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Free Ride II- Saving The Toys ( mf, ff, mc, md )
Part 4
by Farleven     farleven@yahoo.com
January 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/

The next few weeks passed very slowly.  My returned sense of self was
suppressed but I could still feel it beneath the mask I had to wear.  I
don't think anyone could have suspected the truth, I still did
everything I had done before, and was only glad that my training had
advanced far enough to free me from the constant fucking I had so
enjoyed earlier.  It was truly odd, that I could look back almost fondly

at the memories of what I had done, like they were viewed through the
lens of my attitudes at the time.  I was grateful for that, I don't
think I could have dealt with what would have been my true reaction to
my treatment and behavior.

While everything else was the same, I was able to think of things beyond

classes and Marti for the first time in months.  In truth, my thoughts
turned most to my own future.  Certainly, I still loved Marti, but I
knew that could change if my programming was reversed.  I realized now
just how pointless my old life had been.  I'd spent all my time
preparing for my future, but I hadn't lived my life.  I certainly hadn't

wanted to be turned into a sexual plaything, but it had given me a
perspective on some of what I'd been missing.  It wasn't just the sex
though, it was everything else too.  I'd looked myself in my room to
study when there were sunny spring days to enjoy, friends to make, and
in general life to live.  So, here I was realizing how much I'd wasted
when I had the freedom to choose, and now I was left with the hope that
I could seek my own path again someday soon.

It wasn't until I'd returned from my day with Marti that I even thought
about Kylie.  I had thought to talk to him about her, but my programmed
response to his presence had washed any thought of Kylie from my mind,
and after that so many other things distracted me that the subject
hadn't came up.  I wondered if he knew, or by now guessed what had
became of her.  It didn't matter much though, I knew.  If he could
rescue me he could rescue her too.

It was nearly a month before Marti returned for a second visit.  This
didn't really surprise me, it would have taken time for him to make his
plans and it was customary not to allow too much access to the students
here to their partners.  I was very happy to see him, and shamelessly
gave him a passionate kiss the moment he cleared the front gate.  In
part this was still part of the act, but I real had missed him.  We soon

strolled back out to the same spot we'd made love at the last time and
sat down.

"How are you holding up?" He asked.  He'd looked a bit worried after we
started our little walk.

"Okay, I'm glad to see your still in one piece.  It's been really weird
seeing everything going on around me with my old sense of propriety
back.  I'm just kind of glad I couldn't really act on any of the
feelings." I answered.  It was an odd state of being, knowing just how
wrong everything around me was, and not only did I not say anything but
I even participated.  "The sex ed classes are the strangest though,
doing everything so openly and like it's just some fucked up gym class."

Marti just gave me a twisted smile at that.  "I bet.  Well I've had a
little luck in getting things together.  I shipped in a package for you.

It's a model truck I built, but if you twist and pull off the hubcaps I
stowed away some little wireless cameras.  They're very special little
cameras that should make them hard to detect when they transmit.  I want

you to place them in some places where they can capture incriminating
evidence.  Since they think you're just another student, I don't think
you should have a problem."

"I guess not, is there any place special you'd like me to put them?" I
asked.

"You know the inner workings here better than I do, use you're best
judgement, though I'd guess that the offices would be a good place to
start." Marti instructed.  That seemed reasonable enough to begin with,
Mr. Redgar and the rest of the administrators would certainly provide
plenty of evidence with just their normal behavior.  Even getting in
wouldn't be too much of a problem, I had another scheduled meeting for
the fall semester coming up, and that would work perfectly.

"Is that all that we're going to do?" I asked.  Certainly this would
provide some evidence, but I wasn't sure that it would be enough.

"I have some other things going on, but I don't want you to know about
them at this point.  If they catch you I don't want you being able to
compromise any more of the plan than necessary.  Also if they do catch
you, I want you to tell them that it was my father that told you to
plant the cameras for as long as you can.  Eventually they'll wear you
down, but if they come for my dad, that will warn me that you were
discovered so I can run and come up with another plan." Marti explained.

