"Caress . . . You never brought back the model, and the auction is tomorrow. We don't have anything really worth selling. I hate going empty handed almost as much as I hate some of the company. Even if you had her stashed back at that cozy little penthouse of yours we wouldn't have the time to prep her enough to get a good price. This comes out of your pocket as much as it does mine."

The Doctor looks just like I remember her. She's still just the same, short height, cutely styled short blonde hair, and a look and tone that says she knows everything there is to know. She's so thin that the lab coat she's in has more substance than she does.

I stay back just far enough with the other three as Caress approaches her. I've been waiting far too long for this moment to let it go anything but perfectly. The auction being tomorrow is something all of them either forgot or didn't know. That works perfectly. I'll just have to go in their place. I don't intend to sell anyone dangerous as the slut squad, but I'm sure some people just go to bid. Mind Bore doesn't strike me as the type who would sell anyone, after all.

Mind Bore is still out there. If Yanuka and Dust grabbed me out of there, I sincerely doubt they did anything to Mind Bore. There's another name I have to make sure doesn't come up again.

"Sorry Doctor. I ran into some trouble and thought it was better to call it quits than run into any more." Caress is adlibbing so perfectly. I could have given her a script, but I didn't spend enough time with her thinking too clearly to know what she talks like. It was safer to tell her to just lie than tell her just what I decided on.

The Doctor sighs and shakes her head slowly, disappointed. "The other three haven't been answering their phones. I was going to have Aura take care of little miss runway model. She wouldn't have failed. But then she didn't answer. Whisper didn't answer either, though I don't think she would have wanted it anyway. Then Glimmer when I called was frantic and not making any sense. Something is not going right. Maybe I should just skip the auction. No one will be offended if I don't show."

"Mmm, you know a few of them would, though not for the right reasons." Aura steps towards them, and I grin. "The way you described those things, makes it sound like they're eyeballing you every time you show up. One of these days you should let us come with, I'm sure we could find someone fun to sell, along with all of their merchandise . . ."

Her eyes narrow before she talks, but it's easy enough to tell how angry she is even without her tone. "Aura! Don't even start vamping at me. You haven't exactly brought anyone back to us. What about that lawyer you were supposed to take in the pool, huh?"

So that dark skinned woman was a lawyer. Hopefully she's one of the good ones, and if Aura was after her for more than just how attractive she is, then I'm better she is. "I had a . . . distraction."

Whisper steps forward, smiling in her little girl sort of way and talks. It's not a whisper, so it doesn't beam right into everyone's mind. It's still soft though. I didn't trust her to speak around me at first, but she does have a very pretty voice. "We all run into a distraction sometimes. You're not the only thing that can draw someone's attention . . ."

"Now this is just ridiculous. The only way this could possibly get any worse at all would be if Glimmer showed up wearing a collar or something and you all started drooling mindlessly. No, that might be better at this point. At least then you'd have an excuse for why the Slut Squad has gotten nothing accomplished. Some of you may not use every penny of your commission . . . but financing everything we do takes money." She rolls her eyes and I grin.

"Come on. Give us a little more credit than that." Caress rolls her eyes too and crosses her arms. "We know that. We understand how important every auction is. That's why we planned something special."

Glimmer takes her cue and walks forward too, and the four of them stand in front of the doctor. There's still a path in the middle of them leading right to her. Good. They followed their programming to the letter. "We planned something very special. If we'd told you, it would ruin the surprise. I acted frantic to throw you off the trail. We had to make sure you weren't suspecting anything, at least not anything good."

Even though she looks a lot happier after the admittance of some sort of plan, the doctor still seems flabbergasted. "Well . . . then what is it? It's been awhile since we've had anything too high profile to sell off. And if you got me a certain redhead or another certain vixen, you know I said I want to keep them if we do."

"And that you'd compensate us, yes, yes . . ." Aura grinned just a little before stepping faintly closer to the doctor. It's subtle, but when she arches faintly, smoothing herself out with slow sliding hands, you can tell she's making her pheromones surge. They're always at least a little there, but she has to try to make them enough to overwhelm a woman's mind. Being in the same room with her just makes you feel a little bit warmer and dirtier, but you can shake it off. When she puts it on, especially focused . . .

Whisper just smiles in her little girl sort of way. "You'll like this. Trust us. You might not like it at first, but in the end, you'll appreciate it."

The Doctor's eyes flare, and I can feel that my cue to step out into the open is very close at hand. She won't like this at first, and a part of me might not like this immediately, but I'll make everything right in the end. I can have both the satisfaction of watching her humbled, and the justice of ending her evil.

