Chapter 6: List of contacts
Indira, once proud devout Muslim women. Converted to Mark's loving, obedient slave, and head of his house. She is short with skin the color of coffee with cream, long straight dark hair, almond-shaped brown eyes. She has an athletic body.The princess of servents. Mistress to the other women. She will do anything to make sure Mark's wishes and met and his orders obeyed.
Marion, once Mark's almost 50 year old mother. The device remade her into a loving, obedient slave with no memory of her past or her family. Existing only so serve and obey. All memory of her former strict, demanding self was washed away leaving a woman who has been with her master her entire life and owed him everything. She treats everyone else with strife and contempt. He is the only one deserving of her love or her touch. She is in love with him his conditioning ensured that. To obey without question is to love and be loved without question.
Emma, Mark's 65 year old strict matronly grandmother. Matriarch of the family. The device had converted her into an obedient, loyal slave. Emma was tsll with long grey white curly hair. She was chubby but service to her master and dancing for his entertainment had beein slimming ger recently. The perfect companion with no memory of her former life, her daughter or her grandchildren, her past or even her age. She sees herself as a 25 year dancer, who was found at a young age by her master recognizing her ability and send her to be trained in Russia. Her most beloved possession is a string of perfect pearls around her neck, a symbol of her pledge to serve him loyaly without question completely devoted to his love and obey him without question.
Ashley, Mark's younger sister. The spoiled woman, living to spend her family's fortune was replaced by the device by an obedient, devoted slave with no memory of her past, family or anything. Mark rewove her mind, she now believes herself a guard dog belonged by her master since she was a pup. She believes she was given a human shape by her master/creator and is devoted to him, protect and serving his every wish.... "she thinks herself a dog" Mark laughed to himself.
And finally Sarah (formerly Michelle), Mark's youngest sister and newest slave. Spoiled rich girl living on her family's money and in their ranch. Tall with pastel blue hair. She gives off the appearance of being chubby but it only a thin layer of fat covering muscle from working on the ranch. When she goes looking for her missing family, Mark uses the device to cover his tracks. Gone is the spoiled girl and arises in her place and obedient slave with no memory of her past, her former life, or her family. She only wishes to obey her master and surrender her self to his whims.
All created by Mark. Their old lives meant nothing to them now he had ensured that. These women his creations had developed new personality from their new created memories.
But as far as they knew they were born from birth into their new selves. With no memory of their previous existence. They accepted their roles wholeheartedly. He had control.
Complete control. Every aspect of their lives, every facet of their beings, was in his hands. Mark reveled in his power, basking in the knowledge that he alone was responsible for their existence. They were perfect specimens, carefully crafted to meet his exact specifications. He couldn't help but smirk, thinking of the countless hours he had dedicated to perfecting their forms, sculpting their minds, and molding their souls.
The old versions of the women were gone permanently. Which is good considering they would have hated his new versions of them.
Mark flashed a mischievous grin, his emerald eyes twinked with "You women have no No baggage, no grudges, and certainly no qualms about embracing their newfound purpose."
Mark turned to Sarah. They sat around a picnic table it was early in the morning. The others slept in the cars. "You have been a faithful servant these last few weeks. So as a reward I will tell you of yourself forgotten." Mark said with sincerely.
Sarah smiled beaming with pride. "Sleep" Mark said making magnetic passes before her eyes. Her mind empty.
"Sarah, you were born to a survivalist family living off the grid, one night when you were 3, a fire started and your family died and you escaped" he started. "Can you feel the heat of the fire against your skin?" Sarah whispered a "Yes" before becoming silent again. "You were left alone in the mountains for years." He continued "a feral child". Sarah's head nodding the memories taking hold.
"A trapper found you taking you to a orphanage. There you were abused by the staff. I heard the story and took you in. I used a considerable amount of money to educate you in the ways of civilization." The memories becoming solid. "A few weeks ago you returned to me, your education complete. You pledged yourself to my service as a thank you"
Mark continued telling Sarah her new persona.
Sarah listened intently, her mind swimming with the vivid memories Mark had imprinted upon her. She could sense the warmth of the fire, taste the bitterness of her loneliness, and see the kindness in Mark's eyes as he welcomed her into his world.
His patience and understanding transformed her into a devoted servant, eager to prove her worth and earn his trust.
"Thank you, Master," Sarah whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "I will never forget what you've done for me."
Mark smiled softly, his gaze steady and unwavering. "You don't need to thank me, Sarah," he replied, his voice gentle and soothing. "I chose you because I saw potential in you, and I wanted to help you realize your true potential."
Sarah nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. All Mark's changes too root and flowered. Sarah would do anything to make him happy, all she wanted is to obey he was her creator and she stood reborn.
His smile, his laugh, his scent were all she needed to live. If he desired her body she would gladly give it without question.
After telling sarah her story, mark spoke softly, his words seeping into her mind, guiding her to a new reality. His fingers gently brushing against her cheek, he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.
"Go back to bed Sarah, it's still early and we are in the final length of our trip" Sarah stood sleepily "OK master, she stumbled, I obey" and she got into the car Ashley was still sleeping. Ashley awoke slightly "Good talk Sarah?" She mumbled. "Yes, it was everything, go back to sleep Pup" Ashley wrinkled her nose at the joke "shut up" and the campground was silent still so early in the morning.
They drove for a couple more hours until they reached their destination - a small coastal town. The air smelled fresh and sweet, and the sun shone brightly overhead. The group found themselves a cozy little beach house with a breathtaking view of the ocean. The windows offered a panoramic vista of the sparkling water and pristine sand. Emma unpacked groceries, while Indira prepared breakfast. The delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the open doors, filling the air with a comforting scent.
End interlude.