It all seemed reasonable enough, though certainly cold.  I knew there
wasn't a choice, and though I could help a lot, Marti was the one who
would truly be saving me.  If he was caught, there was no hope for me to

ever make it out of this place, though it was possible that I would be
brainwashed back to a state where I didn't mind my fate at all.

"I understand, I just hope everything works out." I said, wrapping
myself around him.  He hugged me back warmly.

"I do too, Ana.  I can't believe what they've done to you here, and I
won't let them keep you." Marti replied, patting me on the head to
comfort me.  I was just gushing with emotion, everything that had been
pent up over the last month, suspended below the surface just came
bubbling out.  It felt good being in his arms, and we just stood there
like that for a while.

After that we sat and had lunch.  I told him that Kylie was here as well

and he stormed around the clearing for a while, quietly cursing.  I
think he knew, suspected anyway, that she had been here with me, but it
still hurt to know for sure.  Finally he settled down, and we both laid
down and just watched the clouds go by for a while.  Eventually, I
offered myself again, and we spent the rest of the afternoon naked and
fucking.  It was wonderful and over all too soon for my tastes.  Still,
he had to leave when he had to leave, and I just gave him one last
passionate goodbye kiss before he left.

His gift was waiting for me when I returned to my room.  I waited until
Kylie was out to examine the wheels, and pulled out six small cameras.
Each was no larger than a quarter, and seemed to be mostly just a lens
and with a few small slits that I figured was for the microphone.  On
their back was a small tab and I peeled it away just enough to see that
they were backed with adhesive.  All I had to do was find a convent spot

and stick them there.  With any luck no one would find them until after
Marti had made his move.

It was an adventure placing the little cameras.  First I didn't exactly
have pockets in any of the clothes I wore now, so I could only carry one

or two at a time snuggly tucked between my breasts.  Getting them out
was pretty fun too, since I didn't exactly wear low cut dresses, but I
managed.  Sneaking around was different too, I could feel how contrary
it was to my programming.  If not for Marti's orders I couldn't have
done it, but I finally pulled it off.  I placed one camera in Mr.
Redgar's office, though it never would see anything placed where I put
it.  It would pick up his counseling sessions which I figured would be
plenty interesting with just the audio anyway.  I actually managed to
hide another camera in a small tree that was placed in the
administrative conference room.  Another went into the auditorium.
Since the fall semester was soon to begin, I assumed that there would be

another indoctrination session, and with that plenty of evidence for
Marti.  The rest got placed around campus in odd spots where I hoped
they might pick up something interesting, like the classrooms and dorm
halls.

All that was left for me to do after that was wait, and everyday was
just painfully long.  Every time I saw one of the teachers or
administrators coming near me, I bristled inside.  Nothing seemed amiss,

though, at least to them, but I was on edge.  If they caught me, I knew
I was toast for the immediate future, and likely Marti would join me
soon after.  I could hardly bear the thought, but I'd done what he'd
told me too and I couldn't have done other wise.

When I wasn't worried about being caught, my thoughts turned again to my

future.  I considered that I would like to go back to school, a real
school though.  I didn't know what I would take, but that didn't matter
just yet.  I also hoped Marti would still take me in, I knew it was my
nicely twisted thoughts that told me I wanted that.  Still, I couldn't
deny it either.  I also hoped to keep some of my changes in place, I
could certainly stand to retain some confidence and passion.  I wondered

just how possible it would be to remove my programming.  It would be an
almost supreme irony to go through all this and still remain a
brainwashed sex toy.

With the start of another fall semester, a special announcement was made

to all of us students.  Until the new class had adapted to our ways, we
were supposed to play it normal.  For the most part, it didn't matter,
most of us had already progressed to the state where most of our modesty

had returned.  Only those of us like Kylie who didn't have a respectable

destination had to change their behavior.  The biggest change would be
the temporary ending of open fucking across the campus and the sex ed
classes.  Since the dorms were segregated between current and new
students, the dorms would still be a free for all after the halls locked

up for the evening.  It was a necessary caveat for all the boys and
girls who needed to fuck with some regularity or else dissolve into a
sick kind of madness.

Kylie and I found ourselves watching the chaos of move in day from our
window.