Steeling myself, I force myself to pay closer attention to the situation. Not paying attention to the situation is what made Silver Girl weak. Patina can't fall to that too.

"And what makes you think that I'm in the mood for anything like that? If it's not someone satisfying to sell, already prepped, then I don't even want to hear about it."

"I think you do." Taking my cue, I snap my fingers, and the illusion surrounding me fades away. Slowly, step by clicking step, I step between Whisper and Glimmer. "Well, you might not want to, but you will. Doctor Tasty, or whatever you call yourself . . . you've managed to do a really swell job of not being mentioned, not being known so I'm afraid I don't know what to call you. All I know is that you're never sending another woman to the auction bloc again."

Her eyes go wide, and I let my grin grow wider and wider. "What . . . but you . . . no. This isn't right . . . you're . . . I sold you! Twice! We did such a number on your head . . . It would have taken . . . God! It would have taken every day between then and now to get your head working again!"

Slowly I shake my head, and cross my arms over my chest. My slut squad closes around me, close enough that I can smell Aura, and that makes me grin a little more.

Glimmer might have dropped the illusion making it so that the Doctor wouldn't be able to see me, but she did create another illusion in its place. My skin, my hair, my uniform, my eyes, all of them are being obscured behind one sweet little illusion. I didn't let Glimmer do this when we were in Caress's penthouse, in front of so may mirrors, but I needed to do this here. I needed The Doctor to see this.

All of those details look just like they did when she had me in here all that time ago.

"You sold me twice, yes. I don't know how much the other me brought in, and to be honest even now my head is still a little fuzzy on those numbers, but I know that I brought in a good sum. Were you there, watching the numbers go up? Were you there watching me squirm how they wanted me to squirm so I'd get you every last cent . . .?" Slowly again, I step closer to her.

Each step, each click of my heels, leads her closer to a wall. The other four start slowly surrounding her on cue. Okay, maybe plans have their place after all. This one sure is making me feel absolutely splendid.

"Of course . . . I love to watch the auctions. I have to make sure that they don't try and stiff me, either. You . . . Which one are you . . .? You're grinning like The Domina Argenti did, but . . .You hold yourself like Silver Girl did . . ." I'm not sure which one would be better to play, so maybe it would be preferable to just let her guess. "And my name . . . if you need to know . . . is Savor."

Even The Domina didn't know that? Maybe Savor is just forgetful. That doesn't matter. What matters, is that I have her right where I want her. The woman that stuck that metal into me, and the woman that started turning me into a cow . . .

Whisper smiles as Savor starts to move her hand back towards something. Her eyes glitter, and she looks directly into Savor's eyes. Don't want to do that . . . want to see where this goes . . . Need to see where this goes . . . Need to just let the moment continue . . . Told me I'd end up liking it, I know I will . . . Trust the rest of the Slut Squad . . . Need to trust them . . . Because right now . . . I'm helpless . . .

Savor's hand falls away from whatever she was reaching for, and I just let myself sigh. Maybe another part of the reason that Silver Girl failed was that she went out alone.

I step closer, and slide my hand slowly across her cheek. "Does it matter which I am? Maybe I'm both. Maybe . . . I'm neither. Maybe I'm just an angel of justice here to stop you. After all . . ." I look over to Glimmer and nod. With that nod the brief glimpse I got of my hand being covered in my old white glove, silver skin higher up my arm, silver skin over my legs . . . goes away.

Her hand stiffens, and aura sighs, sliding a hand along her arm. Savor quivers in response, and I can see the fright in her eyes. I can also see the arousal. Which is what's making me wetter, I'm not sure. Aura being so close isn't helping either.

Can't do that . . . Can't interfere . . . Loving this, in spite of myself . .. . Needing this, in spite of myself . . . Whisper's voice is comforting when it's not being used on me. I'm sure that Savor is thinking that in the exact opposite way at the moment if she's even able to think of that. Whisper admitted to me that she'd gotten into her head more than just a little. Nothing too bad, but she'd wanted to make sure she didn't get any of the shit jobs, and a good cut of the pay.

With a woman like her, I can't blame Whisper one bit.

"No, it doesn't matter . . . You're not the same women you were then anyway. I made sure of that. Fizz. Pop. That was what it sounded like near the end. Even made you spark to make those pretty lights and sounds do their work better . . . Not that you'd be able to remember that. You wouldn't. I tore your pretty mind to pretty bits. That's if you were the young one. If you were the older one . . ."

