Ai'rani pressed her mouth against Iria's neck, kissing a cluster of nerves and letting her tongue dance and writhe against it. Her hands stroked and caressed, the bar of soap being dropped and discarded into the warm water of the bath. Expert fingers started to rub and caress a throbbing nipple as her other hand pushed two fingers into Iria's cunt, the digits slick with soap. She slid them along inner walls, testing and stroking them as she finally resumed her psychic assault on Iria.

I want to be a good pet and feel this again

That 'thought' echoed through Iria's mind, repeating over and over again. Ai'rani doubted that Iria would be able to maintain any coherent thoughts with those two fingers working inside her body, seeking out every 'weak point' along her inner walls and stimulating it just enough to maximize the sensations it caused.

The agent cried out in shock as the woman's lips pressed into her neck. Iria's eyes fluttered wildly as sensations bombarded her mind. A weak gasp escaped her. Her head rolled slowly to the side, leaving her neck completely exposed to the Midrozi's kiss. Ai'rani's hands immediately began to explore her recently cleaned body. The soap forgotten, two fingers plunged deep inside her quivering vagina. The agent's hips bucked forward as cries of pleasure sound from her throat. Her heavy tits sloshed within the alien's grasp, tingling from those stroking fingers.

"Uuhhnnn..." Her eyes fluttered more as thoughts filled her mind. She wanted this. She wanted to feel this good again and again. The words repeated over and over again. They sounded like her thoughts. Yes, they were her thoughts. Iria believed what she was 'thinking', repeating the phrase as it echoed inside her. This was even faster and easier than a week ago. Iria's eyes were already clouding over, her mind too weak to fight the Midrozi intent on breaking the agent into a slave like all the other humans. No thought besides how much she wanted to feel this good crossed her mind as the busty amazon began to writhe and rub up against the other woman.

Ai'rani could feel Iria's mind starting to mould itself around the one thought that 'it' had. The mind shattering pleasure overwhelmed everything else, preventing the human from thinking of anything but what the alien wanted her to think. The Jarri's fingers closed around the breast in her hand, squeezing and letting those slender white fingers get engulfed by the massive orb bulging out between her digits. Each finger was pushing against a nerve cluster, stimulating it to send a surge of pleasure into the massive orb as Ai'rani started to slide her fingers back and forth inside Iria, finger fucking the helpless agent.

I exist to serve my Mistress. Nothing matters but serving her Ai'rani added a new thought to Iria's mind, the two repeating over and over again, a endless cycle that forced Iria's mind to listen, and gave the pleasure filled mush something to focus on. Ai'rani used the pleasure, blocking out every memory, and flooding Iria's helpless mind with it, and those two thoughts.

The Midrozi woman suddenly squeezed her luscious tit, causing the agent to squeal in utter delight. Her body arched, thrusting the massive globe further into the woman's grasp. Those fingers sent a rippling wave of what felt like thousands of strokes across her tender flesh. If it were not for the pool of water they were in, her sex would be drooling nectar over the Spire Lord's thrusting digits. Her inner walls clinged tightly, revealing the agent's strength as they nearly crush them within those velvety insides. The Midrozi would have to work for each longer thrust and stroke inside the amazon's lovely body.

Eyes still fluttering and rolling back in her head, Iria was utterly helpless. New thoughts entered her head that sounded like her own voice. A faint part of her found something wrong but it did not matter as her memories of her former self were now blocked out. Unable to think of who she was or anything else, she had no choice but to listen to the two phrases. With no other guidance, the amazon accepted the messages as fact. Drool lightly trickled from the corners of the amazon's open mouth as these new facts were drilled over and over inside her subconcious.

Ai'rani winced slightly to herself as she felt the pain, her fingers complaining at the strength of those walls. She doubted that she was going to do this much, the risk of getting her fingers crushed was far too great. And the muscle movement was purely involuntary, which meant she would have to constantly focus if she wanted to control it. Besides, controlling that tightness would make her a worse fuck for the aliens who were going to enjoy her body. Her thrusts were slow, fingers barely moving inside Iria. And yet they were always rubbing against extra sensitive parts of those slick walls, pressing against the agents g-spot over and over again, as well as dozens of other areas that were nearly as sensitive. Her other hand started to knead and squeeze the tit in it's grip, as if milking it ... but with even the slightest movement of those fingers sparking a new wave of pleasure.

And every wave of pleasure slammed against the inner sanctum inside Iria's mind. The core essence of 'her', and hidden so deep down even Iria couldn't access it easily. A last bastion that was fighting, desperately, to survive the Midrozi attack. Her most cherished memories, her ideals and sense of self, her identity, all were contained and protected inside it. But Ai'rani was relentless, hitting the defenses hard with the sensations the already broken body was sending. For now she didn't add any new thoughts, most of her energy was focused on completely wiping out the fragment of Iria's mind that was Iria, and not either flooded with pleasure or resonating with the thoughts that the Midrozi had implanted in the humans mind. The only exception was a fraction of her ability that locked down on a very small part of Iria's mind, blocking the women from reaching climax. Release would come when Iria's last hope and memories were completely overwhelmed.

