Freedom Broad: A Slave to a Nation

Chapter One: Caught in a Trap

By

Dumbtime

(dumbtime@hotmail.com)

Scampering across the rooftops of the office buildings in the business district, Freedom Broad enjoys the night air as she patrols along the north side of the capital city. She always performing her duty as a super heroine, protecting the city from any dangerous or harmful activities that disturb the peace that she serves. But, tonight, in between her patrols, she has an important appointment that she must keep.

Reaching her destination, she stands in front of the gate entrance to the large government compound run by the Department of Defense. As she arrives, she looks up at the large clock tower. It expands a few stories above the security post on the other side of the gate. She notices the time and says to herself, “11:45. Good. I’m on time for the meeting. “

Freedom Broad was indirectly contacted by the scientists at the D.O.D. They originally got in contact with Anna Creech, a field agent with the Federal Intelligence Agency. In order to get Freedom Broad’s attention, everyone knew they would have to go through Anna. They managed to get up with Anna earlier this morning. When they spoke with her, they convinced her that Freedom Broad’s expertise could help them further their extremely sensitive undercover research on a large governmental defense project. They explained to her the work they had been doing on a top secret experiment and needed the use of Freedom Broad’s extraordinary abilities to further their research. Upon hearing what she believed as a legitimate need, they convinced her that the experiment was vastly important for the security of the nation as a whole. Realizing some validity to their story, she agreed to pass the message on to Freedom Broad.

Clearing security at the gate, Freedom Broad soon makes her way to the large D.O.D. building in the center of the compound. Just as she reaches the door to the building, she hears loud sirens and alarms go off in the building beside it. Alarmed and confused, she swiftly moves to the front door of that building and hastily rushes into the large building to see what the clamber is all about. Once inside, she notices that the building seems somewhat empty. She then realizes the sounds of the alarm are coming from down a long marble hallway on one side of a large foyer and she moves towards the area where the alarms appear to be blaring from. The only sign of any presence in the building is a light coming from the last door, at the other end of the hallway. As she gets close to that door, she realizes that it’s the laboratory that she was to meet the scientists. She ponders as she runs, “I got here in the nick of time. That’s where the meeting is supposed to be. I wonder if some one is trying to foil their experiment. If there is any wrong-doing, then justices will prevail. I will see to that.”

As she enters the laboratory, Freedom Broad yells out, “Hello! Is everyone here ok?” Just under the loud screeching sirens, her highly trained hearing picks up a muffled whimper coming from the tall locker near the back of the large lab.

With deep concern, she swiftly moves towards the locker. Reaching it, she yells, “It will be ok, I’ll get you out of there.” She grabs the handles of the locker doors and in one fell swoop, yanks the doors off their hinges. Like someone hitting a switch, the sirens stop sudden and abruptly, as a purple mist from the explosion of many well positioned canisters spray out of the open locker directly at Freedom Broad. Stunned, she drops the locker door beside her as she shouts, “Oh no, It’s Purplyze Gas*. I can’t move.” Her body begins to go numb and stops responding to movement, leaving her standing motionless.

*(Purplyze Gas: an experimental crowd control gas that contains a quick-acting highly paralytic drug. The government has been working on it and developing it for riot control in foreign lands. It causes the victim to almost instantly lose mobility but remain erect instead of collapsing like a rag doll. This make for easier removal of the paralyzed bodies.)*

Stunned and completely confused, she now stands statuesque in one place in front of the locker. She then notices something unusual coming from inside it. Swirling sparkles of lights began to captures her attention. Hovering in the locker at her eye level is a medium size sphere, similar to that of a disco ball. It is now reflecting many of the sparkles directly at her face. Because of her paralytic state, she can't look away as they continually shifting color and shape. Staring helplessly at them, she thinks to herself, “That orb…the glow…these lights …what are these lights? They are so soothing and calm. Why is it so hard for me to stop looking at them?”

