Chapter 20

When everyone returned Emma began with, “As Sarah’s Clan knows, I was elated to be selected to attend Joint Forces Diplomatic Aide Training (JFDAT). My class consisted of 60 officers, and was about evenly divided between men and women. I found the coursework easy and pretty straightforward as much of the content was touched upon in other training. However, this time the topics were covered in significantly greater depth. In every case they focused on the political and diplomatic aspects of the topic. As an aide, virtually all aspects of our duties would be politically and diplomatically sensitive. This included our personal lives to some extent. The official coursework and topics were outstanding and I believe I learned a lot.

“However there was an aspect of the school that I didn’t learn about until near the end of the course. It was about five weeks ago that I realized the nefarious purpose of the ‘special program’ I had been enrolled in. As best as we can tell, my preparation for the special program started the day I arrived at the school. In looking back it was during my second week there, but the first week of classes, when I realized that I was always aroused. At times I was really horny!” Calvin snickered, causing Emma to stick her tongue out at him, which lead to everyone laughing. “During these episodes, my nipples were hard and achy. My clit was swollen and very sensitive. My pussy was wet enough that my panties were almost wet enough to leave a spot on my skirt. At times I could smell my arousal, which made me a little self-conscious. Every night I had an intense, full-blown, erotic dream. These were real enough that I know I had an orgasm at least once a night, and usually more than once. My vibrator got a work out, but even so my relief didn’t last long, and neither did the batteries.” Calvin grinned, and several others chuckled. “Yes, Calvin knows I like the intimate aspect of relationships, in fact, we have physically shared our love from time to time.” Calvin blushed, as Emma stuck her tongue out at him.

“I know now that my elevated arousal was due to drugs I was given, and subliminal messages that were played while I slept. My active involvement began at a Friday social. From the social I went with a man I met there to what I initially thought was his room. Actually it turned out to be the training room where I would learn to be a courtesan or escort.” She then told of the different experiences she had in the room.

“At no time during the sixteen weeks, did I ever object or question anything. I willingly and enthusiastically participated in everything when I had the choice. I never got tired of going to the training room four nights a week for two hours, or spending Friday night through Sunday morning there. All of this never interfered with the daily classes. Before lunch and after the last class I had to meet with an instructor to receive my punishment for the demerits I received. These were generally for deviating from the behavior they expected from me, such as not sitting on my skirt. Each demerit resulted in a stroke across my bare ass with a strap while I was bent over holding my ankles.

“It was the day after an intense session in the training room where I was the toy to play with and abuse that I began to question why. It began during a meeting with a female instructor who I met with several times. She advised me that the night before was my final exam and I had successfully completed it. Besides telling me of some other things I needed to do after graduation it seemed like she was giving me a pep talk. Based on the videos I had seen, I knew that my activities in my room and the training room had been recorded. It was clear to me now that this was more than a training effort to turn me into a skilled courtesan. That night gave me the impression that their real intent was to condition me so that I accepted being a slut when the situation required it. Why? When she finished talking, I told her I was sure I would serve my country with distinction and honor. This caused her to smile. As we started to get dressed, the first thing I did was to remove the four large textured balls from their case and slide them between my labia one at a time, leaving their chain just visible below my labia. For me this was now a natural reaction, as I had carried them in me every day since she had given them to me some ten weeks earlier. It was then I realized that I now felt empty without them rolling around inside of me. From her expression seeing me doing that she was fascinated. Anyway, after we finished dressing, I went back to my room.

