It was the most important day of her life, so her Servitor-Leader had told her. Her entire existence from when she was sold into Empire service was building to this day. She had reached her legal majority and was now prepared to begin her role.

She was a slender human female. Pale skinned with hair the color of straw and eyes the color of the algae tanks. By Empire standards she was attractive and that had allowed her parents to graduate from slave status to serf. She was also a rarity in a human population of dark hair and medium skin tone. Pales and Darks were a niche taste and every top House had some.

At first she resented her parents for having given her over to the Houses, but a side affect of the Conditioning implant she had received during her accelerated maturation inculcated acceptance at her position in the scheme of things. She had no idea how long it had been since she was separated from her parents. She had been in stasis while her growth had been accelerated and her mind stimulated to reach full maturity. The Empire frowned on using immature Servitors and hers was a reputable House, but she was valuable and they didn’t want to wait for her to mature naturally before getting some return on their investment.

Servitors were a class apart, neither serf nor slave but not Freeborn either. Other classes functioned similarly, like the Factors, chosen for their ability to visualize trans dimensional space, or the Directors, chosen for their ability to bond with the artificial minds that ran the systems the Empire depended on. She was an Empie, chosen for the strength of her emotional output. Human Empies were common, many broadcast their emotions and feelings for those who can sense them even without Conditioning. Strong Empies were rare. That she happened to fall in the ninetieth percentile for physical attraction, humanoid standard, in addition to being a strong broadcaster meant she was of significant value and her becoming a Servitor with one of the Pleasure Houses was almost foreordained.

Her parents were made an offer they couldn’t refuse and her Conditioning told her that she should be proud to be of service. She supposed she was. Her high value made her accelerated maturation inevitable. The House had an investment in her they wanted to recoup as soon as possible. They also wanted her sequestered so she could be sold intact to her first buyer. Virginity had significant appeal to many of the species capable of reading emotion. The rush of sensation, of emotions and of feelings concurrent with the defloration of an Empie female were worth a small fortune to the right buyer. As much as the House had paid to obtain her, they would recoup far in excess in exchange her her hymen alone. She would be pure profit after that. She would be able to keep part of her commissions, theoretically allowing her the opportunity to buy out her contract, though the house would do its best to keep her in debt bondage to them by charging her for food, water, air, medical services, et cetera.

A mech came for her. Her door irised open and the squat machine glided in and beeped at her. The translator chip implanted behind her right ear allowed her to interpret it as “come this way,”

She stood and followed through the hallways, her eyes looking down as Conditioned. The mech led her to a doorway marked with the symbol of the medical guild. The mech beeped at her to enter. The door irised open and she walked in.

The room was brightly lit. Opalescent light glowed through the walls and ceiling. A large table was just off the center of the room with a sensor suite over it. Two humans stood to the side. A standard female in the headdress of a Senior, otherwise naked but for the jewel that marked her as a Servitor, and a modified male in a blue unisuit. The woman appeared to be unaugmented with a full cosmetic suite and no hair below her head. The male’s left arm ended in an artificial hand. It was detachable, able to be replaced with any number of surgical or diagnostic hands. The current hand appeared to be human standard. The iris of his artificial left eye gleamed golden, its sensors coordinated with the hand to function in tandem, sending images directly into his optic nerve from the various sensor probes.

“Remove your shift girl,” the Senior commanded.

She pulled the garment over her head and handed it over, standing naked.

“You shall never again wear the garment of youth,” the Senior said, “Nor will you be called girl. Today you earn your name. You are Leara.”

“I am Leara,” she repeated back, the name feeling unfamiliar on her tongue. She supposed she would get used to it.

“Your first assignment has been selected,” the Senior went on. “Your initiation will be with The Vont Slynator of the Kreen.

She went cold at that. Through her Conditioning she knew of all 28 known races of the Empire. The Kreen were emotion readers. She expected her first assignment would be an emotion reader but the Kreen were psychic predators, they fed on strong emotion and not just the positive ones. A Vont was a member of the Kreen ruling class, meaning it was tougher and more aggressively dangerous than the vast majority of the species. She wanted to protest but her Conditioning stilled her tongue. Apparently it didn’t still her facial expression as the Senior scowled.

