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The Citadel (Master_Germish X PressHeartToStart)

If anything had set her over the edge it was the invader who had come in and taken her mask. Looking like some kind of...alien creature as opposed to an actual human. The sound of the door slamming closed as he left sounded as though it were a million miles away, despite the entryway only being a few feet from where she was now lying.

As much she tried to remind herself that she had been dosed, the paranoia failed to subside. Logic was like sand through her fingers, she could feel it but was unable to grasp at it and hold on. On her back, she stared at the single green light on the ceiling for what felt like hours, almost as if expecting it to do something. Every now and then it would move. Coming in closer or pulling further away. Which was impossible, she knew it, somewhere...she knew it.

Three hours in she had started banging on the door, struggling to get to her feet with her hands tied behind her back had only slowed her down momentarily. Eventually making it up and kicking the door. It had to have been days that she had been in here. No food, no water. "Fucking let me out of here!!" Over and over again she would scream, kicking the door as though the next blow might just make it budge... Nothing happened though. Not even a sound that there was anything beyond the door.

By the time John made his way down she had settled a bit, mainly due to exhaustion. "Well, she got pretty worked up about an hour ago. Yelling and banging. Seems to have quieted now though, probably tuckered herself out." The guard chuckled lightly, finding this whole situation rather amusing.
 
John listened to the guard as he told her she had acted up an hour or two ago and frowned. So despite being given a large dose she wasn't fracturing. Her mental state was simply anger. This was surprising to him as he thought that the drug would have more of an effect on her. Though he did recall that the recalibration manual mentioned that use of the drug by itself was often not enough to cause a break. The manual recommended intense mental or physical torture to be used with the drug to truly cause the subject complete disorientation of their reality. He waved the guard aside and went to the door. He knocked on it three times, as if he wanted her permission to enter before he pulled the metal door open and smiled at her. "Hello there sweetie. I brought you some water. Figured you might be a little thirsty. You ready to comply?" He teased as he entered the cell, making sure to close the door behind him. The shock baton could be seen hanging from his belt as he looked over her carefully. He did not wait for her to answer his first question before he posed the next. "What's your name?" He teased as he stood by the door, looking down at the girl, wondering what her next play would be.
 
The three knocks to the door caused her to jump, heart pounding as her head snapped towards the door. Addison had given up on sitting, lying on her side on the cool ground, knees pulled up to her chest. Trying to just focus on her breathing. As the man walked into the room, it took her moment to recognize him as the one who had put the mask on her...asked her to do thing...

The mention of water had her at full attention though, feeling as though her tongue was sandpaper in her mouth. Carefully she sat herself up, having to squirm and maneuver herself a bit to do so. Eventually she managed to pull herself upward onto her rear end. Asking her name she flinched a little, as though the idea of her name was something she didn't want to discuss.

The man had water though, that much she knew. What she also knew was that he had that horrible painful stick. That she definitely remembered, even though it felt as though it had happened days ago. "A-Addison." There was no harm in telling him her name, at least that she could see. Licking her lips as the thought of water crossed her mind again.

"Can I..." There was a pause, wheels turning for a moment as though her brain was trying to stop her. It passed in a moment though, the gorgeous young woman completing the thought with no more thought. '...please have some water." To be fair, please wasn't a part of her usual vocabulary. Pleasantries not normally shared on the outside. Even then, somewhere deep down, she knew she didn't want to say that word to this man. Survival kicked in though, truly believing she might die at any moment without water. That she had been in this room...too long.
 
John smiled at the girl as she moved to sit up and he saw how she looked at him and at the shock baton. She remembered it. Good. Associating with the baton was an important part of recalibration. His eyes moved over her and he listened to her say her name before making a small tsk. "Addison? That doesn't sound right. Your an outsider, you don't have a name. Your property. I decide your name, don't I?" He teased as he heard her speak up again and ask for water. He chuckled at the desperation in her voice and decided to test her. "If you can stand up pet, I'll give you some water." He commanded as he knelt down next to her, his hand moved to her hair and pet her softly, moving the red locks from her face and tucking them behind her ears as he gave her a gentle smile and leaned in. "I like that name. Pet. Don't you? It sounds nice on the tongue. Your name is pet, do you understand?" He teased before he kissed her cheek and then stood up, towering over her as he waited for her to obey. Watching her struggle due to her bounds he shook his head. "Pet, your so needy. I guess I'll help." He said as he reached behind her and quickly undid her bonds before returning to his feet and waiting for her to stand up for him. He was curious as to how she would respond to everything he had just told her both explicitly and implicitly.
 
