Date: Mon, 04 Jun 2018 20:13:23 -0400
From: darkstorm@alsirat.com
Subject: Amnesia 1

Synopsis: An asexual school teacher is lured into a lab where she
loses her identity and begins a new life.
Author: Janet Storm
Category:  Lesbian/Authoritarian

The students gotoff the bus and walked to the entrance of the zoo.
Mara Cohn counted them as they got off and counted them as they lined
up in front of the gate.  The other two teachers leading the field
trip made their own counts and compared notes.  Twenty nine.  Two by
two except for one boy who followed at the back.  Mara kept a special
eye on him because Tommy Silver was a particularly vulnerable little
boy.   If the other kids needed someone to bully, they chose Tommy.
If a child broke out in tears, it was likely to be Tommy.

She looked over his gray hoodie and sweat pants.  Little boys like
Tommy seemed to come from horrid, dirty homes.  Look there, she
thought to herself.  Look at the rip in the hoodies pocket.  Who loved
this little boy?  Who looked after him?  She watched him carefully as
Cheral Carpenter bought the tickets for the group and the trio of
teachers began ushering their gifted charges through the turnstiles.
At the other end, Mara counted again.  Twenty nine.  All accounted
for, even Tommy Silvers.

"Where do we want to go first?" asked Cheral.

"The Pandas!" the class cried in unison.

"Which way do we want to go?"  Some cried by the gorillas and others
by the tigers.  Cheral did her best to make out the majority.
Finally, she declared that those who wanted the tigers won the shouting.

Mara looked around, checking for predators of a human kind.  There was
a large, square headed man in greasy clothes watching the class from a
fast food stand.  She didn't like the looks of him at all.  A
ginger-haired woman in her late thirties or early forties hung off one
of the twin statues of gorillas just inside the gate and stared
directly at her.  Mara responded by pulling at her mid-length blue
skirt and her pink-plaid shirt.  Of the two of them, she distrusted
the man the most; the woman was just odd.

As the children began their march through the Monkey Jungle and down
through the aviary, Mara kept watch on the double column's rear.  The
man turned his head slowly to follow the movement of the school
children.  The woman flashed her a smile and went out of the zoo gate.

Twenty-nine.  Plus three teachers.  The numbers were good.  The
children slowed their progress to the pandas by stopping repeatedly to
look at colorful birds that waded and flew in the caged forest of the
aviary.  When they reached the bottom, Mara instinctively counted the
children.  Twenty-nine.  Then she looked up through the aviary.  The
square-headed man was near the top, coming down the stairs.  She
hurried the children through the revolving doors and onto the trail
that led by the tigers.

Should she tell the others?  They had their hands full with the
children.  So she kept watch as best she could and minded the end of
the line where Tommy Sliver did his best to stay with the crowd.

The square-headed man didn't appear while they looked at the four
tigers -- mother and father with two sons.  Mara breathed a sigh of
relief and smoothed back her ear length raven hair.  One couldn't be
too cautious, she soothed herself.  Maybe he had stopped to look at
the fishing cat.  What mattered was he was no threat to the children,
especially her most concerning charge, Tommy Slivers.]

They wound their way through the forest, stopping to look at the okapi
and the hippo.  After each stop, she counted the children --
twenty-nine little girls and boys.  The class loved the hippo with its
tiered viewing area and its underwater view.  Everyone had to sit on
the bronze hippo and get a selfie.  A couple dragged her into the
shot.  When the class moved on to see the otters, she turned around.
The square-headed man was back, slicking his greasy hair.  He avoided
her gaze and looked at the hippo.  Could it be coincidence?   Mara was
unsure and kept counting the kids.

They climbed the hill that led past the whiskered Red River Hogs and
into the panda exhibit.  Mara counted the children as Cheral and
Maxine led them in.  Twenty-nine. They were fortunate today.  There
was no line and the children had the pandas all to themselves.  Mara
drifted behind the backs of the children, seized with wonder at the
sight of the bears that she had known only through storybooks and
stuffed animals before moving to San Diego to teach, a year ago.  The
pandas didn't do much that was exciting:  they chewed on bamboo and
engaged in contemplation that mystified their visitors.  For a moment,
Mara forgot about the children and her duties for the day:  she just
joined the rest in enjoying the sight of the loans from China.