"It's hard to believe that was us a year ago." I laughed, I could feel
my programming hard at moments like this.  I was programmed to be happy
for them, when in truth I wished I could run out and tell them all what
was in store for them if they stayed.  I couldn't very well do anything
now though, and I knew it.  The worst thing was if I did try to warn
them, no one would listen to me, and if they did, they'd end up on the
fast track to reprogramming.

"If only they knew." Kylie giggled.  She had her skirt rapped up around
her waist and was casually rubbing her clit while she surveyed the new
class.

"See anything good?" I asked.  It wasn't quite natural making small talk

anymore, but I wore the mask well, and just let it do the talking for
me.  I was supposed to just objectify the new class, after all I'd be
called on to help tutor them to become every bit the playthings that
Kylie and I were.  I could hardly recall the last time I'd heard someone

complain about their fate, even Kylie's rages had been subjugated.  That

left me, alone with my senses, acting every bit the toy that all my
classmates had became.  If not for the hope of escape, this walking
nightmare would have long since torn me apart.

"A couple of hunks and plenty of cute girls.  To bad you can't join in
casually anymore.  I think this will be a bumper year for virgin
parties." Kylie smiled wistfully.  That certainly was an experience to
remember, I shuddered at the memory.  I could hardly believe it, but I
did warmly recall that evening and all that I'd done and all that had
been done to me.

"Well, there's still classes and tutoring.  I don't doubt I'll get to
enjoy most of the new ones." I replied, my own merry smile painted on my

lips.  The lustful tone to my voice unmistakable to my roommate.  It was

so weird, just letting myself go like this.  Even after two months it
was still unnerving to just let the mask take over, say what it wanted
to say and do what it would.  I can't fight it, fighting it would reveal

my freedom, but I couldn't escape the strangeness of my current reality.

Kylie giggled at my comment.  "I knew there was still a slut under all
those pretty dresses."

"Yep, but only for my Marti." I replied, momentarily feeling the mask
and my true feelings in sync.  It was a wonderful warmth, even though I
knew it was only a moment where my freedom touched my programming.  My
love for Marti was still sourced from my conditioning, and that
conditioning was the mask now, except for those things that had been
plunged to the depths of my soul.

"You're hopeless." Kylie laughed, and turned back out to the chaos
below.

I looked out again as well.  So many bright faces, so much hope, and all

so fully doomed.  I could only hope that Marti succeeded soon, before
these young men and women fell to their own reshaping.  I smiled,
licking my lips just like I was supposed to, though I was not thinking
the thoughts that were supposed to be going through my mind.  I wasn't
thinking of how good they'd be in bed, or how much fun it would be to
watch them change, but no own could have guessed it from the look in my
eyes.  The mask was set, and all I could do was wait and watch and hope.

***


I was walking to class at the beginning of the second week when I first
spotted a dark suited man.  He was dressed in a sharp black suit, with
jet-black hair and a pair of black sunglasses, just the perfect image of

a devious agent of evil.  I just shuddered when I saw him, but I didn't
stop, or stare.  I shouldn't have taken notice of him, I could even feel

that my mask had purposely ignored him.  With that I assumed they were
just part of scenery, someone I wasn't supposed to notice, and thus I
did my part and pretended not to notice them.

My worry about the dark man increased over the coming days.  Slowly it
seemed like they were everywhere, and each was carrying around small
devices with strange looking antennas.  They had discovered the cameras,

apparently and were tracking them down precisely.  I could see the
worried look on the faces of administrators and unprogrammed teachers.
They were all rattled, and I could only assume I was the reason.

I masked my concern for my safety the same way I had with everything
else.  Even for the presence of the dark men, school still went on as
normal and I had an odd perspective to watching my new classmates slowly

fall to their reprogramming.  The girls were quickly wearing ever-
shorter skirts and revealing blouses, and some had even forsaken
underwear, especially bras.  I did catch view of more than a few naked
pussies on the new girls though.  The guys were doing their part to,
going around with tighter shirts and shorts.  Some were going topless
too, much to my own carnal delight.  I might be in love, but my carnal
appetites were still very alive and well.  Watching the new students run

around in an obvious daze as their world shifted was almost enough to
let me forget my own worries, but not for long enough.

