Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
As an additional warning, while there is rape in the story, most of it will be off screen. Just wanted to point it out not to create wrong expectations.
The Snow Globe
December 15th
“So Mrs Winter, I think this deals with most of the preliminaries.” The man that had introduced himself as Harold W. Smith, Winter had almost started laughing at the ridiculously obvious alias, sat back in the visitors chair. Another ridiculous fact about this whole affair, a meeting that by all means ought to be clandestine was conducted here in her office, Smith had made an appointment and all.
The CEO of SnowStar LLC replied cautiously “And you think it actually can be done?”
“I don’t think so, I know that it can, allowing for sufficient time.” There was no smugness in his features, just a man stating the facts.
“How long would you need?”
“Depending on the degree of conditioning you want 2 weeks to 2 months. The longer we can work in peace, the more complete the process can be. I assume we won’t have 2 months, having Miss Snow disappear for that long would cause a stir.”
“Actually that might be easier than you think. Every year right after Christmas, our dear Victoria is hiding out for most of the winter in her log cabin, in the mountains. No phone service, no TV no staff nothing. It’s a pain in the ass, for everybody who has to work with her, but from boxing day till February 15th she is entirely incommunicado. Nobody knows what she is doing up her mountain all the time by herself. She must bring plenty of batteries for a vibrator, because she is always returning fresh and energized.”
“That sounds almost to good to be true, I still don’t fully grasp on what you want with her, from all I know you are controlling the business of SnowStar rather brilliantly, and have done so for the last 5 years of consecutive profit records. So why do you want to hire me?”
“Because she owns 65% of the stock, meaning she can throw her weight around however she pleases even terminate my contract. I want to own her, I want her to be happy to kiss my boots, I want to own Veronica Snow in body and mind. Only then my position will be truly secure.” Tatiana Winter was an attractive woman in her late forties, but during the last words her mouth had taken a cruel shape, and her smile never had reached her eyes anyhow.
“That will be sufficient time for me to work, please be aware that my method isn’t a brainwashing in the traditional sense but a breaking of personality and later imprinting new thoughts on the patient. As I understand you want to be the center of her universe, that means I will need some assistance from you personally, as you will have to be present for the imprint to work. Do you think you can make yourself available for two or three days at the end of January?”
“For this I can.”
“Thank you, I will send you travel arrangements.” Smith stood up and left the office.
Her secretary, buzzed her on the intercom “Mrs Winter, Miss Snow called and asked if you had some time of discussing the new employment guidelines you had proposed. She didn’t sound very happy and said she would like to do this before leaving for Christmas.”
Winter was seething with anger thinking “That bitch, cutting paid sick time, would save the company 4 million dollars every year.” but aloud she replied “Thank you George, can you please put me through to her, I would hate to spoil dear Victoria’s Fun for the Winter.”
January 30th
Winter didn’t dare to believe what her eyes showed her. The center of the large laboratory she stood in was occupied by a large glass sphere about 4 meters in diameter. filled with a slightly murky liquid. within the center of the bowl a naked shape floated right in the center of it. The face was covered by a rubber mask, with an attached hose were the mouth would be. At the back of the head long blonde tresses were floating lazily in the liquid. the thick blonde nest of hairs between her legs proved blonde to be the natural hair color anyhow. A thin hose led to a needle in one arm. But Winter’s eyes continued to return to a set of marvelous breasts entirely freed of the influence of gravity. How the hell was this possible.
“Salt water.” a voice said behind her
She whirled around and saw Smith standing behind her.
“You were wondering how we achieve this state of floating suspension. The salinity of the water is precisely calculated to keep the patients body perfectly in trim, no sinking or rising at all.”
“But why?” Winter asked
“To achieve full sensory deprivation. As you can see, the mask is covering her face, taking away her sense of sight. nostrils are plugged with guttapercha and the ears with special plugs, eliminating hearing and smell, what little there would be within mask and underwater. The water itself is heated to her exact body temperature, and her buoyant state prevents her from even perceiving gravity.”
“How long has she been in there?”
“For almost four weeks she has been in there, fed via infusion.”
“She has been in there for a month? How about her bodily functions?”
“She is receiving all the nutrients in liquid form, and the water is replaced slowly so that isn’t much of a problem. Of course female patients offer a further complication, not know to men. Cramps during her period, would interfere with the sensory deprivation method. So we stopped her from having a period.”
“For how long?”