Of course it would not cause any real harm. But with Iria's strong body, she was always nice and tight for the monsters and slavers to fuck. Those skilled fingers found her g-spot within her slipper depths and the effects of the nerve stimulation increased to mind numbing levels. Her insides began to spasm madly, clinging desperately to the stroking digits. "Aiiiieeeee!" She screamed, her head rearing upwards as the pleasure overrode anything happening in her body right now. The amazon was practically paralyzed, her body twitching violently with each slow stroke across her swollen bundle of nerves.

Every squeeze of her luscious tit left her body arching a bit more into the woman's touch. Iria's hips bucked wantonly against the Midrozi's hand, grinding desperately from the release that was now being held back by the woman's mind. The words repeated inside the agent's head to the point that there was no way of knowing if this was the human's voice or the implanted one. The voices grew louder, pounding against her psyche relentlessly as the Spire Lord struck to finish her off. The helpless agent had no idea what was happening as little by little, her memories were being unraveled into nothing. Memories of her childhood and life on Earth was the first to go. Her inner self could do nothing but quiver helplessly from the constant attacks from the outside. Eyes completely rolled back into whites, the amazon was drooling and groaning, desperate for that wonderful release.

Ai'rani's fingers stroked and rubbed against Iria's inner walls, her psychical attack as relentless as her mental attack on the humans mind as memory after memory was stripped away and destroyed. The final line of defence had fallen, breached by the mind shattering pleasure of two of Ai'rani's fingers being inside Iria's sex. And now Ai'rani stripped Iria of every memory, ever sliver of her life. The only things that she left was her expertise with her hammer, and in hand to hand fighting. That had a use. But the conditions on which they had been learnt were gone. Iria would know how to fight, but have no knowledge of how she learnt that fact.

Throw everything away but the bliss ... let it flood your mind and wash those useless things away. The voice that hissed in Iria's mind was definitely Ai'rani's, but immediately after it she repeated it over and over again, but this time 'masking' it as one of Iria's thoughts. As if her mind was echoing her Mistresses order. Her fingers continued to work and squirm inside those extremely tight walls, using the physical pleasure, and the fact that Iria couldn't cum, to wear down that last fragment of her resistance. Give me everything ... and I'll let you cum pet.

Everything that made up Iria was now torn away, leaving an empty vessel of lust and desire to be filled with what ever dark plans the Midrozi had for her. A weak groan escaped her lips as a new order filled her thoughts. With no knowledge that this woman was even her enemy anymore, she obeyed without question. Her mind opened up and accepted those deep primal needs she kept suppressed for so long. Her hands slid over one of her breasts, squeezing it hard while her other hand slid down Ai'rani's thigh.

The amazon woman wanted nothing more than to cream over her mistress's fingers right now. Her hips ground harder against the alien woman's hand. Gasps of pleasure escaped with every breath. Her head hung backwards, rolling from side to side as more information was fed into her now empty mind. "Ooohhhnnnn! M-Mistress!" she screamed. Her entire body blazing with lust and built up tension.

Ai'rani felt the last of Iria's personality and mind be ripped away and shredded into oblivion, and she smiled warmly at just how easy it had been to completely strip the ex-agent of everything that she had been. There would still be Iria's memories from since she was captured, but altered to make it appear that she had never tried to fight back. From there Ai'rani started to work back, completely creating a 'life' that Iria would believe was hers. One where she had always been a Midrozi slave, and trained and tested constantly.

While her mind worked with the 'challenge' of creating a logical stream of memories that would make up Iria's 'life' her body continued to do it's best to keep the busty human in a unending state of bliss and ecstasy. Her fingers were kept busy, they stroked and slid back and forth inside her cunt, constantly moving to new sensitive spots on her inner walls and curling slightly inside the tight walls to directly stimulate them. Her other hand continued to knead and squeeze one of Iria's breasts, toying with the orb roughly, but carefully to ensure that even the slightest movement of her fingers sent waves of pleasure through the orbs and into the humans body. When Iria's 'life' had become complete Ai'rani finally removed the mental block that she had placed on Iria's orgasm, finally letting the human cum. Cum for your Mistress ... Show her how much you love her favour She whispered the moment the block was down, knowing that Iria would of cummed anyway.

Through those fluttering eyes, the agent's eyes were completely blank. New information was being fed into her and with nothing left to reason with, Iria's conciousness had no choice but to accept them as facts. Images and phrases filled her head but this was mostly in the background, left to her subconcious to sort out while her concious thoughts were completely filled with pleasure. Iria was no longer and agent but a broken vessel ready to be repaired and filled with new data.

The process was long and during it all the human woman was left in erotic agony. Unable to cum, the tension continued to build and build. A mixture of grunts, moans, and cries soon mixed together to produce lovely sounds of sexual desire. Iria was breathless, her heart was hammering to the point of bursting. Ai'rani would feel the woman's pulse racing within those luscious milk filled tits. But the mental block remained until the final pieces of Iria's new existence was accepted. Once finished, Iria heard her mistress's orders. Her screamed echoed off the walls as hot juices gushed into the warm waters she sat in. Her entire body shudder in a seizure of unrelenting passion and bliss. "Mistressss!" Was the only coherent word that managed to leave the human's lips before the sounds of breathless moans continuously left her throat.