With all her attention focused on the swirling sparkles of lights in front of her, two small speakers lower from the ceiling simultaneously and unnoticed by Freedom Broad. They position themselves along side her head, each one facing her ears with one on the left and one on the right. They then, began to emit a near sub-human pitched sound wave directly at her. At first, she thinks she hears something that sounds like birds chirping all around her. Then, after a few seconds, the chirping stops and she begins to hear words as though someone were whispering. The words sound not as if someone were there besides her talking, but as though they were coming from inside her own head. Totally unable to register what is taking place with the sudden bombardment of mental assault, she can’t help but to listen as the words tell her to be calm, relax and pay attention to the pretty lights dance around in inside the locker.

Completely captivated by the all that is going on around her, she is unable to stop her gaze at the sphere and tune out the bombardment of suggestions in her head. She finds it harder and harder to think clearly as she feels herself falling into a trance-like state. She tries valiantly to fight off the trance as she hears the words, “You must comply, you must obey, you can not resist…,” along with other words she can’t quite make out begin to repeat over and over inside her thoughts.

A booming voice breaks the sudden silence of the laboratory. Seemingly speaking into a recorder, the voice shouts across the now quiet laboratory, “This first encounter with the subject, Freedom Broad, has gone almost as perfectly as we planned it. With near perfect timing, it was executed with simplicity, easy and extreme effectiveness. Our perfectly timed set up was able to get the subject to come to the lab, completely unaware of the true meaning of why she was called to be here, and stand in the designated spot. As the locker door was opened, specially placed canisters of the agent, Purplyze, emitted the gas at the right time and place to immobilize the victim, giving the mesmeric-strobe time to capture her attention. Thus, the subject is rendered helpless and unable to escape the series of acoustic subliminal messages being transmitted directly into her subconscious thought. Inevitably, Freedom Broad has been captured.”

In her now waning moments of self-realization, Freedom Broad seethes at how foolish she was for rushing in and not being careful and fully aware of the situation. Somewhat disgusted at the events, she thinks to herself, “I can’t believe how easily I was lead to the trap and how hastily I fell for it.” She rationally tries to think to herself, “I must think of a way out of here before I’m done in for good.” She begins to try to fight and resist the overwhelming desire to comply with the words in her head and, at the same time, tries to think of a way out of her predicament. She starts to concentrate and focus on a plan. As she begins to push the words out of her head, she realizes an important thought, “If I can just keep these words out of my head and hold out a little longer, the effect of the gas will start to wear off.”

Suddenly, her raven hair is pulled aside, snapping her out of that thought. Caught off-guard, she feels something like a bee sting as an injector needle is pressed to her neck. She reacts in her thoughts to the shot, “Ouch! What was that?!?”

The voice, now coming from directly behind Freedom Broad speaks again, “Ah, trying to resist the subliminal commands I see. There now, that should squelch your resistance and speed up the process.” He continues in a more matter of fact tone, “That was an injection of a chemically enhanced cocktail of low grade hypnotic sedatives mixed with a specially synthesized methamphetamine. The “meth” is there to accelerate your central nervous system so the sedatives can act faster to relax you, destroying most of your resistance and render you even more susceptible to the messages encoded into the sound emissions. The injection should squelch the fight in you and speed up the process of tonight’s session. You should be feeling the effects instantly and should be in complete compliance very soon.”

Freedom Broad euphorically thinks to herself , “Uhhhhh….Noooo….I’ve been drugged….I can feel the effects starting….Feel so strange….so good….so relaxed….can’t focus….so hard to think….so hard to resist.” A warm sensation washes over her mind and body and takes over her senses. She begins to feel her will to be and her resistance to fight, melt away, like butter on a hot pan. The lights continue to constantly dance before her glazing over eyes. A pair of strong hands begins massage her neck and shoulders, relaxing her even more deeply into the trance she can not escape. She responds in thought, “Uhhh…that feels so good…so relaxing. I feel…feel soo…weak, too hard…to...resist, No…must focus…must hold out a little longer.”

No longer able to force the words out of her thoughts, they instantly rush back inside her head and seem to be become more forceful, repeating over and over, “You must comply! You must obey!” Losing more control of herself in the overpowering feeling to relax, a small speckle of drool dribbles out of her semi-open mouth and down to her chin. Lost in the onslaught, she barely musters a resistance. The last bit of Freedom Broad’s legendary fiery will struggles to still exist inside her psyche.

