Chapter 26

The next morning I dressed again, and Marty took me to a special hospital that had been set up to deal with us students. I kissed him a loving goodbye before the orderlies took me to my room. It wasn’t hard to tell that this was a psychiatric hospital, and I understood it. The disturbing thing was being placed in a suicide proof room. I knew why, of course, they didn’t have any idea what self destructive programming had been imbedded in us in case of capture. It didn’t really help my mood any, not only was Marty kept from seeing me while I went under treatment, but I might very well off myself before I could be cured.

The suicide concern was quickly overshadowed by the deprogramming process. In my lucid moments I recounted the numerous methods they tried to free me from my programming. At first they tried simple methods, hypnosis and mild drugs along with therapy. I didn’t make much progress though, and the other older students faired even worse than I did. The new students fair much better, and most were let go except for the unfortunate few that had apparently been the highly suggestible type.

The next round of deprogramming was even worse for me. Sleep depravation and harsher drugs were combined with other severe methods. I wasn’t even lucid for most of it. When they finally let me drift back to reality they all showed obvious concern. I was something of a best case, even though I hadn’t really changed. I had been basically in control of myself except for the most deeply ingrained portions of my programming. After my second round of treatment, some of the staff even suggested that it wasn’t entirely programming, that my love for Marty was genuine and that my programming had simply sparked off a natural nymphomania in me. I wasn’t too sure about any of those theories, and neither were most of the staff, but I hadn’t improved from the treatment.

The reason why that was so odd was that the second round of treatment had broken nearly all of the students out of their conditioning. There were still some side effects, but they’d been chalked up to the whole process of being turned into sex slaves and then back again. Most of the guys and gals had elevated sex drives and less modesty. The other behavior modifications had fallen away and they were themselves again. Even Kylie was back to normal, though I heard that she’d taken up a sincere streak of shyness after being deprogrammed.

My treatments continued on for several more months. I couldn’t really remember much of it, given that I was often drugged or dazed as they tried to work my mind free. Some weeks later I found myself drifting back to normal, and after a day or so of basically being free of treatment I was dressed up in a modest hospital gown and met my parents and Marty in my chief doctors office.

I hadn’t seen my parents since that fateful move in day at school and we just hugged each other for a long time. I could see the worried look in both their eyes, and I even caught a look of sympathy from my mother when she looked down at the new bust I was proudly pushing out. I hadn’t even remembered how odd they were until I saw that look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry to have to say this, but there isn’t anything more that we can do for you, Ana, without risking serious injury. We do have some treatments available, but I wouldn’t risk them without your consent.” The doctor explained after my family greetings were over.

I was already well aware of how well my treatments had worked, or rather hadn’t. I could already feel my pussy getting warm just sitting beside Marty, and it didn’t even bother me that I knew my parents could smell my aroused musk. I knew it would have bothered the old me. Even the fact that I was lewdly pressing my thinly covered body against Marty openly would have bothered me before, but I was too happy with his presence to even consider pulling myself away.