Ai'rani internally giggled at the massive climax that Iria's body was finally allowed to feel, the build up and anticipation making it a super-nova of pleasure spreading through the humans helpless body. Ai'rani's hand could feel the womens juices gushing out at the climax, and she continued to drive those two fingers back and forth inside Iria, stretching out the climax longer and longer as she continued to knead one milk filled breast. She savored those sweet moans of pleasure, cut off only by your body desperately needing to breathe, and her tongue ran up and down the ex-agents spine, sending tingles of pleasure through her orgasming body from three points.

When Ai'rani finally relented it was only after Iria had been exhausted by her climax, and the human was carefully guided to a 'seat' submerged in the water of the bath. In reality it was an underwater lip that jutted out from the wall, positioned so that someone sitting on it would be able to relax with their head out of the water. You were a very good pet ... just like always. The Midrozi coos praise for the broken agent, as if she had done so thousands of times before.

Ai'rani let Iria's head loll back on the bathroom floor as she slipped gracefully out of the bath, a compartment silently opening to reveal a collection of towels to dry herself off with. While the Midrozi did have automated systems it was considered a sign of luxury to be able to afford the time to dry one self with a towel, and an even stronger sign if someone else did so. One of Iria's new memories would be that lesson, that she was the one who should be drying her Mistress off. But Ai'rani couldn't afford to wait however long it took the human to recover from her climax, and instead started to dry herself off.

Once more, the human woman was left in basking in a heavy afterglow. She was dead weight in the Midrozi's arms as she was gently guided to a lip to sit and relax on. Her head rolled backwards, resting on the edge of the pool. Eyes fluttered, still blank as she digests all the new information that was replacing what was taken. Memories rushed through her head as if she were seeing her new life unfold before her. With no other memories to compare to, these would become her new memories even if there were inconsistencies.

Conciousness slowly blinked back into Iria's eyes. Her vision was clearing as she saw her Mistress's nude form being wrapped in a towel. She felt some regret for not being the one drying the alien woman off. But no matter how hard she tried, her body would not listen to her orders anymore. The warm waters soothed her tired and aching muscles as her breasts continued to pulse and throb as if still being touched by those amazing fingers. Only after a couple minutes did Iria managed to crawl out of the water. Her cleaned body glistened like a goddess as she crawled slowly to her Mistress's side.

Ai'rani had fully dried herself off by the time Iria crawled out of the shower, and she turned a smile on the human women. She had rebuilt minds before, and Iria's rebuilt memories would have no inconsistencies. It was very anti-human, and anti-ADD. And far more crucially it would undergo very careful analysis by anyone. If humans ever did manage to recover Iria, they wouldn't be able to find anything that they could use to unravel the constructed memories. The Midrozi were always though when they trained ex-ADD agents.

Ai'rani would wait for Iria to crawl to her side before she crouched down, slender fingers stroking the humans cheek and caressing the nerves there. That's a good pet ... Dry yourself off and than come into the main room and I'll show you where you are sleeping. Her fingers trail off Iria's cheek as the alien walks out of the bathroom, her towel discarded on the floor for Iria to use as Ai'rani starts setting up the next 'step' for the busty human.

The amazon woman shivered before the Midrozi woman's touch. The simple caress left her mind bubbling with pleasure that left her already muddled thoughts fuzzy. The defeated agent was still trying to sort out the new thoughts that were in her head. With her past removed, it was only a matter of time before all the new memories were fully accepted and integrated into her personality. But even in her confusion, she recognized the being before her as her mistress and saw no reason to ever disobey. She grabbed the towel and began to tend to her soaking tender body.

Iria rose to her feet to better dry herself off and soon was ready to head for the main room. She was rather exhausted in more ways than one and looked forward to a peaceful slumber. With her mistress pleased with her, the broken agent felt fulfilled as if she accomplished what she needed to do today. The busty woman entered the main room and stood proudly with her now freshly cleaned body. Her breasts were thrust outwards, making herself as appealing as possible as she waited for further orders.

Ai'rani had to think carefully about just where to make Iria sleep for the rest period. With no sun there was no external means of marking time, and so day and night were meaningless terms. Every individual had their own personal block of time that was devoted to resting, and as her own approaches the alien stifled a yawn. Even with as much control over their bodies as Ai'rani had, there were some bodily functions that simply couldn't be controlled all the time.

By the time Iria emerged, body dry and cleaned of the abuse it had suffered, Ai'rani had decided. On the floor at the foot of her own bed was a mat, a human sized version of an Earth 'dog-bed'. She turned at the sound of Iria's footsteps, seeing the pride in her as she thrust her chest out and put her body on display. "Very good Iria ... you look very nice all cleaned up." Ai'rani cooed as she walked towards the human who was now her pet. "I think a nice drink before bed would be nice" She doesn't give Iria a chance to respond, and leans down before her lips close around one of the busty amazon's nipples, sucking on her breast as the tip of her tounge delicately traces the nerves in her sensitive peak.