“In my room, I undressed and lay down on my bed. I thought back over the things I had done and what had happened since arriving there. The only reason I could see for much of it was to make me desirable to local men wherever I was going. Why? It was then that I remembered the comments I heard the night my jewelry was added. The addition of rings to my labia, clit, clit hood, navel and breast were to make me more desirable to men. If this was true then it seemed like I was being prepared to work in a brothel or similar environment. However, the woman had said several times that I would be working as an aide in an embassy. Was I to use my body to bribe the locals for information? I didn’t want to believe it, but that was the only way their comments, the jewelry, or the scope of sexual training, made any sense. Even so, with the physical changes to my crotch, and increased arousal, how could I return to a normal life? This led to the thought that maybe I wasn’t supposed to return. That thought added to my growing anxiety. What about the jewelry? Why would they fit me for a nose ring? I knew I couldn’t wear a nose ring while on duty. The thought of never returning surfaced again.

“Each of the comments that I had heard since being at the school began floating back, especially those by the instructors in the special program. I soon realized this was the first time I had fully considered the implications of what I was doing. With this came the realization that I had been on autopilot since the beginning. But, why? Why did I accept the training so readily? Why did I never feel humiliated or embarrassed? In virtually every incident, my lust was satiated and I felt very good. But my willingness to indulge in some of the activities puzzled me. My response to intense pain surprised me. I had read that it could lead to arousal and then an extremely intense orgasm, but I had always discounted the stories. It took me a while before another disturbing question presented itself. Why were my thoughts of the recent events clear now? What had changed?

“To answer this question I began looking back at the activities again, and concluded that I was being used, or worse. Again, but why? I wondered if the other women they talked about were trained the same way I was. I had seen others in my class dressed like I was. It wasn’t really that much different to the majority, but if you knew what to look for it was obvious. We were the only ones to always make sure we were not sitting on our skirts, which is not a normal way of sitting. It seemed like whoever was behind this wanted women in this role to have strong intellectual ability while at the same time perform naturally as sex-obsessed sluts with submissive tendencies.

“It wasn’t long until I drifted off to sleep, with my thoughts still in chaos. This time, I dreamed of Rusty and Sarah and it seemed like I was visiting them. In spite of the admonition, I told them about my training for the special program and my concerns. When I woke, I was surprised to find Briana and Charlotte sitting on my bed caressing me. After we hugged, they told me that they would stay with me for the next several days.

“The first thing Briana and Charlotte offered to do was to assist me in enabling my telepathy, then they showed me how to manage it. We talked about the implications and advantages of telepathy for some time before they began to assist me. I have to admit that I had some apprehension about enabling it. Both assured me that it was my choice as to whether I used it or not.

“While I was sleeping they had an autodoc examine me and it found a high level of behavioral drugs. The level had been higher but was declining. One possibility was that those involved in this had begun reducing them since they thought my training was complete, and that I was fully conditioned. However, the autodoc said that that my body was adapting to the drugs thus reducing their effectiveness. After completing the exam, the autodoc gave me an antidote to them so by the time I woke, the drug residue was ready to be pissed down the drain. Briana assured me that the drugs would have no effect if given to me again. With my mental abilities enabled, I would now sense any new drugs entering my body. Briana and Charlotte were of the opinion that I had already been using some aspects of my abilities.

“With my telepathy enabled and the drugs neutralized, we sifted through my memories of events since I arrived at the school. We did this because Briana and Charlotte wanted to see my memories first hand, as they felt this would avoid overlooking any relevant information. After this, we developed a plan to thwart the scheme to turn trainees into sluts. Our first step was to determine who was behind it and what their motives were. The intelligence types would want the information that could only be gained by a woman, or possibly a man, interacting intimately with the source. The part we didn’t understand was why they wanted it to appear that the women were willing to accept serving their country as skilled courtesans.

“Together, using our telepathy, we learned that I had begun receiving a combination of drugs as soon as I arrived at the school. The drugs made it easier for them to accentuate my sexual appetite so that I became an enthusiastic courtesan. Each night, while I slept, subliminal messages were played in my room. These messages, in conjunction with the drugs, were what initially caused my constant elevated arousal. The messages also triggered my erotic dreams. The drug cocktail shifted shortly before the nightly training sessions began. The drugs and the nightly sex training sessions were orchestrated so that I would accept the conditioning, and never question the change.

