We didn't want to do it. Really we didn't. But it seamed we didn't have a choice anymore. We both agreed our daughter Sonja needed to be controlled. And that it might be our only chance. You see our once beautiful child had grown into a nightmare. Over the last year she started hanging out with a gang and had changed so much it had started to scare us. At first my husband and I tried to put it down to just teenage rebellion and hoped she would grow out of it. But instead she had just gotten worse and it had just gotten out of hand.

Gone were her pretty clothing replaced by wild and outlandish outfits that showed more than they concealed. Her beautiful hair dyed black and straight and as for her once pretty face that was panted up like a strumpet.

I tried my best god knows I tried but she just laughed at me when I asked her to go back to her old self. She just said that that was who she was now and she wasn't going to change for anyone. As you can imagine family life became very strained with nearly every meal ending in a fight as my husband would end up telling her she looked like a slut or worse and I would be forced to take sides. And even after Sonja would storm out the door we would continue fighting about whose fault it was we had such a willful and pigheaded offspring and every outburst would put more of a strain on our already shaky marriage so before long our once normal and happy family was falling apart.

To tell the truth with the way Sonja looked and dressed I was ashamed to show my face in the town. I felt that everyone was laughing behind my back thinking I must be a really bad mother to allow my daughter to dress and act like that. Not that they would ever say it. But sometimes I would catch their looks of pity or discussed and would have to drive home with tears in my eyes.

Then not long ago Sonja arrived home and announced that as soon as she turned eighteen in a few weeks she was leaving high school and heading across country with a gang of bikers. When we told her we wouldn't allow it she had laughed and said we couldn't stop her once she was eighteen and left the house. It was then my husband told me about the experimental and very secret behavior chip his company was working on for the government to control violent and criminal behavior and suggested it might be the only way to save our daughter.

I had gotten angry at him at first for even suggesting the chip. After all I had screamed at him that Sonja was not violent or as far as we knew a criminal she was just confused. The thought of using a behavior chip on her, of turning her into some kind of robot felt so wrong. My husband didn't argue with me. Instead he tried to convince me that it wouldn't harm her that we would only use it to get our daughter back the way she should be. That we could use it to stop her making the biggest mistake of her life and that in fact we would only be doing it for her own good. And when I looked at it like that and seeing her, as she was I soon came to realize he was right. No matter what I may have thought it was after all our daughter's future that hung in the balance and if we did nothing God only knew what would become of her.

So a few days ago convincing my self I was doing the right thing I collected her from school on the pretence of wanting to talk to her about her plans to leave home. She had grudgingly gotten into the car but told me we had nothing to talk about that she was going and that was that. So we ended up driving in silence. When I told her I had to stop and pick something up from her father's job on the way home she had just huffed and said she didn't care. So as I gave my name to the guard at the gate and was cleared to enter I was still a bit apprehensive as to how I would get her to go in to the complex with me. But as luck would have it her own curiosity at seeing inside a top secret facility made her more than willing to join me.

But of course that didn't last as she soon discovered that all we were going to be allowed to see was a white and sterol looking waiting room. When I gave my name to the receptionist she had smiled and told us it would be a little while before my package would be ready and offered us a seat and a drink. Sonja asked for a beer but settled for a coke when told that alcohol was not allowed in the facility. The receptionist walked into a back room for a moment and returned with a coke for Sonja and a hot Coffee for me. In a few minuets Sonja had finished her drink and began to look drowsy and then slump in the chair asleep. The receptionist smiled at me and must have pressed a button or something because just then two men wheeling a trolley came threw the doors at the end of the hall.

I guess I must have looked worried or something because one of the men smiled and reassured me that everything would be fine and just to relax and drink my Coffee and it would all be over soon. I smiled back and drank my coffee even do I didn't really think I could relax. I closed my eyes and remembered how my husband explained everything about the process to me the night before. Even that she would have to be only very drowsy and not completely comatose for the process to work. Something about the tiny robots nano-bots he called them needing to read her brain waves or something to determine where to go and what to do. So they wouldn't work if she were totally unconscious. So I tried to imagine what she must be feeling as she was wheeled away.