The lack of sex ed classes left me with a new yearning as well.  I was
still a very sex charged young woman, but I was honor bound to not
engage in recreational sex without Marti's permission.  I hadn't even
considered that I wouldn't have classes to blow off steam in, and I soon

found myself resorting to using a nice thick dildo on my pussy while
Kylie got to fuck real live guys in her bed.  It wasn't nearly the same
thing, sex was more than just having something in my pussy, though it
did help some.  If I did see Marti again, I'd have to get his permission

so I could fuck at least a little when classes weren't on.  I only hoped

he wouldn't think that I was some kind of slut, but I guess I was.  It
wasn't something I could help, it was what they'd made me.  They'd done
a remarkable job too.  I could admit that, even if I hated the thought
of what they'd done to me.

At the top of everything else was the thought that wouldn't leave my
mind.  The hope that Marti would come, soon, and save me.  That he would

come and whisk me away to some safe place where he could ravish me and
we would never be apart.  It was the one thing keeping me going, and I
only hoped it wouldn't be long before it happened.  I knew I wouldn't
get any warning, it would all come quickly and then I'd either be the
perfect little sex toy again or I'd be free from this place.  It was all

beyond my control now, and I waited impatiently to find out just what
would happen.


***


The first sign that the day had came was a helicopter flying overhead.
I just looked up at the strange thing.  I couldn't remember any other
aircraft flying over the school before.  It had been placed out in the
middle of western Nebraska for a reason, no one came this way.  There
wasn't anything here, the nearest town was nearly deserted and still a
long way away.  The fields around the school were all owned by the
school, both to provide cover and prevent escape.  There was nothing out

here anyone could be interested in but us.

I didn't think much of the helicopter until a moment later when I saw a
small group of dark suited men run out of a building.  They were
carrying a strange looking device, some kind of odd electrical device
that reminded me of a cross between a tesla coil and an electro magnet.
They pointed it at the helicopter and I felt a strange sensation pass
through me.  The helicopter suddenly stopped making noise, and I watched

as it's rotor stopped and it fell quickly to the ground, crashing with a

large explosion just outside the school.  I realized that the device
must have been some kind of EMP weapon, and that the school was under
threat.

My heart raced with anticipation, but I just allowed my mask to sit
tight for the moment, and continued on my way to class.  With luck this
would be the final moments of my time here, but I could not very well
risk discovery now.  I strolled off, wondering just what was next and
hoping for salvation.

I hadn't even gone a hundred yards before I found out.  A plane flew
overhead spraying a white mist into the air.  I instinctively covered my

mouth as I watch the mist drift down, wondering what it could be.  As it

enveloped me, I quickly discovered it was some kind of knock out gas as
I felt myself drift away.  I fell to the ground and fell asleep.

I groggily awoke some time later, I had no way of know how long I'd been

out.  I was lying in a bed, still dressed for class.  I took a quick
look around to see many rows of cots lined around me, all filled with
fellow students, some waking but most still looked asleep.  My head
pounded slightly, and I lay back, wondering just what had happened.
Either we were being prepared for reprogramming or being checked out in
some kind of field hospital, I couldn't tell.  All I could do again was
wait, and hope that my head quick pounding.

A few minutes after I woke up a young woman in military uniform came by
with a small cart.  She walked up to me with a glass of water and a
couple of pills.  She looked shocked and sympathetic at the same time.
"Hello, take this, it'll help with the head ache."

I just nodded my thanks and quickly swallowed the pills and emptied the
glass.  If this was malicious there wasn't much chance of escape now,
and I was quickly feeling that I might just be free.

The woman took the glass back and continued on to the next bed.  She
must be the first line of treatment, I figured.  I rested again, waiting

for the drugs to take hold.

It wasn't long before they did, and I sat up at the side of my bed and
looked around.  It was a very eerie scene.  All around me were my fellow

students laid out on beds under a big field tent that seemed to just
stretch on and on.  The new students all seemed rather animated and all
very curious as well.  The older students seemed just the opposite, few
of them had moved at all, and even those that had were sitting still on
the side of their cot like I was now.  I realized quickly that the mask
was still in place, I wasn't inclined to move either.  I knew that was
because these circumstances violated my programming.  I wasn't in the
school, or following my normal routine, thus I was reduced to a very
uncooperative or inactive state, until I found a way to escape and
return to the school.

