Lara Swift is Colonized Ch. 06

"How long has it been since your last orgasm, dear?"

Lara blushed hotly – the neurosis in her mind about nudity was nothing compared to her hang-ups about sex. It took considerable effort for Lara to overcome her bashfulness and answer this woman.

"I-I don't know, doctor. Perhaps... Perhaps three months?"

Dr. Wu snorted, laughing derisively at the fallen Tomb Liberator. Another part of Lara's therapy. According to the doctor, Lara needed to face regular abuse, cutting remarks, and put-downs in order to prevent her from having a sexual meltdown. Whatever that meant!

"You know what you need to do," Dr. Wu said, indicating the old picture of Lara's departed mother.

"I– I can't! Please, doctor! It's–- It's just too much!" Lara begged, taking on the aspect of a pathetic schoolgirl begging for some extra credit.

Dr. Wu's eyes narrowed.

"Well, I thought you had learned from your time here, but apparently not!"

Lara tried to answer, but the woman continued.

"Here's the new deal."

Lara frowned – how could she have fallen for that same trick?! Refusal just meant they would punish her, then make her do something worse afterwards. But what could be worse than masturbating, to completion, while staring at a photo of her own mother? Dr. Wu was smiling.

"Now, we will just have you masturbate in the presence of Lord Errol, Mrs. Liao, and Robin. I wanted to spare you this, but they will all be helping to treat your nymphomania, so what does it matter if they see you masturbating now? You'll probably try to slip a hand down your panties whenever you're alone anyway... Licking Robin's collection of designer heels to an immaculate shine should be quite the thrill for a fetishist like you. And Robin is alright with that! There's no shame here, Lara!"

Lara was teetering on the brink, nearly undone. Her entire world felt very small, and filled with torments. Dr. Wu changed up her strategy, maybe sensing Lara's vulnerability.

Her tone changed.

"What do you think the aim of your treatment was, Lara?"

Lara's response was automatic. She mumbled her usual fare about being a lesbian nymphomaniac, in need of constant discipline. Dr. Wu was clearly entertained, but cut Lara off.

"That's one part of it. That's the story you will tell, the result. But do you often think about HOW it happened?"

Lara paid close attention to the doctor's words as she continued her lecture.

"Here in this prison, we have many different ways of forcing you into compliance. You've seen them, we don't need to go over them."

Lara agreed – there had been fresh red welts on her butt and on her thighs for almost her entire time here. The countless hours of corner standing, line-writing, and solitary confinement all came back to her in a hurry.

"But you might be leaving this place soon. We have timed your release. It's no accident that you are being dismissed today, even though it might feel like it. Now obviously, in the real world, there won't always be people around to cane you until you behave, or to spend long hours crafting a discipline program to get you to eat pussy with more enthusiasm. Their time is too valuable! Or rather, you're not worth the hassle."

Lara stared into the woman's dark eyes – she felt like a rabbit the moment before a hawk swoops down.

"Here's our solution," Dr. Wu said.

"Out there, you will need to respond to every request as if it were a demand coming from one of us. You will hurry to obey, no matter how unreasonable or humiliating you find it. If you think to resist, you will feel a wave of uncontrollable anxiety come on. A tidal wave. You've surrendered to it thousands of times already, and it only gets worse once you leave. If you try to resist, your entire time here will flood back into your mind. The mental duress you experienced under your worst torments here will rush back, fresh in your thoughts, quick as a heartbeat."

Lara shook her head, despairing. But even that tiny show of disobedience brought familiar darts of fear – her neck began to tense up. Her thoughts became fast, obsessive, and increasingly irrational.

"It will feel like you're trapped right back in here! It will be all you can think about. You will be consumed by a fear so profound, you would do anything to stop it. Even if it means slaving away for 18 hours a day for no money, or allowing Errol to finish inside of you, or admitting you have a problem to all of your old friends and asking them to abuse and humiliate you to help with your treatment."

A tear rolled down Lara's cheek because she knew this was all true. But the doctor wasn't finished.

"You have been Institutionalized, Lara. In many ways, you will not leave this prison. In many ways, it will just become like a prison you will carry with you everywhere you go. A prison that has wrapped tightly around you, body and mind, that you will never be free from. A prison of lowered gazes, of constant acquiescence, and of accepting the worst mistreatment people choose to subject you to."

Dr. Wu looked at her watch, and apparently decided they had a bit more time.

"We are stronger than you think. We have powers you can't imagine. Tell me something, Lara: How long have you been in here? Or better yet, who is your Member of Parliament?"

Lara tried to answer, but she couldn't quite remember the man's name. This was seriously troubling – it was the sort of thing she had always known. In fact, before her incarceration, she could have named over a dozen MPs! The harder she tried to remember, the more vague and distant the memories seemed. Lara had once dined at the same table as the Prime Minister herself, but now she couldn't recall a single official's name! Panic began to set in – this was seriously disturbing. Why couldn't she remember?!

"I – I cannot recall," Lara admitted.

Dr. Wu smiled.

"Let's try something easier," she said.