In a more commanding tone, the voice speaks again from behind Freedom Broad, “You must serve me. You will feel privileged to do so to my every command. You should feel highly honored to be chosen to serve as a subject for the Dept. of Defense because of your splendid physique and super-human capabilities.”

The words from the voice and the words absorbing into her thoughts created by the subliminal messages begin to take a heavy toll. Unable now to fight these agents bent on destroying her will, the heroine begins to feel herself comply with the voice. Losing the battle of her will, a weak struggling thought still lingers, “Yesss….Feel.…sooo….hon..ored….No…m..ust…res…ist… c..an’t…give…in. She is now barely able to think at all, nonetheless, fight the onslaught of relaxation and compliance.

The same hands, still unseen to Freedom Broad, begin to undo and strip away her outfit, leaving her helpless, naked and completely defenseless as the hypnotic display of lights continuing to mesmerize her and more messages of her full compliance and obedience penetrate and are absorbed deeper into her subconscious. The voice continues, “Lets see if the pleasure program has taken affect. The chirping sound you initially heard were subliminal impulses meant to arouse your sex drive. This should put you over the top.” The hands that were massaging her shoulders are now traveling down her back and around her sides underneath her armpits. From there, they reach around her and cup her large, firm breasts. As she stands there helpless, having her massive breasts passionately kneaded and massaged, she slowly feels herself become more aroused and her body begins to tingle. She struggles to think, “Wh.at…is...hap..pen.ing…to..me? Fe..el…so…tur..ned …on, so…hor..ny. Uh, Uh, Mmmmmmmm. Oh Yes…feels…so… GOOOD!!!

After a few minutes of the massage, Freedom Broad is so aroused that she no longer thinks of resisting. She begins to feel herself slip further and further away from reality. Suddenly the hands stop and she feels someone adjusting her tiara.

Speaking again to Freedom Broad, the voice continues, “Now, with your resistance all but gone and if our extensive research about your telepathic ability proves true; this device should provide the finishing touch to getting you ready for the next phase of our meeting. It will interface with your mind through your brain frequency by capturing control of your telepathic abilities through your tiara. Now you will become what we want you to be. The gas effect should be wearing off soon; but by that time, you won’t care.”

With the new surge of mind control rushing through her brain and nothing left to fight with, her will snaps as she registers her last thought, “Uhhhhh, I c..an..not ..resist an.y..more..Yeeesssss, I must comply, must obey.” At that moment the last of her will completely slips away, leaving her with no resistance to the will of the voice. Vacant and completely oblivious to the fact that her own telepathic ability is being used on her, she has no thoughts of who she was, is or will be. Her mind is now completely empty of any thought. They can be no longer found in her head. The only mental registry in her psyche now is that of compliance and complete obedience. She is now ready to be a slave.

“Excellent, slave” the voice continued. "Now, for the real reason you are here. You are now and always will be a slave, Freedom Broad. You will obey and comply with every command given to you by me and the other research members of this laboratory. Your first and only loyalty will be to me and then to them. You only goal in life now is to serve this great nation by serving your masters to the best of your capabilities.” Pausing to let the first string of orders mold Freedom Broad’s now putty-like mind, he proceeds to barks out her first command, “Slave, follow me to the other side of the lab.”

Upon hearing the command, she realizes she can now move again as the paralyzing affects of the gas have worn off. No longer having any resistance against the voice’s command, she completely complies, turns unhesitant and follows obediently behind the dark figure.

“Very good, slave,” The voice remarks, “you have done well so far in our first session. I will reward you with a request. Anything you would like at this moment shall be granted. What would you like as your reward?” Still deep in a trance, with a slight smile and in a somewhat monotone voice, she says, “Master, It would please me to be allowed to service your penis orally.”

The voice booms again across the room as if it were still being recorded, “As planned, the greatest benefit of the mesmerizing light strobe and the subliminal messages is now achieved. The subliminal processing overwrote the subject’s natural drive to achieve more as a super heroine. Now, with her new drive in place, she will want to serve more as a slave. She will find herself wanting to please her master to the best of her abilities. When she senses that following commands pleases her master, she will begin to anticipate a reward for her obedience. As of now, because of the subliminal programming, she'll want to sexually pleasure her master as a reward. The program cycles her mind into thinking that giving pleasure to her master pleases her. It continually increases as the subject’s conditioning continues. This is a must in order to maintain absolute compliance during the more rigorous examinations and testing that will be conducted in a few weeks.” He continues now towards Freedom Broad, “We are extremely pleased with this progress. Slave, you've earned your just reward. You may proceed with the blowjob.”