As I sat their with my eye closed I could almost feel how there hands had picked her off the chair and lay her on the hard trolley wondering if she would feel it shake and feel the air move across her face as they pushed it along. She would see the lights overhead threw her heavy lids as they past under each in turn and hear the muffled footsteps on the hard tiled floors. And the jolt as the trolley hit the doors at the end forcing them open. She would hear their muffled voices as they planed what had to be done? She would feel the air on her skin as they removed all her clothing and lay her face down naked on the tabletop and feel its coldness on her nipples and skin. She would feel their hands on her nakedness as they positioned her and hear their laughter.

And then she would feel the touch of the blade and trickle of blood as it ran from the nape of her neck to be wicked away with something cold but soft and then the chip being placed into the newly formed wound before it was closed. She would feel the shock of the electric charge as the nano-bots were brought to life. But she would not feel them as they went about their appointed jobs. All she would feel is those hands redressing her body and returning her to the trolley and the slow trip to the waiting room I thought before the receptionist standing in front of me called my name and ended my daydreaming.

I looked to the doorway just as my daughter was wheeled threw them once more. As they placed her back on the seat beside me I looked for the tell tale wound on her neck but her hair covered it to well. I half raised my hand to move her hair aside before stopping my self not sure if I wanted to se it or not. The receptionist smiled a sympathetic smile and handed me something that looked very like a cell phone or TV remote and a card with two sets of numbers each of four digits. And explained that the first set of numbers were the nano-bots activation code that must be sent to put the subject in a trance like state before reprogramming could be carried out. And the second set was to end the reprogramming session and return the subject to consciousness. When I looked shocked at the thought of codes to turn my daughter on and off like a Robot the receptionist smiled and explained that they were a safety measure. After all she said we didn't want just anyone to be able to program her did we. And for the first time I realized how vulnerable my Sonja would have been with out those codes.

When the receptionist had explained that the nano-bots would require at least another hour to fully integrate into my daughters system before been activated and was sure that I understood the workings of the control and how to use the codes she removed a hypo from her pocket and placed it to my daughters neck causing a slight hiss. And within seconds Sonja began to wake. I watched as she did for any sign that she was aware of what had happened to her but she showed no sign that she did. When I told her I had what I came for she just shrugged!

On the trip home Sonja seemed distracted so I asked her what was wrong she just shrugged again and said she felt like she had been a sleep and had a weird dream. Afraid that she was remembering something of the procedure I told her she had dropped of for a minuet or two waiting for the package and she seemed to except my explanation. When we did eventually get home Sonja rushed up to her room saying that she was late for a date.

Late or not she spent the next half hour up stairs showering and getting changed so that well over an hour had past since leaving the facility when she came back down. When I saw the outlandish and slutty outfit she was wearing and realized that the date she had was with one of the biker gang all my misgivings about the chip disappeared as I decided to punch in the code and as she reached for the door pressed the activate button the controller?

Even after the process being explained to me it was still a shock to see Sonja stop dead in her tracks and stand there with her face empty of emotion and a full five minuets past before I could think what to do next. When I did eventually find my voice I told her that she was not going out dressed like that. That in fact she was not leaving the house at all. And that she was to go and change into something else something respectable. I was stunned when without any emotion and face blank of expression she spoke in a monotone voice and told me she had throwaway all her old clothing. I was shocked for a moment at how Robotic my daughter had sounded and tried to remember what the receptionist had said about reprogramming and realized it had been the nano-bots and not my daughter who had spoken. From what I had been told till I completed the programming and used the second set of numbers they not she would be in control of all her functions. As scary as that thought was to me I realized I had a more pressing matter to deal with. There was no way I was going to let her ware any of those slutty outfits ever again yet I couldn't let her walk around naked. I realized at that point that a shopping trip would be called for But not today.

I thought for a moment. Nothing I had seen her wearing over the last year would do for the new Sonja. All those things where the past and I intended to watch them burn with great happiness. But it was obvious that nothing of mine would fit her either, as Sonja was obviously at least two sizes smaller than me. But then I remembered her old school uniform I had put away in the closet as a keepsake. So I told her to go up stairs and take off her outfit and put the uniform on and return to the center of the room. With out a protest Sonja or at least the nano-bits turned stiffly and slowly climbed up the stairs.