“If nothing changes the next 9 months.” Smith smiled
“You knocked her up? Artificial fertilization?” Winter was morbidly fascinated.
“That would have been an option, but our went the traditional route. By general opinion a rich cunt fucks as nicely as any other. We can of course do an abortion later.”
Tatiana looked at the holier than thou Victoria Snow, knocked up with a rape baby. “Lovely, any chance of the baby being black?”
“We are an equal opportunity employer, so there is a chance but no guarantee. So I take it you want her to carry the child to maturity?”
“Oh yes most certainly, wouldn’t want to spoil all the good work you did. So why did you actually need me to come here?”
"The process is now entering it’s final stage, most of her will has been erased, and her mind is now opened to suggestive impulses. With you being here we can already begin by imprinting your voice as control.
“How is that going to work” Winter inquired
“It’s quite simple, after she has been deprived of any sensory input or social contact for the last 650 hours, her mind and brain is hungering for any kind of input. It will soak up whatever we provide like a sponge. And within reason we can achieve a shift in behavior. Certainly to the degree you specified.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to jump into that bowl of yours, I didn’t bring a swim suit. I also still don;t understand why I needed to come in person”
“Nothing that crude Mrs Winter. You might recall that I mentioned. As till right now they were preventing any sound reaching the patient, the loudest noise she has heard for quite some time was her blood rushing through her body. But they do contain speakers, with which the message will be relayed. As for your presence here, the reconditioning process, it’s not brain washing in the psychological sense, is a fairly subtle method. We could of course play an endless loop, telling her what is expected of her. But your wishes were rather specific, and we believe the treatment will be more effective if the instructions are combined with your voice. Imprinting the further need of the patient to listen to exactly that voice.”
“I don’t want her to listen, I want her to obey.” Winter snarled
“Believe me she will, your voice will be the next thing to the voice of god for her. If you would please step over here to this recording booth. We have prepared a script and would ask you to stick to it exactly. Just one last question, do you wish to make further changes to her personality?”
“I always thought Victoria is a far to grandiose name for her, let’s make sure she will react to Vicky in the future.” Winter smiled, recalling how much the young woman always had hated that diminutive form.
The next 2 hours felt almost like grueling work to Winter ever since she started to say “Hello Vicky, this is Tatiana Winter you belong to me …”. There was a long script, providing a constant stream of statements emphasizing her meaningless state and Winter’s superiority. She had to rerecord many parts, as the technician noted either to much forcefulness or not enough in the way Winter delivered the lines. Once they were done, the whole playback loop was 30 minutes, in a friendly soothing tone, and comments that cut like knives.
Winter stood at the sphere, or the snow globe as somebody had called it jokingly considering whom it contained. She saw the young body getting rigid, when the playback started. Nothing else changed and after Smith told her this would be repeated for the rest of the night, she accepted his invitation for dinner.
Over two excellent steaks they talked about the process and the next steps.
“We will take her out of the tank tomorrow morning.” Smith told Winter
“How exciting, may I be present at that?” Winter was clearly eager to proceed.
“Yes of course, but you might want to watch from the control room. After such a long time in the tank, patients are not in the best shape.”
“How so?”
“Bodily functions continue, and she won’t have seen soap in a while, also the water doesn’t replenish very quickly. Let’s say most patients stink a lot. Having them cleaned up is a delicate process, as every sensation after coming out of the tank is amplified to their brains a hundredfold. A careless touch can be agonizing, the water being to hot or cold cause severe discomfort.”
Smith had delivered the information in a flat professional tone, and was surprised by the mischievous spark in Winter’s eyes.
“Is that the case?”
“Oh yes absolutely. You seem to have something in mind.”
“Those volunteers you had for stopping her cycle, are there any still around?”
Smith blushed a bit but nodded
“Excellent, perhaps you can find one or two that would care to sample the other orifices as well, after all they already had her cunt. I want her first taste to be a cock after it had fucked her ass. Then you can still give her the hot shower before bringing her to me.”
“That will be very hard on the young lady.” Smith seemed to interject mainly pro forma.
“There is no lady, just my new toy that will need to get used to her new station in life. Which is at the bottom of the food chain. I also would like this recorded on video, have her in my room by 10 a.m.”
“Yes, that will be arranged” Smith agreed.
At 10 a.m. on the minute, Winter heard a knock on her door.
“Enter!”
The door opened and Victoria Snow entered, wearing a blue blouse and dark grey skirt, and flat shoes. the long blond hair falling freely over her shoulders. She looked as always, but as she stepped closer Winter saw her wincing with pain.
