The Rainbow Room - Processing

“Mission complete,” Commander Jane Shepard reported through her communicator.  “What’s the next assignment?”

“What’s the next assignment?” has been Shepard’s favorite phrase since the end of the Reaper War.  Ever since fully recovering she’s thrown herself into her work, barely taking any time to rest even as the galaxy falls into an unprecedented era of peace.  But problems still remain even in times of peace and Shepard is determined to help clean them up, much to the concern of her good friend Ashley Williams.  

Ashley has joined Shepard on every assignment since the war, mainly to keep an eye on her and make sure she’s not overdoing it.  “Take some time to relax!” Ashley would say to her.  “Go out for a drink.  Hell, get laid!  The Lieutenant’s been giving you the eye…”

The Lieutenant, whom Shepard was speaking at this very moment to get her next assignment, was well aware of his interest in her.  Shepard, however, couldn’t care less, as evident from her latest rejection.  

“That’s a negative on that drink.  I really don’t think it’s good for your career to call a superior officer ‘uptight’ so if you know what’s good for you, tell me my next assignment.  What’s that?  A special request by an Alliance Parliament member?  What are the details…?”  

The Rainbow Room.  That was their next destination.  Officially it was just an ordinary club but pre-war it was rumored to be a front for an asari-run slaver ring, one that was rumored to use mind control technology on their captives?  It was only a rumor though.  Regardless, the Rainbow Room acting as a front for slave trading was valid enough to cause an investigation.  

What spurred the Alliance into action this time was a report that the niece of an Alliance Parliament member had gone missing on Illium…in the district rumored to house the Rainbow Room.  Ashley and Shepard immediately set to find her, Ashley donning some civilian clothing to go undercover on the streets while Shepard watched from afar.  

Ashley grew nervous as she neared the supposed entrance to the Rainbow Room.  The street was eerily quiet…and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched by more than just Shepard.  

“Stay focused, Williams,” urged Shepard through the comms.  “We fought off the Reapers.  We can take care of a simple slaver ring.”

“Easy for you to say!” Ashley whispered back.  “I’ve heard rumors about this place.  Whatever mind control tech they use supposedly works even faster than Reaper Indoctrination!  What if they have some hypno trap waiting for me?”

Shepard sighed but didn’t answer, honestly not knowing what to say.  In truth…it wasn’t a bad proposition.  While she appreciated Ashley’s dedication and companionship, it was really getting on Shepard’s nerves her constant nagging for her and attempting to play matchmaker.  After things with Kaiden blew up (literally) and a bad breakup with Liara following the war, Shepard was quietly contemplating living a celibate life for the rest of her days.  Her life as a no-nonsense soldier was more than fulfilling to her.  She didn’t need anything else.  Or anyone.  

“You’ll be fine, Ash,” Shepard finally said.  “This is just a brief scouting mission.  You’re going in as a customer, not a soldier.  Make note of any areas that look off-limits but stay away from them and you’ll be fine.  

“This is just another mission.  We’ll find the girl, rescue her and be back home in no time.  These slavers won’t get the jump on us…”

Those were the famous last words of Commander Jane Shepard.  It wasn’t an ordinary mission.  They never did find the girl.  Well…technically they did.  Shepard would never be able to acknowledge it but the girl was standing right next to her the whole time they were in the Rainbow Room.  

Having been tipped off, the slavers were ready and waiting for the arrival of such prime merchandise.  Shepard and Ashley weren’t only high-profile targets but also very attractive, making them very desirable on the market.  They just never had an opportunity to capture them…until now.  

Captured, sedated, stripped naked and collars placed around their necks, they awoke to a bright bombardment of bright rainbow lights that flooded their minds with POWERFUL subliminal messages.  Now made stronger after researching Reaper tech, the minds of Jane Shepard and Ashley Williams were obliterated almost instantly.  

Now here they stand in the Rainbow Room, nothing but empty shells as the Rainbow Room processes its latest batch of merchandise.  

A spoiled party girl, the niece of a high-ranking member of the Alliance Parliament, who ignored all warnings to avoid this area of space and fell right into the slaver trap.  Where once she lived a life of luxury surrounded by servants, from this day forward SHE would more than likely be the one serving…

A famous kickboxing champion who got a little too full of herself after a big victory, spurring her opponent to place a special order with the Rainbow Room as payback for her gloating.  

A famous actress who would soon end up as a living sex doll for an obsessed but particularly wealthy fan.

A simple school teacher, always mocked for playing it safe her entire life, decided to visit a more dangerous corner of space to prove she could be brave.  Perhaps if she hadn’t worn that dress to show off her ample cleavage, the slaver who spotted her in the bar might not have taken much notice.  

Poor Ashley Williams.  She once promised to follow Shepard into hell if she had to.  That promise is long forgotten now but she never expected it to become literal.  

And lastly, Commander Jane Shepard.  Nobody would really call her that anymore, of course.  Currently her name was just a string of letters and numbers but eventually her future owners would give her something more fitting.  

Layer by layer Shepard’s mind was being completely stripped away.  The strong will that lead the galaxy into battle against a god-like threat was now shattered by a simple group of mortal slavers.  Oh the irony!  

After spending just a few days in the Rainbow Room, Shepard and all the others were ready for the Market.

With no free will or sense of shame, they were put on display like living mannequins for prospective buyers.  

Humans and asari were their hottest commodities.  

Though humans were the “hot” items these days, there were always those who could use some cheap servants or dancers.  Or free samples.  

