Her captor had left her alone for a day.

Deborah was losing hope. She had no idea how anyone would find her, and she certainly couldn’t do anything for herself.

The woman came in the next morning, pushing one of the boxes in front of her.

“I’m so excited!”, she said. “Your new uniform’s arrived.”

She started taking various golden pieces out of the box.

“It’s really clever, you know”, she said. “It all clips together. For example, these pieces go over your hips.”

She approached Deborah, signalling her to ‘come here’ with a finger. Deborah, terrified, shook her head and backed away…

The woman sighed, then pressed a button on her phone.

Deborah clutched at her face, sagging to the floor. Her muzzle, which also covered her nose, had gone airtight…

Pleading with the woman with her eyes and hands from behind her back where they were still fastened, she collapsed, and passed out…

A while later, she awoke. She looked down at herself and tried to scream…

She was dressed in a golden set of armour. It was contoured beautifully to her skin and custom made for her; it made her look just like some kind of advanced android.

Her face was still open, but the rest of her head was covered by the golden metal. Her beautiful hair was gone; also, she was now deaf as her ears were covered.

She also seemed to have been fitted with some kind of visor over her eyes, however; everywhere she looked, she could see a faint grid, and there was something flashing in the top left corner.

Suddenly, text started appearing in front of her eyes, overlaid on what she was seeing.

“Initiate Startup…”

“Activate Basic Programming…”

“Initiate wipe of non-essential memories…”

Deborah sagged to her knees. The pain was indescribable…

Lights flashed in front of her eyes, the symptoms of a massive migraine. Rolling into a ball, clawing at the helmet, Deborah passed out…

Outside, the woman watched as Deborah jerked as she was being ‘reprogrammed’. It was a shame that she had to go through that, but her servant had to be right for her. The last one had been really inconsiderate; she had died too soon, not giving her time to arrange a replacement.

 She’d had to do her own washing and cooking while she was organising Deborah’s training! The horror of it! She’d almost forgotten how to use a microwave.

At least she still knew how to run the slave programmer. Ah, it was asking her to input a new name.

“Just ‘girl’ should do”, she thought. “I don’t want to get attached.”

She typed in ‘GIRL’ and pressed Enter.

Deborah, now Girl, twitched as her programming continued…

A few days later, the programming run came to an end.

Girl quickly recovered and stood up, waiting for instructions.

The woman came into Girl’s room.

“Come here, Girl”, she said. Girl walked over and knelt before her, palms in her lap.

The woman stroked her golden covered head.

“Good, you’re ready at last”, she said. “Go into the kitchen and get me some dinner.”

Girl went into the kitchen and, soon after, the sounds of cooking could be heard…

The woman smiled as Girl brought her dinner. Her cooking was good, just as good as the previous Girl, if not better.

“Thank you, Girl”, she said. “Now, pleasure me while I eat.”

Girl got onto her knees and vanished under the table. Her muzzle switched to pleasure mode, allowing Girl to use her tongue. The woman’s hands clenched on the tablecloth as Girl started licking. God, it was nice to have staff again…