After several minutes, Maxine decided to call the class to move on.
The sun bears were ahead and they were a particular favorite of hers.
As the children filed out of the panda exhibit, Cheral counted them.
Twenty-eight, she declared.

"Mara, is there anyone back there with you?"  Mara swung around.  The
space was empty.  She rushed out front to make a count of her own:
Twenty-eight!  Maxine took roll while Cheral counted again and Mara
looked at the faces one by one.

"Tommy Silver is missing,"  Maxine announced.

Mara went back into the exhibit.  No sign of the boy.  When she rushed
out the entrance, she looked up and down the hill.  The usual weekday
couples and a few families.  But there -- about a hundred yards ahead
-- the square-head was leading Tommy up the moving ramps.

"I see him!" she cried, running past the children and her fellow
educators.  "Find Zoo Security!  Tell them that a child has been
abducted!"

The man and his captive were at the top of the ramp, turning left onto
another, similar ramp.  She ran as fast as she could, pushing people
out of the way, people who sometimes pushed back.  When she reached
the curve, she thought she saw them turn right up some stairs.  Her
breath was failing her, so she stopped for a moment to catch it.  When
she felt she had enough of her wind to continue, she followed them
into a maze of bird cages filled with rare species.

Where had they gone?  Mara made a guess -- towards the gorillas.  But
when she arrived, they were nowhere to be seen.

The gates were not far away.  From a distance of half a football
field, she say them going past the gate.  The man handed the guard his
identification and patted Tommy Silver on the head.  The boy looked
back at her and grinned. Then they went out.

Oh no!  She ran up to the gate.  "You let him out," she told the guards.

"Who?"

"The child abductor," she said.

The guards looked befuddled.  "The only people who went out were
parents who could prove that they were with their own children.
Everyone else we held back," said the leader.  "Are you one of the
teachers?"

"Yes!"

"Maybe you can check out these people here," he said with a sweep of
his arm.  "They couldn't prove that these were their children."  Mara
briefly scanned the crowd of frightened, dark-skinned Latinos.

"No, I am telling you that he went out."

"We didn't let anyone out who couldn't prove that he or she was the
parent, lady," the guard captain said.
Mara had enough of this.  She dashed past the checkpoint and began
looking for the pair.  This guy was clever, she thought.  He must have
been planning to abduct Tommy for a long time.  He had the
identification, he knew where Tommy would be on this day, and he chose
his moment for the snatch perfectly.  How could I have been so stupid,
she thought, as she ran past the topiaries towards the parking lot.

A quick survey did not turn up the pair among the cars.  Had he
already driven away?  Was Tommy soon to be one of those milk-carton
kids who were never seen again?  She panicked and ran back to the
entrance.  Turning back to the parking lot she looked hard and saw the
boy getting off the carousel next to the miniature train.
They had time to ride the carousel?  All that searching and she had
not noticed that Tommy was going up and down on a wooden horse?  She
shamed herself for her lack of diligence and ran after them.  They had
a sizable lead as they walked past the museums.  How could she not
catch up while they ambled so?

When they came to the bridge, she thought she had a hope.  But a car
knocked her down in front of the Museum of Man.  As she got up, she
saw an Asian woman behind the wheel.  There was no injury.  The car
speeded off over the bridge before she could flag down the driver.  By
this time, her quarry was at the far end of the bridge.
She ran, pumping her legs as fast as she could manage.  When the man
and the boy turned into a neighborhood, she despaired.  Had he hidden
his car there?  Did he live among the houses?  But when she got to the
turn, they were not far ahead at all.  She picked up her pace.  The
man and the man paused in front of a large, two story Spanish colonial
style house and then went up the walkway, disappearing into the door.
Just before they went inside, Tommy turned to wave to her.

The double door was made of solid oak and wrought iron.  She pounded
on it as hard as she could.  "Let me in there, you bastard!"  Suddenly
both doors open and two pairs of arms grabbed her and pulled her
inside while a third person slammed the doors behind her.

Two women held her down on the tile floor.  The ginger-haired woman
stood talking to the square-head man.  "Here's the five thousand
dollars, Mr. Silver," she said, handing him the money.  "And here is a
two hundred dollar gift certificate for you, Tommy."

"What do you say to the lady?" asked Mr. Silver.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You're a very good boy, Tommy.  And thank you, Mr. Silver.  We may
have reason to do business again, I hope."
The two left.  Mara squirmed on the floor, trying to free herself of
the grip of the two women.  The ginger-haired woman laughed at her
plight and squatted down to talk to her.