But the Rainbow Room Market didn’t stock many asari anymore.  

Humans were what the customers wanted.  

If not for their breathing, you’d swear they were statues.  All memory and thought were purged from their minds, leaving them total blank slates for the customers.  Once purchased, customers could order custom-made personalities be implanted in their place.  

One couldn’t help but wonder…what kind of personality would the legendary Commander Shepard end up with…?

They would soon find out as the Market clerk said, “Payment has been processed!”

“Congratulations on your purchase!  I see you’ve also requested a few body modifications.  Larger breasts, less muscle tone…all very doable with our technology.  I’ve got your personality selection right here.  All it’ll take is just a few hours to have it applied and you can take your lovely slave home soon!”

A human and asari couple were the ones purchasing Shepard.  The husband couldn’t stop smiling and after the clerk confirmed everything was processed, the wife turned to him and gleefully said, “Oh darling!  Isn’t this exciting?!  I DARE you to tell me that this isn’t the BEST birthday present anyone has ever given you!”

“Wait until the others in the Normandy Collectibles club hear about this!  We have something NO ONE else can say they have!  Commander Jane Shepard herself!”

“She’ll not only be perfect for showing off but we can use her in place of that annoying maid!  And I bet she’ll be wonderful in bed once she’s programmed…”

“Speaking of which, it’s time to go, my dear!  Back to the Rainbow Room you go for final processing!”

Shepard’s collar received a signal from the clerk’s omni-tool and she immediately sprung into motion.  

The collar sent signals into Shepard’s nervous system that swiftly worked their way up to her empty brain.  With the basic intelligence of a LOKI mech (and the rigid movements of one too), Shepard silently moved from her display spot and began her march back to the Rainbow Room.  

The clerk accompanied Shepard to finalize the processing, smiling as she guided Shepard like a remote-controlled drone.  “I don’t know why but I always find this part of the job…exciting,” the clerk confessed to a mindless Shepard.  “You were once a human being with a mind full of memories, thoughts and emotions and now…I can literally make you do anything I want with the push of a button.  I wonder if I looked like this when I was in your place…”

“Yes, I was once just like you.  I have no idea who I used to be before my mind was wiped in the Rainbow Room.  They decided to keep me around as a clerk for their Market…and now I get to take others for processing, just like what was done to me!”

“Though I kind of envy you.  I envy much of our product.  I’m stuck as a clerk in this boring job but you get to be…”

“A bimbo!  I’m a bimbo!”

“I’m a bimbo slave to my Master and Mistress!  I live to serve my Master and Mistress!  I will cook for them!  Clean for them!  Let them fuck me!  Obey without question!”

“Obedience is pleasure!  A bimbo lives to obey!  And I’m a bimbo!”

“That’s right, my dear,” cooed the clerk.  “Let your mind soak up your new identity.  Embrace it.  Embrace your new bimbo self…”

“I’m a bimbo…” Shepard repeated.  

The ‘bimbo’ personality profile was very popular among Rainbow Room customers.  Just a week earlier, Ashley Williams was purchased and given a variation of this package.  As a ‘schoolgirl bimbo’, Ashley faithfully serves her new “Daddy” with childlike glee, be it sucking his cock or working at the local brothel.  

“I’m home, Daddy!” she’d giggle upon returning home.  “I learned a lot in school today!  Teacher gave me an A+ in cock-sucking!  Could you help me with my homework?  Teacher says I need a lot more practice in titty-fucks if I want to pass this year…”

There were all kinds of bimbo personalities available in the Rainbow Room database.  Shepard would be getting a far more basic one…

Hours later, Shepard emerged from the Rainbow Room to greet her new owners.  

“Hello, Master.  Hello, Mistress,” she greeted in a seductive tone very unlike Jane Shepard.  

“My name is Jane.  I’m your personal bimbo slave, made to order to your specifications.  Thank you so much for purchasing me,” she calmly explained.  

“I’m well-trained in all bimbo duties, be it cooking, cleaning or being your personal fuck-toy.”

“Would you like to sample my body now or wait until we get home?”

Jane’s new owners greeted her joyfully, happy to have the ultimate prize for their collection.  

Yes, Jane’s owners were quite the collectors.  

They bought all kinds of relics to display in their home…

But their favorite collectibles were anything relating to the SSV Normandy and its crew.  As saviors of the galaxy, they were understandably very popular.  

And Jane was the ULTIMATE collector’s item…

Six months have passed since Jane left the Rainbow Room and every second of it has been spent dutifully serving her Master and Mistress in their posh Illium home.  They quickly made the rounds with her at all the parties and she was a hit commodity.  Jane had lost count how many cocks she had fucked, how many pussies she munched on, but she did it all at the behest of her owners and nothing gave her greater joy.  

Her owners were currently out.  Jane had taken this opportunity to clean the apartment spotless, quite the undertaking following the wild threesome they all had last night.  

With all her cleaning duties done, Jane sat on the couch and patiently awaited the return of her Master and Mistress.  Her entire world now revolved around serving them so as she waited, her mind regressed to a simple drone state, much like when she was on display at the market.  

“I am a bimbo.  I will serve.  I am a bimbo.  I will serve,” were the only words to escape her lips as she waited.  A residual mantra of her programming in the Rainbow Room.  

Though her body was in the apartment, her mind was far away, revisiting a place intimately familiar to her.  Her body has long since moved on but her mind will always be…

…in the Rainbow Room.