’s fighting against the inevitable would soon conclude as Michael finished explaining the process for the men. Answering a few more brief questions, he stood next to them and asked Harmony to step forward. The brunette stared adoringly at him and tilted her head slightly in mindless deference to her superior.

Noticing Crystal’s struggles had slowed down and she now stared vacantly ahead, Michael decided now was the best time to finalize their programming. “Harmony,” he began, pleased as her eyes lit up as he spoke, “I need you to complete these Chattelbots programming so they can be just like you.”

Harmony brightened even more, the incredible contorts of her face shining in the light, “yes, Sir, all girls should be Chattelbots, Sir.”

The gray haired man had to chuckle at her enthusiasm. For a moment he remembered the lost girl who had come to them from witness protection as a test subject. She had surely been given a new identity, truly and completely. “I need you to aim the remote and push that big button in the middle.”

Harmony smiled and took the remote. Aiming it at the girls, she pushed the specified button with one of her long silver acrylic nails. Crystal, Sonia, and Tiffani batted their eyes in unison and stared straight ahead. With their final programming set, any resistance that Crystal had to her new ideals was lost. She watched passively as Mr. Reagan and Sonia left the room together. More memories came back to her. Sonia was Mr. Reagan’s Chattelbot; like Crystal she existed to please men.

Crystal turned to bring her gaze onto her fianc� Andre. She was in love and would devote all of her life to pleasing him. Every girl should be as happy as she was and in their adopted town of Horizon Falls all would be. That made the blond bimbo very happy.

The final night of her trip, Andre and Crystal went out to dinner. They were due to meet up with the Grahams, who were presently running a little late. At the moment Andre was telling her a story about his time working with various governments around the world. He was so smart and sophisticated. The dimwitted bimbo was lost in his words, staring into his deep blue eyes, as he spoke at length in long, articulated, sentences. Her brainwashed mind was slowed to a crawl making her the ideal, smiling, trophy Andre desired.

Crystal smiled and stood up to hug her friend Kimmi as Mr. Graham led her towards their table. “I apologize,” the handsome doctor began, pausing to shake Andre’s hand, “for keeping you waiting, I was discussing a very important decision I had made for my wonderful wife.” He smiled at Kimmi and squeezed her hand tightly. “You can tell them, dear.”

Kimmi smiled and sighed contently. She slowly pulled her hand away from her husband’s and adjusted the necklace which hung down into her cleavage. Before beginning to speak, the pregnant Chattelbot made eye contact with her friend Crystal. “My husband has decided that I am quitting nursing to devote myself to being a good wife and an even better mother.”

Crystal found her hands automatically reaching down to gently touch her stomach, an urge programmed into her days ago at any mention of motherhood. Underneath the table, she began to stroke Andre’s balls blissfully happy as his cock rose. As the men began talking about things that don’t really matter to girls like her, Crystal’s mind drifted and she began to imagine herself as Andre’s idealized wife, mother of his children, and obedient slave. Under her dress, she could feel a damp spot growing between her legs.

In the limo after dinner, Andre is all over Crystal. He pulls away from her embrace momentarily and nervously begins to speak. “I love you, my little angel” His hands fondled the bottom of her enhanced breasts making her purr in orgasmic delight.

Crystal beamed and giggled loudly, leaning forward, cleavage popping out, to kiss him again. “I love you too, Sir.”

The European man played with his property’s bleached blond hair for a moment and then pulled away, Turning towards the tinted window of the limo’s back seat, he stared out at the countryside they were passing as they headed back towards the city where the clinic was located. Slowly, he shock his head wishing he didn’t have to do what was next.

Crystal noticed his distant look and crossed the seat to cuddle up to her Master. “What is wrong, Sir,” she asked while automatically moving a hand to the bulge in his pants.

He turned and pushed her a step away on the seat. Briefly he paused, getting the cover story straight in his wine influenced mind. “I love you so much, you are such a good girl.” He stopped to watch her blink a few times as her programming was again reinforced. “There is one problem, however; I have to go away for a period of time.”

Crystal put a hand up to her mouth and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Your government needs me to handle a very serious mission. It will likely take a few months for me to complete this task, but then we can be together.” Most of that was true, she just didn’t need to know the details.

His slave nodded her head slowly. “I understand, Sir. It is beneath a lady,” another programmed voice began to speak with her mouth, “to question a man, Sir.” She blinked and it became a new truth for her. Andre would never be questioned.

He leaned forward to kiss her again. “Good girl.” From his pocket, he pulled out a small black box. “What I have to say next then is very important.” Ignoring her loud squeal, the dark haired Frenchman got down on one knee in the limo’s backseat. “Crystal, will you marry me?”