"All this time, you thought Tommy was the target.  In truth, Miss Cohn
it was you."

Mara's head reeled from the forced fall.  She tried to get up, but the
two women had a firm grip on her.  One clamped a metal cuff around
Mara's left wrist and then pulled it around to her back where she
attached it to Mara's right wrist.

"Lift her up," ordered the ginger-haired woman.  The other two women
pulled Mara to her feet and held her arms while she sought to gain her
balance.  She recognized the Asian woman holding her left arm from the
car accident, but the brunette was new to her.

"Who are you?" she demanded of the ginger-haired woman.

"If I told you, you wouldn't remember," said the ginger-haired woman.
"So, there's no need for you to know it."
"You hit me with your car," Mara spat at the Asian.

"Not very hard, obviously," said the Asian.  "Otherwise you would be dead."

Mara started screaming.  The three women just laughed.  "You can
scream as long and as loud as you want," said the ginger.  "These
walls are four feet thick and there are no windows, despite what you
thought you saw outside."

"You'll never get away with this!" Mara regretted saying this.  She
sounded like someone out of a cheap mystery.
"Oh, but we have many times," said the ginger.  "You are number 27."

The captive's mouth dropped open. "You're going to kill me!"

"And what value would you be to us if we did?" said the ginger. She
addressed herself to her two comrades.  "Let her go.  She needs to
explore the house."

The hands holding her arms released.  She stumbled forward.  The women
held her up and let her steady herself. "Careful there,"said the
brunette.  "We don't want you hurting yourself." They let go of her
again.  This time she was able to stand, then take a step forward.
Suddenly, she kicked off her shoes and ran to the front door.  She
pushed against it, but it did not give.

"Locked, I am afraid," said the ginger.  "Try the hallways.  Explore a bit."

Mara ran down the west hall, checking every open door.  When she found
nothing but beds, she ran down the west hall where she found a
stairway leading up.  The upstairs proved just as empty.

The women followed her upstairs.  "You missed a door downstairs.
Would you like us to open it for you?"
The frightened raven-hair nodded slowly.  The Asian took her by the
arm and helped her down the steps.  Behind the staircase, she showed
her a door that she opened. "You haven't been down there yet, Mara,"
said the Asian, nudging her slightly over the first step.

Mara carefully stepped down.  The room she found herself in was well
lighted and filled with scientific equipment, a fireplace, and an
examination table.  A half-naked blonde woman sat on the floor,
masturbating.  The smell of her aroused pussy filled the room.

Mara heard the door close upstairs and a bolt click.

"Well, here we are," said the ginger.

Mara turned.  "You said that I was your target."

"Yes, you were," said the ginger.  "We have been watching you for a
few weeks.  Our client liked your tall, skinny, frame and your bouncy
little breasts.  We have been stalking you for a couple of months.

"We learned everything we could about you -- where you worked, where
you lived, where you liked to go when you had some time off.  We had a
few spy cams around your house, so our client could see your finer
aspects.  While we were checking you out, we noticed your neighbor,
Harmony.  Nice breasts and hips on that girl. Pretty blonde hair.
We're thinking of bringing her in just for ourselves.

"But to continue your story, we learned a few things about you that
helped us plan how we would take you.  The biggest thing that we
realize is that you like to take things into your own hands when you
feel that some helpless person is being threatened.  And we learned
that you wouldn't give up -- you wouldn't call the police, for
example, until you were sure about the situation.

"Which is why it was so easy to catch you.  Tommy Silver was in your class --"

"Is," spat Mara.

"Was.  That life is over.  But to go on, Tommy told his father about
the field trip.  Mr. Silver has worked with us before, so he came
right to us as soon as he knew where you would be today.  We arranged
our usual.  Tommy and his dad played out their part of the story and
you were hooked.  We just reeled you in."

The ginger walked forward and ran her hand down Mara's side.

"Don't touch me!" Mara cried as she tried to run back up the stairs.
The ginger's assistants grabbed her and brought her back.

"Now, this part isn't that important, but I like to humiliate my
captures, especially when they are as spunky and determined as you.
We can do this voluntarily or we can force it.  Your decision."

The raven-hair hung her head and murmured "OK, do what you will."

