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The True Master Ch. 00

By: Weerdo



Prologue

Feb 22 2005:

Belial sipped his coffee and looked over the table at the woman sitting across from him. She was a younger if professional looking woman, the type of girl you would see running around those internet startups in San Francisco. She looked like them save the eyes, they were cold and calculating with no empathy in their depths. 

"Keeping my research private will be expensive, especially if you expect me to help you with." He hesitated and tapped the folder in front of him that held the details of the operation that she was trying to put together. "The processing of the raw material." 

She smiled, an expression that instead of being a comfort felt more like she was sizing one up for a meal. 

"I understand that, and after the initial compensation for your work you will of course be paid for any additional work." 

"You offered a million a year. My soul is not that cheap." Said Belial. 

She frowned and tapped her cup before taking a small sip.

"Your soul? You didn't strike me as the superstitious type, are you afraid of hell Mr. Belial?" she asked. 

Belial laughed. "Hardly, if anything my own research proves that only idiots believe in the soul. As for hell I've had a spot reserved for some time same as you." He said. 

She nodded. "I suppose so, then would your soul be more amicable at the price of 2.5 million a year?" She asked. 

"Including the initial payout of 20 million?" He asked.

"Of course." She said grinning. 

"Then yes." Said Belial.

"Good."

The two leaned back in their chairs and looked out at the street. 

"You know I'm curious, why did you peruse this technology? It hardly seems like the subject an ethical scientist would research." She asked. 

Belial took another sip of his coffee. "I like control, everything in its place and predictable. Nothing out of order or chaotic. My tech leads to the perfect human being, something that can be programmed controlled and predicted." 

"Control? That is your motivation?" She asked slightly bemused. 

"That's not enough?" Asked Belial. 

"The world is chaotic. Attempting to control even a significant portion of it leads to disaster." She said. 

"I suppose so, but then why is this your line of work then?" 

"Money." She said smiling slightly. 

Belial chuckled. "That simple?" 

"I never claimed to be different than any other businessman. I just have the balls to go for the more lucrative businesses, even if they are outside the law." She said. 

Belial nodded, someone after money was simple enough to understand quantify and manipulate. Although he doubted she was giving him the whole truth, for a woman like her to have made it this far she would have had to be ruthless, and he had no doubt her hands were far dirtier than the common woman her age. Underestimating factors was the best way to lose control and in the game the both of them were about to enter that would mean death. 

"Speaking of money, who's given you yours?" Belial asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked her eyes narrowing. 

"Mrs. Adams, you might be successful but even you don't have 200 million plus to toss around. This has to be at least a billion dollar venture to hire me, create the facilities and hire the professional staff. Not to mention the money to pay for the silence needed." Said Belial. 

Adams visibly stiffened at the mention of her name. She had kept it out of all the different negotiations to this point. 

"Where did you find my name?" Asked Adams. 

Belial grinned and pulling out his cellphone flipped it open showing her number. 

"You might have gotten another phone to talk to me with, but your name is still on the account. It's amazing what you can get with that." Belial said. 

She frowned but nodded. "I will keep that in mind. As for out benefactor, he wishes to remain anonymous for now. Will that be an issue?" She asked. 

Belial shrugged. "No so long as I get paid and he doesn't try to steal my work. If he does his name is going to be plastered on the evening news for weeks."

"It will be considerably more difficult for you to figure out who he is then it was to find my name." Said Adams.

"I'm resourceful and I like the challenge. Besides you've already narrowed the pool from near 7 billion to just under 3.5 billion." Said Belial. 

"Are you going to be this annoying when we are working?" Asked Adams. 

"Probably." Said Belial. 

The two of them took another sip of their respective drink and Adams stood. "Meet me here tomorrow at two. We have 6 months before our benefactor wants a demonstration of his investment." 

Belial stood and offered his hand to the woman. "To a successful endeavor then!" he said.

Adams looked down at her hand and nodded. "To success." The two shook. 

March 25 2005: 

Caroline groaned and opened her eyes. Her head hurt worse than the time she let her friends take her drinking on her 28st birthday. It felt as if a hundred needles were punched into her skull. Moving to rub her head Caroline struggled for a moment, her brain dumped adrenaline into her system before she even realized what was happening. Her arms were restrained and she was lying on some metallic gurney in the middle of a large room. Turning her head she saw several other woman lying next to her on identical beds. 

All of them were naked and had metallic helmets over their heads. Caroline stared at this for a moment her brain sluggishly trying to decipher what she was seeing. 

"Well it seems we've found the resistant one of the group." Said a voice. 

A man dressed head to toe in black and with extremely disheveled hair stepped into her limited point of view. 

"Should she be awake?" Asked another voice feminine this time, she was outside of Caroline's view somewhere behind her. 

"Won't hurt, it'll give me more brain scans to work with. Especially if she resists, I don't have a lot of data on combating that yet so someone resilient enough to fight off that amount of sedative in the first test group will be good." Said the man. 

"We have 5 months left. We need to demonstrate the product at the deadline." Said the woman.

The man rolled his eyes. "This is the first test group. Some will be done in that time frame, others will not. As we get more data however and improve the process the time for each unit will drop." He said.

"How short do you think you could make it?" Asked the woman. 

The man tapped his lips thinking. 

"It takes a week to prime the brain for myelination and then training and reprogramming I could see that condensed down to two days maybe. Then another week for testing and adjustment. Plus any of the physical modifications you got that hack of a doctor doing. I would say two months two and a half maybe." He said. 

"No shorter?" Asked the woman. 

"You're asking me this and I don't even have the first test completed. I'm a genius not a fortune teller. You can give our benefactor the time frame of 3 months for now as a minimum. Give me ten years and I might be able to do it in a week. Point is I don't know right now." Said the man clearly frustrated.

Caroline moaned and the two looked back at her. 

"She's lucid it seems. Interesting." Said the man. 

"Call me when you have progress" Said the woman. 

The man nodded and waved her away. Caroline tried vainly to get out of the straps as the man stepped towards her. 

"Time to go back to sleep Caroline." Said the man. He tapped something on the panel at the side of her gurney and Caroline's eyes widened as she tried to fight off the feeling of drowsiness that was sweeping through her but it was futile attempt and she drifted back off into the darkness. 

May 26 2005:

Slave opened her eyes and blinked. Something was different, off. It was the annoying feeling that crept up when you realized that your phone was missing. Not a bad feeling but not a particularly good one either. Slave sat up in the bed and looked around, she was in Slave's room where she was supposed to be at the beginning of the day. 

In the back of Slave's mind a voice was shouting and for an instant slave saw a starved and beaten looking woman pounding away at a door in the back of Slave's mind. Slave knew this was bad though, that woman and what she was trying to do to Slave was bad. Concentrating Slave turned the lock on the door and with a final screech the woman faded away and Slave felt blissfully complete. 

Standing up Slave went over to the wardrobe in her small room. It was full of clothes that her Master had picked out for her, the type of clothes that made her more enticing for her Master which was the only thought that held influence over her actions. Picking out a frilly lace outfit which barely hid her more private areas Slave slipped them on. Slave preferred to be naked but Master liked to have something to peel away from Slave. 

Turning Slave went to the spot next to the door and knelt down. Had she tried the lock it would have been open, by at this point the chains on her mind were heavier and more encompassing then any physical lock. 

Kneeling Slave waited, with no perception of time her thought only on that of her Master Slave waited by the door for most of the day not moving or relaxing. Holding herself at attention on her knees with her breast pushed out and her head down Slave waited. 

The man came into the room, he was the same man who had been working on her since the beginning and was the only one who had not used her to her. Something had to be wrong with her and although she worked to make herself more attractive he never spared her more than a glance. Instead the man continued to stare at the computer he held balanced in one of his hands.

"Stand." He ordered. 

Slave obeyed immediately shuddering slightly as her reward for obedience blossomed from her core. Slave could feel the liquids forming at her pussy and she wanted nothing more than for the man in front of her to use her. She was a lowly slave though, and what she wanted was inconsequential. 

The man reached out a wire in his hand and hooked it into the jack in the back of Slave's head. She shuddered at the feeling of his hands on her skin and in anticipation. The jack, whenever it was used she was a more perfect slave afterwards.

The man pursed his lips and looked at the data on his screen nodding to himself. 

"I believe I can do it, although you really should have asked this before I did all the work on her." He said out loud. 

"I am aware Mr. Belial but it was an afterthought." Came a disembodied voice through the speakers in Slave's room. 

"You want her as she is once, just to see how the rest of our products will turn out?" Asked Belial. 

Slave straightened up and thrust her breasts out further to entice whoever was watching, a use any use was something that she needed.

"Why not?" said the voice. 

Belial nodded and typed in a few commands. 

"She'll revert when you say her name." He said. 

"But still be utterly obedient?" Asked the voice. 

"As obedient as she is now." Said Belial. 

"Good. You can leave the room now Belial." Said the voice. 

Belial rolled his eyes. "I know who you are Mr. Reynard." Said the scientist turning to look at the glass. 

There was a pause in which Slave pushed her breasts out a fraction of an inch further, hopeful that she would entice the Master to come out and use her more quickly. 

"I should have known you would figure it out." Said the voice of the Master.

"The money and resources at your disposal for the project, and the general disregard for morality. Those are attributes you can give to almost any multimillionaire, and to every billionaire. The ability to understand the descriptions I gave in regards to computer neural interfaces well that significantly reduces the pool of candidates. The head of a multinational computer firm, Reynard Enterprises. A company which also has a large amount of money in government contracts allowing you to circumvent most laws if need be. Hell I bet your going to sell this technology off to the military!" Said Belial gesturing at Slave. 

"A lucky guess." Said the voice of the Master. The door on the other side of the room opened and the man stepped inside. He was tall and only in his late twenties dressed in an impeccable suit and had the air of a man in charge. 

"Although now you're a liability knowing that I'm involved with this business." Said Master. 

Belial shrugged. "You could kill me sure it would set you back a few years though. I can hardly go to the authorities with the record I had before I came to work for you." He said. 

Master nodded. "You're right. Although that's hardly the reason I asked you to leave." He said. 

Belial smiled. "Of course, we can finish this discussion later then. Have fun!" he said and picking up his laptop walked out of the room. 

Master turned to look at Slave and she shuddered, his gaze on her alone was enough to enflame her entire body and set her nerves on edge. Her legs were shaking and it was all she could do to stop from throwing herself at the Master, he looked over her body and she hoped it was what he wanted. 

The Master slowly circled slave looking her over from all angles. Slave remained still giving him an unencumbered view of everything from her gloriously large breasts to the smooth skin on her back and the narrow waist she had.

The Master circled around in front of Slave and stopped. 

"Kneel." Said the Master. 

Slave fell to her knees her body registering the command before her mind even had a chance to hear what was said. 

The Master smiled as Slave looked up at him. 

"They really did it made you into a slut. You always were one, but now you get to be a completely idiotic slut for the rest of your life!" said the Master.

He laughed and stooped down to look Slave in the eyes. 

"You were the first girl I loved. But not only did you reject me you had to humiliate me." Said the Master. Reaching out he patted Slave's head. Slave luxuriated in the touch leaning in slightly so that he was petting more of her head. His touch alone was making her wet and she could hardly wait any longer for him to use her. 

"But now your mine to use however I want." The Master laughed and pulled at Slave's hair grinding her face into his crotch. Slave gasped and had to fight the urge to start licking at the cock that was only held back by a layer of cloth. 

Master pulled slave up to her feet and threw her onto the bed in the room. 

"What are you?" Asked the Master.

"I am your Slave Master!" Said Slave as she stared at his glorious form. 

"You're a whore I can use whenever I want, nothing more than a doll for me to play with." Said the Master. 

Slave nodded. "I am Master! Whatever you order me to do!" She said.

Master smiled. "Good now let's hope you remember that, Caroline."

I blinked and looked over at the man. 

"You Bastard!" I swore. 

Ken smiled. "Nice to see you too Caroline." He said. 

I looked down at myself, I was completely naked on top of the bed like Slave had been moments ago. I was Slave. Shuddering in revulsion I grabbed at the flimsy hospital blankets to cover myself while I beat Ken to death. 

"Stop!" Said Ken. My body froze, the blankets in my hands slipping away. 

I could move my eyes but that was all. 

"Your mine now. You had your fun screwing those idiotic jocks." 

I glared at him and Ken moved around to look me in the eyes. 

"You don't get to make choices anymore. Your mine body and soul." 

He casually reached out and pinched my nipple. A bolt of electricity shot through me and for a moment my mind went entirely blank filled only with pleasure it overrode everything else in my mind eclipsing any sensation I had ever felt before. For a moment I was again Slave. 

Breathing hard and opening the eyes I hadn't realized were closed in ecstasy I looked back a t Ken. 

He was smiling looking down at the bed. 

"Your excited aren't you slut?" He said. 

The sheets were soaked, from just that pinch I was hovering on the edge of an orgasm more massive than anything I had ever felt before. 

"Fuck you Ken." I growled fighting through clenched teeth. 

"I could make a quip about that being your job, but I want you to realize something Caroline. All of this-"he waved his hands around the room and the facility. "All of this is because of you. I should be thanking you, if you hadn't rejected me like you did embarrassed me like that I would have never gone through with this. Turning a passing fancy into reality." Said Ken. 

He reached into his pocket. And pulled out a small computer chip I stared at it. 

"Ten years of research millions of dollars in development. Now I can control anyone, make a hundred more dolls like you and sell them for however much I want! The rich and elite will buy them!" Ken laughed and tossed the chip aside. 

"But I don't care about that. All I wanted was you." He looked down at me and I shuddered, this time in fear.

The True Master Ch. 01



Jan 8 2016: 

Ten Years Later 

I stared at the TV watching as it flickered from one show to the next and into the stream of commercials, my mind was far away from the poorly written late night comedies and I was exhausted but reluctant to go to sleep. Closing my eyes for a moment I brought the beer back up and took another small sip of the thing. I had been nursing the same small bottle since getting back from work, and it was nearly gone the taste of dust in it and not nearly enough alcohol to give me a buzz to help clear my mind. 

Leaning back I emptied the bottle and let it drop to the table. Opening my eyes I picked up my phone and looking at the time shook my head. I really needed to get some sleep. 

A rapid knock on the front door of my apartment snapped me fully aware and I stood up. 

"Hello?" I called out as I took a hesitant step forward. It was a semi bad neighborhood and I was in the cheapest apartment complex and even if it was close to midnight I doubted a thief or some other would be so brazen. 

The knock repeated and I took another few steps forward. Looking through the peephole I saw a young woman with clothes practically painted to her skin desperately staring at me through the lens. Barely hesitating and fearing that she was in some kind of trouble I opened the door. 

The woman collapsed inwards and the two of us tumbled to the floor, her on top of me using my body as a cushion as hit the hard linoleum of my apartment. She scrambled back to her feet and slammed the door shut. 