I spent the next ten minuets pacing around the room as I waited to see if she would do as she were told and worried that she would somehow realize what she was doing and run from her home never to return. But I soon discovered I had no need to worry when at last she walked robotically back down the stairs wearing her old uniform and stopped in the center of the room as instructed.

Unfortunately I had forgotten that it had been two years since she had last worn it and she had grown quite a bit in that time. So instead of being neat and tidy it ended up being a little small on her now fuller frame. Her white blouse was so tight across her chest that it had already lost a button and threatened to loose another and her skirt that was short before now hardly covered her ass. But as I looked I was even more shocked by the fact I could clearly see her nipples and areolas threw her tin cotton top and realize that she was not wearing a bra. And I remembered that I had told her to take off all her clothing and put on the uniform. Suddenly the thought hit me that if a bra was not part of her uniform what else was missing. Curiosity got the better of me so I lifted the front of her skirt and discovered my suspicions were correct, not only was she naked blow it but my baby girl was shaved clean and smooth as a child.

I dropped the front of the skirt and stepped back shocked at my discovery. I would have to send her back up stairs to put on some underwear before her father came home I told my self. But first I wanted to do something about her hair. My thoughts retuned to when Sonja was my little innocent daughter and all do I felt foolish I knew what I want to do. So getting some ribbon from a drawer I went to work on her hair. Ten minutes later my little girl was once again wearing pigtails and all do they were a little young looking for a girl her age I just smiled to see my little girl once more the way I remembered her. But there was still one test left. I Still had to reprogram her mind but Just then I heard the sound of a key in the door and watched as my husband walked in.

When he saw Sonja for the first time he stopped dead in his tracks and smiled at me and I smiled back. There was no need for him to ask if the procedure had worked, as the proof was standing right in front of him. I laughed like the schoolgirl in front of us as I told him how happy I was that he convinced me to get Sonja chipped so she could be my little girl again. He laughed to as we made plans to make Sonja as he put it the daughter we always wanted. My husband told our daughter that from then on she would be dutiful and obedient to her parent's wishes before entering the code and pressing the reactivating button. Sonja blinked once and smiled. My husband asked how she was feeling and she answered her voice no longer robotic that she was fine. When he told her that she was not going to go away with her biker palls and that in fact she was not to see them ever again I expected some reaction but she merely said yes sir. My husband and I smiled at each other and decided that it was a cause for Celebration so I went to get some wine.

I was so happy I almost skipped all the way to the kitchen to choose the wine realizing as I got there that there was no real choice as I picked up the bottle of champagne we had been saving for a special occasion. After all I thought what occasion could be more special than this one. I was so happy as I walked back into the room but stopped in shock not able to believe what I was seeing as I walked in the door. There in front of me on all fours in the middle of the living room floor with her blouse wide open and her skirt pushed up leaving her bare assed was my beautiful pony tailed daughter Sonja being fucked from behind by her own father! "What the Hell are you..." I started to shout as my husband raised the control box and with a smile pressed the button.

A shape pain in my neck moved quickly to my head and my eyes watered so much with the pain I had to close them tight. But as quick as it arrived the pain was gone and when I opened my eyes again I felt foolish for being angry. As I looked at Sonja's smiling face as her father's Cock filled her tight young Vagina I Knew that Sonja was only being dutiful and obedient to her father wishes as a good daughter should. It was her duty to do what her father wanted and what her father wanted was her Vagina round his cock. And it was right that he should take what he wanted. He was after all the man of the house. The master in his own home and everything in that home belonged to him everything was his do with as he pleased. Everything in it including our daughter Sonja and myself were his propriety. And it was only right that he should use his propriety as he pleased. So when my husband master and owner told me to undress and join them I of course obeyed with out question.

My owner commanded me to straddle my daughter and sit on her hips facing him so that my vagina was only inches from Sonja's as my owners cock filled it. And then he withdrew his cock from Sonja and with a smile brought it to my slit and with a thrust filled what he told me would be for then on called my Cunt. Our owner's sluts had cunts and tits not vaginas and breasts and we were our owner's sluts after all. After a little while he withdrew from me and began to fuck us both. Sonja's cunt first and then withdrawing and entering my cunt again before back to Sonja Taking his Sluts each two stokes at a time as with a smile he pinched and played with my tits.