"Let's get you undressed. First, remove your socks.  Just toss them on
the floor over there."

Mara did as she was told.  The floor was cold.

"Now, take off that awful blouse. I never liked plaid."  Mara let it
slide down off her back and onto the floor.
The ginger came forward and ran her fingers along Mara's shoulders.

"How white you are.  I guess you never get much sun with that job of
yours? That is how my client wants you.  Take off the bra."

Mara began to whimper as she unfastened the clip in back and let the
bra fall to the floor.

The ginger's hand touched her orbs, petting her gently as Mara shivered.

"Come feel these, girls.":  The brunette and the Asian began feeling
Mara's torso.

"Very soft," said the Asian.  "We can't keep her?"

"No," said the ginger. "We have received payment in advance and,
believe me, it is substantial payment."

"She doesn't shave her underarms," said the brunette as she tickled there.

"And she has a love trail," added the Asian.

"We will have quite a bit of work to do then," said the ginger.  "Now
remove the skirt." Mara did as she was told.  Tears came to her eyes
as the rape continued. The ginger ran her hands from Mara's cleavage
to the waistband of Mara's panties. Mara began weeping openly.

"Poor little girl.  You never expected in a million years that this
would happen to you, did you?" Mara shook her head.  "All naked except
for--" The ginger inserted a finger into the waistband.

"Let's make a bet, girls.  Is she wet or not?"

"I'm not betting you on that one," said the brunette.  "This one is a
virgin.  They cream before they come every time."

This was too much for Mara.  Her body would soon betray her.  She was
liking this, liking it too much.  She wasn't a lesbian -- more of an
asexual -- or so she had told herself for many years.  This lack of
attraction helped make her a great teacher. A dribble of moisture
worked its way down her leg and she warmed all over as the three women
appraised her. She liked their dreadful attentions.

"Let's see if the little girl has grown up yet," said the ginger,
pushing her hand into Mara's panties.  "Oh, is she wet!  She is a
woman now for sure!  The client will be pleased.  Take off the panties."

The panties fell to the floor.  "Oh, Clit," said the ginger.  Pick up
these clothes and throw them into the fire."

"No!" cried Mara.  But Clit acted quickly, jumping up from the floor
and grabbing all the clothes before consigning them to the flames.

"Too late," said the ginger simply dismissing Mara's plea.

"She sure is a hairy one," said the Asian, stroking Mara's bush with
her fingers. Mara had never been touched down there by anyone except
herself.  The Asian found Mara's slit and probed it until the lips
parted and let her explore the interior.

Mara found her stomach rising up and down in rhythm with the Asian's
ministrations. She leaned against the brunette, who grabbed her
nipples and pulled.

"Never had an orgasm?"  Mara shook her head.  "Masturbated?"

"No."

The ginger raised her eyebrows incredulously then smiled. "Then this
will be a treat for you."
"Mistress," said Clit. "May I touch?"

"Yes, stroke her belly.  She likes that."

Clit moved her hands up and down Mara's stomach.  The teacher's head
fell back and she moaned as the threesome teased her to orgasm.  When
she came, she collapsed.

"Was that good?" the ginger asked.

"Yes, Mistress," said Mara, in imitation of Clit.

The ginger corrected her. "Oh, don't call me that.  Save it for your
real owner. Now drop to your knees and raise your arms over your
shoulders.  Very good."

The ginger produced a pair of scissors and cut Mara's armpit hair as
close as she could get to the skin.  Then the brunette brought forth a
razor and some shaving cream.  Mara shook as the razor glided over her
skin.

"Hold still," said the ginger.

Mara froze.  While the brunette performed her task, Clit played with
Mara's pubic hair.  The teasing spread through her entire body.

"Wait, dear," said the ginger.  "She's going to cum again."

The vaginal cream shot out of Mara's pussy as she convulsed from the
pleasure. She moaned loudly and sought out Clit's fingers with her
pubic mound.

"Well done, Clit," said the ginger.  "She is going to make our client
very happy indeed."

The brunette finishing denuding Mara's armpits.  Then the Asian took
the scissors and cut away the Mara's locks.
"Please!  Not this!" said Mara.

"No," said the ginger.  "We are going to deliver you as the client ordered."

The Asian paused while Mara protested and resumed when the ginger
calmed her again. She brought out a barber's cutter and cut Mara's
hair to nub.  Then the brunette shaved her completely bald.