I blinked and stared at her, she had the body of a model perfect in nearly every way. A thin body with large breasts although not out of proportion for her frame. Her skin was a paler shade, not the sun baked look that seemed to be so popular with the woman nowadays her hair was a deep red and long going down to just past her shoulder blades from what I could see. She was hardly wearing anything, a shirt far too small for her covering only enough of her chest to be decent yet still leaving a large portion of her pale flesh visible. Her skirt, which was hardly more than a strip of fabric covered so much that from my vantage point on the floor I could see that she was wearing lacy black panties. 

I cleared my throat and started to get to my feet. "How can I help you?" I asked. 

The woman blinked and her eyes swam in and out of focus, for a moment I wondered if she was high on something but I had seen that before and this was not a dazed high. Her eyes were full of confusion and fear. 

"I.." She swallowed and looked around. 

"I can't remember." She said 

"You can't remember?" I asked prompting her. 

She took a breath and looked around. "I can't remember anything." She said again. 

I nodded. "Do you have a name?" I asked starting with what I thought would be the simple questions. 

She nodded and opened her mouth and froze her eyes widened. "I can't remember Master!" She said. Her hands flew to her mouth. "I didn't mean to do that!" She said. 

I was weirded out at this point, a woman calling me Master with at least partial amnesia had stumbled into my apartment. 

"Your bag, it might have an ID." I said pointing to the small bag that she was holding. 

She looked down at it as if noticing it for the first time and unsnapping it quickly upended the thing. A mass of wires and a small tablet fell to the floor. No ID or wallet. The two of us looked at the stuff for a moment before I bent down and scooped the stuff up and walked over to my couch. 

"Come and sit down while we figure this out." I said to her. 

The woman nodded and following me over sat down next to me. I set the cables on the coffee table and held the tablet out to her. She looked at it for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking it. Tapping the screen the thing flashed on showing a picture of the woman's face along with a title above it. 

I stared at it for a moment my brain trying to come up with another meaning for the words but finding none. Femslave Model 8.1.3 were the words above her face. 

"I, what?" Was all that I could say my brain still trying to process what was going on. I looked over at the woman but her eyes were locked on the screen in horror. A glint of something on the back of her neck caught my eye and I turned to get a better look. A metal socket was embedded into her neck, barely extending from her skin. I looked down at the table, the cables there would fit into it. 

"Your neck." I said. 

She looked over at me and a hand flew up to her neck quickly finding the socket she gasped and looked over at me. 

"What is going on Master?!" She asked distressed. 

"I don't know, but I have an idea one that I really don't want to say it out loud yet. Can I look at that?" I asked pointing at the tablet she was holding. 

She hesitantly held onto the tablet for a moment before handing it over to me. I tapped the screen and the page turned in what I was now assuming was some type of manual. Quickly looking through the thing I skimmed the pages turning them as fast as I could tap the screen. Images of a woman in different positions, all of them sexual along with diagrams with instructions on them jumped out at me along with certain key words. Slave, doll, obedient, sexual play, reprogramming, compliance, and dozens of other terms jumped out. 

I turned to look at the woman, she was similarly stunned at the information it seemed. 

"You can't remember anything?" I asked. 

She looked up at me. "It's a blur, I remember a van or something fighting with a guy and running from it. I didn't stop to look back and I ended up at your door. I knew my Master was inside." She said. 

"You knew I was inside?" I asked. 

She nodded. "I was going to the wrong Master. So I had to leave." She said. 

I was trying to make sense of her words, from the manual, her actions, and the freaking cybernetic implant in the back of her neck I was piecing it together quickly enough. Someone had figured out how to reprogram human beings, living breathing people into sex slaves. I couldn't think of another outcome from how the woman looked and the references in the manual. 

The clientele would be the rich elite, the one percent of the one percent. The people with so much money and power that the laws of the land that every other man was held to simply did not apply. Only they would have the influence to purchase someone like the woman beside me. Money wasn't the factor in those circles, the power that one wielded either out in the open or in the shadows. That was the currency of the realm. 

"I really should be calling the police." I said. 

The woman cringed. "They would take me away from you Master." She said. 

I nodded in agreement, I would never see her again and I doubted that anything would be resolved in going to the authorities. Someone higher, much higher up the food chain then the local police would simply order the case swept under the carpet and a few days later I would have an "accident". 

"They are going to be looking for you." I said. 

"Yes Master they will be, and I will not be going back." She said. 

"They whoever they are have to have connections everywhere. What if I don't want to deal with this and I send you back to them and demand a ridiculous amount of money to keep quite?" I asked her turning to look at her. 

She raised her eyebrows. "Is that what you are going to do Master?" She asked. 

"No." 

"Then I'm not going to dwell on that possibility." She said. 

I groaned and leaned back into the couch. "You said that you knew I was your Master. That has to be something that is hard coded, a firmware based directive to ensure that the doll is never straying to far from what the Master desires." 

"Meaning what Master?" 

"Meaning someone programmed you to come to me, knowing my expertise in computer systems and the willingness to help. That is not random it also means that you're special in some way." I said mulling it over in my head. 

"Think about it, there have to be at least a few hundred dolls like you made every year. Any one of which could be sent to me for whatever purpose the person inside the organization has. But it was you that ended up on my doorstep." 

"In what way Master?" she asked. 

"Let me check something," I said leaning down to pick up the tablet again I quickly searched it for what I wanted." 

"I apologize for this, but I order you to go into my kitchen and pick up a knife and stab yourself in the arm." I said as quickly as I could before I chickened out on the order. 

The woman reeled away from me and stumbled from her seat her leg already moving her towards the kitchen. 

"Master!" She cried out panicking. 

I winced but remained silent following her into the kitchen. 

The woman walked without a hitch in her step to the sink where a knife I had used to prepare dinner was visible. In a smooth motion she picked up the knife and twirling it in her hand put her opposite arm on the counter and raised her hand. 

She froze, her entire body was trembling and her fist was turning white her grip on the knife tightening. I watched ready to yell out the order for her to stop the moment her arm moved. 

She keened, her voice a high pitched wail as she fought some sort of battle inside of her own head trying to resist the command I had given her. 

She let out a yelp and the knife slipped from her grip falling to the floor, her only a second behind it as she feinted. I stepped forward and caught her before she hit the linoleum, her entire frame was trembling and her eyes were clamped shut her face screwed up in pain. 

"Relax, I resend the order." I said to her. 

She stopped trembling but her eyes remained closed. 

"Well when it comes down to it, you can resist an order I give you." I said. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. 

"Kate." She said. 

"What?" 

"My name, it's Kate." She said. 

I looked down at Kate, and in that moment the same thought seemed to run through both of our heads. We were diving into something that was going to end up killing us, and neither of us cared. My life had been dull and meaningless up until the point where the brainwashed sex slave had turned up on my doorstep, all of it preparation. If I could unlock the technology that had been used on Kate I could use it on the people who had taken her and hopefully get her memories back. 

"Kate." I said repeating her name. 

She nodded. 

"Any last name to go along with that? Kate's a common name." I said. 

"No, it flashed in front of me when you told me to stop." She said. 

"Yeah sorry about that. I had to test what I could order you to do and if you were able to fight it off. That was the best way I could think of doing it." I said. 

"I get it but let's not do something like that again, it was incredibly hard to fight that command off." Said Kate. 

"Agreed." I said. Pulling her up I stood her on her feet and she shakily got her balance. 

The two of us looked at one another for a moment unsure what to do now. 

"I have things I need to tell you Master." Said Kate. 

"Like?" I asked at this point I was done with everything anything else she had to tell me wasn't going to surprise me. 

"I might have fought off some of the programming but most of it is still there. I can't stop calling you Master for example." She said. 

"Anything else?" I asked. 

She shifted on her feet and moving sat down in one of the chairs in my kitchen. 

"I'm horny, and I want my Master to use me." She whispered a sound barely audible over the noise from my ancient fridge. 

I blinked. I wasn't completely sure how to touch that particular statement. I knew what most people would do with it or at least most guys. Hearing her say that while she was dressed in that skimpy outfit and knowing that I was able to command her to do anything nearly broke my control. 

I swallowed and sat down across the small table from her. 

"Kate. That would mean you lose, all of the fighting that you must have done to keep some scrap of your identity and then break away from them. If I treat you like that it means they win and your nothing more then what they programmed into you." I said. 

She looked up shaking her head. 

"No! No its not! I got away and found a guy who's going to help me! You're not going to make me do anything crazy and I can't fight all of the programming! I could have wound up in the hands of some gang banger and be street whore. I could have wound up with some fat idiotic jock and be his little bitch! That's after escaping the people who did this to me! Instead I wind up with a Master who wants to help! Please be that Master so I don't go looking for another! What they did to me," She paused and moved her hands down to her hips. 

"I can't remember my life before this but I know people aren't usually like this. I'm horny just from sitting next to you. I can't fight it off or ignore it, and all I want to do is obey you because no matter what you tell me to do it lets a little bit of that pleasure come to the surface. I've had an orgasm with every order you've given me. I can't imagine what it would be like to have sex with you Master!" said Kate almost breathless now. 

I looked over at her, I wanted to say yes hell she had just justified it for me giving me a reason and an explanation. All I had to do was except it and my conscious would be clear. But in the back of my head there would be that single thread of thought the one that knew she wasn't really in control. 

"Kate.." I trailed off I wasn't really sure how to let a woman who had just begged to be my slave down easily. 

"I can't Kate. I can give you things to do to keep you busy and hopefully keep things under control but I can't take advantage. Hopefully I can figure out this program they used on you and reverse it. So you can stay here until then." I said wincing at the look of devastation on her features which had a moment ago been so animated. 

"Do you not like me Master?" asked Kate her voice trembling slightly tears threatening to spill. 

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Really Kate? Your beautiful, and trust me I want too! But you don't have control over your actions. I have to be the one who has control." I said. 

Kate nodded, the tears and pitiable face disappearing. 

"I can't fight this programming off forever. It's like your orders, I can resist but it's taxing." She said. 

I glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Then why don't you get some sleep." I said. It was just after one and I knew I wasn't going to sleep. My inner geek was dying to look over the tablet with the control software for her on it. Whether or not I would be able to restore her memories I had no idea but just getting a look at that tech was exciting. Helping her was still the first priority but using the technology in her head to help fight back against the people who had taken her was important as well. I was already running through scenarios, finding a way to disable anyone with the implants, hacking into them, creating a vaccine, and a dozen other things. 

"But Master these feelings they won't go away!" She said. 

"I get that but you've had a traumatic day and I want you to get some sleep." I said. Framing it as something I wanted so that it wouldn't go against her programing. 

"I think that's a good idea Master." She said. 

I nodded and stood pushing the chair back in. Kate did the same and I led her out of the kitchen back to the small bedroom that had in the apartment. Pushing open the door I winced at the mess, but there was hardly anything I could do about it now so I pushed the door open wider and let Kate in. 

She looked around the small bedroom and the even smaller bed. 

"Do you have a girlfriend Master?" She asked suddenly. 

Taken off guard I shook my head. "No why?" 

"The bed is hardly large enough to do anything, and I thought that might be why you don't want to use me." She said. 

"I know." I said and going to my closet I quickly pulled out a pair of old sweatpants and a t shirt. 

"Here." I tossed the clothes to her and surprised she caught them. 

"They might be a little big, but they should be more comfortable then sleeping in the stuff you have on now." I said. 

Kate looked down at the material. 

"Thank you Master." She said. 

"So you go ahead and get some sleep, I'm going to be reading that manual to see if we can fix you or at least get some of your memories back into your head." I said. 

She sat down on the bed, her small frame taking a large portion of the bed. 

"Are you not going to get any sleep Master?" she asked. 

"Not planning on it no." I said. 

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable because of me Master!" she said standing back up. "You need your sleep." 

Her programming was kicking in, her primary purpose had to be to ensure that her Master was always thought of first. Her own needs and wants were secondary to that directive it was a dangerous thing, and contradictory to a few million years of primate evolution. 

"I order you to lie down on the bed and get some sleep." I said pointing at the bed. 

She blinked and collapsed onto it in a huff. 

"I don't get much sleep anyway, I hardly even sleep in my bed. I fall asleep on the couch more often than not so no feeling guilty about taking my bed." I said. 

She nodded and lay herself down. I watched fascinated as her eyes closed and she immediately dropped off into unconsciousness. Whatever had been done to her allowed a person to control her autonomic functions, I momentarily wondered if an order for her heart to stop would be followed. 

Rubbing my eyes and still trying to sort out everything that was happening I went to my closet and pulled out the bottle of pain killers. Dumping a few in my hand I tossed them back and swallowed tem dry wincing at the acidic taste. 

Quietly stepping out of the room and closing the door behind me I went back to the living room and sat down at the couch. The TV was still on, now into the infomercial part of the night trying to sell me a blender that doubled as a Wi-Fi hotspot. Reaching for the remote I shut the thing off and threw the remote down on the table and picked up the tablet that Kate had with her. It was still open to the manual portion and backing out of it I was greeted with a fairly standard tablet interface only slightly modified to show that this tablet had only one purpose the reprogramming of the Dolls. 

Picking up my laptop that was on the floor next to the couch I held the power button on the tablet and shut it down. Powered off I plugged it into my computer and making sure my own wireless was off so that the thing didn't try to call home I opened up my utilities and activated the cloner. It was a simple toolbox that would take an entire system image of the device and place it into an emulator allowing me to mess with it and try to fix things without permanently wrecking anything. 

My laptop whirred and I switched the tablet on watching as the lines of code and commands flew across both screens. Whoever had done this was a genius in programming the dolls but their proficiency with security was horrible or they didn't have anything to crucial on the tablet. 

I waited in the darkness of the living room on my ratty old couch as the copy finished. I unplugged the tablet and placed it inside the drawer of my little coffee table. It would be safe there for now. 

Running the emulator I scanned through the files and programs on the device. Most of its memory was empty and my heart sank, the only documents I could find were on the maintenance and reprogramming of the Dolls. None of it on how it was actually done. I supposed that the clientele buying a doll like what they had tried to turn Kate into wouldn't want to be bothered by the minutia of programming and interfaces. 




The True Master Ch. 01



I found the control program that allowed the reprogramming, it was a small little thing buried inside the device, and much to my surprise unencrypted. Frowning I ran it through one of the more illegal decompiling programs I had on hand. 

I stared at the lines of code translated through the machine language they had been in and slowly started to work my way through it. Reassigning value names and simplifying the calls the program was making took up most of the night, I worked as the sun started to creep up through the cheap drapes all the while trying to fight off the sinking feeling in my stomach. The code was making a lot of server side calls. Whoever had designed this program had made sure that it was only an interface, the minimal amount a customer would need to run locally to reprogram a doll. Everything else was handled at the server side. 

Rubbing my eyes to get the sleep out of them I scrolled to another line and looked it over as my eyes drooped. Shaking my head I scribbled down a few more lines of notes trying to get a feeling for the scope of the program. If I couldn't use it to help Kate the least could do was understand how the technological aspect worked. 

I closed my eyes and rested for a moment to try and sort everything out. 