It was obvious that it confused her when he said she didn't have a name. Even more so when he referred to her as property. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew it was wasn't right, that she didn't agree with it, but all she could think about what that water. It was then the task was set out for her. Make it to her feet, and she would be given the one thing she wanted.

A shiver ran down her spine as he touched her, tucking her hair behind her ears as he continued to speak. Pet? That wasn't a name. That wasn't even something you would name a pet. As quickly as the somewhat lucid thought came, it seemed to fade into the background. There was a kiss to her cheek and she winced at the sensation. Still she didn't argue, didn't complain. Keeping her mouth shut for the simple fact that she didn't want him to leave. At least not without giving her something to drink.

As he pulled away she started to try and stand. Finding her balance was proving to be impossible though, and she could almost swear the floor was moving beneath her. It seemed her failed attempts were not only frustrating her though, as the man reached down to removed the bindings that were hindering her progress. With her hands freed it was much easier to stand, although her legs were a bit shaky and unsteady.

"I don't want to be here." It was the first thing she could think to say, a pleading in her voice. "Please don't leave me in here." Licking her lips she let out a sigh, everything felt...so out of place in her head. It was hard to even understand what exactly was going on. "You can call me whatever you want, please just let me have some water."
 
John smiled as she spoke. He could hear how desperate she was for the water. He knew he had complete control in this situation. His eyes moved over her and he chuckled at her comment. "I'm not calling you anything. You are my pet. Your name is whatever I want it to be. Right now, your pet because you haven't earned a proper name." John explained to her as she stood. He moved towards her, his hand reaching out to her chin as he grabbed it tightly, forcing her mouth to open before giving her just a small spurt of water, enough to wet her lips, but not enough to satiate her need. "Now, if you want more you will undress, fold your clothes and hand them to me. I might even just give you the bottle." He teased as his eyes moved over her. He saw how her legs shook and knew that the drug was in full effect. The shock baton would be a great tool to use right now as her nerves were going crazy and the electricity would surely remind her that that tool is painful. He needed her to fear the tool not him. He did not want to use it without her providing him a reason. So it lay against his leg as he looked over her body, wondering if she would comply to his orders or if she would finally give him an excuse to use the baton.
 
As her mouth was forced open she almost pulled back, but as soon as that liquid hit her lips she couldn't do anything but let out a soft little whimper. Just as quickly as it came, it was over though. Leaving her almost worse off than before. Having just a taste seemed to only amplify the need.

The instant he said 'undress' her body seemed to stiffen a bit. Head shaking as though she was trying to remember something, or did remember it but couldn't quite place it. Even as it was happening her hands moved, tugging at the hem of the rags that made her shirt and pulling it upward. Slowly it would lift, exposing the soft smooth skin of her stomach...but it would only last a moment before she stopped. "I can't."

Honestly she wasn't sure why, but something was telling her that she shouldn't. That this was not a man she should trust...even if he had that water she so desperately wanted. It was all so confusing though, and she was obviously struggling with what she should believe and throw away. So many strange thoughts invading her mind. "Why do I need to undress? I don't...it doesn't made sense." Eyes flicked up to him, as if hoping he had the answers. So confused. Not even sure how many days it had been since she'd seen another person.
 
John smiled softly at her as she began to obey. However, that smile was quickly wiped off his face and he saw the hesitation behind her eyes as her hands returned to her sides. Instinctively his free hand went to the baton but he stopped himself from drawing it when he heard her. "Well your in the citadel now pet. You have a uniform." He explained to her as his hand went to her hair. He once again pet her softly and said. "You can't really be seen in these rags now can you?" He smiled at her softly before again letting the hand that pet her slide down to her chin and force her mouth open. He gave her another splash of water before saying. "Also, good pets get food and water. You want to be a good pet don't you?" He teased as he released her and stepped back. His eyes moving over her once more as he waited to see if his logic was enough to convince her to strip down. He realized that he did not have the uniform he spoke of, but figured he could easily get the guard outside to go and fetch it for him should she decide that complying was the correct thing to do.
 
Everything he said made sense on some level, and as she was given another taste of water her brain pleaded with her to not argue anything. That it needed more, and the only way she was going to get it was by complying. As much as deep down she still didn't want to...and still didn't understand.