“Stop!”
The young woman stopped immediately, and kept her eyes locked on Winter. “Tatiana what are you doing here?”
Winter had thought long about what to wear for this meeting, her first impulse would have been her usual business costume, but then she had realized that there would be no need to impress Vicky any longer. So the young women looked at the slightly odd combination of a blood red, silk bath robe closed with a sash, and black 4 inch stilettos.
“I’m here to introduce you to a new life Vicky, and one of these changes will be form of adress, you are Vicky and I will be Mrs Winter. Nothing of this informal Tatiana any longer. We might move on to more interesting terms later. Understood?”
She could see the objection in the younger woman’s face but she answered “Yes Mrs Winter.”
Winter stepped closer to Vicky, and grabbed her chin. “Take off your clothes, in public you may dress as you please, but as soon as we are alone you will not take any dignity from being dressed.”
Vickiy blushed but began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a blue bra and after unzipping the skirt matching cotton panties. By the time she took of the bra her face was crimson, and tears formed in her eyes when she stepped out of her panties.
Winter grabbed her by the crotch “Impressive bush, do you normally shave”
“I just trim it Mrs. Winter”
“Why not shave it bald?”
“I don’t like it, I think it looks slutty Mrs Winter.”
“Good to know, as from today on you will not keep it hairless, furthermore you will find a man to shave you. You walked as if you were hurting, where is the pain?”
“I have been raped.” Tears were now flowing freely
“Indeed what did they do?”
“They forced me in a shower, and raped my ass … then they made me kneel in front of them and suck them clean. It was horrible.”
“Horrible? Really? Well get used to be on your knees, in fact get on your knees right now.”
Still crying profusely the young woman, lowered herself to her knees hair falling over her face. Winter kicked the discarded pair of panties over to her.
“Tie your hair back, I want to see your face.”
“With what Mrs Winter?”
“That should be obvious” Winter chided
Victoria grabbed the blue garment, that a few minutes ago had protected her modesty and used ti to tie her long blonde tresses into a ponytail.
“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this day. Little Miss perfect on her knees. The high and mighty Victoria Snow down on the ground. I wanted you to kiss my shoes, but now I have a better idea”
She loosened the sash holding her robe together revealing her black lace underwear.
“Come on, use those pearly white teeth of yours to take my panties off. I want to feel your breath between my thighs.”
“Mrs Winter, I’m not into women” Victoria protested
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want, never again will it matter what you are into or not.”
Winter observed with pleasure as the blonde head came up, trying again and again to get a hold of the flimsy fabric. Until the young woman figured out a way to grab the crotch of the panties first with her tongue and then pull them down with her teeth. Revealing an entirely hairless mound. Winter opened her legs a bit wider.
“Now you will lick me until I cum!”
Victoria shuddered but felt compelled to obey. She was entirely unexperienced in the arts of sapphic love. Her tongue carefully extended, touching the outer lips. Running along them, towards the clitoral hood. She felt Winter shudder a bit, assuming this was right and repeated the movement, over and over. Being rewarded by an increase in the musky smell of Winters sex, and an ever increasing wetness, not entirely by her own saliva. The tongue now slipping between the outer lips, finding the folds of the inner lips as well as the vaginal entrance. Suddenly she felt a hand grabbing the back of her head, pushing her deep between the Winters thighs. Her nose was smashed against Winters Clit, and the older woman began riding her face. Bucking her hips in rhythm with Victoria’s tongue.
When Winter came it wasn’t just her obvious satisfaction, but apparently Winter was also a squirter. When the young woman collapsed on the floor her hair and face were a mess, heavily covered with Winter’s own juices.
“Well done Vicky, you may return to your room now.” as the young woman was trying to stand up she stopped her “I didn’t say you could get up. You can crawl out of this room on your belly and tits. Outside you may crawl on all fours. You will not clean yourself up until you have reached your room. If anybody out there fancies a nasty slut like yourself, you will respond by spreading those legs. That is going to be the new status quo for you. If they have a dick, they are superior to you.”
Winter enjoyed the young millionaire’s slow retreat. Tomorrow she would make sure that Vicky would replace all her immediate employees with men. It would be interesting to see how long it would take those men to find out that their boss, wholesome Victoria Snow was going to let them fuck her at their hearts desire. There were many things she was planning to try with her new toy. But one thing was sure, her future at the company was secure.
the End.