“They knew, from previous experience, that once a ‘special aide’ was on assignment, she would perform as circumstances dictated. Besides being so easily aroused, she would feel comfortable and confident in her role as her pleasure needs would override any remaining doubts. We learnt that the few that didn’t perform well simply disappeared from their assignment. It was determined later that they were given to a local power broker, with instructions that they not be seen again in public.

“It took us almost a week to sort out all the pieces. During this time, I appeared to continued with my classes and other activities as if nothing had changed. This was greatly assisted by Briana and several of her clan providing telepathic suggestions to some instructors. Anyway, after we dealt with those behind this, we searched for the aides that were currently on assignment. Unfortunately, there were some that we couldn’t locate.

“Briana and Charlotte assisted me in evaluating each situation. In every case where an aide was essentially enslaved, we relocated them. Many of those to whom the aide was assigned to, or given to, had an accident. The aides we found were taken to Comrie where they are recovering.

“This perverted idea to gain intelligence information by using diplomatic aides as courtesans had originated in one of the espionage groups. Not surprisingly, it was dismissed as being both unworkable and a political time bomb. This was primarily because it would put women in a very vulnerable position in a foreign country. This would most likely lead to their being enslaved with minimal opportunity to escape or be rescued. The idea never officially progressed past the suggestion stage.

“However, stupid ideas sometimes don’t die. There was a small group who liked the idea and was in a position to implement it. A few in the group were aware of the conditioning techniques necessary to create an obsessive slut who could fill the position of aide. The program began about three years ago. Needless to say, those implementing the program were the first ones to be assigned one of these new aides.

“I was chosen because three of the core group planned to use me to get back at Calvin. Once my training was complete, I would be assigned to an embassy in an Eastern European country; a country where women are still considered property. After I was in country for a month or so, I would simply disappear. Rumors would be circulated that I had been seen in a remote area in the company of a local tribal leader. The twerps were certain that when Calvin heard this he would try to find me. Once he was in the country, the plan was for one of the local groups to capture him. From there, both of us would be sent to a place similar to the one in Fuda, Africa, where we would be dungeon toys. Why? Revenge. These three had extensive connections with the old Fudan government. They had brokered placing quite a few women from the Fuda operation with westerners. They blamed Calvin for the downfall of the government, which had crimped both their supply and income.

“We alerted the Navy as to what was going on at JFDAT. It took a little bit of convincing, probably because of the way we approached them. Once they had checked a few details they proceeded to act. However, before the main culprits could be charged, they all disappeared.” Calvin started to speak, but Emma shook her head at him. “The Navy was extremely upset and began investigating other aspects of these individuals’ activities. Those investigations should keep the tabloids busy for some time. The main culprits were surprised when they woke up about three weeks ago naked, at a remote African oasis. They had neither clothes nor identification and only a little food. This oasis happens to be near Fuda and is one frequented by slave traders. We thought about placing them deep in the Amazon forest, but they seemed to like Africa. Now they are experiencing Africa from a new perspective. They were at the oasis several days before the slavers found them. The slavers listened to their requests for help, before providing them with a new identity consistent with that of a slave. The other instructors who participated in the special training are in the brig. Last I heard they were having a pretty rough time of it.

“The Navy let all of us in my class resign our commissions without penalty. We could have asked for, and gotten, more. The slut conditioning the others received was much milder than mine. Even so, they were all well on their way to becoming obsessed with sex and very comfortable with that role. None of the others in my class were enthused about leaving service, but decided it was best because the knowledge of what had been done to them changed their perception of serving and trust. After being released they weren’t sure what to do or where to go. I told them that I was going to live with friends who lived a long way away while I sorted my future out. My comment led to some envious looks. Seeing them, Briana suggested visiting Comrie while they sorted out their feelings and regained their perspective. Briana assured them that if they decided to come to the island they could leave at any time. I told them that while I hadn’t been there, I heard it was very nice. Cass mentioned that there were other women on the island who had experiences similar to ours. All my classmates accepted and are now at Comrie, along with the aides we rescued.”

