Naked Excellence ***Content Warning***

Posted on Sun Jun 27th, 2021 @ 6:21am by Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Lieutenant Commander Malakai Starr [Taylor]

Mission: Darkness Rising - A Phoenix Lalor Sub Plot
Location: Slave Torture Room
Timeline: MD-11 0700 Hrs
1257 words - 2.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Flossi was busy for several hours. She almost had a brunette completely broken She was using both the dildo and the tiara similtaneously. The slavemistress walked over to the Brunette and began to use her hands to work her breasts. She was close. Finally she walked to a kit and opened it. Pulling out the shaver and returning to the Brunette. Flossi was busy shaving her when Bishop entered. "Hello Master."

"Hello Flossie." Bishop said pleasantly to his slave. He saw the shaver in her hand and grinned. "Hard at work I see. Don't let me interrupt you Flossie." As he stood back to watch the show.

The Brunette climaxed several times before finally Flossie noticed she was ready. "Your name is Melanie..."

"My name is Melanie."

"You are a Sex Slave, your past doesn't matter. It's gone now."

"My past doesn't matter. It's gone now." Flossie released Melanie. "Return to your shackles, but before you do, strap on your dildo.

"Yes. Slavemistress." Melanie strapped on the dildo and returned to her shakcles, putting her gag on herself.

"Next please." Flossie asked.

"That is excellent work Flossie, truly excellent. How many slaves have you broken today?"

"Four. Six remain." Flossi noted as she handed him a PADD. "Melanie, Vicki, Tina, and Teri. All of them willing Sex Slaves."

The Gorn Guard brought in a struggling Red head. "Interesting. A red. Rare." Flossi noted. "And Risian, This should be easy considering their predisposition towards sex."

"Lets me see what you can do with her Flossie. She looks determined to resist her training to turn her into a sex slave." Bishop pointed.

"They all resist." Flossi noted. "Why don't they everr accept reality and move on?" She picked up the serum. "Remember this, Master. Effective stuff. Made me. But I've adapted it for maximum effect on different species. Blue for Human, Red for Vulcan, Green for Betazoid, Purpole for Bajoran. Yellow for Romulan, and Pink for Klingon. Risians are Sea Green." Flossi picked up an injector and injected the innoculation into the Risa. She then picked up some scissors and began cutting the Risians's clothes off. "Nice figure... Oh needs Breast Enhancements."

"Once Red here is broken we can give her the breast enhancements she needs. Her new owners will insist upon it." Bishop noted as he waited for the drug to kick in an make the woman more complacent.

"We'll start her with the basics." Flossie installed a vibrator on her when she got every scrap of clothing off and she then took the clothes to disintegrate them.

Bishop was quite frankly amazed at how completely Flossie had accepted and adapted to her slave training. She really was extraordinary. If only her companion would be as accepting but Blondie was being exceptionally difficult in accepting her slave training. She was nude and bound like Flossie and on occasion was gaged but she was not collared and Bishop believed that was a large part of why she is resisted so much. She fought at every opportunity.

The Red headed Risan began screaming in constant euphoria as Flossie unleashed her magic on her. "I create enough slaves. I'll be sold for a a lot of credits. How much dose a Slave Mistress go for?"

Bishop was surprised by the question but then this was Flossie so he shouldn't be/ She was proving to be an exceptional slave. "Flossie, I believe we could name our price with you." He replied honestly.

"Good. I've reached the peak of my servitude... The finest sex slave ever known... But I must remind myself. I am a slave... not a master... a slave.." She noted. as she walked over to a nearby painstick. "I need to remember this... Or my mind will delude itself with ideas of freedom... Master... Make sure I'm fully disciplined each day. That way I knwo what I am." She handed Bishop the painstick and walked to the table. Shackling herself. "Remind me of what I am." She smiled at the red head as her conditioning continued.

Bishop took the painstick and walked to the table where Flossie lay waiting. He set the stick to it's lowest setting and as he touched her ribs, said. "You are a slave."

"Ahhh!!! Yes... I am a slave... Make me scream.. Keep me submissive." She was now self-disciplining. A valuable trait for the ultimate slave.

Bishop touched the sole of her foot. "You are a slave!" He repeated as he touched it again.

"Yes.. ill behave master. I won't disobey. More pain. What am I master? I'm not allowed to have clothes. Better yet. Sex Slaves shouldn't get pregnant. We don't marry, we're not family, were property. If we reproduced, we couldn't focus on sex."


Bishop turned the setting up a notch. "You are a slave! You are not allowed clothes. If you have child it will be raised a slave like you!" He touched the painstick to her stomach.

Flossi screamed and gasped. "I am a Sex Slave, a whore. I am property. I live for my masters pleasure. Ahh... Bishop. Do it all over again. I've been speaking too much. Gag me and discipline me. Am I a Starfleet officer anymore. Or am i a sex slave."

Bishop picked up the ballgag and waked back to Flossie. "Open your mouth Flossie. No more talking." As he placed the gag in her mouth and pulled the straps tight before buckling in securely. "I'm afraid there is still a trace of a Starfleet officer still within you. We must exorcise it from you."

Flossi began screaming in pain. She moaned every single time. Giving in even more. She maintained her sexy posture.

"Yes Flossie, scream for me, become the slave you are meant to be." Bishop said to her even as he touched the painstick to her nipple and watched her buck and jerk in her binds.

"Yes master." Her voice had become even more honeyed and submissive. Completely loyal. "Yes master, Enter your slave if you desire."

"In due time Flossie. I must make sure you are completely free of your former self and your loyalty insured." Bishop told his slave.

"I am now completely and utterly Flossie. I don't have a single thought of her in my mind. She's completely gone, Master. I ask for the highest setting, One last time to make sure I'm completely free of her." Flossie closed her eyes.

Bishop sighed silently, as Flossie spoke through her gag, her voice muffled but still understandable if you listened . He turned the painstick settings up but not quite to their highest setting. He couldn't do that to his masterpiece. He had put too much time into creating, molding her. He placed the painstick again on a bare nipple and watched Flossie closely for any signs of her former persona Starfleet.

Flossie screamed and arched violently. Thrashing as the last of her old life was seared away in perfect pain. Sealing Arrianna way completely. What was left was undeniably. Completely Utterly Flossie. Bishop had done it. Flossie was a masterpiece the Orions could not create, and nothing like her would ever be made again. And when she was sold, he had to let go. That was even more difficult. Could Bishop truly let go of Flossi. And Artist adored his creations.

"It is done master. I am complete... Flossi, unhindered. Tank you, Bishop, my master and tamer."

Bishop smiled down at her. Her transformation was complete. She was Flossie, no longer a Starfleet Officer but a first class slave.

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