The District Nine Slave Adoption Agency
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Robot, DomSub, MaleDom, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Doctor/Nurse, BBW, Body Modification, Big Breasts, Science fiction adult story, sci-fi adult story, science-fiction sex story, sci-fi sex story, science fiction mind control story
Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Brett and Melissa spend a lazy Saturday looking for a new slave to adopt from the slave adoption agency in their district.
Fans of my previous stories may recognize characters from The Pleasure Bunnies, True Love, and Anal Princesses here. I am considering this story an alternative future version of their story universes.
On most days until a few weeks ago, the Sandersons woke up with the same way with one of Mrs. Sanderson, Missi's, holes being filled by her loving husband and master's cock. However, due to Mrs. Sanderson's pregnancy, now eight months along, she had gently, and rather erotically, stroked her husband's cock with her manicured right hand until his cum shot all over her rather busty chest. As Brett's cum sprayed on her, Missi breathed heavily, her DD breasts rather sensitive with the impending birth of their second child. Husband and wife stared into each other's eyes, madly in love and deeply enthralled to each other's bodies and erotic desires.
Mrs. Sanderson cleaned herself up, gently rubbing her swollen belly, and acquiesced to her husband helping her off the bed so they could shower. Downstairs, the sounds of breakfast and a singing two year old girl filled their home. In the shower, Mr. Sanderson, Brett, washed her belly, smiling at the tiny kick of their soon to be born daughter. He was very careful washing her shoulders, stopping when she ran white tipped nails over his arm, which made the hairs on his arms stand up like his cock did at the sight of his full figured, naked, wife, and kissed her forehead, quietly whispering, "I love you," to the curly haired platinum blond who had devoted her life to loving, honoring, and obeying him.
After their shower, master and slave both dressed for a routine based, but casual, Saturday morning and afternoon. Brett tossed on a sweater and dark pants, while Missi dressed in a pink maternity dress that hugged her breeder hips rather snugly. Quietly, as was their routine, Brett shaved and tied his shoes while Mrs. Sanderson applied pink lip-gloss, some light eye shadow, and combed her curly, genetically enhanced, platinum curls.
"Hey, babe," Brett whispered, kissing her head again. "Hey, babe," Missi replied, as was their morning custom, closing her eyes slowly, a dark green shade glinting in the morning light, as her husband gently snapped her family collar around the busty woman's neck. The dark pink collar read "Mrs. Brett Sanderson 0695594," as she was identified to the public sphere. Two small microchip cards shone their purple glow underneath the collar.
Brett took his wife's hand and led his pregnant wife out of the bedroom and towards the stairs. He took a step in front of her, turning to make sure she had a pale hand on the staircase. Missi stepped slowly, taking delicate, feminine, steps down the stairs until at the bottom. Her husband smiled at her and squeezed the slave's hand again as they walked through the living room and into the vibrant and rather loud kitchen. They both smiled as their daughter ran across the room with a pancake in both hands.
Their beautiful daughter Erica held out the pancake to her father, who grinned and nibbled at it, before giving the rest to his wife. Dark haired, as Missi originally had been, Erica was vibrant and excitable, especially about things her dear mother enjoyed like reading and cooking, and thrived in their household.
"This is very good, but," Brett looked over at his wife, "does it have brown sugar in it?" He looked at Missi. "Are pancakes supposed to have brown sugar?" Erica smiled and showed her sugar stained hands to mom and dad. Missi laughed and pointed towards the sink. Her daughter obediently skipped over to the sink and began scrubbing her hands.
Their current replacement doll, virtually will-less slaves who served in homes, both sexually and domestically, a middle-aged woman named Betty, put a dish into the dishwasher and curtsied before her current master. "Master, your plans for today have been uploaded to Betty. How will Betty further obey?" Betty had been a single high school drop out when she came to this district. A natural submissive, she now worked as a brainwashed live in doll, with little will, often serving as a replacement for a previous sold, auctioned, or married off drone. Both Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson greatly enjoyed Betty's work for them, but especially her quick friendship with their daughter. They would make sure to pass her along to someone great.
Brett walked over the doll and touched the Sanderson collar around her neck. "I think Erica will stick to her regular routine today." This would include a play date with her best friend Melissa, the one month older daughter of Missi's best friend Erica. "We will be in the main part of the district for at least most of the morning. I will send you a message if there are any complications."
Betty curtsied and nodded to her current owner. "As you wish. Enjoy your day, master."