"There," said the ginger.  "Let's see how pretty you look."  The Asian
held up a mirror.  Who was this woman, Mara asked herself?  Her head
was smaller than she had ever realized and shaped differently.  She
felt her naked dome in wonder.

"The client is going to love her," said the Asian.  "Are you sure that
we can't have her for ourselves?"
"She has a sister," said the ginger.  "Up in San Francisco.  We can
capture her and take her through the conversion."

"Is she as pretty?" asked the Asian.

"At least as much," said the ginger. "I will put her on the schedule
for next month.  As a special gift to you for all your hard work."

"What about me," said the brunette.

"I was thinking of giving Harmony to you.  We've shared Clit for a
long time and I think it is time that we each have our own."

Mara was devastated at the thought that her sister would undergo this
same ritual of humiliation.  Ann was just a year younger.  What kind
of life had she led her sister into?

"Now up on the table with you," said the ginger.  "Very good."

The three captors strapped Mara to the stainless steel table and
spread her legs.

"Please, don't hurt Ann."

"We're not going to hurt Ann, dear Mara," said the ginger.  "We're
going to make her into a pleasure child like you and Clit."

The brunette lathered up Mara's groin.  "Not there!  I'm not a little girl!"

"No, of course you are not a little girl," said the brunette.  "You're
about to be turned into a piece of property designed to fit the
owner's specifications.  First, we've done your armpits and then your
head.  Now you can't have a love trail and a hairy pussy if those are
clean.  Stay still while I do my work.  I don't want to cut you."

Mara did not move.  She felt the blade remove the line of hair
reaching to her navel and her pussy hair. When the brunette was done,
she wiped the area clean and then removed any stray hairs she found on
Mara's body.
"Don't you look perfect!" said the ginger.  "Let's give you a look."
She pulled an overhead mirror into place and ran a finger down Mara's
body.  Mara started to feel a gentle rush of orgasmic stimulation as
she watched the ginger play with her.  Sex was something she had
avoided, but now she found herself engulfed in it.  She so wanted to
stay here with the four women, but another, wiser voice told her that
she should escape at the first opportunity and end this operation.

"Oh, what to do now, dears."  The brunette and the Asian began
maneuvering the medical equipment around Mara's nude body. "Yes, I
think it is time."  She gave Mara's left nipple a little flick and
giggled.  "It's over now," she said.  "The life you had lived.  No
more being a teacher.  No more being Mara Cohn."

Mara felt a stabbing pain in her right arm.  "Hold very still for me,
dear," said the Asian. She plunged a yellow serum into Mara's arm and
withdrew the needle.  "There now, it is all over."

"OK," said the ginger, "that completes the first stage."  She pulled
at Mara's clitoris hood and sneaked a finger underneath.  Mara
suddenly found that she could think of nothing else.

"That is so you awake feeling pleasure," said the ginger, massaging
the area.  Mara moaned in ecstasy.  When she escaped, she thought, she
would go to the lesbian bars and find a dyke who knew how to do this.

"Hold her down, Clit."  Clit took hold of her shoulders.  Mara wanted
her to direct her attention to the hips.  Why not the hips?

"Now lean her head back and hold it, girls."  The Asian grabbed either
side of her head and tilted it.  Mara resisted the pressure, so the
brunette affixed a head clamp.

"Very good," said the ginger.  "Are we comfortable, Mara Cohn?"

"Not very," said Mara.

The ginger affixed a device on either side of her head.  On some of
the monitors, Mara saw her own brain in greenish-silver light.

"What is happening?" Mara asked.

"It is time to say goodbye, Mara Cohn.  After this, you will never have been."

Mara tried to struggle, but the straps held her firmly and the
pulsating sensations coming from her cunt made it hard for her to
think about escape.  One moment she was fighting, the next she was
enjoying what they were doing to her.  And each moment, she spent more
and more time cumming.

"Say goodbye, Clit."

"Goodbye, Mara," said Clit.

The ginger produced a long, needle-sharp probe.  As the girls and the
clamp held Mara's head in place, the ginger inserted the probe up
Mara's nose.  Just as it penetrated the back of her sinus and entered
the brain, Mara felt excruciating pain coupled with an intense orgasm.
  A red blackness flooded her consciousness.

"Goodbye, Mara Cohn," said the ginger.