===================================================================================== 

"Master?" Asked Kate as she touched my arm. 

Startled I sat up the paper notes I had been taking throughout the night sticking to my cheek. She looked at me for a moment a laugh just below the surface of her smile it seemed. Reaching up I quickly pulled the papers sticking to my face off. 

"I made you some coffee Master, breakfast will be ready in a few moments." She said offering a mug out to me. 

I gratefully took the cup from her and gulped at it ignoring the heat. 

"How long have you been up?" I asked. 

"Since 6 Master. I didn't want to disturb you so I made some breakfast and woke you when the alarm on your phone went off." She said. 

"You must have woken up just after I went to sleep." I said. 

"You were up that late Master?" She said. 

I nodded and reaching down picked up the notes I had made throughout the night. 

"Yeah, not that it was productive. I can't bring your memories back or even modify the programming in your head not without the people who did this to you knowing. The tablet calls a home server to connect you and they make the adjustments. Give me a few months and maybe I would be able to understand enough of the codes and protocols to cobble together a rough program to interface with the plug in your head and modify the programs in you. I'd be stabbing in the dark though not having any idea what I'm doing to your brain." 

Kate had slowly sunk down to the ground as I told her everything, tears threatening to spill out from her eyes. 

"I'm stuck like this then Master?" She asked. 

"I'm sorry. Whoever they are they have millions if not billions in resources and years of work, doctors and computer programmers. I can't duplicate that in a lifetime." I said trying to keep tears from spilling out of my own eyes. "I can't help you without exposing you to them." I said. 

Kate slowly shook her head. "That's not what I meant Master!" She said her voice tinted with panic now. 

"I'd love to have my memories back but I can't focus on that right now! Right now all I can think about is you, having you use me! My skin feels like it's on fire and its only been getting worse. I have a headache and even wearing clothes in front of you feels wrong! You've been so nice since last night but I need a Master! I might have some of the old me back, but I'm still mostly what they turned me into!" she said the tears now spilling form her eyes. 

She stood and before I could stop her pulled the sweatshirt off and shimmied out of the sweatpants tossing them to the side of the room. 

"I need a Master!" She repeated. "If you can't do that I'll go insane! I'd be better off a doll then living like this! I need you to use me!" She said the tears now streaming down her face. "Living without a true Master I would waste away! I can't go months like this while you try to figure this out!" 

I stared at her and try as I might I my eyes wandered down her figure taking everything in her silhouette framed by the rising sunlight streaming through the window behind her. She was breathtakingly beautiful, skin pale and unblemished unbroken by scars or tan lines. Her breasts fit her figure full and the nipples were hard and exposed. Between her legs was a pussy that was glistening in the lights and shaven clean, her legs were slick with her excitement. She shifted from side to side nervously causing the breasts to sway and her hair the rich red that it was going down just past her shoulders to swing and resettle. 

She was beautiful, not an oversexed doll or a blond bimbo that a man looking only for sex would go for. She was elegant and poised a goddess of feminine perfection and she was begging me to take her and use her in any way I wanted. 

Groaning and shifting in my seat I looked away from her. 

"Kate." 

"Master please!" She begged. 

I closed my eyes for a moment. I was going to hell. I was going to jail, she would kill me when her memories came back. But none of that mattered. 

Standing up I went over to her and stood looking down at her. She kept her eyes down looking at the floor, no doubt a programmed behavior to remain submissive and to my body it didn't matter. A woman was in front of me being perfectly submissive. The lizard brain and I didn't want to keep up the stoic behavior. I knew I should that what she was doing was not of her own volition a better man would say no and leave it at that. 

"Kate. I'm not a saint. I can't resist a woman throwing herself at me day in and day out and-" 

"I don't want you to resist Master!" She said interrupting me. 

"I'm not done." I said raising my hand to stop any further protest. 

"I just have to say something first alright?" I said. 

Kate nodded. 

"I'm sorry. If you look back on this after I fix this I'm sorry. If the real you is stuck in their somewhere looking out I'm sorry. You weren't lucky in the house you picked, I'm still going to use you like those men programmed you to be used. I promise I'll free you from it, but I can't hold myself back in the meantime." I said. My eyes were watering and I quickly raised my hand wiping at them. Trying to concentrate I stood up. 

"I know that Master! At least you want to help!" Said Kate. 

I looked down at her. "How do you even know I'm not lying or something? Pretend to help so you stay or something like that?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "You're the Master. I can't resist the programming to have one. So far you seem to be pretty nice." She said. 

"Alright then." I said and taking a breath I let my control slip. 

Stooping down I grabbed Kate and pressed her to my chest lifting her lithe form entirely off of the floor. 

Kate gasped and hugged me back, her naked body forming to my clothed one. 

"Your mine." I growled into her ear. 

Kate shuddered and went limp her entire body turning to liquid in my arms. 

I pulled back from her slightly to look her in the eyes. Her entire face was red and she was looking demurely up at me. 

"It seems it doesn't take much to set you going then." I said. 

She nodded slightly abashed. "Not when you say things like that Master. I think that was the most intense orgasm I've had in my life." She said. 

"You can't remember anything though." I said as I slowly carried her towards the bedroom. 

"Well I can't imagine I did. That was too intense Master." She said. 

"Really? You don't want another one then?" I asked innocently. 

She frowned. "I do Master!" She said. 

"Good." Stepping into my room I tossed Kate onto the bed. Splayed out on the already rumbled sheets from her night sleeping and her legs spread wide, her skin already slick with sweat and her pussy glistening her hair slightly frazzled and her cheeks flushed from the orgasm moments before she looked like a creature designed solely for sex and allure. 

Slowly I stepped over to her my eyes locked on her body, I had seen it earlier but had tried to look away. Now I openly examined her. 

Kate shuddered under my gaze her eyes locked on my own as I looked her over. 

"You do find me attractive Master?" She asked. 

"I doubt very much any man in the world would say no to that question." 

She smiled and leaned back into the bed spreading her legs wider. 

"Then why don't you join me Master." She said. 

I swallowed my mouth dry and shook my head. 

"Not yet, I want to see how much programming they put in your head." I said. 

"What do you mean Master?" Asked Kate. 

"Don't move." I ordered. 

Kate froze, her mouth slightly open and her arms locked above her. She continued to breath and her eyes darted back and forth trying to figure out what had happened. 

Leaning over her I smiled. Moving slowly so that she could see what I was doing I moved my hand out toward her. 

"I'm going to make sure that you enjoy every moment of being my slave." I said to her. It was a promise as much to her as I t was to myself. If she was unable to disobey anything I told her then I would have to say all of the right things. Any miscalculation any wrong step could do damage. 

I placed my hand on her breast and she moaned, vocalization apparently not a part of the order not to move. 

I let my hand roam around her breast for a moment, avoiding the nipple which I could see was rock hard instead gently caressing every other portion of the flesh. She was moaning nonstop at this point and I could see that she was getting close to her release again. 

Smiling I leaned down. "New rule Kate. No orgasms without my permission." I said. 

I saw her eyes twitch and widen slightly as she registered the order and her breathing picked up in pace her moans growing more urgent. Smiling I let my hand slide down her skin from the underside of her breast down her ribs and stomach to her hips. I let my hands rest and move in small circles watching in fascination as she struggled to remain still. 

Glancing back up at her face I let my hand slide inward. She continued to moan and I let my hand go to the inside of her thigh just inches from her wet snatch which at this point was beginning to leak so profusely that the bed sheets underneath her were beginning to show evidence of it. 

Leaning forward towards her I paused my hand. "Cum." I whispered and brushed her pussy. 

Kate shuddered and my hand was suddenly wet, I didn't stop though and continued to caress her moving more quickly now. 

"Again." I said. 

Kate keened, an animalistic sound of pleasure emanating from her throat and shuddered again. 

"Again." I ordered. 

Kate's eyes rolled up and she let out a yelp. Her skin was now completely soaked in a layer of sweat and my hand was slick. 

I moved my hand away. "You can move." I said. 

Kate gasped and unfroze. 

"Master!" She breathed. Kate took several more breaths and getting ahold of herself looked up at me with utter adoration. 

Not taking my eyes off of her I quickly stripped out of my own clothes. 

Kate's eyes immediately shot down to look at me. 

I grumbled something and quickly rolled over on top of her my naked form covering her own smaller one pinning her to the bed beneath me. I held myself there for a moment reviling in the feeling of control. Kate had been reduced to a quivering mass of a woman the order to not orgasm without my consent keeping her on the edge even now. 

The primal aspect of my brain, the bottom of the brain stem where most autonomic function was and where the oldest instincts in any animal including humans was housed was reveling in this. The pure and simple domination of a male over a female. I was the strong Alpha male her the submissive female. Despite the proper upbringing, the social pressures and the progressive attitudes I had towards women I was looking at Kate as mine. The caveman had the woman's body, and the modern man held the woman's respect. I had her body, her mind and even her soul under my control a dangerous mixture that was lowering every inhibition and semblance of manners I had. 

"Your mine." I growled in her ear. 

Kate's eyes widened and I thrusted forward burying myself in her body. She yelped and bit down on her lip her eyes rolling back in bliss. 

"Master!" She breathed. 

I slowly began to rock back and forth, not going at a rutting pace or any significant speed. I could take my time, she was mine and she wasn't going anywhere. Kate was shaking and it looked as if she was already on the edge of another orgasm. 

Kate moaned each time I was fully inside of her, her hands coming up and grabbing my shoulders pulling me in to her and trying to keep me inside whenever I moved away. Her slim legs did the same as she wrapped them around my back locking me to her as we moved. 

"I can't take this Master! It's too much!" She said. 

"Too much? We've hardly started. I think I'm going to do this every day." I breathed. With one of my hands I groped in the darkness beneath me and finding Kate's breast quickly pinched her nipple. 

She whimpered and I lowered my mouth to her swallowing the sound as she made it. Each time I tweaked her nipple her pussy already tight became like a vice for a moment squeezing me. This wasn't a daily occurrence for me and although it quickly would be I didn't have any endurance. The combination of her beneath me moaning at every thrust, and obedient to my every desire along with the feeling of her body had me on edge. 

"Cum." I breathed in her ear. 

Kate froze for a moment before she let out a muffled yelp her entire body seeming to convulse. 

Her pussy clamped down on mine harder than before and I moaned, burying myself into her I let loose. Kate groaned and unable to hold myself up I slowly collapsed on top of her. 

- 

I opened my eyes and blinked, registering the small body that was plastered on top of me. It was something I never really experienced. The few girlfriends I that went to bed with me in the past never ended up like this. Mostly due to my insomnia and inability to sleep with someone else next to me. With Kate however I was perfectly content with her on my chest, I could feel her warmth and the beating of her heart. 

She was a slave to my every desire, I could do anything I wanted to her and she would obey with a smile on her face. It was a terrifying if exhilarating feeling having that much power. I could use her like her creators had intended and use her to sate the desires she stirred up but I was going to try and fix her return her to the person she had been. 

That person would hate me and everything that had been done to her. Unconsciously I reached up and placed an arm around her. Kate sighed in her sleep and settled into my chest looking as content as the most spoiled housecat. 

For a house or so I remained still watching her sleep she was still catching up on it and although I had barely gotten any I couldn't slip back into unconsciousness. When the sun was just beginning to fall back down to the horizon judging by the shadows in the room she stirred and yawning looked up at me from where she was sleeping. 

"Good afternoon Master." She purred very pleased with herself it seemed. 

"We really shouldn't spend all day in bed you know." I said. 

"What else do you want to do Master? I think staying in bed would be much more fun than anything else." She said. 

"As much as I want to I need to start figuring out how to reverse engineer that thing in your head." I said tapping the back of her neck. 

Kate slowly nodded and then put her head back down on my chest. 

"I remembered more, while I was sleeping." She said. 

"More about you? Your past?" I asked. 

She nodded. 

"Brief flashes disjointed stuff. Everything was out of order and jumbled up I can barely remember any of it now it's all starting to slip away like a dream." She said. 

It was probably because of how scrambled her brain was getting anything back was going to be a miracle. 

As I was mulling this over Kate slowly began to extricate herself from me and the sheets. All coherent thought was cut off as she struggled out of the tangled sheets to sit up in the bed. The sunlight from outside filtering down to bath her in a natural spotlight, her pale skin something that I already knew was beautiful in the shadows of the night promising so many things to the man that managed to see so much of it was equally enrapturing in the daylight. 

Kate caught my stares and smiling slowly turned in the sunlight offering me a full view of her upper body. 

"You really don't want to leave this bed do you?" I asked my eyes focused on her nipples which under my gaze were rapidly hardening. 

She smiled. "No." 

"Am I going to have to order you to get off of me?" I asked. 

Kate leaned down and laid herself back on top of me her breasts pillowing up on my chest. 

"I don't think you can do that Master." She said. 

"You are a minx aren't you?" I said. 

"I can't help it Master! That was perfect! And even now just being in contact with you! It's the best feeling in the world like everything is glowing!" She said. 

I snorted. "You certainly know how to inflate a man's ego. I think that chip in your head was helping me." I said tapping her head. 

"Does that matter?" She asked. 

"I'd like to think I'm a sex god but based on what my past girlfriends have told me I doubt that." I said. 

Kate giggled. "Well then you're my personal sex god." 

I snorted again and put my head back on my pillow luxuriating in the feeling of her on top of me. To tell the truth it was something I really didn't get to do that often, I was a loner and didn't really have anyone I would call a friend. It had been that way since Collage, and I hardly even dated preferring to go to work and then make extra money freelancing tech work. 

I didn't go out clubbing, I didn't go on dates and the few time I had a woman over it had been brief relationships. I usually couldn't stand being around someone for so long. Kate though I wasn't looking for an excuse to get rid of her or get away from her. I was actually enjoying her company. 

We laid in bed for a few more minutes before I put my hand on her shoulder pushing her up slightly. Kate groaned by immediately complied rolling off of me. Stepping out of bed I grabbed my boxers and pants. 

"I need to get working on that tablet." I said. 

Kate looked up at me from the bed, her hair was splayed out on the sheets her more intimate bits covered by only a thin cloth. She looked like an old painting of a Greek goddess. 

"What do you need me to do Master?" Asked Kate. 

"I don't know, I really don't have anything for you to do right now." I said. 

Kate rolled over and stepped out of the bed. 

"I can help you Master, it is for my benefit after all." She said. 

"Uh, alright." I said unsure to be honest how much help she would be. I suspected that her programmers wouldn't leave any computer knowledge or hacking abilities in her head even if she had them to begin with. She had partially broken from their control, and giving her any knowledge about how to further that division was idiotic. 

Kate pranced out of the room in front of me still naked and dumbly I followed her. The living room was as we had left it, the notes and my laptop along with the tablet were all still in their place. Sitting down on my couch I picked up the laptop and opened up the copy of the tablet I had made. 

I stared at it for a moment unsure where to even begin. I had no resources to call on and searching the internet for anything was liable to get me tracked down in a heartbeat if these people were as powerful as I thought they were. 