“You have something to say?” She asked, archly.

“No Senior,” she said, schooling her expression to stillness and finding the calm as she had been Conditioned.

“Be happy the Kreen only consume feelings and not flesh. You owe a great debt to the House and this will only be the beginning of your repayment.” The Senior told her sternly. “Any physical damage done by the esteemed Vont will be repaired by the doctor. Now, doctor, do what you need to do. I shall observe.”

“Ge onto the table and lay on your back,” the male commanded Leara.

She complied and lay on the table. She felt the surface shift under her as the force field activated and conformed to her body. In just moments she was unable to move any part of her that had come in contact with the table and the table had disappeared, making it appear that she was floating in the air.

“I assume the House wants the standard cosmetic package?” He asked the Senior.

“Level Two package,” the Senior replied.

He cocked an eyebrow and nodded. “I’ll do the basic examination first to ensure there’re no defects from the forced maturation, the cosmetics and then the sensation level testing so we get as accurate a reading as possible.”

The Senior nodded once, firmly. “That will be acceptable. You must not damage her in any way. When doing the examination and emplacing the contraceptive implant use your smallest probe possible, her hymen must not be damaged. Should you require relief during the procedure, I’m authorized to supply it, this one must remain untouched.

“I’m honored Senior,” he said bowing deeply.

“Do your best work with this one, she’s very valuable,” the Senior said acknowledging the bow with a slight nod. “Now, to work.”

The doctor turned to the table and began to dictate.

“Subject is a Human standard female with no modifications other than Conditioning and translator implants. Subject Leara is approximately four centimeters taller than species average for this genotype. Forty-five point five kilograms. Limbs are proportionally longer than average for the genotype as well. Legs ninety point seven five centimeters, arms sixty-eight centimeters to tip of middle finger.

Force growth was employed to mature the subject. No visible affects of the process other than the usual stretch marks on the limbs and hips which will be removed during the cosmetic alterations. Subject exhibits recessive genetic traits on hair and eye color. Body hair is sparse and lightly pigmented. Pubic, axillary, and androgenic hair is present at the lower end of standard mature density and distribution. Senior, given the rarity of the hair color, do you wish them removed during the cosmetic application?”

“Yes doctor, but not permanently. Her initial client prefers smooth. Leave the scalp and eyebrows untouched, remove the rest but make the process reversible.”

“Your wish, Senior,” he said.

The doctor touched a screen on his wrist and Leara felt her legs being spread open and her knees bent upward. The doctor removed his prosthetic hand and replace it with one with several different probes instead of fingers. He moved between her legs. As an Servitor, the concept of privacy was alien to her but she still felt vulnerable and exposed at an atavistic level.

“I’m going to run a complete diagnostic, but I’ll do the reproductive system personally as the automated probe may be too large to preserve her hymen,” the doctor said.

“I approve. We stand to lose a considerable part of the fee if she’s not intact.”

“System, commence Protocol One D,” the doctor said to the room.

A disembodied female voice responded, “Commencing Protocol One D, full human diagnostic examination, no reproductive system.”

Tubes extended from the array over her and she felt a moment of panic before her Conditioning dampened the fear response. A large tube floated in front of her face and pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth involuntarily and the tube entered then quested down her throat. Smaller tubes entered her nose. She felt a surge of panic and pain, immediately dampened by her Conditioning. Meanwhile other tubes snaked under her, a thick one pressing against her anus. She felt a gush of wet and then it pressed into her, stretching her open. Again her Conditioning damped the pain response. A third arm with a multi-headed end snaked between her legs. The large phallus shaped probe remained inert but a thin tentacle snaked out and found her urethral opening. She felt that gush of wetness followed by penetration then no pain as her Conditioning damped that response.

Her Conditioning removed the pain, but it didn’t remove the sensation. She felt the tubes moving through her body, through her sinuses. The one in her mouth extending down her trachea and esophagus. She wondered how she was getting air as she wasn’t breathing but she felt no ill effects. She felt the probe in her anus moving through her, felt her stomach bulge as it filled her. Inside her body, smaller tentacles extended from the probes, releasing nano bots into her system. The bots completed a full analysis of her major organs, reported their findings to the master system and then died. They would be flushed out of her system by her normal immune responses.