For a moment this scared me.  The mask that I'd been forced to wear
since Marti had freed my mind could very well force me back into
captivity, just because Marti wasn't here to free me of it's control.  I

only hoped that my will would be strong enough to block the mask from
carrying me away if it saw the chance.  Even as this concern raced
though my mind, I sat expressionless and passive, waiting for what would

come next.

It was a long wait.  I ate at least three meals in that tent, and slept
an evening.  If it weren't for overhearing one of the soldiers talking
to the new students I wouldn't have known what was going on.
Apparently, information about the school had gotten out and the federal
government had sent in the FBI with some national guard backing to
secure the school.  Everyone would be kept here until more could be
found out about what had been done to us and appropriate action could be

taken to help.

It was the second day of my new captivity that I was welcomed by a very
friendly face.  I saw him off to the far reaches of the tent.  Inside I
beamed with joy, but I still couldn't move.  I still was in violation of

my programming, so all I could do was watch Marti slowly comb his ways
through the rows until he finally spotted me.

"Ana!" He shouted and ran over smiling.  He was at my side in mere
moments and I waited patiently for him to free me again.  Marti looked
me over for a moment, waving a hand in front of my face and everything
after I just started up at him passively.  I would have rolled my eyes
if I could have, sometimes Marti was just a little too dense for his own

good.

Then he shook his own head, remembering the obvious.  "Ana, you don't
have to listen to your programming anymore, okay?"

I jumped up and gave him the biggest warmest hug I could.  "Oh, yes,
Marti, I'm so happy.  Thank you so much for this."

Marti just hugged me back, and then we kissed wildly and passionately.
It had been too long since I'd seen him last and now I was free again,
and hopefully forever.

"Are we free, Marti?" I asked.

"Yes, Ana, I passed the feed from those camera through some people I
know till it reached the FBI and they arranged all this.  Mr. Redgar and

the administrators have all been arrested and special agents are going
through the school gathering evidence and finding out how you were
programmed so we can try to reverse it." Marti explained.

"Do we have to stay here?  I wouldn't mind having a little private time
with my hero." I winked with a wicked grin.  I was very well cock
starved for the last few weeks.  Now I just wanted to enjoy my first
fuck as a free woman.  Well, may be not completely free yet, but as
close as I'd come in a long time.

"I'm sure we can arrange to get you out of here.  I have a hotel room
back in town, not that it's much.  I want to find Kylie first before we
go." Marti replied.

With that I set out on a mad dash to find Kylie.  It didn't take long,
but we found her to be much in the state I had been.  Marti did his best

to try and snap her out of it but I just shook my head.

"We can't help her right now.  She's programmed not to respond in
circumstances like this.  Until they can deprogram her she'll be like
this unless they restart the school." I explained.  I didn't like it,
but there really wasn't anything we could do for her, she was too far-
gone, and had no one to immediately respond to like I had.  I just hoped

they'd be able to find a way to cure her and all the rest of the
students quickly.

Marti just sat there for a while, holding Kylie and trying his best to
know he cared.  I sat on her other side and did the same.  Just like I
had been, she was inside her head looking out, though I had no idea just

what would be running through her mind.  I hoped there was enough of her

there to recognize the concern and care from both of us.

After that we went back to Marti's hotel room.  He was right, it wasn't
much, but it had a bed and that was all we would need.  No sooner were
we through the door than I was pulling off my blouse and letting my
skirt fall to the floor.  I didn't even give Marti a chance to do more
than gape before I was standing in front of him completely naked.

I pushed myself up against him, and looked up into his eyes and smiled.
I was already aching with need, my recent celibacy and his rescue just
had my passions burning.  I could feel that Marti wasn't exactly playing

it cool either when I felt his hardness pressing into me through his
pants.

"Come on hero, don't you think it's about time for your reward?" I asked

as I unbuckled his pants.  "Besides there's no telling how long I'll
still be programmed to be your willing little fuck toy."