Savor grins, and my composure stops. I can't help but start to glare. I can feel my lip curling up and twitching. She actually can think of another woman just like something to fix up and sell. I can't imagine how she lives with herself, how she can look in a mirror, how . . .

"If you were the older one, well . . . Do you even remember what I did to you? I did my best to make sure that you wouldn't, but I didn't ever expect that you'd be here. I had you do it all for me. With the younger one, I already had mapped your mind. After you sparked yourself senseless in those pretty white gloves, you were so willing to help me map your mind, to tell me all of your weaknesses, to tell me just what made you tick . . . and I had you cum, and cum, and cum while you did. When they sold you, the super heroine interactive blow up doll . . . I watched how eager you were . . . and when my little bedroom slave was fucking me that night, I pretended it was you."

And then she used those maps, those weaknesses on me. No wonder I didn't have a chance. With that information even Patina would have no trouble at all taking down Silver Girl, not that she would anyway.

"Aura . . . Give her a strong dose, and then Caress . . . Lead her to the chair. After that, the two of you can go back to the penthouse. You know what to do when you're all alone." It's so hard not to just slap her or bite her or do something cruel, but that would ruin what's next. I can't ruin that. I need that.

They both nod, and Caress slides the tips of her fingers slowly down Savor's face. Their eyes meet, and Caress's hands continue to move . . . until Savor seems to go more or less limp. The three of us, Glimmer, Whisper and I, pull back so Aura can wrap around the back of Savor as Caress leads her off. Being so close with Aura at max yield, I know how needy she is right now. Once Caress leads her out of the room, I follow at a distance.

The Slut Squad "base" so to speak is just Savor's house. It's a big house granted, a fancy one, and most of the lab section is in her attic or in her basement. To anyone who wants to know, there are papers that will prove the identity of the women in her house aren't slaves but live in maids.

It would take someone who knew better to tell the difference.

Savor doesn't say a word, but she's not silent. She just makes warm pleasured sounds, and it makes me quiver with desire and frustration. Whisper's command is what's having this effect on her, but she didn't command her to do what she did to The Domina, to me . . . that vibrator, dildo, whatever it was, had felt so good, to feel those colors in my head had felt so good, to be docile, dumb like I'd been pinked, goddess that had probably been what gave her the idea even more than what Glimmer had done to me before.

I'll have her head, even if it's not going to be on a platter, and that's good enough.

She humiliated me. She turned me into a cow and The Domina into a woman who aided the women destroying her mind gleefully. I can't believe that she never grew from that. A woman weak as I used to be doesn't hire women like the Slut Squad.

Caress gently lowers Savor back onto the chair. It's not the same thing she used on me, but I'm not in the mood for imitation. That's flattery. This is just an arm chair. Most of it is metal, besides a cushion for her ass, for her arms, and for her head.

After she's been strapped in place by Caress, in a way that makes me think she's done this to someone else before, Aura gives Savor a kiss on the cheek and the first two of the Slut Squad leave.

"So what's next . . .? Mmm, unless you've got a tongue to beat the one up in my bedroom, I think the rest of this might have been poorly planned . . ." Savor can't stop squirming, and I can't blame her. That much Aura just pouring into you would make me start rubbing my thighs together at least. She can't, so all she can do is squirm and writhe in her bonds. It's delicious to see.

Stepping forward, right in front of her, I pull her lab coat open, and then one by one start to unbutton her top. "You're very thin, Savor. I've just been wondering, you know, when you cowed the younger one of the two silvery girls, you filled her up with something that might have even made her gain a cup size or two. It wore off, but I was just thinking . . . Maybe you need a little bit of a makeover and some reprogramming. But, since what you did with the older one was so helpful . . ."

Whisper wasn't told to prepare for this exact situation, but she's good at adlibbing as Caress is, if not more. Just need to lay back, sit back, feels so hot, feels so good, love being exposed to her . . . Want to help her make me more exposed . . . Want to help her expose my mind . . .

Savor's eyes roll into her head and flutter as I pull her bra up over her breasts. Her nipples are already so hard. Carefully I reach down and pull her skirt down to over her ankles where they're bound to the chair. It is a delicious design. Her dark pink lace panties are already noticeably darker with her arousal. I know that she'll only end up enjoying this, but sometimes vengeance isn't about making someone suffer.

In just a moment, her panties are pooled right over her skirt.

"Nnna . . . If you . . . need any help, you know I . . . I want to help . . ." Her voice has already turned from firm and playfully cruel to almost begging. The way her voice quivers though is so satisfying, so warm, so needing . . . she needs something only I can give . . .