The True Master Ch. 01



Not knowing what else to do I started going through the file structure opening any of the documents I could read, everything from configuration files to semi populated SQL databases. All of it was horribly confusing and as I worked through it a I kept a running tab of notes next to me trying to link every part of the program together and figure out what the different names and call signs for everything meant. 

I quickly lost track of the time as I worked through everything, this happened when I worked on a problem. I usually had more references to go off then what this thing was giving me but I was slowly starting to make sense of everything. 

Leaning back in my seat I looked up to see Kate sitting in the chair across from me looking bored. I glanced down at the clock, I had been at this for close to four hours already without stopping. 

"Uh, Kate when did you put clothes on?" I asked. She was back in the sweatpants sweatshirt combo I had given her yesterday. 

"I didn't think you would mind, I put them on while I was cleaning." She said. 

I looked around surprised, my apartment was cleaner. The shoes that were usually in a mess by the door were lines up and clean. I turned around to look in the kitchen the dishes were gone from the sink and it looked as if the floor had been mopped something I had only done once or twice. The apartment hadn't been a sty but neither had it been clean. Now it was sparkling as much as a poorly maintained apartment built in the 80's could. 

"You didn't have to do that." I said looking around. 

"I wanted to feel useful Master." She said. 

"Useful?" I asked. 

She nodded. "You're working on a way to fix me, and I can't help with that so I figured I'd help you with everything else. Was I not supposed to do that Master? Did I move something out of place!" her voice was going shrill and she was very quickly working herself up. 

"No! Its fine Kate, it's great!" I said stopping her. She calmed back down the frantic look at the thought of doing something wrong quickly fading away. 

"I need to do something Master, you're the one working for me! It's supposed to be the other way around." She said. 

"Other way around?" I asked confused about what exactly she meant. 

"I'm the slave! I should be working while you relax! You shouldn't have a care in the world! I should be letting you use me! So far you've been so nice and everything, you won't let yourself be a Master! If you need a break order me to give you a blowjob or for me to be a footrest or something!" she said. 

I looked over at her, she was breathing hard and her face was quickly turning red. 

"A footrest?" I asked holding back a laugh. 

She shrugged, "I don't know. It was the first thing that popped into my head." She said. 

I nodded. "Perfectly reasonable." 

The blush deepened on her face. 

"Well come on then." I said pointing at my legs. 

Kate looked at me and then down at my legs before she jerked out of the chair and onto the floor. She quickly made her way to my feet and raising them she slid underneath. 

For a moment the two of us remained like that, her staring at the floor and me at her with my feet resting on her back. She shivered and bit her lip. 

"This is arousing?" I asked. 

Kate nodded "Your order's holding it back though." She said. 

"Right, well get up this is ridiculous." I said. 

Kate quickly got to her feet and stood up in front of me. 

"Come here" I said opening my arms. 

Kate hesitated and then sank down into my lap and I hugged her to me. Kate suddenly burst into tears and for a moment I feared had gone too far and broken her trust. 

"Kate?" I said hesitating. 

"Master, you're too nice." She said. Moving in my arms and bending in a way that only a gymnast could she turned around to face me. I looked at her face and placed a small kiss on her cheek. 

"Kate, I'm trying to help the woman inside of you. I want you to go back to what you were before. I might have already taken advantage of you but I'm hoping you can see past that latter. I don't want to humiliate you, and to tell you the truth I'm just happy to have you here." I said. I tightened the hug a little drawing her closer to me. 

"A slave for you?" asked Kate. 

"No, a person. I'm a loner anti-social or whatever you want to call it. Never had many friends and never really wanted any, I always seem to do something wrong or miss something. I've ruined or just drifted out of any relationship I've ever had." I said. 

Kate looked frowned. 

"But you're so nice Master." She said. 

"I think your perspective is a little biased." I said smiling. "I interact with stranger's fine, I love to walk the city by myself. Its part of the reason I work with computers, they are easy to understand. Maybe that's why it's working with you." I tapped her head. "Your half computer right now." I said. 

Kate giggled and rested her head on my shoulder. "Maybe, but I'm still happy your my Master." She said. 

I nodded as well and the two of us closed our eyes. 

Then the door to my apartment exploded inwards.



The True Master Ch. 02



Chapter 2 System Check

Jan 9 2016:

[The Rich Boy]

Kent glanced down at his Rolex and then at the elevator floor indicator as they moved up through the building to his penthouse. 

"Should be here now." He said to his friends.

They all chuckled. 

"I get the first go at her, the rest of you can mess with the old one for now." Said Kent. 

There were grumblings but no one could really complain. 

"What did ya get this time?" asked Carl.

"Black model, figured she'd go nice with Slut." Said Kent. "The contrast and all."

The others in the elevator chuckled and the doors opened. They all stepped out into the small hall and reaching into his pocket Kent drew out the key and opened the door. 

Still stumbling slightly from last night's activities the group piled into the penthouse.

"Welcome home Master." Said Slut from her position near the entrance where she stood when he was gone, waiting like an eager puppy for Kent to return. She was completely naked, save for the studded piercings in her nipples and clit connected by a thing metal chain. A single tug of which would have her squealing like the slut she was. 

"Did the shipment from the Company arrive?" asked Kent ignoring the others as they moved up to slut and began to pinch and feel her up. She wouldn't respond unless he order her to service them. 

"They did Master." Said Slut. 

"Good, you make my guests here comfortable while I go inspect it." Said Kent. 

"Yes Master." Said Slut.

She squealed and a moment later she was on her knees and there was the collective sound of several belts being drunkenly unclasped. Kent chuckled and left them at it, they didn’t have enough money to buy a doll the lot of them nor the connections to get in contact with the Company. So he. He let them use her whenever they ended up at the penthouse with him. Kept, they weren't rich enough to buy their own dolls. It kept them out of his hair and put them in his pocket so to speak. He had even lent her out a few times to get the things his family needed in the city done.

He had enough money and not to mention a personal contact in with the Company so he had been able to get Slut. The second one was because he was starting to get bored with her but not so much as to sell her back to the Company.

Going up the metallic staircase to his bedroom Kent had to adjust himself slightly. Stepping inside Kent gohe got his first close up look at the doll. It was black skinned and he had decided to have her tattooed with tribal patterns in blacker ink giving her a distinctly exotic appearance. She had huge breasts from which the tattoos seemed to emanate. She had on only a frilly set ofwas dressed in sheer lingerie, something that looked like it could be torn off with the smallest amount of force which Kent intended to do. Despite her stature however, she did not look soft, her body was muscled and lean, her eyes focused on him hard and unforgiving. 

She was a predator, and he had complete control of her. Smiling Kent began to strip out of his clothes.

"Stand up." Said Kent. He said.

The doll at the foot of his bed slowly got to her feet, showing the black chains around her feetankles for the first time. The new dolls could have more expansive personalities and this Doll was an example of the programming. 

"Get on the bed, spread your legs." Said Kent as he began to unbutton his shirt. 

She obeyed him and quickly got up on the bed and spread her legs. Her eyes still staring coldly back at him.

KentHe smiled. "You're my little toy, any order I give and you'll do it." He paused considering this. 

"In fact I got your name, Toy. You like it?" He asked. 

Toy blinked, she couldn't remember anything before being in this room with the Master. She was trying to clear her head but she could only think of him as Master. Whatever he told her had to be true, whatever he told her was best she was the slave and he the Master. Her name was Toy, she was the slave Toy. She would do anything for her Master. 

"Yes Master, Toy likes her name!" Said Toy. 

"And what do you think of me?" asked Kent as he approached her, his cock out and waving as he walked. 

"Toy loves her Master." Said Toy. It was true in a sense, her entire being was focused on him and her pussy was on fire. Her modified brain was dumping endorphins into her system at such a rate that a normal human would have gone into neurological shock from stimulus overload. She was at her baseline level however, the burning was something she would always feel when the Master was near her. It was a feeling so intense that to a normal woman it would have been a continuous orgasm, as soon as the Master touched her and used her the pleasure would go higher to levels that would cause a normal woman to go insane. The chip in the back of her skull delivering the feelings to her. 

Kent smiled and leaning down looked Toy over. The Company always did fine work, he didn't know if she had actually possessed the figure she had now before being made into a doll or if body surgeons did it but he didn't care. The result was a form totally dedicated to sex, her skin was free from blemishes and hairless. She had a slight sheen to her skin as if she had already gone through hours of rough sex. Reaching out Kent twisted her nipple. Toy gasped and brought her chest up grinding it into her Masters hand. 

She still felt pain, it was impossible to cut sensations like that from a doll lest they injure themselves on accident. But pain in anything close to resembling a sexual situation was near completely overridden by mind-bending pleasure. 

Kent smiled as she ground her nipples into his hand. She was what a woman was supposed to be, and she was certainly a better lay then those rich girls he dated, hell. Hell, Slut didn't complain about anything he did to her and he expected that neither would Toy. The escorts he had gotten before Slut hadn't put this much effort into the act, they could act aroused but underneath it all that it was, acting. 

Toy wasn't like that, Kent could see that she really wanted him. She was a goddess of sexuality at his beck and call.

Laughing to himself Kent let his hands roam over the black flesh admiring the artwork and mastery of the tattoos that covered her body. Even those were perfect, the Company was most definitely worth the price and he had the money to burn so he deserved the finer things in life after all. 

Finished looking her over Kent pinched her clit slightly then rolled over onto the bed. 

"Show me how much you want your Master." Said Kent. 

Toy pulled herself from the pleasure of the pinch and quickly sat up to service her Master. She had to pay attention to him, despite the fact her pussy was now dripping and she was on the edge of orgasm from his touch alone. Smiling Toy rolled onto her stomach and reached out to grasp his cock. Moving her head down to a set of motions programed into her mind she slowly began to suck his cock. Moving her tongue back and forth over its girth she inch by inch began to move up and down all the while caressing his cock with her tongue. The action elicited a moan of desire from her Master and before Toy had her fill of his glorious cock she knew it was time to move to the next action. 

Toy pulled her head from her Masters' cock a line of spit connecting her to him for a moment before she sat up and moved her own soaked pussy over his cock. She had been wet the moment he had entered the room. She was a toy for him to enjoy after all, but after what she had just done she was soaking wet. 

She hovered over her Master teasing him for a moment, her pussy just grazing the top of his cock. KentHe growled in frustration and raising his hands and quickly pulled Toy down on top of him. She let out a yelp and he groaned, she was tight and the latest processes from the Company guaranteed she would remain so for a long time. 

Kent kept his hands on her waist but otherwise remained still as she worked herself over him. Moving up and down her breasts bounced in rhythm with her movements he stared at them as she worked. The dark globes with the tattoos on them were forming an almost hypnotic pattern. Toy bounced up and down for several minutes all the while flexing her internal muscles, and Kentas he relaxed enjoying the ministrations. 

He looked up at her face as it contorted into one of pure rapturous bliss, or what he believed it was. He had never seen an actual woman like this before, totally devoted to the carnal act of sex. The slew of girlfriends he had were too concerned with looking foolish to let go like this like the Doll was designed too. 

Kent grunted as he was pushed over the edge, his hands tightened on Toy's waist holding her still with his cock buried deep inside of her. 

Toy felt her Master explode inside of her and she whimpered in delight, she was so close to the edge, her skin was on fire and another caress was all it would take for her to join him. But she held still as her Master's will was more important than her own selfish desires so instead of continuing to rock back and forth on she remained still as he emptied into her. 

Kent let his hands slip from Toy's waist and relaxed. The drinks from the night along with everything else he had done including breaking in his new doll catching up with him he closed his eyes and yawned. Kent dropped off into sleep a moment later the Doll still straddling him. 

Toy whimpered once but did nothing else, slowly she pulled herself off of her Master despite wanting so much to ride him for several more moments to perhaps wake him and have him continue. Rolling off of him and onto the floor Toy knelt by the side of the bed her skin and loins still inflamed with desire Settling into the standard kneeling position she waited from him to wake, her mind already filled with hopes that he would use her again.

----

[The True Master]

The door sounding like an explosion had gone off swung inwards on its hinge slamming into the wall. A woman in a police uniform rushed into the room her gun held up at the ready. 

Kate yelped and I pulled her closer to me keeping very still as the woman zeroed in on us. 

"Hands up now!" She said. 

Kate pulled away to look at me and the two of us slowly raised out hands. 

"Off get off of him! both of you get on the floor!" Said the officer her gun which had been pointed only in my general direction a moment ago zeroed in on my chest as Kate slipped from my grip to follow the instructions. 

"I should shoot you right now you pig!" She growled at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Quite! Get down on the floor!" She said. 

Steeling myself I remained in my seat. If the people who made Kate could do that then they definitely had political pull, meaning that the officer in front of me could be in their pocket. 

"What am I being arrested for?" I asked keeping my tone neutral even as she moved forwards towards me the gun now in point blank range. 

"For being a raping scumbag!" 

She pointed at Kate. 

"I know what they did to her! You fucking pig!" She took a step to place herself between Kate and myself. Kate darted up and put herself in front of me putting the gun only a few inches from her chest. 

"Kate get out of the way!" I yelled. 

Kate wavered but stood her ground, fighting the order I had given her displaying the ability to do so again. 

"Do not hurt Master!" Said Kate. 

The woman looked at Kate for a moment and then down at me giving me a look that one would give to a man just aught burning a basket of puppies.

"So now she's your shield too?" She growled. 

"Kate get out of the way!" I repeated, reaching up I put my hand on her waist to move her to the side. 

"Master stop!" said Kate. 

Slowly I got to my feet and the officer quickly raised her gun to point at my head now, usually a difficult shot although something that wouldn't be hard to miss with her only three feet away. 

"Am I being arrested for something?" I asked the officer. 

"Release the hostage! Now!" She said. 

"I am not a hostage!" Said Kate. 

"You've got those things in your neck! You're not you!" Said the officer. 

"You know about the implants?" I said. 

"Release her!" repeated the officer.

I looked back at her and then at the door. 

"I don't know what you think I've done. All I've tried to do is help Kate, she turned up on my doorstep last night with these implants. She got away from them." I waved my hands around the sparse apartment. "Does it look like I can afford a slave?"

She looked around the apartment and lowered the gun a fraction. 

"Where's backup by the way? Don't officered need backup in hostage stand offs?" I asked.

The gun came back up.

"You're with them, you've come to take Kate back sell her off to the highest bidder right?" I asked trying to get the officer to react. She either knew what was going on and was working alone on this, or worked for them in which case I was dead. The fact that she didn't have backup meant she was off the clock for this raid. 

"I don't work for those fuckers!" Growled the woman. 

"Neither do I! We're on the same side here!" I said. 

She looked at me and then at Kate and slowly lowered her gun. Kate collapsed onto the floor groaning. 

"Kate!" I crouched down to help her. 

"That hurt Master. " She said. She had been fighting the order to move during our little standoff.

I picked her back up and put her on the couch. She relaxed into it and put a hand to her head. Turning around the officer was now right behind me. I noticed for the first time that she was quite good looking despite the stiff uniform she had along with her hair being tied back in a bun. 