Marti shook his head for a moment with a look of odd resignation on his
face.  "Ana, your just lucky I didn't listen to you when you told me how

much you liked being my fuck toy."

I giggled at that as I pulled down his underwear and set free his
already stiff cock.  I had been very forthcoming about my feelings every

time we'd met, and it was true.  I did enjoy being his sex toy, I knew
it was completely artificial, or at least I wanted to believe it was,
but that didn't stop me from enjoying it.  Of course I was still
enjoying it, and soon, he'd be enjoying me, I though with an anxious
twinge from my almost painfully empty pussy.

"Well, enjoy the ride while it lasts, I know I will!" I laughed as I
pulled off his shirt with one long pull.  We were standing there,
wonderfully naked and ready.  I pulled up to him again and enjoyed the
feeling of pressing my soft breasts into his hard chest.  Naked flesh on

naked flesh was such a wonderful feeling that I was in heaven and I
could feel our flesh quivering in anticipation of what was coming.

We exchanged one more sweet, soulful look before I felt his hands
suddenly grab onto my ass and lift me off the floor.  I squealed with
delight as he threw me onto the bed.  I fell on my back with a loud
whoosh of the covers and quickly spread my legs just in time for his
charge.  There certainly wasn't any need or desire for foreplay from
either of us, and no sooner had he jumped on the bed then I felt his
shaft probe at my gates.  Marti cupped both of my breasts in his hands
and then thrust himself fully into my anxious flesh.  I cried out in
ecstasy as my breasts were squeezed and my pussy filled with the hard
shaft of the man I loved.  There could be nothing more perfect than
being used and loved just like this.

I wouldn't even care to guess what the neighbors thought was going on in

our room for that entire evening.  I was certainly not a quiet lover,
and I coaxed more than my share of groans and grunts from my own hero as

we fucked away the day.  It was wonderful, more than I could have
imagined, even from our earlier encounters.  There wasn't anything left
to fear, no chance that Marti would find himself a boy toy for some rich

woman, and I think that helped us enjoy the evening all the more.

Falling asleep in Marti's arms was wonderful as well, another thing I'd
missed since my celibacy began.  Sleeping with Kylie had always been
nice but there was a difference between the silky softness of my
roommate, and my nice hard man, something I enjoyed completely as we
drifted off to sleep after an evening of shared passion.  For the
moment, I was content, and drifted off without worries for the first
time in a long while.

***


The next morning I dressed again, and Marti took me to a special
hospital that had been set up to deal with us students.  I kissed him a
loving goodbye before the orderlies took me to my room.  It wasn't hard
to tell that this was a psychiatric hospital, and I understood it.  The
disturbing thing was being placed in a suicide proof room.  I knew why
of course, they didn't have any idea what self destructive programming
had been imbedded in us in case of capture.  It didn't really help my
mood any, not only wasn't Marti allowed to see me while I went under
treatment, but I might very well off myself before I could be cured.

The suicide concern was quickly overshadowed by the deprogramming
process.  In my lucid moments I recounted the numerous methods they
tried to free me from my programming.  At first they tried simple
methods, hypnosis and mild drugs along with therapy.  I didn't make much

progress though, and the other older students faired even worse than I
did.  The new students fair much better, and most were let go except for

the unfortunate few that had apparently been the highly suggestible
type.

The next round of deprogramming was even worse on me.  Sleep depravation

and harsher drugs were combined with other harsh methods.  I wasn't even

lucid for most of it.  When they finally let me drift back to reality
they all showed obvious concern.  I was something of a best case, even
though I hadn't really changed.  I had been basically in control of
myself except for the most deeply ingrained portions of my programming.
After my second round of treatment, some of the staff even suggested
that it wasn't entirely programming, that my love for Marti was genuine
and that my programming had simply sparked off a natural nymphomania in
me.  I wasn't too sure about any of those theories, and neither were
most of the staff, but I hadn't improved from the treatment.