“Physical analysis complete,” the disembodied voice reported. All standard parameters met or exceed with the exception of the digestive system. Subject displays heightened sensitivity to common food items that, if left uncorrected might develop into intolerance. Should I correct?”

“System, correct condition,” the doctor said.

Leara felt a strange sensation, sort of a thrumming in her belly as the system released a new set of tailored bots into her. Not comfortable but not unpleasant either and then a full body flush, like she was suddenly much hotter, then nothing.

“Condition corrected,” the system responded.

“Withdraw…” the doctor started to say.

The Senior interrupted him, “Disable her pain damping.”

“But Senior…” the doctor protested.

“Her first client is a Kreen,” the Senior replied.

“I understand Senior,” the doctor said. “System, remove all probes except Conditioning connection.”

“Removing,” system said.

The large probe in her anus, the probes down her throat and the probe in her bladder all withdrew with an uncomfortable slithery feel. The probe in her nose remained. She felt herself begin to breathe normally again.

“System,” the doctor continued. “Disable pain dampening.”

“Pain dampening disabled,” the voice said.

Leara’s body was suddenly flooded with pain. Her belly and anus ached, her throat felt raw and her vulva burned but worst was the feel of the probe still in her nose, connected to her Conditioning implant inside her skull. She gasped and involuntarily tried to pull away but was held still by the field.

“Withdraw all probes,” the doctor said.

The last probe slithered out of her nose making her eyes tear up and causing her to sneeze several times.

“I’ll do the reproductive system check now,” the doctor said. “I assume you want the usual contraceptive block?”

“Yes,” said the Senior. “Reversible of course, and harvest some eggs while you’re at it. We want her genetic material banked.”

“Commencing visual examination,” the doctor dictated. “The subject presents as a sexually mature human female. External genitalia appear normal and well formed. Labia are smooth and regular in shape, the clitoris is present, the glans measuring three point five millimeters and the glans/hood combination at one point six centimeters. The hymen is present and normal in appearance. There should be no difficulty avoiding damage when inserting the smaller probe.”

With a whirring sound a finger-like probe the size of a drinking straw extended from the doctor’s prosthetic hand. He spread her labia and carefully inserted the probe into her vagina. With an additional, muffled whirring more probes extended inside her, hair thin cannula that penetrated her cervix and filled her uterus. She felt a mild cramping as they continued up her fallopian tubes, there to release more nano bots. One set caused accelerated ripening of several of her follicles and the release of their oocytes. The cannula captured these unfertilized eggs and placed them in immediate stasis. The other set of bots took up residence in her ovaries where they would regulate hormone production to prevent the implantation of any fertilized eggs. It would also stop her menstrual cycle until they received new instructions.

“Analysis complete,” the doctor announced, “and oocytes obtained and stored. All of her systems appear to be within normal parameters for her species. Contraceptive nano bots have been implanted and activated.”

The probes retracted and the doctor removed them from her.

“Hymenal tissue remains intact.”

“Excellent,” the Senior said. “Do the cosmetics and then we’ll get her baseline readings.”

The fields spread Leara out, stretching her long legs and arms out straight from her body. A curtain of energy passed over her from the neck down removing all of her body hair. She felt a tingle as it passed down her that was almost pleasant. Manipulators from the suite above her head came down and styled her hair into the style that denoted an Initiate Servitor and others applied semi permanent cosmetics to her skin, highlighting her eyes, lips and nipples. They would stay on until removed. The field that removed her body hair repaired the numerous, minor blemishes on her skin, pimples, stretch marks etc. The manipulators styled her hair in the appropriate configuration for an Initiate of the Houses.

Finally, the fields pulled her legs apart widely and a manipulator came down to her vulva with the deep blue jewel of the Servitors. The manipulator isolated her clitoris and pierced the hood, implanting the jewel. She screamed at the intense, momentary pain and then felt her sex flush and get moist. The manipulator sprayed something onto her and the pain faded out.