Calculating and with the slightest of ease, she slithers up to him and unzips his pants. Kneeling down before him, she pulls out his now rock hard cock. Staring intently at it, she begins fondling it in her hand with extreme anticipation. Pressing her lips around it and with the suction of a small scale vacuum cleaner, she draws her cheeks in as she pleasures his organ with vigor. At first, she struggles with the awkwardness of it, then instantly it becomes like second nature to her. With in a few strokes she finds her rhythm and brings the dark figure to near ecstasy. Finally, as she is at the same time getting lost in her own moment of ecstasy, he climaxes, spraying his thick beads of cum directly into her mouth. His pleasure causes her to have her own orgasm as well.

“Outstanding, Slut,” the voice chuckled. “I can see the beginning of many benefits to “cum” in our new working relationship. Now back to the business at hand. You will not know why, but you will return to this laboratory at 12 midnight every Friday night for further test sessions or unless I summon you here at a different time. Summoning you here will not be a problem since we know your secret identity as Anna Creech, an agent at the F.I.A. We are easily able to keep in constant contact with you. Of course, you will have no recollection of me or our sessions unless I summon you or it is time for you to return here. You are a slave to us at all times even when you are not here. Even when you are conscious, you will subconsciously obey our commands. If by chance we meet on the street and give you a command, you will not recognize us consciously as some one you've meet before, but subconsciously you will receive the command of your master. You will think of it as your own thought and comply and obey. When we need to, for further conditioning, we will use the trigger word "sleep time" to put you back into the trance-like state of mind you are presently in.”

With much confidence, the voice continues, “The Dept of Defense will uncover your secrets and understand what gives you your super human features in order to use them to further the development of the defense of this great nation. You are now, and forever, the property of the government. Do you understand those order, slave? Do you understand what you now are? Is that understood?”

The now re-programmed Freedom Broad rises to her feet and nods her head in agreement. Still drooling cum from her mouth, a long string of it drops from her lip and stretches down across her left breast. The voices barks back at her, “I didn't hear you, slave. Did you answer me?” Now knowing her true meaning and purpose in life and in complete, utter compliance, Freedom Broad proudly answers, “Yes, Master! I am a slave and I am the property of the government! I understand!”

“Excellent,” says the voice. “Now, slave, clean up your mess and get dressed. You will return to the place that you were when you first arrived at the compound for the meeting and continue on your regular schedule. You will not remember the request for a meeting, the alarms, this laboratory, me nor my voice. As far as your conscious mind is concerned, you were never here and were never suppose to be here. We will see you again this Friday for the next session. Don't make any plans for the weekend.” Saying that, he throws a wash cloth, her clothes and a breathe mint on the table beside her. (The mint is to cover any hint of the previous active her mouth was just involved in.) To that, she proudly answers again, “Yes, Master! Get dressed....Remember nothing....Return here Friday....No plans for the weekend. I must obey!” Instantly, she cleans up, eats the mint, puts on her clothes and whisks away into the night.

15 minutes later, standing outside the gate at the clock tower at the front of the Dept. of Defense compound:

“Hmmm...” Freedom Broad ponders, “It seems like just a few seconds ago I looked at that clock and it said 11:45, now it says 1:00. Did I lose time somewhere?” She answers herself, “Nah, I must have just misread it. Looks like lunch time crime fighting is over; I need to get back to the office. I got a feeling something big is going to happen the next couple of days. I need to get back and clear my calendar of any plans I had for this weekend.”

Freedom Broad: A Slave to a Nation


Chapter Two: Transformation


By

Dumbtime

(dumbtime@hotmail.com)

Five days have now past by since Freedom Broad’s incident with the Dept. of Defense. She still had no recollection of anything that happened that night. The morning that followed it, she woke up and went about her normal routine of work and more work. By day she was Anna Creech, the same well-known field agent at F.I.A. working to become even more famous in the government ranks and infamous among the criminal mindset. By night, unless she was needed during the day, she was Freedom Broad; protector of the innocent and dispenser of justice to any one who dared to participate in criminal activities.

