monique_minx
Passionate Disgrace
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PROJECT L.U.C.I.D.
Linguistic and Universal Command Integration Directive
Objective: Development of obedience assets through neural-implant programming, trauma conditioning, and augmentation. Subjects to be deployed in espionage, honeytrap, and termination roles.
Status: Subject D-47 (“Devina”) released to civilian custodian (Ki Lock). Placement: Smitten Kitten Club.
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The club was pounding with music through the lowest two floors, like any other strip club, neon lights blazing and bodies grinding on each other. The Lounge area was a mid level, here the music was quieter and the bar cleaner, more like a gentleman's club with leather covered couches and tables, a more relaxed environment. The upper floors were like hotel rooms other than a few additional conveniences. For all intents and purposes, the Smitten Kitten was a pleasure club after all, it needed to be well equipped.
The Lounge was where she was likely to be found whenever she wasn't being utilized elsewhere because it was an offshoot to Ki's office. She sat in shadow and observed the club behind dark brown eyes that didn't seem to see and yet captured everything. In stark contrast to Whitney and Lyla, who were chatting animatedly or seductive Seraphine who was giving a customer a saucy lap dance. Devina always seemed poised as though she were waiting for something.
Most new customers mistook it for shyness, the ones who'd interacted with her knew otherwise. She'd shed her clothes instantly in the middle of a crowded room if she was told to. She'd smile like it was what made her happiest in the world if someone just said 'smile for me'. It had frustrated Ki at first, she just didn't seem to get his hints, but as soon as she was told directly to do something, she obeyed him. Devina had a rough first week in his 'care' while they learned about each other. It wasn't that Devina didn't 'get' his hints, it was that she was able to ignore anything he didn't frame as an imperative. She spent a lot of time in pain that first week while he punished her for not 'getting it' but Devina was no stranger to pain, pain formed a good chunk of her life. It probably infuriated Ki even more but then he'd command her and surprise himself that she'd instantly do what he had initially wanted.
He asked her once, "Why didn't you do that in the first place?" And she'd answered without hesitation, "Because you didn't tell me to."
Ki was a quick learner. He started to ask her more questions instead. He'd clearly assumed she was like any other whore in his service, he couldn't have been more wrong. For one thing, Devina remembered everything she ever saw, a walking archive, as merciless as a mirror and as precise as a photograph. She needed fewer breaks than the other whores, she seemed to last longer physically and she never asked for breaks as if expecting never to get them. She could handle any of Ki's international clients as well, there probably wasn't a known language she couldn't speak. She'd translate for him whenever necessary. There was more to Devina than met the eye.
"What can you do?" He'd asked her.
This was ambiguous, she'd paused and her hand began to shake before she whispered, "Anything you tell me to."
And he'd stretched the imagination after that, tried to push her to deny him, to protest, to find a limit. But Devina didn't have any. Of course whenever he was vague, Devina exploited it and gave him so little that he'd started to become a lot more precise.
Devina had helped him increase his success with no real reward for herself, she didn't want anything for herself. It wasn't that she had no personality, just that she had no autonomy. Her interests were always wrapped in her Handler's interests. Hobbies and interests were things she'd never been allowed to explore - nor even introduced to aside from catching the scientists when they'd talk about their weekends in her presence. Her childhood was spent inside Project L.U.C.I.D's government facility and filled with lessons and routine, torture and conditioning, surgeries so numerous she couldn't say offhand how many or even what they'd been for.
She was 18 when she was stuck inside a cage, naked and allowed to see everything on the director's desk deliberately. Later, they'd told her she couldn't tell anyone what she'd read. Then they took her into the interrogation room and for her and the other 'Lucys' (an affectionate nickname given to the test subjects collectively), this room was more like a torture chamber. They'd waterboard her, electro shock her, question her relentlessly without a break for 20 hours or more. They'd let her sleep for only 20 minutes in every 6 hours as they tried to crack the information out of her. Devina endured and never let anything slip despite inhumane efforts to force her hand. They even administered truth serums, but her training was so strong, so absolute, that even that wouldn't make her crack. She'd been told not to speak. She wouldn't speak.
She had no protective moral framework, any hint of humiliation had been systematically cracked from her. She still remembered every position they'd commanded her to take, every dirty plea they made her utter, every dildo or cock forced into an orifice and every pussy they'd made her eat in every situation until she had no limits and no illusion of choice. Sexuality was never a question Devina was asked, no one cared if she was straight or gay or a freaking unicorn. She was aware of course, she had feelings about everything. She wasn't a robot after all. There was always commands she wanted to refuse but she'd long accepted her inability to do so. She'd never had a 'normal life' and never known anything else - you can't miss what you've never known.
Devina could have interacted with others but she'd learned quickly that someone would let an order slip even without meaning to. She'd watched a Lucy tell another during training to go fuck herself and their Handlers used it as a training exercise thereafter because that Lucy fucked herself senseless for three hours until someone told her to stop. They took more precautions in their separation and supervision after that. Devina was quite certain they'd allowed it to drag out just to see how long that subject would continue.
A man in a dark, cheap suit approached her with curiosity and a little caution, Devina didn't move a muscle.
"Stand up." His voice was cool and collected, almost certain and Devina was instantly up and out of the chair to stand with her hands behind her back.
"Mmmm, smile for me." He didn't ask.
Devina's mouth split wide into a smile that didn't touch her eyes. She looked like a doll.
"Who are you?"
Devina was supposed to roll her answer back for civilians but she knew this man wasn't one, she'd been expecting him for her 1 month post release check up. He was to test her faculties and give the government a report to ensure she was not degrading in any way.
"Devina. Subject D-47." She answered directly.
"Your latency is low, that's good. Follow me Devina." He told her without any further information, knowing full well she'd follow him.