“Her jewel is in place and the accelerated healing spray worked properly. She’s ready,” the doctor said.

“Congratulations Initiate Leara. You’re now a Sister,” the Senior said. “Do her baseline and we can send her to her first assignment.”

“Leara, you’re going to feel sensations. Some will be pleasant, some not. None of them will cause any damage to you,” the doctor said. “Just let yourself feel and react. Don’t try to fight it.”

It started with a fluttering across her skin, like downy feathers running over her but without any ticklish aspects. It felt good. The sensation went right to her crotch and she tried to squirm but was held fast.

“Initial nerve ending stimulation indicates a top ten percent response for the subject at the lowest setting,” the doctor reported.

“Continue,” the Senior said.

The fluttering intensified and concentrated on her neck, breasts focused on the nipples, bottom, thighs and vulva, like dozens of invisible hands caressing her at once. She knew what sex was, the information implanted by her Conditioning told her all of the mechanics and the subtleties of that art but she had never actually experienced arousal. Her conditioning kept it damped lest she be tempted to devalue herself by inadvertently damaging her hymen. She moaned as her first orgasm hit, fearing for a moment that something had broken inside her before she connected what she was feeling with the cold facts her Conditioning had supplied.

“Subject experienced orgasm after thirty seconds of stimulation level 3,” the doctor reported.

“Add pain,” the Senior commanded.

She felt pin pricks added to the caressing, randomly all over her body. She registered them as pain, but they also felt good.

“No decrease in arousal, if anything an increase,” the doctor said.

“Up both sensations,” the Senior commanded. “Focus pleasure stimulation on her clitoris. Increase pain levels to a caning, light intensity. Begin on the buttocks and move to the breasts.”

Leara felt the caresses focus on her clit and she immediately came again, groaning loudly. Just as her orgasm hit she felt the sting across her butt cheeks that caused her to cry out. She was confused as it hurt but she was experiencing pleasure, her clit throbbing. The stings across her butt came every four seconds and the stimulation of her clitoris moved from caresses to vibration and gentle sucking, driving her wild. As she came again she felt the sting across her nipples and screamed, tears ran down her face as she came, her body convulsing in pain and pleasure.

“I think we have enough,” the doctor suggested.

“Yes,” the Senior said, clearing her throat. “You may stop.”

The pain and pleasure ended abruptly and the loss of sensation was possibly the worst part of the entire experiment for Leara. She sobbed, trying to feel something, but the fields held her fast. She gasped when the doctor laid his hand gently on her belly. She would have done anything for, well, anything other then the nothing she was suddenly feeling.

“Doctor, you may use me to relieve yourself,” the Senior commanded sharply, concerned that he might do more than gently touch the girl.

“Thank you, Senior,” the doctor said shucking off his unisuit. Leara’s head was held fast but she could just see out of the corner of her eye the doctor naked, massive erection jutting out, throbbing slightly. She wanted it, wanted the doctor to fuck her, needed to feel something in her aching cunt.

The Senior bent over a console along the edge of the room, presenting her shapely ass to the doctor. Without any fanfare he came up behind her, reached down to open her and plunged into her, immediately thrusting. The Senior gave a grunt as he entered her. The doctor wasn’t alone in being affected by the experiment and she enjoyed the thrusts, pushing back to meet them, taking her own pleasure. She could tell the doctor wouldn’t last long so she used her own Conditioning to hasten her orgasm and as he convulsed and filled her with his essence she gasped and came as well, milking his cock with the throbbing contractions of her cunt.

“Thank you Senior, for the gift of your bounty,” he gasped. “I am not worthy of one of your status.”

The senior composed herself as he withdrew, as always enjoying the feel of male essence dripping out of her and down her leg.

“Your service has earned it’s reward and I am but a vessel of the Empire,” she said. “Release the girl.”

She corrected herself, “No, release LEARA.”

The fields holding her disappeared and once again there was a seemingly solid table underneath her. Leara sat up, shakily and got to her feet.

“You are now an initiate and ready to begin your service to our House,” the Senior told her. “Are you ready to serve?”

“Yes Senior,” she said, “I am yours to command."