The routine was the same for the other four days as well. The only criminal activity she could muster to find during that time was a carjacker holding up an old lady and a cat-burglar trying to steal safety deposit boxes from the local bank. It was light work for someone of her stature. But, tonight that routine and stature were about to be drastically changed forever. It’s Friday night and fast approaching midnight.

As she scurries across the city skyline on her way to the government district, she thinks to herself in the solitude of the moment, “I hope Gloria will forgive me for canceling our plans for tomorrow. I just felt it would be good to keep the calendar clear for this weekend. I know that this weekend was highly anticipated and we planned for weeks to be the first customers to hit that new mall when it opens, but I sense something big is going to happen over the next few days and I have to be ready for it.”

For some strange reason, though she care little about it, she felt compelled to patrol the government buildings tonight, especially the Dept of Defense buildings on the north end of the city. As she poised proudly on the ledge of the building across the street from the D.O.D compound, she noticed the time on the clock tower. It was ten minutes to midnight. “I think I’ll start my patrol around that large building there in the center the campus,” she ponders as she oversees the area, still completely unaware that she was just in that building a few days earlier.

Using her amazing strength and agility, she hops from rooftop to rooftop until she lands at the front of the large building. Security around the compound was extremely tight, but they were already alerted that Freedom Broad would be coming and ordered to not hinder her in any ways. Easily arriving at her chosen destination, she enters the front door to the large building. As she does so, she says to herself, “It’s a good thing I’m here, security seems a little bit lax tonight.”

Once inside, the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her boots on the hard marble floor, as she walked down the same hallway that she once ran five days ago. She notices a light coming from what looks to be the entrance to a seemingly large laboratory at the end of the hall. She thinks to herself,” It’s too odd that there is no security in or around this building and why does this all of a sudden began to feel like déjà vu?”

Taken back by the impressive site that she sees as she enters the lab, she notices how massive a lab it is with electronic gadgets everywhere. It seems to extending on deeper in the building and the walls are lined with computer screens and electronic meters, along with interfaces and terminals.

Snapping her out of the state of awe, she notices that there is a woman in a lab coat standing in the center of it by a keyboard terminal that is right beside a tilted operating table. “Hello ma’am, can I speak with you for a moment?” Freedom Broad says as she strolls in nonchalantly to question her about the lax in security.

When she reaches the place the woman is standing she continues, “There are no guards posted outside and this place seems too important to be left unguar… “Wheeling around, checking her watch and then grinning, the woman interrupts her, “Ahh, Freedom Broad, I’m Dr. Jan Wellers. It’s 12 o’clock midnight, and you’re right on schedule.”

Freedom Broad responds, “What?!?!? You were expecting me?? How is that pos…si..bl..e……Huh?…I can’t remember what I was about to say.” Her response tails off as her subconscious mind rips the thought right out of her consciousness. She seems somewhat baffled as to why she can’t think of what she was just thinking and why she should comply and obey the stranger standing before her. After a few more seconds pass, the baffle ness disperses. Now, she can only think of nothing else but complying to and obeying her mistress standing before her and is completely reassured by the thought.

“Yes, mistress. You summoned me to be here at 12 midnight and I am here ready to obey your command.” She now says with confidence. “Excellent, slave,” the doctor said in response to her. She continues, “Most excellent; we have a long weekend ahead of us and we need to get started right away. Have you cleared your calendar for this weekend, like we asked you to do?” She replies, “Yes, mistress, it is all clear.” She continues more, “Walk over to the small table over by the door and place your belt, and Freedom suit on it. All you need to be wearing tonight is your gloves, tiara and boots. Come back to me when you have done this.”

“Yes, mistress, I hear and obey, remove my suit and place it on the table,” she says as she moves in response to her command.

As she strips naked in front of Wellers, the doctor she just met, she has no resistance to the action. She instead feels like this is exactly what she is supposed to be doing. In hopes that her mistress will be pleased with her obedience tonight, she does it hastily and as quick as possible. In a matter of seconds, she removes her suit and is back standing naked and at attention before the scientist.