In the train, Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson sat down in their private car, one of the special quiet cars reserved for expecting families, and patiently waited the 15 minute trip to the other end of their district. Missi stared out the window, smiling as her unborn child kicked gently. Brett and Missi needed to adopt a new slave because their previous girl, a beautiful middle aged widow named Sarah, had been married off to another widow in their district after a six month courtship. Betty had been their first doll, her service a favor to a friend. Missi was very happy for their former slave, the new Mrs. Collins, who had been so happy before the sudden loss of her husband four years before. The Sandersons, when Mrs. Sanderson got pregnant the first time, happily took her in and kept Sarah during the pregnancy and first few years of their daughter's life.
Of course, eventually Sarah would move on. That was the nature of family slaves. Eventually they are married off, or auctioned, or otherwise sent out on loan. Given that Mrs. Sanderson was going to have their second child in a month, they needed a new, long term, solution. Sure, the doll they had sublet was good for now, but they needed a slave in the house on a more permanent basis. Missi's first pregnancy had been a bit complicated in the aftermath, and while this one had been calm so far, both master and slave were concerned about her well being.
Having a more permanent slave in their home would offer stability and comfort for both mother and child. This was likely to be their second to last child, so they would eventually find the slave a home where they could be the wife of a man. In preparation for this, Missi had nudged her master to purchase a new slave at their district's adoption agency. Brett was clearly in control, Mrs. Sanderson existed for his instruction, but he always took her thoughts and viewpoint into consideration while making a decision knowing that she would always conform to his final decision.
The slave adoption agency they were traveling to was an essential public facility in their district. Each couple was allowed one slave for each child in the home with a fee to be paid if there are no children. However, there was obviously an additional surplus of females. Many families, especially those not as wealthy, put their daughters beyond the first or second into the adoption system so they can be placed with a good family or, even better, courted for marriage by a man for a fee, sometimes rather substantial. These additional females placed into the adoption system need to be adopted because eventually they are "put down," turned into mindless dolls to be auctioned to other districts.
Their district, District Nine, had risen up as America broke up in 2049. Various districts across the country had broken society into various philosophical worlds. Conservative, socialist, religious, and not, broke up into 20 districts. As people flocked to their own sorts, morals also changed. Sexuality became more open and people brought their values to the surface. Advances in technology had cured disease, ended war, and, most importantly to the Sandersons, made the programming of a human an aspect of daily life.
Brett and Missi had come here right after Mrs. Sanderson's 30th birthday. Both had considered themselves pretty progressive people. They believed in equality, but also, within their relationship, a certain hierarchy of dominance and submission. A few election cycles ago, the progressive candidate had defeated a fundamentalist candidate. Celebrations were short lived because the Congress had been split almost 50/50, which meant a lot of negotiating and red tape would be involved.
The brave, grand orator, who had been elected began to cave to his opponents and financial backers almost immediately. Despite the country having just gotten out of a war, he began another war based on pretty shoddy evidence of aggression. As a "compromise" with fundamentalists in the government, various rights for women to privacy and eventually speech were eroded. The final straw had been the murder of a woman who interrupted a speech during the reelection debate campaign.
After the numerous protests of this grievous action, the government came down hard on dissension. The already tense situation was shattered further by a whistle blower, who proved the evidence for war had been doctored. In the unrest that followed, the formerly supposedly United States splintered into various districts across the land, each with a different set of values.
Brett and Missi had been together for a few years when this happened. Early in their relationship, he had begun to dominate her and announced that she would be staying the weekend to begin being trained. The busty, then raven haired, slave acquiesced without a hint of resistance and, in fact, encouraged him to not comprise or relent with her even in those early hours and days.
The first weekend he began to lay down some ground rules which Missi cheerfully and passively accepted. Both of them realized as they lay in bed the first night that they had found their perfect mate. Brett wanted a real time relationship that existed twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, not just in the bedroom or for some mundane kink or game. He was strict and handed out cruel punishment for disobedience. He was also gentle, encouraging and very caring to his property.
Brett also had begun to modify her appearance to his liking. His slave got her nails done each week and adhered to a strict dress and behavior code. With his permission, she cut her work week by one day so she could be home more. Missa was a feminist, a pretty radical one, and Brett shared her views, but they both agreed they would try their best to allow her to be a stay at home wife in the future. She began dying her hair a curly platinum blond that, along with some other minor changes, made her into a big, beautiful, barbie doll.
Missi also had a strong desire for a real time relationship. She scoffed at the hilarious "Masters" she found on Internet sites who played the role of the bad ass Dominant while having no experience or any desire for a relationship that did not allow them to refer to her as a slut or cunt. The slave wanted a real man, who believed as she did and wanted to protect, dominate, and love her for eternity. Given the unpleasant political situation these days, Missi found it important to find a strong man to love and care for her. She longed for strong masculine protection from the more disgusting aspects of the public sphere.