"I want to be good." What she wanted was food and water, and if that's what it took...then she was willing. At least for now. Again her hands moved, pulling the rags upward, this time they kept moving up and over her head. The body that was only hinted at by the fabric left no disappointment as it was revealed. The girl was built for sin, curved in all the right places. Perky full breasts now in full view, pink nipples hardening in the open air.

The pants were next, pulled down her hips enough to where they simply fell to the floor with a little shimmy of her body. Those legs of hers were still shaky, and none of her movement were fluid or even really thought out. Long read hair fell over her shoulders as she bent over, folding the rags like she had been asked to do. Making quick work of it, wanting that water so badly she felt she might break down and cry at any moment. When everything was folded, or piled up as much as rags could be she pulled them into her now naked arms and handed them over to the man who seemed to have all the answers, and everything she wanted.

It was in that moment that it finally clicked, as if her head could only pick one thought at a time to focus on at a time with everything moving rapid pace in her brain. "Wait...where's the uniform?"
 
John smiled softly at her as he watched her undress. When she handed him the rags he smiled softly at her. "Good girl, pet. Here you go." He handed her the bottle of water and moved close to her, once again petting her hair, moving it back behind her ears before his eyes moved over her naked frame. He was pleased with what he saw. "Now, what was your name again?" He asked as he stroked her hair softly. Hearing the question regarding the uniform he looked over her one more time before saying. "It's upstairs, I'll have someone bring it down to us. I have more questions for you pet." He said as he walked back towards the door, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. He knocked three times and the door slid open. The guard looked at John curiously as his head turned to look upon the naked woman. "Go get the uniform for recalibration. It's in the warehouse in wardrobe fourteen. Also, burn these rags." He commanded as he handed the guard the rags and then without a word the guard simply turned and left. John closed the door slowly and then walked back over to his new pet. "Your being quite the good girl. I might even treat you to a nice citizens meal tonight if you keep it up." He teased as his hand reached out to pet her once more. "Now, be a good girl and sit down on the floor with me. I want to talk about what's to come." He commanded as he squatted down. Staying on guard with one hand moving to the baton while his eyes remained on her naked frame, wondering if she would even bother to strike out.
 
The instant she was handed the bottle of water she started drinking, ignoring everything else that was happening in the room and focusing on how incredible it felt to drink. Some of the liquid spilled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, onto her now bare chest. When he asked what her name was she paused, knowing that her actual name wasn't the answer he wanted, but it was the only one she wanted to give him. Lips parted to speak before he turned from her, heading to the door and requesting the uniform she was supposed to be wearing.

Every time his hand stroked her hair she fought the urge to bat him away. After all, he had given her water, and part of her knew it would behoove her greatly to play nice...for now. Nothing he had asked her to do was too terrible, although she was a but uncomfortable being naked.

As he asked her to sit she eyed him carefully, watching as his hand hovered over the stick she had been zapped with...Addison had no idea how long ago it was. The move caused her eyes to narrow at him though, feeling her heart start to race as though he might just strike out at her for no reason. "You touch me with that stick and we're going to have problems." There is was, a bit of who had in his office breaking through the barrier of the drugs. It wasn't said with nearly the same bite as she had spoken to him before...but it was obvious her trust for him was waning.

"My name is Addison." Even though she was being verbally difficult, her body still lowered to the ground. Clutching the bottle of water tightly in case he tried to take it away from her. "What's your name?"
 