“Mmmm, Hmmm, I can’t get over how perfect your body is, especially how perky these are,” she says as she reaches up and cops a feel of her 39DD cup breast. Freedom Broad feels a tingle start in her loins and her mouth salivates some when she does this to her.

The scientist begins to explain, “Tonight, Freedom Slut, we are going to scan your mind and thoughts to extrapolate from them your entire origin and history. Then we’re going to formulate and reprogram you with your new permanent identity as the first human property of the state. When all that is complete, you have a very important meeting to attend with your ultimate master, the commander-in-chief of this great nation. He will give you his “special” inspection and final approval of you as government property.” She responds to her in a matter of fact way, “Yes, I must comply with your wishes, I am the property of the state and you are a high official with the government. You are my mistress and I am your slave. I must obey your commands.”

“Excellent response! Slave!!” The scientist says with great excitement. “That pleases me tremendously; you will be greatly rewarded after we have finished with all the procedures this session.” Upon hearing the doctor’s words, a large grin comes across Freedom Broad’s face as a sense of great joy fills her to no end. She becomes a bit horny and more excited about please her mistress even more. “Follow me to the back of the lab,” Wellers says as she turns that way. Freedom Broad follows happily after her, bouncing like a puppy at feeding time.

They reach the back wall of the lab close to a pedestal with a keyboard terminal on it. The scientist types in some codes and a part of the wall slides open to reveal a cylinder shaped room. In the middle of the room is a large metallic throne-like chair with thousands of wires running from it to the computer panels on the back wall.

After the room is revealed and the wall stops in it new position, the scientist pauses her actions to tell Freedom Broad a very important statement, “To continue any further with our procedure, a quick change has to be made in your state of mind. We need have only your subconscious mind available with your conscious mind turned off so it won’t cause any interference.” She looks at the scientist a bit puzzled after hearing this. After a brief pause to contemplate more of what she said she response by saying, “Mistress, I hear and obey your commands but, I do not know how to turn off my conscious mind.”

“Slave, you continue to amaze me. “ She grins while answering her back, “You actually tried to formulate a way to turn off you conscious mind?” Freedom Broad responds, “Yes mistress you commanded me too.” “Excellent, do not worry about not obeying that command, for turning you conscious mind off is not a problem.” Wellers responds, “I know how. The time now seems to be your SLEEPTIME.” Instantly, upon hearing the trigger word, Freedom Broad’s mind becomes empty and detached from the world as she slips back into the deep hypnotic trance that she was in a few days earlier. She stands there with the same glassed-over gaze that she had once before.

“What a superb specimen you are Freedom Broad. The capabilities your subconscious mind displays are truly amazing and promising. The domination it has over your conscious mind will make this weekend’s session even better. The conscious mind that you had before today will now be reprogrammed to conform to the order of the state and be a new consciousness for you, Freedom Slut, or should I say Anna Creech, or even better, Princess Ainia of the Highland Amazons.” The scientist confidently continues, “We know of the Amazon tribe there that you and your family come from. Your superb physique is so amazing, we can only imagine what the rest of the tribe will be like once we have them here as property, just like you.” The scientist continues, “When we’re done here after tonight and tomorrow, we will know all we need to know about them and begin to form a plan to capture them as well.”

Oblivious to anything she is saying to her, Freedom Broad mindlessly waits for the next command to obey. Wellers then tells her,” Take a seat on the Throne, my dear, and accept your new destiny. We have a long night and day ahead of us.” Freedom Broad immediately moves to the chair when she hears the doctor’s words and gives the normal response of “Yes, mistress.”

Once she is seated, the scientist scampers over and begins placing sticky electrodes all over her body. When she finishes with them she then clamps two wires to each side of Freedom Broad’s tiara that covers her temple. As though speaking to a recording device, the scientist says aloud, “The electrodes will record her bio-rhythms to monitor the stress levels this activity puts on her body and psyche. We know of her telekinetic abilities with the tiara that she wears, so we will use it to our advantage as we probe her mind and record the specific brainwave frequencies of every thought that she can remember, in the order that she can remember them.”