She continued to glare at me. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Explain." 

She really was rude but I quickly recounted everything from the moment of Kate bursting into my apartment, omitting the parts where Kate and I had ended up in my bed. She listened to the entire story while continuing to glare at me. 

Finishing I picked up the tablet and handed it to her.

She looked at it and flipped through a few of the pages of the manual. 

"So you didn't know about any of this before yesterday?" She asked.

"No." 

She sighed. "Well this is the closest I've gotten to solid evidence. I need you to come down to the station with me, the both of you." 

"For what?" I asked wondering what she wanted to do. 

"Testimonials, we need to get the word out on this." She said. "Women are being taken and turned into slaves in what might be the largest slave trading operation in America. It needs to be exposed and brought down." She said. 

I let out a small laugh. "Yeah because it will be that easy. Why did you turn up here alone?" I asked.

She frowned. "My boss has been stonewalling me on this case, I've been working it for the past 4 months. A total of 38 women have gone missing in the city in that time, all of them attractive and successful. Not the type that usually goes missing." She said. 

"And your boss has been blocking the investigation?" I asked. 

She nodded. "He doesn't want to waste resources searching for women who he thinks are just running off from college with boyfriends or something like that, despite the fact that none of the families involved have had contact with them." She said. 

"The news isn't even covering it, with no evidence linking all of them and only 38 missing its nothing compared to the usual crime rate."

"We're talking about people who are literally rewriting people's minds, they have money lots of it." I said. 

"We can't take this to a judge or something, hell even if it worked what do you think would happen to Kate? The implants the neural interfaces are a decade or two more advanced than anything available right now. The government is going to lock her down and experiment on her if nothing else." I said. 

The officer shook her head. "Your being paranoid." 

"And you're being naïve." I said. 

The two of us glared at one another and Kate was the one who broke the contest stepping in between us. 

"What has Master done that is illegal?" She asked. "He didn't kidnap me and he never forced me to do anything."

Kate was bending the truth here but I wasn't going to say anything. 

The officer frowned. "Look you have amnesia and,-"She paused. 

"What's your name?" She asked. 

"Marcus Roland." I said. 

The officer nodded and neglected to provide her own although I was close enough I could see her name tag, Bethany Jenks.

"Mr. Roland here is taking advantage of that." She said. 

"Master was a perfect gentleman, Slave had to practically throw herself at him several times before he used her." Said Kate. 

Beth blinked as she tried to process not only what Kate had said but the way she was talking. 

"Still he's not exactly a victim, and I doubt he wants to really fix you." Said Beth. 

"That's not true! Master is helping. He is a good man!" She said. 

"Look you're off the clock right?" I asked. 

Beth nodded. 

"Then sit down and I'll show you how I'm trying to fix Kate." I said. 

"And if you can fix her, can you fix someone else?" She asked. 

"Hopefully. Why?" 

"A friend of mine, she went missing a year ago and six months after that I saw a woman who looked exactly like her hanging off of the arm of the rich trust fund playboy Kent."

"He was in the news right? Opened up that new club downtown. He had to evict an entire apartment block to build that thing right?" I asked. 

Beth nodded. "Yeah, and after I saw her I tried to get ahold of her. Never could and I started to look into the other missing girls." 

"But you keep getting stonewalled." I said. 

"Yeah, but that doesn't make it a conspiracy." Said Beth. 

"I think it does." I said. "Look you don't have anything to arrest me with, unless you want to manufacture something and have Kate dragged off by the government or to them. So don't report anything and see if Kate is one of the missing women." I said.

"How does this stop you from doing anything? You could take her and run the moment I leave then I'm back at square one." She said.

"Stakeout? Call in the partner cop you have to bend the rules and put me under surveillance as a suspect for some random crime." I said. 

Beth rolled her eyes. "You've watched too many crime dramas." She said. 

"You have a better idea then?" I asked. 

"Yep." 

"What?"

"I'm staying here." She said. I closed my eyes and groaned, this was going to be fun.

----- 

Grumbling to myself about my food budget I stooped down and checked the oven to see if the food was ready. I had one extra houseguest and a pushy cop thinking she was a detective. Houseguest number one I wasn't in a million years going to ask for money and I doubted that Mrs. Detective wannabe would give me money in a million. 

"Foods ready." I called out to the two. Beth was out in the living room pouring over my notes and the tablet, which I had already locked into airplane mode in case she tried something stupid. I had no idea if she knew anything about computers but considering that I she had mixed up and called the tablet a certain fruity product I wasn't hopeful. Still if she wanted to confuse herself trying to understand it all then I wasn't going to stop her. 

"Thank you Master!" sang Kate from the living room where she was next to Beth reading through everything I had figured out so far. 

Pulling the pizza from the oven I put it on top of the stove and cut it into pieces. It was still hot but I hardly wanted to wait for the thing to cool. 

Balancing the tray and three plates I took it back out and placed the pizza in front of the two. Beth glanced up and snorted. 

"That's it?" She said. 

"I wasn't expecting guests and this is all I had on hand. You want to go and pick up takeout? I promise I won't run." I said. 




The True Master Ch. 02



"No." Said Beth and she took a piece of pizza to tear into it. 

"So you believe me when I say I'm trying to help Kate then?" I asked as I took my own piece. 

She didn't say anything and I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the chair. 

"How'd you even find me by the way?" I asked because if a beat cop could have tracked Kate down an organization with the pull to make Kate certainly would be able to. 

"I got reports of a woman running through the streets yelling stuff, someone said she was wearing a funny necklace and I decided to track it down once I was off duty. Talked with a few people and ended up here. Heard you talking through the door." She said. 

"Another reason I hate these apartments." I said. 

We continued to eat in silence Beth plowing through half of the pizza herself while Kate and I finished the rest. 

"Your boss, does he know about the Dolls or is someone else telling him to muzzle stuff?" I asked.

"Don't know." Said Beth. 

"Look I get that your friend went missing and that setting off your lookingsearch for other missing women, but you knew about the jack in the back of her neck and what it does. How did you figure that out without getting caught?" I asked. 

Beth whose mouth was still full with the pizza, she was eating at an alarming rate reached down and picked up the bag she had retrieved from her cruiser. Pulling out a small folder she handed it to me. 

I opened it and looked through it. There were a few hasty notes but it was predominantly pictures. The vantage point was high up like someone in a catwalk or in the rafters of a building. The view below was a nightclub focusing in on a partitioned off section where it showed a few men and a beautiful woman in what could only very loosely be called clothing. Going through all of the photos they zoomed in on the woman and moved quickly through the night with an occasional snapshot. 

When a tablet identical to the one on my table came into view however and the cable was attached to the woman's neck there were enough pictures to create flipbook. 

"So you guessed?" I asked. 

"I tried to talk to her but I only got close once and she just ignored me." Said Beth. 

"Why not try and use it to fix Kate?" she asked pointing at the tablet. 

"It calls home, the program to modify the dolls needs a central server. Not to mention that it's to reprogram them for something else not to recover their memories." I said. 

Beth nodded and picked up the tablet. 

"So you can fix her then?" she asked. 

"Master does not know, and he says it will take months to figure it out." Said Kate. 

Beth looked over at her. "How's she different anyway?" She asked. 

"Different?" 

"She got away from them, why hasn't anyone else been able to do that?" 

"The brain is confusing to say the least it could be a million things. Maybe it's genetic, maybe a malformed part of the brain or a tumor, something small, or maybe the fact that she ate a hamburger instead of a cheeseburger before they took her and messed with her head. Whatever it was it let her fight the control. She can resist the orders like you saw earlier." I said. 

"So only her out of how many people?" Said Beth. 

"A lot, the oldest time stamps I can find in the program they created for the dolls goes back to around 2003. Although some of that was co-opted I would guess." 

"So they've been doing this for more than ten years? And no one has found out?" Said Beth. 

"Hey the NSA got away with what they were doing for a decade. They have thousands of employees, and they have government oversight. This is a secret organization out for a profit, they are going to be more aggressive than that in keeping a secret." I said. 

"I still think you're paranoid." Said Beth. 

"Fine let's go with that then." I said and leaned back in my chair. I was getting a massive headache. 

There was a sudden pressure on my lap and opening my eyes I saw Kate settling in on top of me. 

"What are you doing?" Asked Beth. She was halfway out of her seat as if to pull Kate off of me. 

"Master is stressed." Said Kate pouting.

She looked at the two of us for a moment before slowly reaching down to pick her gun out of the bag at her feet where she had put it after changing into her civvies. Taking it out she held it in her lap. 

"Marcus. Did you..."She trailed off. 

Kate smiled and straddled me looking over at Beth. "Master was very nice." She said.

"I'm going to shoot you." Said Beth, she unbutton the leather gun holster. 

"No shooting Master. I need him tonight." Said Kate. Leaning forward she kissed me forcefully enough for me to take my eyes off of the gun for a moment. 

"I'm going to fucking shoot you. She doesn't have any control over herself you bastard!" Said Beth. 

"Kate likes her Master if it was not him it would have been someone else! I am a slave, and I cannot fight that programming 24/7!" Said Kate as she turned around to face Beth. 

The two stared at one another and I still dumbfounded with adrenaline going through my system from the prospect of a pissed off cop shooting me and the kiss I had just gotten was keeping me silent. 

Beth snapped the gun holster back closed. 

"You had better actually be working on a way to help her. If I think for a second you're not I will shoot you." She said. 

I let out the breath I didn't remember holding. 

"I am, are you going to leave now?" I asked. 

"No. I need to make sure you're not taking advantage of this." Said Beth. She leaned back into the couch and digging through the mess of papers found the remote to the TV and snapped it on.

"Leave her be Master." Said Kate. "She's trying to do what's right." 

"I know that, but I don't appreciate her implications. Even if they are somewhat true." I said. 

Kate rolled her eyes and leaned into me. "Master, you haven't done anything wrong." 

"I have you just can't see that I have. Especially considering that I intend to keep doing the wrong thing when it comes to you." I said.

Kate grinned. "You slave has no complaints if what we did this morning was wrong." She purred in my ear. Her hips were slowly going back and forth in my lap and I had to restrain myself from picking her up and throwing her to the floor to have her there. She was a tease. 

"I need a shower, then I need to get some sleep. I hardly got any last night. That fine with you?" I asked Beth. 

She glared up at me and said nothing. 

"I'll grab some extra linens for you. I'd offer you the bed being the gentleman I am but I doubt you want to sleep in it considering I haven't had a chance to clean it." I said.

Beth ignored me and standing up giving her a wide berth I went to the bathroom, Kate in tow behind me. She slipped into the bathroom with me before I could close the door and for a moment the two of us stood there. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Cleaning off my Master." Said Kate. Reaching down she took off the sweatshirt she was in and shimmied out of the gray sweatpants. 

"Kate.." I really wasn't sure what I could say that I hadn't already said at this point. Not that it would convince her, or even myself.

"I want a clean Master. So in the shower." She said. 

"I thought I gave the orders." I said even as I took off my shirt and with only a moment's hesitation my pants as well. 

"Do you want me to do something else Master? I was under the impression most men would like it if a woman showers with them." She said blinking innocently up at me. 

"You first." I growled and picking her up I put her in the shower and turned the water on. 

She yelped at the cold water, a little punishment for the teasing but that hardly lasted long. The one good thing I could say about the apartment was that the water heater worked well, even if it did cost a fortune. 

Stepping in after her and closing shower curtain the two of us stood facing one another. If I had thought she looked sexy in bed but in the shower covered in water that was hugging her every curve as it ran down her body I was hard pressed to say which was more alluring. Moving Kate took the bar of soap off of the rack and finding a washcloth she quickly created suds and slowly began to rub the cloth over my body. 

I closed my eyes and let her work the warm water on my head and the warm hands on my body. Kate leaned forward and I felt her breasts pillowing up on me another way to rub my skin and get me clean. Slowly I rotated and allowed Kate to rub the cloth and her body on me cleaning me. Completing the revolution I opened my eyes and looked down at her. 

Kate was now soaked and I felt my control slipping again. My hand shot out and grabbed her by her hair. She yelped but before she could make any more noise my mouth was over hers and her body was crushed against my own. 

Wrapping my hand into her hair ensuring that she couldn't get away from me I deepened the kiss and pressed her to the wall. She squealed when she hit the cold tile but I ignored that and instead let the other hand that wasn't in her hair travel down. Grabbing her ass I pulled her up and against the wall raising her off of the floor.

Kate still moaning let her hands fall from my shoulders and down to my cock which had been pressed against her stomach and quickly lined me up with her. Slowly I let my arm fall Kate slid down the wall and onto me. She gasped and I groaned as she slid all of the way down until she was on the tip of her toes in the shower. 

Holding her there for a moment I reveled in the feeling of her pussy, she was squeezing me with it and seemed to have enough control to do it almost rhythmically. She had such control that I was sure that if I just held her there I would be done in a few minutes with just the ministrations of her pussy.

Unwinding my hand from her hair I quickly grabbed her ass with both hands and pinned her up against the wall again. She quickly raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist and with her propped against the wall I slowly began to move in and out of her. 

Kate was for the most part quitequiet, more so then other women I had taken to bed who seemed to make a noise at every small movement I made. Instead through she had the most glorious facial expressions, her features screwing up and changing as I moved in and out of her. Whenever I bottomed out inside of her, she would let out a small gasp and then whimper. 

This continued for a few more minutes before Kate's legs tightened around me squeezing like a vice. 

"Please Master! I have to cum!" She said. 

I grinned and held still for a moment my cock deep inside her, she clenched down on me as if desperate to make sure I didn't go anywhere. 

"You cum when I say so, not before." I said. 

Kate whimpered and swung her head side to side the wet hair on her head going everywhere obscuring her face slightly. 

"Please Master! This is torture!" She said. 

"Not yet." I breathed and I continued to move in and out of her. Kate was locked onto me her arms and legs both wrapped tightly around me. I was near my limit though, but the look on her face as the chip in her head held back the orgasm that was right on the brink was enticing. 

"Now." I said. Kate opened her mouth and screamed, she clamped down on me and I came. The two of us slid down the side of the wall to the floor of the shower neither really able to stand at this point and neither one of us willing to try. 

We were on the floor for only a moment before there was furious pounding on the bathroom door. 

"MARCUS WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" shouted Beth.

She hit the door again and the poor thing rattled in its frame threatening to fall inwards. 

"I'm fine Beth." Said Kate just loud enough to be heard over the water and through the door.

We could hear Beth muttering something and with one last resounding crack to the door she stomped away. 

Kate leaned down and realizing that the water was starting to run cold I reached up and turned it off. Kate jumped up and taking a towel off of the rack turned to me holding it up. 

"I need to dry you off Master." She said. 

Standing my legs still a little wobbly I took the towel form her hand. 

"I can do that." I said. 

Kate opened her mouth to argue and then closed it and stepped away looking as if I had just yelled at her. 

"Kate?" I asked. 