Although she was attempting to be sweet, it was obviously another ploy.

"Think back to your old life: rock climbing perhaps. Could you tell me something about that? Or something more concrete – who was the principal of your first school?"

Lara struggled to think back on these things – her entire life had an ethereal, dream-like quality that seemed to defy her attempts to remember anything specific. It felt like the pink fog that now obstructed her vision had spread into her past, dulling the important details of her life until only vague and blurry shapes remained. Even thinking about it was distressful – the harder she tried to remember, the more surreal and out-of-focus it all seemed. An undercurrent of anxiety ran beneath everything.

"You can't remember, can you?"

Lara weakly nodded her head.

"No," she whispered.

"Exactly. You are a girl with her memories in a trunk. The primacy of your memory, from now on, will be here in this place. I am certain you can recall losing your fight to Miss Galkowska, the first time you licked her clean after she urinated, and every touch of the woman's cane across your backside. You are Lara Rabynya now, and attempting to be Lara Swift will be nearly impossible for any serious length of time. You know that you were once Lara Swift. But this knowledge is mostly just a reminder of how far you have fallen."

Lara began openly weeping at this. The doctor allowed her to cry for quite some time, and Lara truly let herself go as she realized the seismic shifts that had occurred within her own thinking. Only now, looking backwards, could she see how the extent of the changes that had happened to her. Eventually, she stopped crying, but only because Dr. Wu commanded her to.

"I don't mean to hurry you, but we are facing a deadline here. Mrs. Liao has a busy life, after all. What will it be, Lara? Are you ready to finish your treatment?"

The defeated Tomb Liberator nodded, and followed Dr. Wu outside her office. There was an elevator ride, which made Lara realize she had been held deep underground for the entire time. She should have been excited to be out of the Black Hole, but Lara felt only fear as she got out of the elevator and walked down what appeared to be a maintenance tunnel. It lead a large and expensively furnished drawing room where Robin, Mrs. Liao, and Errol were seated behind a long desk!

Panic was an understatement – Lara was terrified right now. Each of them had a different expression as they gazed upon her. Errol was leering at her body. Robin had a smug look upon her regal face, and Mrs. Liao was inscrutable. Dr. Wu pushed Lara towards a pink circular platform, about waist high, that stood a meter in front of the desk. As Lara took her seat, she realized that the door she had emerged from had vanished – probably a secret passage. The pink platform was made of the same material as was her solitary confinement cell.

Dr. Wu spoke first.

"Lara has finished her time in our reformatory."

She paused afterwards, letting it sink in.

"She is almost free to go home with you now. Lara, are you ready to continue your treatment under the care of these three?"

Errol was smoking a cigar, and it made Lara crave a hit of her vape.

"Y. Yes," Lara said.

"Are you?" Dr. Wu replied, in her usual way of badgering whatever answer Lara gave.

"You need to show us, pet. You need to demonstrate that you understand how different things are now. In fact, the Lady of Abington is sitting before you. Don't you think you should show her the proper respect?"

Lara had her glasses on, and could see far enough to notice the smile on Mrs. Liao's face. She was a beautiful woman, long straight hair and almond-shaped eyes. Lara had learned some very bad things about the crime boss a long time ago, when she first planned her heist. It terrified her to be at the mercy of such a cruel and powerful woman, but nothing was worse than knowing that she possessed the title that rightfully belonged to Lara! The paper was awaiting her signature.

Mrs. Liao gave Lara a defiant look, raising an eyebrow impatiently.

That was all it took for Lara to give in.

She stood and walked over to the woman, looking completely vulnerable in her skimpy little outfit. Especially compared to Mrs. Liao was wearing a power suit. She might have come from a shareholder's meeting. All of her clothing was designer brands. With every step, Lara's new reality became more clear.

"I'm sorry, my lady," Lara said. This was another act they had drilled into her.

"You deserve the Abington title more than I do," she continued. It was like a dagger in her heart.

"I-I.."

"..."

"I accept your offer of employment. I hope I can live up to your standards. Please correct me if I do not."

Mrs. Liao's eyes were laughing, but she made no other reply. Robin cleared her throat, in that bratty way she liked to do.

"It was expensive keeping you here, Lara."

"But you can make it up to me. Is it odd that I'm totally not surprised that you're a submissive lesbian? This is going to be fun! Why wouldn't you just say so earlier? I'm opening a nail salon in Chelsea – you're going to love it!"

"Thank you, Robin," Lara said. She tried not to grimace at the thought of working as a manicurist in Chelsea.

There would be no way to avoid seeing her old friends and acquaintances in a place like that. Oh, and that Robin would be the owner!

"Don't think that you can just loaf around my mansion, though," Errol cut in.

"I can help you with your nymphomania no problem! But I also need you to work. Maybe as a cam girl? You could do it without leaving the home, and you'd probably get a wide audience."

Lara wanted to scream at this idea, but instead she said something positive about Errol having good ideas and helping her so much.

Dr. Wu ended all of this, with a harsh announcement.

"Bidding begins at two hundred thousand pounds."