She, then, reaches behind the top of the chair and pulls up a sophisticated pair of headphones. Pausing for a second, she gives the commands that will allow for the next procedure to proceed. “Ok, slave, you are going to open you mind to its greatest capacity and not hinder your ability to remember everything that you know. Your mind will become like an open book to be read by the machine. These headphones will be sending subliminal messages to provoke important memories and thoughts to come forth. You will feel the probe from your tiara and you will not hinder its processing. You will do whatever is in you power to allow the probing to be successful in recording all there is know about you. Do you understand?” She responds with the usual response, “Yes, mistress. My mind is now an open book ready to be read.”

She places the headphones on Freedom Broad’s head and flips a switch. Instantly, the power of the machine takes over Freedom Broad’s mind, as she gives no resistance to it. As she feels the rippling effects of the power frequency the machine produces, a cascade of unlocked memories begin to emerge from it. The subliminal sounds begin to remind her of her childhood and time back with the Amazon tribe. This causes a flood of thoughts to rush through her head, passing through at rapid speed. Freedom Broad mentally, as commanded, leads those thoughts towards what she perceives is the source of the rippling effect. Once the thoughts hit that ripple, a reaction happens and the power frequency becomes like a vacuum, pulling more and more thoughts to it. The sudden impact of it all cause her body to jolt around a bit and her eyes to roll back in her head, She is now completely unaware of anything outside the flood of thoughts, not even her mistress still standing beside her. The doctor checks over the instrument panel on the chair. “All bio levels look good. I’ll see you again in 5 hours when the process is over. Hang in there kiddo, you’re in for the ride of your new life.” With that she returns to the lab and continues about her business.

..Five hours later..

The scientist excitedly strolls back in the room where Freedom Broad is. She reaches up to the switch on the chair and turns it off. Freedom Broad’s eyes recover to there more normal position and her body ceases the slight jolting motion it was doing. The scientist pronounces proudly, “Congratulation, slave you just gave us all we need to know to enslave your whole family. Soon we will learn of your family’s perfect genetic make up and use this information for the protection of this great nation.” she continues, “We also have enough information about your past and your own consciousness that we now can bend and conform it to fit your new permanent identity. But we have some time before that is completely formulated. This will give your body and mind a chance for some rest from the ordeal it just went through and be ready before the next procedure.”

She then commands Freedom Broad, “It is now time for you to rest. I’m going to count backwards from 5 to 1, when I reach 1 you will be in a completely restful slumber, both body and mind. Nothing will awaken you from it except my voice. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress. I must rest, only your voice will awake me” she replies. “Excellent, 5..4..3..2..1..” When she hits “1” her eyes close and her head slumps over in the head rest of the chair. A slight purr can be heard as she softly snores in the wake of a blissful sleep. “Down girl, not yet, “the scientist says aloud as she slowly licks her lips in arousal of the site of this sleeping beauty. “You’ll have to wait till we get her done with all the procedures,” she says as she turns and walks back into the lab.

..Three hours Later..

The very excited scientist again strolls into the room where Freedom Broad is still sleeping. She wakes her by saying, “Rise and shine, Freedom Broad, it’s time to move on to the next procedure.” Hearing her mistress, she opens her eyes and raises her head to attention, still with in the zombie-like trance. The doctor continues, “Stand up and follow me back in to the lab.” With that Freedom Broad is up and following behind her.

They move through the lab to a table close to the middle of it. On the table, there is what looks like a forest green jet fighter pilot’s helmet. It has all the features of that type of helmet, with the addition of three antennas and a large dark visor that looks to fit completely over the wearer’s eyesight. Two antennas are mounted on each side of the front and one is protruding out the back parallel with the floor. Directly on top of the helmet is a receptacle for a three prong plug.

When they reach the table, Wellers picks up the helmet and commands Freedom Broad, “You will again open you mind to its greatest capacity and not hinder the ability of the helmet to alter you conscious mind. You will feel the effect of the altering and reprogramming and you will not hinder its processing. You will do whatever is in you power to allow the effects to be successful in altering and reprogramming your conscious mind until you have been completely reprogrammed. Do you understand?” She again replies, “Yes, Mistress. I must allow the helmet to completely alter my mind.” Wellers then, gloatingly, explains further what is about to happen. “What once made up the proud consciousness of Freedom Broad, Anna Creech, and Princess Ainia will now become a simple façade to keep the cover of your new identity from being discovered. In a sense, you will somewhat believe that you are still that person when you are in the public eye, but you will no doubtfully know what your new permanent identity and purpose is at all times from this moment on.” With that she pushes a button and a metallic cord drops from the ceiling. she then grabs the cord, plugs it into the receptacle on top of the helmet, places the helmet on Freedom Broad’s head, fastens it, makes sure the visor completely covers her eyesight and flips the switch on the side of it.