"Can I do it Master?" She asked. 

"Do you want to?" 

She nodded and held her hand out for the towel. 

Slowly I handed it back and stepped out of the shower. Kate pounced on me with the towel, starting at my head quickly mademaking its way over my body much like the soap had and she quickly had me dry even as she continued to drip on the shower floor. 

"You're going to spoil me." I said. 

Kate smiled and donehaving finished drying me off, wrapped the towel around my waist. Taking another she quickly toweled herself off. 

"Master deserves to be spoiled." She said. To, to me and to herself it seemed. 

I nodded, we were going to have to address this soon, she was falling into the persona she had broken out of and escaped from. She hadn't gone to the man who had paid for her but she had still ended up a slave. Sure I could justify it in that I would never do anything to hurt her or anything, but still one word from me and she wasn't in control of her body or even her mind to some extent. That wasn't something that I would wish on anyone.

"I need to sleep, I didn't get much last night." I said. "Why don't you go and get something on and I'll get the stuff for Beth." I said. 

"Yes Master." Said Kate and with only the towel around her midriff she went off to my room. Securing my own towel I went out and opening the cupboard with the spare linens, pulled them out and went back to the main room where Beth was on the couch glaring in my direction. 

"Put something on!" She said. 

"This is my home, you leave or deal with it." I growled. I dropped the linens on the couch next to her. 

"I don't know what it is you're doing but that girl needs help. Not some guy fucking her over." Said Beth. 

I sighed. "Look believe it or not I'm not particularly happy with this! I don't hate Kate I don't think I could ever do that but I hate this situation! You don't think I feel a little like shit taking advantage of her like this?" I asked. 

Beth snorted. 

"You didn't see her the first night here, she needed a Master. She managed to break a small portion of her programming and get away from what I can understand in all that" I pointed at the tablet and my notes. "That alone was akin to someone moving Mount Everest with their bare hands! She can't fight it off forever! So if she needs a Master that's what I'll be because at least I know then she has a chance of getting fixed!" I said. 

"That's how you justify it?" Said Beth. 

"For now." I said. 

Beth looked me over and then shaking her head she picked up the blankets. "And I'm going to make sure you don't do anything else to hurt her. You do one thing to hurt her and I'll kill you." She said.

"You've made that point clear. Now anything else or can I get some sleep?" I asked. 

"Whatever." She turned away from me and back to the TV that was still on. 

Shaking my head I left her and went back to my bedroom. Kate greeted me at the bedroom door in one of my shirts. I stared at her for a moment, it was a ratty old T-shirt that I had had for years and on her it was huge going halfway down her thighs. She wore it better than I ever had though. Kate blushed and did a small pirouette. 

"You said to put something on Master, but you don't really have anything that fits me." She said. 

"We'll have to fix that." I said my eyes still locked on her. 

Kate smiled and motioned to the bed. Taking a step forward I collapsed into it and pulling up the sheets that had been ruffled form earlier I patted the space next to me. 

Kate hesitated and looked down at the floor next to me. 

"Slave's don't sleep in the bed with the Master." She said. 

"This one does, her Master likes holding her." I said, there was no way in hell she was sleeping on the floor whatever the chip was telling her. So I framed it as something I wanted, which it was. 

Kate's face brightened and she hopped into the bed with me. Reaching out I drew her close and Kate giggling put her own hands around me. I was sure she was hoping for or at least expecting a repeat of this morning but from that and the small amount of sleep form the night before and our antics in the shower I was wiped out and within moments I was asleep. 

---

[The Company] 

Adams flipped through the pages on her tablet as the elevator slowly moved down the massive skyscraper towards the basement complex below it. To say she was angry was an understatement one. One female employ who had gotten in her way, as heshe read the report she, had already been earmarked for processing. 

The elevator came to a halt on the lowest level and she stepped out into the dark lab. 

"Jon!" She shouted. 

The scientist rolled out from behind a bank of monitors on the other side of the room. 

"What?!" he replied. 

"What the hell is this!?" Said Adams. She turned the tablet over showing the man the picture of the lost Doll. 

"A glitch." Grumbled Jon. 

"A glitch? A botched brain resqeuence or rejected plastic surgery is a glitch! This is more than a glitch!" Said Adams. 

"How the hell did this get past your quality tests? Were you to busy fucking them not to run the tests?" said Adams. 

Jon grumbled and said something under his breath but typed a command into the bank of computers in front of him. The Doll's statistics and diagnostics came up on the monitors. 

"She passed all of the tests, with flying colors in some of them. Her personality was only graded at a level 3 resistance! There is no way in hell this could happen. It's not my end!" He said. 

"Then who are you trying to blame?" Asked Adams. 

"Maybe the delivery was botched, or someone damaged the Doll trying to snatch her. Out competitors have been getting more aggressive lately. You heard how many intrusions those techies upstairs had to fend off?" he said. 

"We've had hacks before, none of them even go close to the Dolls. Hell the Mafia tried to actually break in here and they never got past the elevators." Said Adams. "It's not physical security or a hack. You messed up." Said Adams. 

"Well great it's my fault want to fire me?" Said Jon annoyed. 

"No you need to fix this." Said Adams. 

Jon typed a few more commands into his computer and brought up the more detailed information on the Doll. In the corner a small warning was flagged. 

"What's that?" Asked Adams seeing it at the same time he did. 

"A search flag, we get them in every 100 dolls or so. Belial had them flagged-"Jon paused and winced he had brought the guy's name up again. Adams frowned at the mention of the name but otherwise remained still. 

"Why did that asshole have her flagged? He'd already disappeared a year before we brought her in." Said Adams. 

"Automatic, the Doll had a specific genetic sequence he was looking for. Some experiment he was planning to do I think judging by the names he gave the other flags. Funny I thought I we had his credentials scrubbed from the system." Said Jon. 

"Call the techies to take a look at it again, I want to make sure there is nothing left from him in our systems. But save that flag, and terminate any dolls that have it." Said Adams. 

"Terminate?" said Jon. "Little extreme, we don't know what it even means. For all we know Belials flag for the type of doll he wanted." Said Jon.

"I don't care. The last thing we need is more information going out. As soon as you locate the doll contact me and we'll have it taken care of." Said Adams. 

"Alright, alright. Can I bring in one for more extensive testing if it has the flag?" he asked. 




The True Master Ch. 02



"I don't care just make sure it's disposed of." Said Adams. 

"Got it." 

Adams looked at the scientist for another moment before shaking her head she spun back around to the elevator. 

Stepping back into it she put her keycard to the panel, she was going from the bottom of the building to the top and she didn't particularly feel like stopping. The elevator quickly rose back up through the building stopping on the 75th floor, the office for her boss Mr. Reynard. 

Stepping out Adams was greeted by the receptionist he kept. The woman was of course on of the Dolls and a fairly old one at that one, a model closer to a computer then a living breathing human being. She was perfect in every respect like every Doll and had on what could only be called the classic slutyslutty secretary getupget-up complete with the gaudy overdone makeup. 

"Mr. Reynard is busy at the moment." Said the Doll. 

Adams blew past her to the door. The two hired security in front of the doors and to either side didn't move as she approached. It was common enough for her to barge into his office that they didn't bother trying to stop her, it was usually important. Although her office was much less opulent and more utility.

The Security for the Company were an interesting mix of retired military and former mercenaries who could no longer be in public often. The men all signed non-disclosure agreements before starting work, not that they would truly be binding in a court considering what the Company did but the men were paid more than enough to keep them silent. 

Adams opened the doors to Mr. Reynard's office and stepped inside. 

The door shut behind her and sighed, he was of course half naked his suit strewn about the floor. The first Doll the Company had ever made was kneeling in the corner of the room looking dejected and as miserable as always while a half dozen of the newer models were swarming around Reynard's desk. 

"Get your pants on!" Said Adams. 

Reynard opened his eyes and pushed the doll that was under the desk sucking him off away. 

"This had better be important. I was busy." He said. 

"You're always busy." Said Adams emphasizing the last word. 

Adams turned around and tapping her shoe on the floor waited for him to at least get some pants on. After hearing the belt buckle snap she turned back around to him and put the tablet down on his desk. 

"The Doll, the one that went missing. Belial had it flagged in the system." She said. 

Reynard surprised looked up and ignoring his half buttoned shirt picked the tablet up. 

"He had her marked in the system? He's been gone for over two years now, we picked her up only two months ago!" he said. 

"I know." Said Adams. 

"What the heck does the flag mean?" Asked Reynard. 

"No idea, I told the Doc to dump anything else that gets flagged, we need to have IT scan the system again make sure everything of his is gone." Said Adams. 

Reynard nodded. "Good. We need to find the Doll though, anything yet on that?" He asked. 

"Nothing, the driver was dead and the van was taken for a joyride by some punks so we don't even know where she got away. The police haven't gotten any missing persons reports with her description and the hospitals within 50 miles haven't admitted her. She's gone." Said Adams. 

Reynard groaned. "We need to call in some favors and find her, Belial tagging her in the system her escape has to be related to that somehow. Have those nerd dig through the system and find out what it means." Said Reynard. 

Adams nodded and leaning over picked up the tablet. "I'll do that." 

Reynard sighed and looking back down noticed the Doll hovering inches from his crotch. 

"Anything else?" He asked. 

"No." Said Adams and turning she left the room before he could get his pants off again.



The True Master Ch. 03



Chapter 3 Process Hang

Jan 16 2016:

The True Master 

Opening my eyes I was treated to the same dream I had woken to every morning for the past week. Kate was in my lap, her mouth around my cock slowly moving up and down brining me out of my sleep. Looking up to see that I was awake I saw a mischievous glint in her eyes and she quickened her pace. I remained still and let her work acutely aware that only one of her hands was at my cock the other between her own legs. The act of giving head was almost enough to send her into the throws of an orgasm only my order keeping it at bay.

Not being an active participant in the morning routine I was able to hold off for quite a long time as she moved up and down on my cock the only sounds in the room the ones of her effort. Near my limit I grabbed Kate's head and held her still for a moment my entire cock in her throat and her face pressed up against me. Kate unable to move purred causing her entire throat to vibrate around my cock, losing control I shot down her throat and groaned, my arm fell from her head and Kate pressed herself further onto my cock even as her eyes began to water. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed and I almost wished we could go for another round but in the past few days I had been sexed to the point where I needed a little time to recover. Not that I was complaining. 

As I softened Kate slowly extricated herself from me and with a sigh she let my cock slip from her mouth and she sat up displaying her wonderful body to me.

"Good morning Master!" She said looking pleased with herself at the mornings work. 

"You know I didn't used to be a morning person but with you here waking me up every morning." I trialed off and let my hands move up to rest on her waist.

Kate giggled and lay down next to me pushing her wonderful breasts up against my chest. 

"It's your fault Master! Your dick is always hard in the morning, how can I resist?" She asked. 

I pulled Kate up on top of me so we were facing one another her form on top of my own like the worlds sexiest blanket. "Well I really don't want you too." I said. I could feel her arousal on me now her snatch practically dripping the liquid streaming from her down my leg to the well-used bedsheets below us. I had had to clean them every day this week so far. 

The fact that she was this wet just from giving me a blowjob was a satisfying a gratifyingly dominate male thing, programmed or not having a woman this excited just by being submissive did wonderful things to my libido. Moving quickly I grabbed Kate's arms and rolling put her small form beneath my own. 

Her hair splayed out over the sheets and her own look of surprise were beautiful. She bit her lip and looked up at me with the same hungry look I imagined had been on my own face when she was on top of me. 

"Your turn." I said and I slowly moved forward my now once again hardened dick posed at her entrance teasing her by just brushing it. 

Kate smiled and reaching out wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down for a sizzling kiss as I slid into her. She groaned in content as I entered her and slowly began to move in and out keeping the steady pace I knew would quickly have her on the edge begging for her orgasm. Breaking apart from the kiss I lowered my mouth to her neck and began to nip at her skin, something I had discovered would very quickly drive her wild.

I quickened my pace and Kate moaned as I began to thrust into her with some force. She liked it however I did it with her but rough and fast almost like rutting animals seemed to be the method she preferred if her begging and groans were anything to go by. 

"Master!" She breathed. She was on the edge already and I could feel the muscles of her abdomen and around my dick pulsing as she held her 

"Not yet slave." I whispered giving her earlobe a nip. 

She groaned and her hips started moving up on their own driving me deeper and more forcefully into her. She continued to hold off the orgasm though, and once again the fleeting thought went through my mind that what I was doing was wrong. A woman like Kate with her perfect breasts, perfect hair, perfect ass, and perfect skin. A woman like Kate who was submissive to my every desire and want, waking me up with a blowjob every morning and fucking me at night until we both fell asleep. All of it was fake, she was designed to be this way to be alluring and submissive. Her very mind and body had been taken from her and transformed. The real Kate still buried underneath all of that if she even was still alive probably hated me. 

"Master!" Kate froze, her entire body held rigid she clamped down on me and I came. 

"Now." I said and Kate screamed the orgasm ripping through her body bucking up on me driving my cock into her as I came and she pulled herself up grinding her breasts to my chest squeezing my cock for all that it was worth. 

I collapsed to the side while Kate still twitching remained where she was for a few moments before turning to look at me. 

"I'm going to die if this is how I'm going to wake up every day." I said as I brushed a hair out of her face. 

Kate smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment Master." She said.

"I think I'm going to go back to sleep though." I said yawning. 

"Not today Master!" Said Kate and rolling away from me she hopped off of the bed. She was always energetic in the morning, and I blamed the chip for that no one should be happy like that this early.

I groaned but nodded. "I did promise didn't I." I said. 

"Beth will be here in 30 minutes Master. I should have woken you up earlier." She said. 

"It's fine." I said and getting out of the bed pulled her into a hug. 

"If we take a shower together can you behave? We are on a schedule." I said. 

Kate nodded her head her face set as she promised not to do anything funny in the shower. She broke that promise the moment we stepped under the hot water and I had absolutely no intention of ordering her to stop. 

-

Kate was excited, she was trying to hide it but I could tell. She was bouncing up and down and talking a tad bit more quickly than. She had for the past week been naked most of the time only grudgingly putting on my old sweat shorts and t shirts when Beth came to check on us and even those were usually missing within a few minutes. Which was why she was excited now that we were going shopping for appropriate clothes something which Beth's company would be advantageous Kate not liking my utilitarian sense of style. 

Beth had been annoying at first during her weekend stay at my apartment to watch Kate and make sure I didn't do anything too inappropriate. She had to leave on Monday though going back to work which she did with hesitation some hesitation. I had called in to work and taken my first vacation days in three years so I had the week. 

I had left the apartment only a few times to get more food and other essentials as I was now feeding three at dinner and two at every other meal and the stores of food frozen pizza and readymade meals were quickly depleted. Kate could pound down huge portions of food without gaining a pound and Beth ate with similar gusto, the both of them eating more then I usually would.

"You ready Kate?" I called down the hallway towards our bedroom, I couldn't really call it mine at this point all things considered. 

