Property of the RC - Chapter 10
The Conditioning Centre
Marcus stood outside the conditioning centre and looked at his two sluts as they carried out their regular morning exercises. Through the glass wall he could see both parts of the room, the outer treatment room, and inner bedroom. After 6 weeks both Bitch Emily and her mom Milf Sophie had made great progress. Bitch Emily had grown accustomed to her fuck doll body, with her oversized tits and trout pout lips, her awkwardness had been replaced by an eagerness to please and to show off her new looks. Milf Sophie had also progressed from being a reluctant middle aged cunt into an empowered black cock slut, this change had been led by the physical and cosmetic changes he made to her. With their matching hair colours and style, along with matching tattoos and piercings both sluts looked like sisters now, one a little older than the other, but sisters all the same rather than mom and daughter.
Marcus was happy to let the conditioning centre staff take care of his sluts retraining, but once a week he would call in to check on their progress. Conditioning centres had been set up in most urban areas by the Repatriation Company as a means of initiation and re-education for sone of the more difficult white sluts. Sure most white women responded well enough to being black cock sluts with drugs alone, but they found that some needed a little more concentrated effort to bring out the obedient slut within.
Bitch Emily had grown to enjoy her morning workouts, for a brief time each day it gave her a chance to think about something other than black cock, and she knew that once she had completed her session she would be rewarded with a fresh anal plug to dose her with Bliss for the rest of the day. The apartment she shared with her mom Milf Sophie was a single room, a large double bed was the only furniture, with a rowing machine and treadmill between it and the end wall where a giant flat screen tv constantly played interracial porn music videos, on the other side of the bed was a wet room shower/toilet area with a glass screen to stop water splashing around, dotted around the walls were various sex toys,dildos, harnesses, gags, and whips, all of which had been used at some point on both sluts.
A mirrored wall ran the full length of the room, and on the wall opposite the tv was a single locked door leading to the treatment room where they would spend each afternoon. Today Bitch Emily was doing an upper body workout on the rowing machine, it always felt like an extra effort to move her arms around her GG tits as she pulled on the rowing bar, and her thigh high boots made it difficult to bend her knees fully as she pushed back, but she continued each stroke forcefully building up a sheen of perspiration on her naked body.
Milf Sophie watched the TV screen intently as she strode along on the treadmill, naked except for a pair of 6"platform sandals. She loved watching the constant stream of videos, the girls in them always looked so happy, and they always got such big black cocks. Something about the videos mesmerised her and made her want to OBEY. She knew she needed to keep working on her body to PLEASE HIM, and that she needed to look good because she was a WORTHLESS SLUT. After her first few cosmetic treatments, hair extensions and being dyed blonde to match her daughter she knew she had no choice anymore over how she looked, but rather than being reluctant she actually started to want to IMPROVE herself, and become a fake FUCKDOLL like her daughter. Every day now she begged Marcus to give her fake tits like Bitch Emily.
Watching Bitch Emily and Milf Sophie work out always fascinated Marcus. It was the one point of the day when the two sluts were without their anal plugs, so their actions were (almost) entirely their own rather than a response to the drug Bliss which made them submissive cock hungry whores like every other Bliss addicted white slut owned by the Repatriation Company. Of course the conditioning room played its part, with TV screen flashing subliminal messages every few seconds, and a constant soundtrack playing with black cock slut affirmations embedded in the music. Marcus had complete control of the two sluts and their environment, controlling what they did, what they saw, and how they acted.
Hell, he even controlled time, or at least their perception of time, as each day for them was in fact just 8 hours, 2 hours sleep, 2 hours exercise, 2 hours of beauty treatments and 2 hours of being fucked, at which point it repeated over and over again.
Bitch Emily took a break from the rowing machine, stood up and walked over to her mom. She gave an encouraging slap to her moms ass as she walked on the treadmill. Her mom made no protest at this and wiggled her ass more as she strode along. Emily walked to the end wall where the door was. She flicked her long blonde hair back over her shoulder and removed one of her hooped earrings. Carefully she scratched a tiny mark in the door frame, to join the other marks, 168 in total. She knew that soon the door would open and someone would come in with 2 fresh anal plugs for them, sometimes it was another slut collared and naked just like themselves, and sometimes best of all it was Marcus himself.
Once plugged again for the rest of the day they would be taken into the adjoining room for an afternoon of treatments, this could either be lip fillers, hair styling, fresh ink, tanning or usually a combination of all of these. With a fresh plug dosing them with Bliss, this time was spent in dreamlike ecstasy and ended with them both being completely horny and ready both physically and mentally for an evening of fucking a stream of black cock studs.
Milf Sophie looked briefly over her shoulder and saw her daughter make another one of her marks on the door frame, she herself had long since lost track of time. She enjoyed the routine of her days now, they seemed to pass so quickly. Get up, work out, get ready, get fucked and then bed. No wonder she always felt so tired. Sophie wondered what today's treatments would be. She looked down at her tits as they gently bounced as she strode along the treadmill, she was still lactating and her boobs were constantly swollen, she knew she's would be milked as part of the treatments. But what she really wanted were big round tits like her daughter, she just couldn't get the thought out of her head.
Marcus was pleased with both sluts progress, Bitch Emily now acted as slutty as she looked, and Milf Sophie had become almost evangelistic about her love of black cock. The subliminal sounds and visuals they were constantly bombarded with had done their job, their was just one final step required before they could be released from the room and sold on to become useful profit making sluts for the Repatriation Company. To do that they both would need to be ready for breeding, to have them decide that they wanted to carry a black baby, and for them to bring an end to their pure white blood line.
Bitch Emily had long since realised that the days in the conditions room were artificially short, she had become aware of the subliminal signs and had tuned them out, even the recent addition of the word BREED over and over again, she had learnt to disregard them all. Sure she played along with what was expected of her while she waited for her chance, as each day repeated itself over and over again she perfected her plan. She stared at the mirror wall looking for a sign, today she saw it, a brief flash of light through the mirror.
She knew she had a brief amount of time, that the effect of the drugs were at their lowest point at this time of the day, plus the natural endorphins from the physical exercise gave her own body enough of a boost to make her have some sort of free will for just a few short moments, before she would be plugged again and lost in thoughts of fucking black cock for the rest of the day.
Marcus scratched his wrist, sunlight from the skylight reflected off the face of his watch. He didn't expect what happened next. It was almost as if Bitch Emily was looking straight at him, he knew that it was impossible that she could see him, but still she stared in his direction as she picked up a leash from the rack of toys on the wall and clipped it to the collar around Milf Sophie's neck.