For them, a Master/slave relationship was the only way each truly felt alive. As all of the turmoil in the country happened around them, Brett and Missi quickly, after being tipped off by their friend Chip, Erica's husband and master, traveled to their new district.
This district had a non-religious based belief in more traditional gender roles, where a man ran the home and the wife served him. For some, it was a more general belief; for many, its primary drive came from sex. Citizens of this district respected other people's views whether more sexual or vanilla. In the district, females were brought up from birth to know they existed to please. This was celebrated by the district; there was a decided lack of misogyny and talks of the inferiority of women. They just had a different role than men. This role was no worse or better than any other.
Their district was filled with people of varying philosophical persuasions. The leaders of the district, two brothers, one more traditional and conservative than the other, had decided to check out of the problems of the other districts. They had little to no interest in religion, military conquest, or many of the other problems that hindered the other districts. They wanted to give citizens the chance to live their lives happily with the values they shared with others. Respect and familial agency was extremely important.
The proper treatment of females was also very important. Something Missi really found compelling about this district was the fact that the wives and, after some debate over the first year, the slaves of each family, are actually unionized. An elder woman named Carol had been programmed for only one purpose: Her duty was to make sure that the women of their district were treated in ways that upheld the district's charter values.
Missi never worried about mistreatment, or misuse, and was always eager to please the men of the district. She had turned over everything to Brett. The beautiful busty female was sent for a week to a training center for programming. At the end of the week, the now platinum blond girl and Brett were married in an, at their request, small ceremony. A black collar with the words "Mrs. Brett Sanderson 0685594" was snapped around her neck by Brett. There were two chips inside the collar, one that fed new information to her and generally kept her in line, and another useful for reprogramming by her husband.
Missi quickly accepted her place as Mrs. Sanderson, having been programmed at her own request to take a special pride in her new name. She relished in her role as wife and property. Brett treated her like an angel and her life became even more devoted to his will. Soon enough, she was pregnant and they settled into a very happy domestic life.
The District Nine Slave Adoption Agency was open from around the beginning of the work day to dinnertime. However, the slave known as Ariel had been in a programming tube since around midnight, when a technician and nurse came in to begin processing the girl. The poor girl had been at the adoption agency for three months and no family had even strongly considered picking the pink haired slave. She was pretty, a tall 5' 9" with long pink hair and a sun kissed body with impressive genetically modified breasts.
The girl was eager to please and served in all things, but the agency had a lot of slaves coming in and out, so this happened from time to time. Unfortunately for Ariel though, this meant she would have to be "put down," and sold off as a lovedoll drone to benefit the district's charity initiative.
Doctor and Nurse Bedford, a married couple who had come to the District a few months after the Sandersons, had come in for this sad task in the middle of the night before leaving for a well deserved vacation. Doctor Bedford, a middle aged man with graying hair, and Nurse Bedford, a stunning redhead who fell in love and under the control of her husband while mourning the loss of her first husband during a riot in the time before they came to the district, brought Ariel to the programming tube after trancing her cell mate, who would have to be programmed by the day technicians, and began the process of reprogramming the slave. They had told her, because they felt it right, that they needed to implement some new programming. This wasn't completely a lie, but it wasn't totally true either.
The conditioning session was moving ahead on schedule because Ariel just didn't have a lot of mental resistance. The pink haired slave's arms remained at her sides as she stared straight ahead while sensors, subliminals, and spirals reconfigured her mind.
"You are doing well so far, Ariel," Mrs. Bedford remarked about an hour in. She smiled as the levels on the screen in front of her rapidly spiked in the areas of the girl's brain that coordinated pleasure.
After typing on his own screen for a few moments and then referencing something else on a tablet tilted upward on the desk, Dr. Bedford turned to his wife and instructed her. "Begin flooding the tube for her psychical conditioning."
"Yes, Master," the stunning nurse replied.
The sexy, middle aged, redhead swayed over to the controls, her white latex nurse uniform pressing tightly against her body, pressing purple tipped nails against the buttons to further program the girl. Mrs. Bedford had worked for Dr. Bedford as a nursing assistant. After both lost their spouses, they had fallen in love, with the good doctor uses his contacts to bring her to their new home in this district and have her slowly, over time, so she could be eased into submission, reprogrammed to please him.