Between screams, Crystal breathlessly exclaimed “yes!” and dove into his arms again. After a minute of hugs and affection, Andre watched as her body slowed down and she stopped moving altogether. A second later, the Chattelbot blinked and looked up at him with a wide, dumb, smile on her face. Her eyes were distant and large and she quietly began to speak. “Chattelbot has finished reprogramming, Master.”

Andre smiled and sighed loudly, thrilled that all had gone as he had been told it would. “What is,” he began, recalling the script he needed to speak so her programming could be tested, “your purpose in life?”

Crystal’s head tilted slightly as she smiled at him. She truly loved her Master and would be the best wife possible. “I have only one purpose in life, to please you Master. To be your perfect wife I will be obedient, domestic, and feminine. I will have your children and give you a son to pass on your name. Between shopping, exercise, and social outings I will cook, clean, and pleasure you without hesitation.” She continued to smile like the bimbo she had been brainwashed into waiting for his instruction.

Andre noticed they were slowing up and cursed the timing. Oh well, there were girls at the clinic who could take care of the desire built up in him after he dropped off his fianc�e. Moments later, the glass between the front and back seats rolled down and the driver, a twenty-something former model turned Chattelbot named Abby announced that they had arrived at the airport in a very husky, sexualized voice. Ah, Abby would suffice to fill his needs.

The brunette, dressed in a white turtleneck, leather miniskirt, and high heeled boots swayed to the back door and opened it on Crystal’s side. Confused, Crystal looked to the beautiful ex-model and then back to Andre who put up a hand so he could explain. “You have to go back to America now, my dear.” He paused to wait for a pout, but she just nodded. “As I explained to you, I have some things to take care of, but we will be together soon.”

Crystal continued to nod along. “I will pray every night for your safety, Master. I only live to please.” There was no hesitation or unnerve in her voice. He had to go, he would return; it was all she needed to know to continue pleasing him.

Andre looked beyond her to Abby, who was still waiting mindlessly for instruction at the back door. A quick check of his watch announced that Crystal had to get going. He kissed her and briefly ran a finger over her chin. “In the airport, you will change into the outfit in your luggage. On the plane, you will forget about everything that has happened here until we are reunited. Until then, you will only remember a nice trip to have your surgery and then dancing at the club. Go now.”

Crystal got up, waited by the back door while Abby got her luggage out of the trunk, and walked into the airport without turning back. By not turning around, like a good girl, she did not see Abby enter the back seat, unbutton Andre’s pants when commanded, and suck him off until he came in her mouth. On the plane, memories of her recent days vanished the moment she sat down in her seat. Upon arriving in America, she immediately drove to work to be inspected by her boss. For the next few months she would serve and obey him as needed at any time. Quickly she became one of the most popular girls working at the club.

Crystal was so happy now that she could remember everything which had happened on her trip. One by one, each girl recited their new purposes in life. The future Mrs. Andre Dupr� looked down at the ring on her tanned hand’s finger. Her Master must have slipped it on her while she was in trance. Nothing about this seemed unusual. Across the room, she noticed Tiffani was standing at attention next to her fianc�. Confused, she waited a long moment while Andre brought the redhead over to them and announced that Tiffani would be joining them in their home as the Dupr�’s Chattelbot maid.

Tiffani, still dressed in pink rubber maid uniform, lowered her eyes in submissive deferment to the soon to be Crystal Dupr�. In her mind, a new set of protocols came on line. Crystal hated Tiffani. She slapped the bubble brained redhead and announced that her life would be devoted to pleasing Mr. Dupr� by doing whatever Mrs. Dupr� commands.

“Mr. Dupr� speaks through Mrs. Dupr�’s voice.” Despite the cruel treatment, Tiffani continued to have a look of devotion and feminine obedience in her eyes. Behind her, Crystal noticed Sonia, the future Mrs. John Reagan, leaving with her new Master. At the side door, Harmony led William, whose new wife Chrissie was not finished being programmed, out of the room by the hand.

On their way to Horizon Falls in another limousine, Andre and Crystal cuddled in the back seat. Across from them Tiffani mindlessly sat staring blankly at the leather upholstery. At the welcome sign for Horizon Falls, Crystal rolled the window down a little bit to see their new community. She couldn’t imagine being any happier. In her heart of hearts, a strong desire to see every girl on Earth have the same kind of happiness that she had gained came over her.

She blushed as Andre kissed her hair. Turning away from the passing scenery and towards him she returned the kiss and quietly told him how in love she was. At the house, their limo driver came around and opened the door for the future Mrs. Dupr�. Inhaling deeply, Crystal stood up, looked around briefly, and stepped into her new life.