“I am puzzled as to why the main culprits were placed at an African oasis?” questioned Calvin.

“It is almost certain that they suffered much more there than they ever would have in England, and it avoids giving good people in the Navy a black eye. It also avoids the potential of exposing some aides who are still on a risky assignment. If this became public, then all the aides would be in danger, whether they were part of this program or not. We only rescued the aides that were essentially captives. There are others who are filling their traditional role. They are being monitored with an eye toward helping them disappear if it becomes necessary.”

“What am I missing here?”

“Those at the oasis have disappeared into the world of white slaves in Africa. No one will listen to them. They have no identification, except what the slavers gave them. If they get away from their future owner, their only alternative is to forage off the land. If found roaming free with the slave mark, they will be punished. The punishment is normally a brutal whipping and is usually done publicly. A drone monitored them until they were picked up by slavers.”

“So just what did the slavers give them for identification?”

“They removed both little fingers. Later, two of the men also lost their right hands because they tried to escape.”

“You mentioned that they were giving you behavioral drugs,” said Calvin. “What is the after-effect? What about the injections?”

“You can see the results of the injections. My areolae are very puffy and my nipples are quite noticeable. My labia minora are now clearly visible below my labia majora. See,” said Emma, as she spread her legs so her labia were more visible.

“Is that a small chain hanging below your labia?” asked Calvin.

“Yes. Remember the four textured balls I mentioned earlier. I like the feeling they give me when I move.” Emma then bent over at her hips, which changed the shape of her nipples now that they were hanging down. “See the difference in the shape of my breasts.”

“Yes. I know you didn’t ask for it,” said Calvin, as he reached over to stroke her dangling breasts, “but I like the way you look. You are certainly more enticing. The body jewelry adds to your beauty.”

Emma pulled his hands up to cup her breasts, and said, “I agree, and so do my friends. We don’t know the long term effects of the drugs, but it doesn’t matter, as I’ve decided to join the Órarduine. My species conversion will begin just as soon as Dóchas’ exercise is over. Right now, Keriann needs help in Flight Operations Center. Once my conversion is complete, I am going to try flying. In any case, I will continue working in Flight Operations with Keriann.”

“I was thinking about staying as well, but hesitated because I didn’t want to leave you behind.”

“Calvin, I really don’t think Kathryn’s group wants you to consider leaving here.” She paused for a moment, then smiled, adding, “Clancy, has Jasmine’s group asked you to stay with them, yet?”

“No, we have hardly spoken. Most of the evening has been spent listening to horrible stories from beautiful women. They seem like nice people, but I am not sure if I am going to stay. I only came with Calvin for a vacation. This is a whole different way of life.”

“Clancy,” said Jasmine, with a smile, “you are welcome to stay with us. That way, you would have the opportunity to learn more about what life is like in our culture.” Emma could barely contain her smile.

“We’ll see,” replied Clancy, as he wondered why the hair on his neck was twitching. He didn’t sense any threat.

“Emma, where are you staying?” asked Calvin.

“I have moved in with Keriann’s Clan. I met them when I first arrived here, and it was a most extraordinary event. The best way I can express it is that, when we met, I just felt like I had found a home. You know I have never found it easy to make friends, even with other women. Once you activate your telepathy, we can easily share what I felt.”

“Are you saying I’m telepathic?”

“Yep. Both you and Clancy are telepathic. It is just not fully active. Didn’t you use it when you worked with the Órarduine Security Teams in Fuda?”

“Well kind of, they just directed us by sending us thoughts.”

“You were using it passively then. They monitored your thoughts, and sent you instructions, as needed. Once you are active, you can initiate the exchange.”

“Who do I see to get it activated?”

“Calvin, I can do it,” replied Kathy. “How about we show you where our suite is?”