A Pet Project

It's quiet in the old damp barn we use as home annex laboratory. Most of the girls are chained down, recovering from their day on the operation tables, punishment poles or pleasing my fellow doctors, most likely a combination of all three.

My own testing subject and pet, the girl formerly known as Bianca, has the usual blank expression on her face. The scantly clothed girl just lays there, her black spiky hairs looking dirty and moist but there is a certain happiness about her. Her large, dark eyes give her an innocent look, even though all life seems stripped from them. She occasionally turns in her warm spot in the hay. Apart from the scarring on the back of her partially bald head she still looks like the girl she was when she first came here. Funny how looks can be deceiving...

Bianca used to be such a normal girl. She grew up without complaints in a protected environment. The safe suburbs gave reasonably good childhood and she was ready to enter 'the real world' having finished university amongst the top of her class. What happened next however, no school or parenting could have prepared her for...

The day after her graduation she's walking her dog down one of the sunbathed lanes in her area. Out of nowhere a van with tinted windows pulls up next to her and pulls her inside, removing her from everything she ever knew as safe. She was taken hostage, and a ransom note was send to her parent's address. As far as she knows, the negotiations 'failed'. She'd have been killed if not for some fat gangster who was unable to keep her hands of her - using her, abusing her and passing her around every day for the next five years.

Once the pig got tired of her she was sold and shipped - to us. The traffickers we deal with are the scum of the earth, but at least they train their girls properly. It'd be a lie if I said they are better off here but at least they don't seem to care as much as newgirls, having already accepted their fate a while ago.

I know all this because Bianca told me. She might have been brought here by force, but she stayed by choice. She was actually relieved when I told her the experiments and operations we'd be conducting on her. Altering her memory, erasing part of her and replacing it with new identities, program her brain. She said it'd feel like a vacation, not having those memories. I'm worried about how her co-operation will effect the results, but so far she's mast the most progress of all four mindslaves. Her routines are becoming consistent and her awareness of self starts to fade every day, and yet with every day she seems happier...