John saw how the girls demeanor changed almost instantly when she got the water. He had given her what she wanted and now she was back to being feisty. His eyes narrowed as she spoke out about the stick. Despite her verbal aggression she still moved to the ground. He smiled softly at her as she once again told him her name. His hand tightened around the stick and hearing her ask him a question caused him to chuckle softly. Without warning the baton moved quick from his belt and glowed green as it flew through the air before making contact with the girls chest. Immediately sending a large electrical shock into her body. He wondered how the shock would feel on the sensitive nervous system. He made sure to hold it there for a good long second before he turned the shock off and stood up. "Pet, why do you make me be mean? The rules are simple, behave and be a good little pet for me and you'll be treated better than you ever were outside. Act up and you'll force me to take more extreme measures." He said as he swung the baton again through the air, making sure to crack her across the chin, hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to break anything. He was careful to not shock her head as he was unsure if her fragile mind could take it. He saw the water bottle fall from her hands and he quickly bent down as she regained herself and grabbed it. "Goodbye pet. Perhaps my next visit will go better." He said as he turned from her and walked to the cell, again knocking three times as the door opened before he stepped out. He looked into the cell. "Pet, I want you to remember this. What is about to happen is your fault. You control your environment. Your actions are the reason for what's about to happen." He said as he closed the door. Once the door sealed itself he decided that the remaining time of her drug induced solitary would be hard. He was going to break her mind. He moved over to the control panel and placed his thumb on it. A quick biometric scan verified his identity before the panel illuminated and turned green. John quickly changed the isolation setting from sustain to torture and smirked as he looked under the cell door and saw that the green light above her had grown in intensity and was now beginning to pulse at a rate that would make it hard for her mind to automatically blink. He also cocked his head as he heard the high pitched whine of the speakers in the cell beginning to play a single high note. The designer of this setting had made it so that in combination of the light and the sound that the inhabitant would supposedly be unable to hear their inner voice and having to manually blink would force the users mind to go blank as it had to focus on such a basic task for hours and days at a time. John had not read about the effects of this setting during recalibration, but he figured that it would teach her a valuable lesson in who now controls her reality.
 
The shock wasn't pleasant, pulling a cry of pain from her lips as her whole body tensed. It felt like all of her nerves were on fire, or had exploded. To say it was unpleasant was a massive understatement. When it finally ended she almost fell backwards, catching herself on the palm of her hands. The man was standing now, and all she could managed was a glare as he spoke. In a flash the baton came down again, cracking her across the jaw and sending her sprawling off to the side. The taste of blood instantly filled her mouth, overwhelming her senses. With a groan she spit, crimson liquid spilling from her lips and splattering onto the floor.

Carefully she tried to pull herself back up, watching as he took the water bottle from when she had dropped it with the initial shock. It had all been for nothing. Now she was naked and bleeding...and still without water. At least she had gotten a drink before it had all gone to hell? "Looking forward to it." There was a laugh that followed the words, too terrified and scared to find it anything but funny at the moment.

When the lights started going wonky and the irritating sound kicked in she shrugged it off at first...or tried to anyway. Head still spinning from the electrical shock and crack across the jaw to really pay much attention to the change in ambiance. It wasn't long before it started to wear on her though. It just...didn't stop. It didn't help that she was still struggling with the passage of time, each minute feeling like an hour. The problem with the light was an easy fix though, as long as she kept her eyes closed it seemed to stop her from having to think about blinking. Which was...something she had never been forced to think about. There was nothing she could do about the sound though.

From covering her ears with her hands, to trying and use her long hair as some kind of buffer, nothing seemed to help. It didn't stop her from trying though, curling up in a ball with her hands over her head...just trying to think of anything to distract her. That was the problem though, there was nothing she could think of. It was like there were no more thoughts in her head, just a void of space and that noise!! Eventually she resorted to humming, and when that didn't work...screaming. Anything to drown it out. It wasn't something she could do forever though, just a few minutes in and she was already hoarse, her voice giving out on her.
 
John walked away from the cell with a smirk on his lips. He wondered if the girl would be able to withstand the cell for the next few hours. He moved through the dungeon located in the basement of the guards headquarters before reaching the elevator where he entered his biometrics via a five point fingerprint reader and then waited for the elevator. As he waited he wondered about Addison. Wondered how long recalibration would take, he wondered if he would need to go as far as the manual did. He certainly did not want to push that far, but if the girl needed it then he would do it. After seeing her naked he realized that he wanted her more than he originally thought. He was willing to do what it took to make her into his pet. The elevator doors opened and John stepped inside. Pushing the top button as he ascended towards his office where he would finish up some reports and clear his schedule up for tomorrow as he knew that it was going to be a long night.

Several more hours passed before John was once again in the elevator, except this time it was descending. He looked at his watch and saw that it had been quite some time since the girl had ingested the drug. She must be starting to sober up. He took a deep breath as the elevator doors opened and the dungeon revealed itself. He walked through the maze before arriving at the girls cell. The same guard was there and sitting next to him was a pile of clothes, if they could even be called that. What sat next to the guard was a full leather body suit however there were cutouts to allow her breasts, pussy, and ass to be exposed to the environment. He chuckled softly as he went to the scanner and scanned in. When the controls displayed he decided to play with her and simply hit the off button. The sound stopped immediately and the flashing green light turned off. Leaving her in complete darkness. He stood there patiently waiting to see if this would draw a response from the girl behind the thick metal door.
 
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