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Joan is surprised when Brett reveals she€s a brainwashed sex toy, but finds out that Brett may not know everything about what€s happening either.

[Warning: this 14000-word short story contains vivid depictions of a girl being programmed like a drone, made to forget and to perform on command. Her memories and body are playthings.]

Excerpt:
The mansion€s basement was spacious, and rendered in stone. The walls were decorated to look like they€d been hewn out of rough stone, while the floor was polished and smooth. There were several racks of toys in plain view, a wide variety of implements hanging from them. I saw whips and paddles. There were also several spots to shackle a girl to heavy duty wooden frames, and one cage that was too big to be a dog kennel. There were numerous boxes of polished hardwood. One of them was already open, and I could see dildos inside. There was a wooden throne with a pet bed in front of it in one corner.
It seemed someone had already picked out tonight€s main attraction, too: there was a set of stocks in the center of the room. Unlike old-timey ones that I€d seen in movies, these had a wooden framework behind them that looked a little like a picnic table. It was designed so that whomever was locked inside them ended up on all fours instead of standing up.
The blond girl led me to the stocks. I followed along helplessly, clambering awkwardly up so that my ass was up and my wrists and neck rested in their spots. I was still covered by my short red skirt, but not very well. She lowered the top half of the device and locked me inside it.
I was so passive that I couldn€t even strain at my bonds. I knew it wouldn€t do any good anyway. Everything here looked very solid. Past that, everything here felt a little familiar. I couldn€t shake the feeling that I€d done this before.