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PROJECT L.U.C.I.D.
Linguistic and Universal Command Integration Directive
Objective: Development of obedience assets through neural-implant programming, trauma conditioning, and augmentation. Subjects to be deployed in espionage, honeytrap, and termination roles.
Status: Subject D-47 (“Devina”) released to civilian custodian (Ki Lock). Placement: Smitten Kitten Club.
---
The club was pounding with music through the lowest two floors, like any other strip club, neon lights blazing and bodies grinding on each other. The Lounge area was a mid level, here the music was quieter and the bar cleaner, more like a gentleman's club with leather covered couches and tables, a more relaxed environment. The upper floors were like hotel rooms other than a few additional conveniences. For all intents and purposes, the Smitten Kitten was a pleasure club after all, it needed to be well equipped.
The Lounge was where she was likely to be found whenever she wasn't being utilized elsewhere because it was an offshoot to Ki's office. She sat in shadow and observed the club behind dark brown eyes that didn't seem to see and yet captured everything. In stark contrast to Whitney and Lyla, who were chatting animatedly or seductive Seraphine who was giving a customer a saucy lap dance. Devina always seemed poised as though she were waiting for something.
Most new customers mistook it for shyness, the ones who'd interacted with her knew otherwise. She'd shed her clothes instantly in the middle of a crowded room if she was told to. She'd smile like it was what made her happiest in the world if someone just said 'smile for me'. It had frustrated Ki at first, she just didn't seem to get his hints, but as soon as she was told directly to do something, she obeyed him. Devina had a rough first week in his 'care' while they learned about each other. It wasn't that Devina didn't 'get' his hints, it was that she was able to ignore anything he didn't frame as an imperative. She spent a lot of time in pain that first week while he punished her for not 'getting it' but Devina was no stranger to pain, pain formed a good chunk of her life. It probably infuriated Ki even more but then he'd command her and surprise himself that she'd instantly do what he had initially wanted.
He asked her once, "Why didn't you do that in the first place?" And she'd answered without hesitation, "Because you didn't tell me to."
Ki was a quick learner. He started to ask her more questions instead. He'd clearly assumed she was like any other whore in his service, he couldn't have been more wrong. For one thing, Devina remembered everything she ever saw, a walking archive, as merciless as a mirror and as precise as a photograph. She needed fewer breaks than the other whores, she seemed to last longer physically and she never asked for breaks as if expecting never to get them. She could handle any of Ki's international clients as well, there probably wasn't a known language she couldn't speak. She'd translate for him whenever necessary. There was more to Devina than met the eye.
"What can you do?" He'd asked her.
This was ambiguous, she'd paused and her hand began to shake before she whispered, "Anything you tell me to."
And he'd stretched the imagination after that, tried to push her to deny him, to protest, to find a limit. But Devina didn't have any. Of course whenever he was vague, Devina exploited it and gave him so little that he'd started to become a lot more precise.
Devina had helped him increase his success with no real reward for herself, she didn't want anything for herself. It wasn't that she had no personality, just that she had no autonomy. Her interests were always wrapped in her Handler's interests. Hobbies and interests were things she'd never been allowed to explore - nor even introduced to aside from catching the scientists when they'd talk about their weekends in her presence. Her childhood was spent inside Project L.U.C.I.D's government facility and filled with lessons and routine, torture and conditioning, surgeries so numerous she couldn't say offhand how many or even what they'd been for.
She was 18 when she was stuck inside a cage, naked and allowed to see everything on the director's desk deliberately. Later, they'd told her she couldn't tell anyone what she'd read. Then they took her into the interrogation room and for her and the other 'Lucys' (an affectionate nickname given to the test subjects collectively), this room was more like a torture chamber. They'd waterboard her, electro shock her, question her relentlessly without a break for 20 hours or more. They'd let her sleep for only 20 minutes in every 6 hours as they tried to crack the information out of her. Devina endured and never let anything slip despite inhumane efforts to force her hand. They even administered truth serums, but her training was so strong, so absolute, that even that wouldn't make her crack. She'd been told not to speak. She wouldn't speak.
She had no protective moral framework, any hint of humiliation had been systematically cracked from her. She still remembered every position they'd commanded her to take, every dirty plea they made her utter, every dildo or cock forced into an orifice and every pussy they'd made her eat in every situation until she had no limits and no illusion of choice. Sexuality was never a question Devina was asked, no one cared if she was straight or gay or a freaking unicorn. She was aware of course, she had feelings about everything. She wasn't a robot after all. There was always commands she wanted to refuse but she'd long accepted her inability to do so. She'd never had a 'normal life' and never known anything else - you can't miss what you've never known.
Devina could have interacted with others but she'd learned quickly that someone would let an order slip even without meaning to. She'd watched a Lucy tell another during training to go fuck herself and their Handlers used it as a training exercise thereafter because that Lucy fucked herself senseless for three hours until someone told her to stop. They took more precautions in their separation and supervision after that. Devina was quite certain they'd allowed it to drag out just to see how long that subject would continue.
A man in a dark, cheap suit approached her with curiosity and a little caution, Devina didn't move a muscle.
"Stand up." His voice was cool and collected, almost certain and Devina was instantly up and out of the chair to stand with her hands behind her back.
"Mmmm, smile for me." He didn't ask.
Devina's mouth split wide into a smile that didn't touch her eyes. She looked like a doll.
"Who are you?"
Devina was supposed to roll her answer back for civilians but she knew this man wasn't one, she'd been expecting him for her 1 month post release check up. He was to test her faculties and give the government a report to ensure she was not degrading in any way.
"Devina. Subject D-47." She answered directly.
"Your latency is low, that's good. Follow me Devina." He told her without any further information, knowing full well she'd follow him.