"Almost Master!" Said Kate down the hall her voice muffled slightly.

There was a knock on the door and going over I quickly opened it lest the irate police officer decided to kick it in again. It had taken me an hour to fix it after the first time. 

"She ready?" asked Beth as she brushed past me into the apartment. 

I shrugged. "It seems that mind control chip or not women still need a while to get dressed." 

Beth rolled her eyes and walking past me went to the bedroom opening the door and giving me one last withering glance she stepped inside to help Kate with whatever girls did behind closed doors.

She was aggressive and sometimes downright rude to me but she and Kate had bonded on some level and I knew her heart was in the right place. Still it was annoying the way she treated me like an idiotic pervert ready to jump to the worse conclusions no matter what I did.

Sitting down on the couch I pulled up the most recent set of notes on the tablet and went over them again. I was making some headway and to tell the truth I had made up a small program to see if I could manipulate something in Kate's behavior as a test. It was easier than trying to recover the memories by a factor of a thousand considering the tablet was already the interface for modifying the dolls and all I had to do was make some educated guesses on the backend of the system that they used. I was hesitant to test it though, afraid I would mess something up in her head. I wasn't sure what I would do if or what would happen if I messed something up. 

The bedroom door opened and I heard the two of them walking out. 

"Ready to go?" I asked standing up. 

Kate was dressed in an almost skintight black t-shirt and denim jeans, a brown leather jacket only slightly too large for her on to protect her from the cold outside. The red mane of hair that she usually let go in every direction was combed straight and pulled back. She was borrowing the clothes from Beth today which was why they were a little big on her small frame.

I was once again struck dumb unsure what to say she looked like a slightly puffy version of a Biker girl and despite the fact I had never ridden a motorcycle in my life I wanted too. 

Kate smiled and looked over at Beth. "I think Master likes it." She said. 

"Good for him." Said Beth. 

Kate came over to me and pressed herself to me. 

"I'm trying to decide what else you can do to make me look like an idiot." I said. 

Kate giggled. "I'm sure I can think of something Master." 

"I certainly hope so."

Beth cleared her throat and the two of us looked up at her and moved apart slightly so that she wouldn't get all worked up again. Standing Kate dragged me to the door she was eager to leave the apartment. 

Kate took a deep breath as we stepped outside she had been stuck inside for a week after all. It was cold outside but not horrible there were patches of snow from the last snowfall a few days ago but for the most part the only thing on the pavement was the sprinkle of salt here and there. 

Leading Kate and Beth down through the apartment complex we went to my old beat up car and piled inside. Beth took the passenger side seat and forced a somewhat reluctant Kate into the back seat. 

"The last thing I need is you staring at her while you drive." She said. 

"And I can look at you?" I asked joking.

"You can sure, I'll just shoot you in the parking lot once we get there." She deadpanned. 

I rolled my eyes and started the engine. My old car had been out in the cold for a few days and slowly wheezed to life. Turning back to pull out of the spot I saw Kate looking around the back of my old car examining the small tear in the back of the passenger side seat where the ice scraper had gotten stuck and ripped the fabric.

"Master?" Kate slowly asked as she looked at the car and the rest of the small blemishes on it. 

"Yes?"

"How much money are planning to spend?" She asked. 

I swallowed this was the sticking point that I had been putting off mentioning considering how excited she had been to leave the apartment. "I have about 300 maybe, I'd prefer if we spend less than that." I said. 

"Oh." Said Kate. I winced at that. 

"I hadn't thought about the money Master. I was planning to get a lot of stuff to make you happy, but I can't do that can I?" She said sounding forlorn at the prospect. 

"No. Sorry." I said I wanted to see her in the types of clothes she was thinking of little scraps of leather and lingerie but with the limited budget we would hardly be able to get her the essentials to a wardrobe. Kate had been programmed to go to someone with money and lots of it someone who would on a whim fly around the world or buy a new sports car type of rich. She was supposed to be just another toy that some rich trust fund idiot got to play with so I wasn't surprised that she hadn't thought about how I would pay for the clothes she was going to get.

"I'm sorry Master! I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I just hadn't considered it, I mean I know the apartment is cheap, but I don't know I was picturing you having a nice car or something." She said and then covered her mouth and blushed. 

"Hey don't knock my baby, I've had her since I was a teenager!" I said and I gave the dashboard a good hit. The air duct that would blast the air conditioning in my face fell out of its socket and to the floor of the car, I ignored it. 

"We have about 400 to spend on you." Said Beth not looking back at her or me.

I glanced over at her and she snorted. "It's for her sure as hell not for you. I don't have a lot to spare either." Said Beth. I nodded and didn't say anything, under her tough cop façade she really was nice at heart towards Kate at least me she hated with a vengeance but I could live with that. 

The rest of the drive to the shopping mall was uneventful, the roads were mostly clear of traffic and it was a cold Saturday not many people were out yet as early as we were. The shopping mall we were going to was an older structure built back in the 80's but had been maintained well enough with only a new paint job that was only peeling in a few small places. At least they had gotten rid of the 90's purple. It had everything in it from your dollar dirt cheap stores to the midrange faux pas high end stores. 

I wasn't completely sure what we were going to get though and I was perfectly fine with leaving that up to Kate with Beth along to at least try and be frugal with the money. Kate needed some normal clothes to go out in, shoes, and whatever other clothes women needed not to mention amenities like shampoo and other more feminine products she had been using my shampoo and she wasn't particularly fond of it. 

Entering the mall Beth and I turned towards the Supercenter while Kate zeroed in on the higher end designer store. She noticed the two of us looking in the opposite direction a moment later and turned back around. 

"Well, let's go then." I said. 

"Yes sir." Said Kate and she paused. 

I glanced back at her. "Kate?" 

"I called you sir!" She said. 

"We're in public, it would call attention to us to have you calling me Master. It's probably part of the programming." I said shrugging at it. 

Kate nodded. "It's strange, even in my head it's different." She said and she tapped her head frowning. 

"Come on both of you, you can figure it out latter." Said Beth and grabbing Kate by the arm she started to drag the reluctant half woman half doll towards the Superstore. In a trot behind them we made quite an odd group, a tall muscular blond dragging a petite redhead down through the mall followed by an average Joe of a guy who looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep in a long time. 

-

The Rich Boy

Toy waited next to her sister Doll at the door, the Master was scheduled to be home any minute now but his schedule was always flexible so the two had been waiting by the door for the past hour having nothing else to do with all other chores and tasks complete. 

Toy was naked while her sister Doll next to her was dressed in the skimpy maid outfit that the Master enjoyed so much. She had been ordered not to dress on her first day with the Master, he liked the tattoos on her skin saying the ink was more than enough for her to wear. 

She enjoyed it when the Master's eyes scanned over her skin following every curve of her luscious body and the swirls of the tattoos she bore. It was enough to get the Master excited enough to use her and Toy shuddered slightly remembering the last time the Master had used her his hands around her neck holding her down as he plowed in and out of Toys hopelessly inflamed and worthless body. He had kicked her aside when he finished leaving Toy to clean up the mess she had made while he used her, she had enjoyed that licking up her Master's seed mixed with her own worthless juices from the floor. 

The door opened and the Master stepped inside both toy fell to her knees in time with her sister next to her both of them bowing before the most important thing in their lives. Toy could already feel her skin becoming hotter, her pussy wetter and nipples going harder with his presences. She was always in a state of arousal she was a doll after all. With the Master in the room though that arousal shot upwards in unison the two Dolls bowed down in front of the Master their knees on the floor faces inches from the ground. 

The Master shrugged off his coat and dropping it on the floor stepped forwards until his feet were inches from Toy and Slut their faces nearly on the ground. 

"Did you miss me Slut?" Asked the Master. 

"Slut missed her Master." Said the Doll. 

"Toy did you miss me?" 

"Toy missed her Master!" Said Toy. She was resisting the urge to move forwards and kiss his feet to show just how much she had missed him.

"Good, both of you up to the bedroom now! Slut get those clothes off." Said the Master. 

Slut quickly stepped out of the skimpy maid outfit and the two Dolls followed the Master up to the bedroom. He was stripping as he went leaving articles of clothing on the floor around him as he walked. Toy nearly collapsed on the floor as a wave of arousal shot through her when he stripped out of his pants with a small hop releasing his glorious cock. 

The Master sat down on the edge of the bed and the two dolls once again kneeled in front of him. 

"Both of you suck me off." Said the Master and he leaned back to lie on the bed.

Toy and Slut glanced at one another their internal programing quickly determining who would take the lead of pleasuring their Master. Toy was quickly selected as she was at the moment the Master's favorite so that would bring him greater pleasure and that was all that was important. Leaning forward Toy slowly took her Masters glorious cock into her mouth. Slut meanwhile rose up to place her check next to Toy and after a few seconds going up and down on the Masters cock Toy turned to Slut. Moving together they began to kiss one another their tongs moving into the others mouth before breaking apart. Slut turned and took the Masters cock into her mouth while Toy waited for them to trade again. It didn't really excite Toy to make out with her fellow Doll but they both knew it was a sight that Master enjoyed should he open his eyes to watch what they were doing. 

For several minutes Toy and Slut traded off, Toy becoming increasingly more aroused as the Masters cock became slick with their combined juices. It glistened in the light of the room slick enough to easily slide into any of the other holes that Toy had that were howling in slavish need. Toy and Slut noticed the Master was close to finishing and moving to their respective sides of his cock each of them began to slide their lips over it. 

The Master came and the two Dolls continued to move. Toy groaned as his seed splashed onto her face, she wanted nothing more than to lick it off and taste her Master. 

"Enough! Slut go get the shower ready for me." Said Master. 

Slut bowed her head and gracefully got to her feet her lips still covered in spit and cum, her pussy practically glistening in the soft light of the room. 

Reaching down Master grabbed a happy Toy by the arms and dragged her up on to the bed with him.

"Hands and knees." Ordered the Master. 

Toy quickly put herself in the position her ass facing towards Master. Toy let out a small sigh of glee and content as the Master pulled her hair back and shoved his dick into her. The Master was still gloriously hard and he was making use of her! Toy immediately began to flex her internal muscles constricting them around the Masters glorious cock. 




The True Master Ch. 03



The Master fucked her like that for only a few minutes before he grunted and came inside of her. The Master pulled more roughly on her hair dragging her back up to his chest as he continued to spill into her. Finally releasing her hair Master reached around and roughly grabbed Toy's breasts holding onto them as his cum continued to pour into her. 

Toy was in heaven, her brain was flooded with near quadruple the amount of endorphins that a normal human could produce and coupled with the Master buried deeply inside of he she was on a high. The Master slowly tilted her forward and so consumed by the pleasure she didn't even throw her arms out to cushion her fall. The Master took the brunt of the weight his hands still wrapped tightly around her breasts squeezing them and further enflaming her passions. 

"Fuck!" The Master swore, and Toy a moment to late realized she had been so consumed by her pleasure and had not thought of the Master first hurting him. His hands had been bent awkwardly and that had hurt him when he landed on them. 

"You dumb bitch!" The Master hissed in her ear. Toy whimpered as he released her breasts and drew out of her rolling to get off of the bed. 

"Toy is sorry!" She said, the pleasure she had been feeling plunging to shame with equal intensity. She had failed the Master! She had wronged him and hurt him!

"Fucking hell that hurt." Grumbled the Master. Reaching over to his nightstand he picked up the tablet that always sat there. 

"You need to be punished bitch, come here." Said The Master. 

Whimpering Toy followed her Master's order and went over to the edge of bed where he was pointing. 

Toy felt something snap into her neck and looking out of the corner of her eye she saw a small black cord running from her neck to the tablet in her Master's hand. 

Toy watched as he tapped something on the tablet, and felt the back of her neck tingle as if it had been pinched. The world around her fell apart, her senses so attuned to pleasure were suddenly registering only pain her skin that was always pleasantly smoldering was now on fire. Her nipples were raw and exposed, although the pain from those was nothing compared to her pussy, it felt as if she were cramping and it had a bucket of ice shoved inside of her. This was not the pleasant pain of the Master using her this was torture and a primal pain. 

It was a pain that within the depths of Toy's soul brought out for just a moment what she had once been. Kaylee screamed out in pain and collapsed onto the edge of the bed conscious only for a moment. Toy looked up at her Master tears in her eyes. 

"Master! Make it stop!" She begged her hands going out to him he was her salvation and her only hope to end the pain. 

The Master stepped back away from her looking at Toy like the worthless Doll that she was, a worthless Doll to be used as he wished the pain toy felt was for the Master it would make her better for him she would not pay attention to her own pleasure she would make sure he received his. That was her purpose. 

"You failed, you disappointed me. This is what happens to disappointing dolls." Said the Master. Reaching around Toy once again felt the small pinch and the Master turned and went to the bathroom. 

Toy felt herself fall to the floor, landing awkwardly with her head and shoulder twisting unnaturally but the pain from that compared to the rest of the in her worthless body was nothing and shivering she curled up into a ball on the floor trying to cope with the pain and endure it for her Master. To her enslaved mind it wasn't the physical pain that hurt the most the true pain came from knowing that she had failed her Master and let her own pointless desires rule her actions. 

Shivering on the floor the last vestiges of the woman she had been fell away and Toy became a true Doll, a creature completely devoted to her Master.

-

The True Master

I was bored. Watching Kate and Beth go through a massive pile of clothes and accessories picking out what Kate would need was hardly entertaining. It had been fun at first seeing her try on everything from a modest sundress to skinny jeans tighter than the ones that Beth had lent her but I apparently didn't have enough of a discerning palate when it came to clothing because the only thing I was really paying attention to was how much skin Beth was showing, and it wasn't like she was trying on sexy undergarments. She was trying on clothes from the sales rack in a super store. 

In a huff at my lack of input which was causing Kate stress because she couldn't figure out what I liked Beth had shooed me away to go somewhere anywhere else in the store away from the two of them so she could help Kate decide what she wanted to get. I didn't have the money to spend on anything else and I had just stocked up on food so I aimlessly walked around the store trying to window shop, everything here was cheap and the shoddiest quality so even that was difficult. 

My phone rang and picking up I glanced at the ID, it was Beth. 

"Yes?" I asked answering the phone. 

"Get back over here now." She said. The line went dead but my phone was already in my pocket and I was sprinting back through the store. I had no idea what had happened but for Beth to be calling me back and the fact that she had time only to say that meant that something was wrong, sprinting a few minimum wage employees halfheartedly try to stop me but within seconds of her call I was back in the clothing section of the store. 

A small group of people was now standing around the dressing rooms. Not paying them any mind I roughly pushed a few of the people out of the way and was greeted by the sight of a half-naked Kate standing in front of the stalls her only article of clothing some ridiculously short shorts being shielded by Beth who had her badge out and was waving it in front of some gigantic athletic looking asshole's face. Beth and I together wouldn't weigh much more than the guy and he had muscles that bulged out of the wife beater he was wearing. 

"I said get lost!" growled Beth.