The reason why that was so odd was that the second round of treatment
had broken nearly all of the students out of their programming.  There
were still some side effects, but they'd been chalked up to the whole
process of being turned into sex slaves and then back again.  Most of
the guys and gals had elevated sex drives and less modesty.  The other
behavior modifications had fallen away and they were themselves again.
Even Kylie was back to normal, though I heard that she'd taken up a
sincere streak of shyness after being deprogrammed.

My treatments continued on for several more months.  I couldn't really
remember much of it, given that I was often drugged or dazed as they
tried to work my mind free.  Some weeks later I found myself drifting
back to normal, and after a day or so of basically being free of
treatment I was dressed up in a modest hospital gown and met my parents
and Marti in my chief doctors office.

I hadn't seen my parents since that fateful move in day at school and we

just hugged each other for a long time.  I could see the worried look in

both their eyes, and I even caught a look of sympathy from my mother
when she looked down at the new bust I was proudly pushing out.  I
hadn't even remembered how odd they were until I saw that look in her
eyes.

"I'm sorry to have to say this, but there isn't anything more that we
can do for you, Ana, without risking serious injury.  We do have some
treatments available, but I wouldn't risk them without your consent."
The doctor Mathers explained after my family greetings were over.

I was already well aware of how well my treatments had work, or rather
hadn't.  I could already feel my pussy getting warm just sitting beside
Marti, and it didn't even bother me that I knew my parents could smell
my aroused musk.  I knew it would have bothered the old me.  Even the
fact that I was lewdly pressing my thinly covered body against Marti
openly would have bothered me before, but I was too happy with his
presence to even consider pulling myself away.

"So what happens to her if she doesn't get any more treatment?" My dad
asked, his concern and worry ringing in his voice.

"Well, I would assume that Ana's attachment to Marti and her less than
modest approach to her behavior would continue.  Aside from that, we
can't see any other elements of her programming in her behavior."
Mathers explained.  He had done his best for me, that we both knew.  I
couldn't fault him, not that I really minded my current behavior, it was

who I'd became after all.

"It's okay, Mom and Dad, I know it's weird, but I really do love Marti
and we'll be great together.  I know I'm a bit more open about my
sexuality now, but I wouldn't dream of not being faithful." I tried to
reassure them.

"What are you saying?" My mother asked.  We both knew of course, I'd
already discussed it with Marti before, and I'm sure my mother could
guess by now.  I wasn't about to leave it to chance though.

"If Marti will still have me, we're going to get married." I giggled.
It had been a long and serious discussion after my first round of
treatments failed, but I convinced Marti to accept me if I couldn't be
deprogrammed.  I certainly couldn't think of life without him, and I
knew I'd make the perfect wife too.  "I'm not going to give up my life
though, after I'm done here I'm going back to school.  I haven't decided

what for yet, but I have a lot to catch up on.  Then we can have a nice
little wedding and live happily ever after."

"I wouldn't dream of letting Ana waste herself dolting on me anyway.  I
promise I'll take good care of her though.  I love her very much, and
she's a very special woman." Marti reassured them, wrapping his own arm
around me and gently hugged me.

My parents just sat there and hugged each other for a moment.  I could
tell they had guessed this would happen.  They had already given in to
this possibility, though I knew they weren't happy with it.  This wasn't

the kind of thing that parents could easily accept, especially after all

of this had happened.

We finished discussing my last days at the hospital, a few final tests
and checks to make sure I would be ready.  I went back to my room after
that and let myself sleep.  The last treatments had been tiring and I
was more than ready for some rest.

When it came time to leave, Marti was the only one to meet me.  I looked

out at the snow covered ground and my thoughts fell back to almost a
year ago.  It had been a day not too unlike this that I'd found out who
my future husband would be.  I looked over at him and smiled at the
memory.  I would never have guessed just what would happen after that,
or that I would find myself in his arms at the end.  I knew that the
doctors could never believe it, but I really did want him, it wasn't
just the remnants of my programming.  I wanted him, and I knew that we'd

make a great couple and have a marvelous life together.

Marti wrapped his arm around me as we walked out of the hospital and
kissed my cheek.  I leaned my head over and rested it on his arm and
smiled.  My hand wrapped around the little locket I'd been given that
fateful day, and I squeezed it, thankful for such a wonderful ending,
and an exciting beginning.

The End

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