"Oh, you'll help in just a moment . . . You'll be helping more than you could possibly imagine." Her eyes keep quivering back in her head as her thighs keep twitching. She keeps her pussy bare. That doesn't surprise me. "Then we're going to use it to remake you. And to help you savor each and every last little moment . . . I'm going to have to let you taste the powers of every member of the Slut Squad . . . slut."

I grind the tip of my finger along the length of her slit, and sure enough with how wet Aura can make a girl, my finger comes back dripping and slick. Her lips quiver and the moan that spreads her mouth open wide doesn't end before I've slipped my finger into her mouth. Her eyelids pull back from the hooded state they'd melted into, and her lips close around my finger. "Suck, suck, little Savor. You're small, but not as tiny as Whisper. Thin, but not as thin as Glimmer. Are you the average girl of the five?"

She can't help but suck. The way that taste wraps through your taste buds, into your mind, it makes everything so much more intense. Colors get subtly brighter, richer. Everything becomes so much more interesting, and it's all so natural.

When I pull my finger back, it's only slick with her saliva. I wipe the finger off on her lab coat, and then pull the hand back to stroke Whisper's hair sweetly. "Come on now little girl, let's make her a little more eager to just gush out all of the hot dirty thoughts in her head, all of her mind's little fragile spots. After all, it'll be so much easier if she's the one telling us, won't it? It'll be so sweet to tear away all of her secrets . . ."

"Of course . . ." Whisper almost whispers it, but it's more the satisfied tone to her voice than anything else. Need to say it all . . . Need it . . . Aching, so wet, need to tell all of my weaknesses, all of my secrets, makes me hotter than sin, makes me feel better than being touched, need it more than I need to be touched . . .

I pull Glimmer closer to slowly stroke a hand along her back as I watch the reaction in Savor's eyes as Whisper just keeps whispering those same lines. She's fighting it. Some part of her mind is fighting it, fighting the urge to give into the pleasure that will transcend orgasm, to tell me every thing she would never dream of telling me, everything that she would never want to tell me. That alone is enough to make my leotard feel a little too tight.

"Ooh please, let me tell you! So much, so much to say! I have such a weak little mind, it's so weak, so pitiful! Oh, when I . . . my experiment . . . It did things to my head, made patterns stronger, made subtle things so much stronger, direct things are like a brick! Can try to resist, but I just get caught on focusing on that and oooo . . . Always get weak when I'm turned on, focus too much on the arousal, can't help it, can't help it at all!" Savor's body quivers and shakes with everyword she says, and mine tenses sweetly in response.

The woman that sold me off to Mind Bore, turned me into a mindless slut cow and sold me off at an auction, might be even weaker than my mind was? "How did you ever form the Slut Squad if you were the weakest slut of all?"

"Oooh . . . Found them all by chance, already had money, mmmm . . . Knew it would be safer to have a pack, to have backup . . . Mmmm . . . A lot like . . . like . . ." She screams and then turns silent as her voice breaks, and I can tell from her stilted movements that she's having the orgasm of her life. Her toes in the cute sandals she's wearing are clenched tight, and her eyelids are fluttering madly. I know the word she's going to say before she says it. "Chronos! Just like . . . like how the older one talked about Chronos!"

It shouldn't make me upset, but it does. Chronos was a family. We never sold anyone. Sure, we did things for money, and not all of them were the best of things, but no one ever got turned into a cow and sold . . .

Silhouette did get turned into a shadow kitty but we kept her. I have no idea where she is now. That's another name to keep in mind.

Maybe I still have a little growing up to do. "Lovely to know." A part of me twitches not necessarily from frustration. "Whisper . . . give her the pattern so that we can get to work giving her just what she gave me."

"Oooh . . . total fetish for being trapped in place! Makes it hard not to focus on being helpless. Sooo helpless . . . Don't like people knowing that I love it, that the reason I keep that super in my bedroom is because she can hold me down hard and fuck me senseless all . . . all night long . . . can't get away when I tell her not to stop until my alarm goes off . . .!"

Savor makes another screeching sound that falters into silence, and my knees shake. Is bringing down the Slut Squad any different from bringing down Chronos? All of the slaves she's kept will be turned over to the authorities to help, but what if they're left with that aching that nothing else can fill and just wind up being used again? There's no easy answer to any of these questions, so I have to stop expecting there to be. Life isn't like that.