With the helmet now activated, the three antennas begin to buzz and pulsate. Freedom Broad stands more erect in place as if she were gripped by an unseen force. She, then, senses another type of rippling affect appear in her mind, similar to the one she felt earlier but this one does not act the same way. Instead of the vacuum, it is more like a growing dark cloud with a blanketing effect. As the cloud expanse in her psyche, she feels the affect as though switches were turning off and on in her brain. Thoughts and memories of names, places, people and events begin to alter or fade. As more and more of her mind becomes altered under the affect of the growing cloud she beings to lose more of her self; image and identity. Unwilling to stop it because of the command to not resist, she welcomes the advance of the cloud as it begins to completely cover all of her mind. Soon, the part of her mind that was obeying the command becomes absorbed by the affect. Since the former parts of her mind that would normally resist such an event are gone, she continues to show no resistance. Eventually the cloud completes its task and begins to dissipate.

Her mind begins to clear and becomes like a big white screen. It has been completely whitewashed. As the visor comes to life, it projects visions for her to see and register in her psyche. Slowly those visions become thoughts that roll by like pictures of a movie show. She begins to recognizes them and agree with them, making them her thoughts and accepting them as her own. “Yes, I have and always will belong to the government. I serve nothing else but the government. I do all that I can do for the government. I must obey the government officials that are in charge of me. I must serve the commander-in-chief to what ever purpose he desires. I am to aid and assist the capture of all amazons on the Isle of Felicity. They must serve the government just like me. I will act out the roll of the super heroine, Freedom Broad, to carry out my duties for my government and protect the people of this great nation. I will act out the roll of Anna Creech to gain important intelligence in order to perform my duties. I will act out the role of Princess Ainia to infiltrate the Highland Amazons on the Isle of Felicity. I will use the knowledge that my mistress has given me to make these roles as believable and beneficial as possible.” These thoughts and many more begin to burn themselves permanently into her conscious mind, all the time forming her new identity and new purpose in life.

After about one hour of it all, a green light began flashing on the side of the helmet. The scientist gleamed with joy at the sight of it. She raced over, unplugs the helmet and takes it off. “Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here,” Wellers asks of Freedom Broad as she puts down the helmet. With a completely blank stare and a monotone voice, she responds, “I am Item# 673HST78RE3ILM, property of this great nation and slave to the officials in charge of me. I am here to serve this great nation by complying with your orders and obeying your commands.” The doctor adds to her comment, “Excellent, you will accept the nicknames, ‘Slut” and “673’ as your identification as well.”

She then makes her bend over forwards so that all of Freedom Broad’s raven hair can hang to the floor, exposing the back of her neck. She pulls a branding device out of a shelf under the table the helmet was on. She presses it at the small of Freedom Broad’s neck just below the hairline causing a burning flesh smell to fill the room. The numbers and letters she just chanted are now permanent branding on the back of her neck. “There, now you are official,” Wellers adds, “When I snap my fingers you will leave the trance you are now in and your new conscious mind will awaken and take over its new life.” Hearing the snap of her fingers, Freedom Broad’s eye flutters wildly and she begins to stagger a bit. After a few seconds she looks at him, grins, and says, “I am here to obey you mistress, what is your command?”

Looking at her watch with excitement, she says, “Excellent, slave. I’ve got the perfect command for you right now. We have two hours before I have to have you ready to be at the president’s office. I think now I can give that reward I promised and you can satisfy me as much as you possibly can.” The expressions of joy and lust flowing from Freedom Broad’s face match the thoughts in her head. Wellers presses a button on the panel near her and a small bed on a platform raises from an opening in the floor. She quips, “We have a lot to do in short time, and I believe its best we get started on that as soon as possible.” Moaning in anticipation, Freedom Broad can only agree.