The redhead stared ahead through the one way mirror at Dr. Bedford's patient. Her pale, freakled, oft augmented cleavage gently heaved up and down as she quietly watched the girl. She looked over and frowned softly at her master. "I am surprised this slave was not adopted. Ariel is pretty pretty enthusiastic about service." She sighed again, imagining the life of stray slaves. Later, Mrs. Bedford would break down crying in private with her master imagining that sort of life.
Dr. Bedford shock his head, rubbing gently at his graying goatee. "Sometimes a slave just slips through the system." He looked over at his wife. "Sometimes, there are just too many other slaves that also need to be adopted. This one, for example," he paused and touched a screen below him, bringing up a three dimensional read out of Ariel's agency record, "never made it to a gentleman's club or any showcase. Unless an adopter saw her at the agency, she didn't really have a chance."
Mrs. Bedford nodded, understanding. "Does the Doll Service have any specific requests for this one?"
Dr. Bedford toggled up their schematics on another three dimensional portal. "They want the usual breast augmentation to a pair of E's and a total personality wipe. This girl should be a mindless, devoted, lovedoll for whomever it ends up with after sale. The other minutia of their requests are in her file." He watched approvingly as his wife pulled it up on her own screen and began loading the parameters of the soon to be former Ariel.
Ariel thought herself to be a very good girl, but recently she had been very sad. The nice men and girls at the adoption agency had treated her kindly and she had done her very best, but it did not seem to be enough. Despite a few families renting her and all of her cage roommates getting adopted, no one had selected the dutiful girl. Ariel cried at night; the compliant slave wanted to please and serve as she had been raised to do.
Because of her deep, programmed since childhood, need to please, the buxom pink-haired girl was thrilled when Mrs. Bedford came to retrieve her for a brainwashing session. Mrs. Bedford was a nice woman who served Ariel's favorite on site doctor, Dr. Bedford. She loved the latex uniforms the red haired nurse wore, even going as far as scheming with the man's wife so both were wearing them during one of her appointments. Both slaves pleasured the doctor during lunch, letting him fuck them senseless.
After a few button pushes, A gentle blue spray began soaking Ariel in her clear silver tube. After a few minutes passed, the already busty and augmented slave's breasts slowly enlarged another cup or so, which Ariel passively watched, happy to have breasts as big as would please a man. Previously, her skin had been permanently retouched to a slightly darker, sun kissed, tone, and her eyelids permanently made more smoky and alluring.
At the controls, Doctor Bedford whispered something to his wife, who obediently tapped a button and then swiped at the three dimensional screen that popped up. Inside the tube, Ariel began to hear a soft sonata play in the tube. She almost immediately feel even deeper into trance and new programming was flushed into her passive mind. my breasts are very important. the bigger they are, the less I have to worry about anything else ... My body is for the pleasure of men ... the bigger my breasts, the more I can just give pleasure ... giving pleasure is more important than anything else... Ariel's green eyes, bright and incredibly sexy, were wide open as she began the process towards becoming a more mindless automaton.
Mrs. Bedford watched a monitor for a moment before, satisfied that Ariel was being satisfactorily conditioned, turning to her master. "Master, the slave has begun her reprogramming process." The nurse had already begun to think of Ariel as a mindless lovedoll.
Dr. Bedford looked up at his wife as he finished typing in some of the soon to be former Ariel's readings into his report. The doll would be in processing for awhile, so he figured it was time for a little fun. Turning in his chair, he put a hand on Mrs. Bedford's back, tracing a finger through her dark red hair. His cock began to rise as she froze in place, then finished typing a sentence, and spun around to face him, a large smile on her face.
Mrs. Bedford placed a hand over her master's hand and squeezed tightly, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Both master and slave stood up and, grabbing her by the "Bedford" collar around her neck, Dr. Bedford pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth. Two fingers attached to the front of the collar, the back doesn't move much, he led her to a side room where a small bedroom was furnished for overnight sessions like this one.
At the door, the couple held onto each other tightly before Mrs. Bedford led her master to the bed and threw herself onto him. Her latex uniform was only held together in the front by two buttons, so she snapped them off quickly, breasts bouncing up and down as she violently threw her uniform onto the floor. The red haired nurse slid a pink tipped finger into her panties as they feel to the floor. She slipped off her white pumps and tossed them against the wall. Mrs. Bedford crawled, bubble butt hanging in air, towards her master and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Dr. Bedford's already hard cock popped out of his pants and she took the head of it in her mouth and started violently sucking on it until he was rock hard.
Mrs. Bedford impaled herself on Dr. Bedford's cock and the couple fucked loudly until both master and, as programmed to only cum when her husband did, slave both orgasmed in unison. The couple dressed as Ariel's programming pod beeped to announce its conclusion.