Everything happening right now is real . . . Everything that happens is real . . . Real . . . Real . . . Every word I hear inside of my mind is the perfect pattern . . . Need to obey the pattern . . . Need to obey, need to be reshaped, changed . . . Need . . .

Glimmer steps forward when I give her the gentle pat to her ass, and starts to work her magic. If I didn't know what was happening, it would look real to me too. Savor's breasts start to grow, pushing away her clothes as they do. It's part of the illusion, but a detail some people might miss when they know that. They start out as not even the right size to perfectly fit in my palm, and then expand, actually fill my hand, and then overflow from it when her breasts reach the same size as mine.

"Just so that you can know how it felt to be the younger one too, of course. Does it feel nice, to feel stuffed and full, oversized and warm, heavy, pulled down by your own breasts but you can't even struggle, you can't even squirm?" Savor whimpers at my words and tries to arch forward. The cushion of her chair is ruined.

"Ooh yesssss! It's so real, it feels so good to be changed like this, I need it, it feels so good and I need it!" She's frenzied, ravenous, and that makes me grin. Everything about watching her almost flailing in her bonds, whimpering and whining, with her over proportioned chest . . .

"Then there's one more thing you need to do to be able to fully understand what she went through. You need to have that same sweet cream you filled her up with, don't you?" With a nod to Glimmer, Savor's breasts quiver, as just a little bit of pink slides from her nipples. "That need to be milked is a really strong one, to just be a helpless little slut cow all milked so all of her brains go bye-bye. Do you remember watching the young one up on the table, being auctioned off as a sweet silver skinned cow slut?"

She screams as she ruins the chair a little more, arching and twisting and pulling at her bonds but not really wanting to get out of them. I can tell. She just wants to feel how strong they are and how helpless she is.

Savor nods, frantically as she whimpers. Her lips don't look like they can stay together long enough to speak. She went from being the leader of the Slut Squad to the toy of one of her own victims.

And now she's humiliating herself like a stuck pig crying and screaming out in bliss. I never dreamed the show would be this fulfilling.

Finally her screams die down and she manages to speak. "Uh-uh-huh! I remember! Really, really well! She couldn't stop moaning, chewing on that cud and just masturbating while the numbers went up and up . . . ! Ooh, she needed to get all that pink out of her so bad . . . just like I do! I need to! Please, let my hands free, I need to, I need to!"

I guess when you do that to enough women, the programming is already in your head, just waiting to be set off. She knows all of the mental triggers, all of the levels of manipulation, all of it well enough that she could recite it in her sleep.

Leaning forward I release the bonds for her hands, and then immediately start trying to pull and tug at her nipples. Leaning a little further down, I undo the other bonds. She flails a little bit more, legs coming together to try and grind as she tries to coax the pink out, but it won't come, because Glimmer isn't making it come.

"This game is over. You think that was humiliating? It's a lot worse when the game ends." Glimmer snaps her fingers, and in a flash her breasts shrink right back to the size they were, and Savor's hands are in mid air. There's no pink to squeeze out. There never was. "Whisper, do whatever you do that makes a mind reset. We'll just finish up bringing her back to normal and toss her in a closet for a couple of hours. Then she'll tell me every last little thing she knows about the auction."

"Wait!" Savor cries out, and starts trying to get up. "What the . .. this isn't . . . I'm not liking this anymore!" As soon as she manages to stand I shove her right back into the chair. "You . . . you can't do this!"

I wonder if she thought I was going to sell her at the auction, or if she even wondered about that. Thoughts feel just like normal. No patterns. No more need than usual. Just you.

Her eyes go wide, horror filled, and she tries to pull on or up her clothing, and I just pin her hands down to the armrests. "Glim? Whisp? We don't need Caress to lull her into a closet. We're going to put her into one the old fashioned way. Kicking and screaming."

Savor tries to struggle, but I could probably do this on my own. Doing this with the weaker two of the Slut Squad helping is just for effect. And when she's kneeling in her coat closet, looking afraid and alone, it's the most satisfying feeling in the world to lock the door shut.

In a couple of hours, I'll come back, and she'll tell me everything. Then Whisper and Glimmer will take her back to the penthouse. I can't turn them in yet. Something tells me that I'll want to keep them around until after I'm done with the auction. If word gets out that the Slut Squad was brought down, that could affect everything. I need to stop the auction, not be auctioned off for a third time.

Sort of.

"Please! Domina! Silver Girl! Whoever you are! Just let me out of here, I'll do anything . . ."

"You'll do anything anyway." I prop the chair up under the door and smile. "The name, if you need to know, is Patina."