The guy had his hands raised but wasn't looking at Beth his gaze instead locked on the half-naked Kate. 

"I didn't do anything, just said I would like to see her without the shirt on. She's the one who stripped." Said the guy somewhat bemused. 

Kate spotted me and breaking from behind Beth's protection hurried over to me unconcerned with the fact that she was flashing the sizable crowd that had formed. 

"I said back away! Everyone disperse!" Said Beth shouting over the crowd as people started to hoot and shout at the small show that Kate was giving them. Beth stepped forward and shoved the muscle headed idiot away the badge still firmly in her hands he remained solidly in place even as the rest of the crowd reluctantly began to melt away. 

"Why you clinging to that looser." He asked Kate still ignoring Beth in front of him as she tried to get him to move. Beth was bluffing with the badge at the moment the last thing Kate needed was getting the police's attention even as a victim.

Kate shivered and ducked down behind me even more hiding from the man. 

"She wants you to leave." I said my voice cold. 

The guys eyes widened and he took a small step back, he looked around and seeing no one was watching turned and walked away. 

Beth lowered the badge and I turned around to Kate who had tears in her eyes at this point. 

"I'm sorry Sir!" She said her voice nearly hysterical. 

"What happened?" I asked as I held up my hand and Beth deftly tossed me a shirt which I quickly pulled over Kate's head. 

"The man, he saw me coming out of the changing room to show Beth the shorts I was wearing and said something about wanting to see me without anything on." She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes. 

"The next thing I knew I was taking off my shirt! Beth had to stop me from doing anything else before I managed to fight it off. It felt like you had given me an order Master!" She said and then completely broke down and began to bawl in my arms. 

"Shit." I said and I turned to Beth. 

"Can you get her stuff? I'm taking her back to the car." I said as I pulled her closer to me. 

Beth nodded and reaching around to rip the tag off of the shirt Kate was wearing collected the rest of the clothes the two of them had selected. I quickly led Kate out of the store and back out through the rest of the mall to the parking lot. She had taken something that someone else had said as an order which was scary enough, but from what I knew the Doll programming created an exclusive relationship the Master was the only one who could give orders to the Doll. 

But Kate wasn't a full Doll she had broken that part of the programing. That fractured code that let her escape had also done other things like the behavior we had just witnessed. The Master Doll relationship dynamic was screwed up creating a hole so she would follow any order directed at her. If she was going to accept orders and suggestions from anyone around her then when we took her out we were going to have to be careful another errant comment and Beth wouldn't be able to cover it up with her badge.

"I'm sorry sir." Whispered Kate as we exited the building into the cold air winter air. I looked over at her and saw tears going down her face. I didn't know what to do, a woman crying was something I had never had to deal and she looked utterly broken and even more confusing she had a glint of fear in her eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." I said and drew her into a hug. 

"The people who did this to you, they are the ones who are to blame. Not you Kate." I said.

"I ruined the day though sir, I can't do anything right!" She whimpered. 

"Kate your perfect." 

"But I took an order from a man who wasn't my Master!" she said. 

"You broke the program they put into you Kate even I'm not your true Master. You have no Master you are free from them! We just have to work on getting rid of the side effects!" I said trying to console her.

Her eyes widened and she violently shook her head. "I don't want to be free Master! Not anymore! I want you to be my Master!" She said. The tears were streaming down her cheeks now. 

At the car I opened the door to the back seat and ushered her inside, it would be a few minutes before Beth showed up so I slipped into the back beside her. 

"And you only feel this way because of the programming that's still in tour head." I said with a sigh. 

Kate ignored me as she continued to sob. 

"Can you do something for me Master?" asked Kate. "Promise to do something for me?" 

I didn't know what she was thinking but I could hardly deny her anything. "Sure." I said. 

"Order me to only obey you." She said. 

"What?" 

"Order me to only obey you! You're my Master you have to be! If someone else can give me an order they could take me away from you!" She said distressed. 

I was hesitant to order something like that, unsure of what the repercussions would be. So far the orders I had given her pertained only to physical actions this would be a mental order something like this would modify the way she thought a dangerous prospect to say the least.

"What if I can make it so you don't have to follow orders at all?" I asked.

"An order like that won't work Master." Said Kate shaking her head. 

"Not an order, I have a test program to try and modify what's still in your chip. I'm nowhere close to recovering your memories but I figure in the meantime we could make you as normal as possible." I said. 

"You want to make it so I don't have to follow orders from you?" Said Kate her voice shaking slightly. 

"Yeah, no orders from anyone you'd be free! Then we just have to work on getting your memories back." 

She leaned over on me putting her head on my shoulder and leaned up to my ear. 

"I like the orders you give me Master. I get all tingly and happy when you give me even a small one, and when you order me while you use me." She shuddered and one of her hands drifted down onto her breast. "I feel like I'm in heaven." 

I nodded. "That's the programming that they put into your head. That's why you feel that way." I said. 

"What if I don't want to go back to what I was?" Said Kate. "For all I know I was a horrible person and this is my punishment." She said. 

"I doubt that Kate, and even if you don't want to I have to try. I couldn't keep you like you are now its wrong!" I said. 

Kate sighed and smiling leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek. "You really are a nice Master. If you want me too I'll try the program you've come up with." She said.

"I do, I really would like to wait longer to test it more but if you're taking orders form everyone around you we really don't have a choice. If it doesn't work I'll give that order." I said. 

"You promise Master?" She said. 

"Yes."

-

"You've had this for two days?" Said Beth seething. "And you didn't tell us!?"

"I'm rooting around in Kate's brain with this program! I had to check and make sure everything will work. I've gone over it a dozen times and I don't even know if it will work!" I said frustrated. 

"But it will fix her?" Said Beth. 

"No! Unless I make a breakthrough it's going to take months or even years to figure out a way to recover her memories. This is a simple modification to her already existing programming just to see if I understand it! It's a test!" I said. 

"What will it do Master?" Asked Kate. 

"From what the manual and tablet gave me I pieced together how they use the chip to reprogram the Dolls. The chips don't actually overwrite anything in the mind, it rewires the brain rerouting a small portion of the hippocampus to the implant." 

The two blinked at me so I continued to explain breaking it down as best I could. "The conscious part of the brain. Meaning that they didn't have to reprogram you about walking talking or basic bodily functions, and the implant for example can't shut down your heart or make you stop breathing. Those functions are autonomic and are situated mostly in the brain stem. The rerouting of the hippocampus means that your mind is something like a hybrid system, half biological half computerized. Although the values are more like ninety percent to ten percent in ratio." I said. 

"What is this going to do Master, the thing you are going to try." Said Kate trying not to show how nervous she was. 

"From what I can understand the chip operates like any other computer so I'm going to hack it and change the order of the hierarchical file structure, it's the organization method computers have always used and hackers have always broken into. What I'm going to try and do is remove a branch of the command tree. A single line of code or instruction but that simple the biggest issue won't be removing that command but compensating for the rest of the values. From what I can tell each chip has to be tailored to the person because every brain is different. This means a full MRI scan and a dozen other things and is also why I can't just delete everything on the chip, your brain would go haywire. I'm hoping that by deleting a single line your brain can cope enough and compensate on its own although I have built in some barriers to try and mitigate any side effects." I said. 

Beth slammed her hand down on the table. "So you're removing her need to obey?" she said. 

"The need for Kate to call me Master. It's simple enough but should be the most obvious to test." I said. "If this works then we can try removing her need to obey people." 

Beth nodded. "Sounds good to me, let's do it!" She said. 

"What now?" I said suddenly nervous.

"You've had it for two days, you've gone over it a dozen times why not? Is waiting going to make it better?" she said. 

"Well no. It's simple from the programming aspect. But I still don't know how it will interact with Kate's brain." I said. 

"And we won't know that if you work on it for a year will you?" Said Beth. 

"No." I replied evenly. 

"I want to try Master." Said Kate. 

I swallowed. "Kate I could turn you into a vegetable if this is messed up. If I can't fix you I don't know what I'd do." I hesitated. "If I mess you up to much I'd have to alert them, they would be the only ones able to fix you." 

Kate violently shook her head. "No Master! If it doesn't work I can't go back to them!" She said. "I need you to promise me Master!" 

I couldn't make that promise, if I did royally screw up and turn her brain to Jell-O then I would have to give her back to them. I couldn't take her to a hospital because they would get here there and I could hardly take care of someone in a coma on my own for an extended period of time.

"Kate.." I trailed off unsure about how to say it. 

"Master I need that promise!" Said Kate. She stood up and putting her hands on her hips glared down at me, trying to be as stern as she could despite the fact she was probably terrified at the prospect of fighting with me and that we were about to go rooting around in her head. Standing up to me was something she had difficulty with on the best of days. Still this was what I was trying to give back to her. 

I was already in the red morally speaking anyway, having her with me and using her like I did. Would adding murder on top of that really change what I deserved in the grand scheme?

"I promise." I said. 

"Marcus, it's the right thing to do." Said Beth. 

I sighed and shook my head having Beth's approval wasn't helping nearly as much as it should have. Clapping my hands together breaking the gloomy mood I picked up my laptop and handed Kate the cable attached to it.

"We're not going to have to worry about that anyway. This will work." I said trying to put more confidence into my words then what I actually felt. 

Kate reaching around snapped the cable in place, all of us hearing the faint metallic click as a small magnet locked it in place. 

"You should probably lie down this might be disorienting." I said. 

Kate nodded and Beth moved out of the way for her to lie on the couch next to me. 

The computer had recognized Kate and I had a utility running that was recording all data in and out so I could go over it latter although at the moment all the implant in Kate's head was giving me was a standard USB acknowledgment. I guess when you're making evil brain implants you still have to use the same standards as everyone else. 

"You good Kate?" I asked.

"I am Master." Said Kate. 

I looked over at Beth. "I don't know what's going to happen here." I said.

Beth nodded. "I know. Try." She said. 

Swallowing I looked back down at the laptop display. Kate's entire brain was hooked up to this and one stray command one bad keystroke could scramble it. Running the commands to check that everything was connected and the chip was communicating properly with the laptop I looked over at Kate. 

"You ready?" I repeated.

She nodded and holding my breath my hands shaking slightly I executed the program. For a moment everything was silent as the program was sent to Kate's implant and it was processed. 

Kate's eyes widened and she let out a blood curdling scream, her body tensed up and to my horror her mouth snapped close with a violent click blood quickly welling up from her mouth. 

"Turn it off!" Shouted Beth as she moved over and quickly spun Kate onto her side to keep her from chocking. 

"That'll do more damage!" said. I was watching as the data from her chip was streamed into my computer, dozens if not hundreds of errors were popping up all of them appearing and then being replaced more quickly than I could read them. The words I caught were not encouraging. Host incompatibility, corrupted substrate, and internal damages along nerve/electronic bridges.

I watched the countdown clock as the program finished. It had only taken thirty seconds but that had felt like an eternity. The program finished and the errors stopped streaming the chip once again reporting that everything was fine. 




The True Master Ch. 03



"Unplug her." I said my voice shaky. 

Beth reached around and unplugged Kate. I put the laptop down and went over to her. She was flushed pale, blood was dripping form her lips and her eyes were closed. 

"Kate?" I said. 

Nothing. 

Beth moved her hand to Kate's neck and looked down at her watch. "She's got a steady heartbeat." She said. 

"She should, the chip can't effect autonomic functions like I said." 

"Is this normal?" asked Beth. 

"I don't know!" I almost shouted frustrated. "Fuck!" I swore.

"God damn it I should have waited run more tests!" I said. The program had been perfect I had gone over it a dozen times and rewritten it just as many times to make sure there were not errors. I had messed up, somewhere I had done something wrong and I had killed her. 

I was jumping to the worst possible conclusion but I didn't know what else to do. 

Going to the kitchen I grabbed a towel and going back out tossed it to Beth who quickly put it to Kate's lips to staunch the bleeding. Picking my laptop back up I began to go through it looking at the different errors that had come up and tried to figure out what had happened. 

I read through them, and the clock on the screen slowly ticked through the time.

I read through everything, I looked at everything trying to understand what had happened. 

At two in the morning Beth stood up. "Anything?" She asked.

I looked up my eyes bleary from the screen. "I don't know. I could have done something wrong, or what Kate did to escape messed the chip up, or a hundred other things."

I closed my eyes and rubbed at them trying to clear them. 

"So is she stuck like this?" Asked Beth. 

I shrugged and turned back to the screen. "I don't know enough about the Dolls to do anything." I said miserable. I had killed her. 

Kate sat up. 

"Kate!" I said the laptop dropping to the floor. 

She looked at me her head snapping to me. The eyes, her eyes were different instead of the joy and feistiness I had come to enjoy in them there they were as blank and unconcerned as a Doll. 

I shivered and Kate slid off of the couch to kneel in front of me. 

"This Doll serves the Master" she said. 

"Kate?" I questioned. 

She didn't move. 

"Stand up." I said. 

Kate quickly got to her feet and stood ramrod straight, almost at military attention save for the fact she was leaning forward making her breasts appear larger. 

"Does Master wish to name this Doll?" She asked. 

I felt the blood draining from my face, this was a part of the standard Doll startup sequence. The Dolls needed a name or a number something to identify them by it was in the first page of the manual in the tablet.

Kate was gone I had killed her or suppressed her. Whatever my program did it had destroyed that part of her that allowed her to resist the chip and be herself in some small way. I collapsed to the ground and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. The Kate I had known for the past week was gone. It had felt like an eternity but it had only been a week, I had promised to help her but all I had done was kill her.



The True Master Ch. 04



Chapter 4 Trojan

Jan 24 2016:

The True Slave

I floated in the darkness images flashing in and out of existence in and incoherent mess at the edges of my vision. With each image I had a moment of clarity I saw my parents and then forgot them, I saw my original face in the mirror and then forgot it. Countless other images floated in and out of my mind all of them quickly slipping back into the void. 

I had given up trying to hold onto the images as they floated through my mind. My head only hurt more when I tried to latch onto what I knew was the real me. Whatever had been done to me had locked it further beyond my reach. So I waited in the darkness hoping that someone would be able to save me. 

A face flashed in front of me and for the first time in what felt like forever I paid attention to it. It was the face of my Master! It was the face that I had come to love with every ounce of my being. My Master was kind and controlling, sincere and dominating. He had morals which made it difficult for him to see me as I was, the slave who wished to do nothing more than bow at his feet. Inside the blackness I shuddered the images of the pleasure the Master had given me surfacing.

He was still hesitant, and he did not treat me like the slave I was supposed to be. A small feeble part of my mind more restrained and buried by the darkness rejoiced at this. I wanted him to be my only Master and have him use me but becoming a Doll was not what he wanted. My Master would not use a Doll, the body of a woman was not what he truly craved. The control and domination of a woman, the use of a slave like something from an Eastern fantasy. 

Reaching out into the darkness I grabbed onto the image of my Master and clutched it to my chest holding it more tightly then any of the other images before it. If there was anyone who could save me from the darkness I was floating in it was Master!

Keeping my hold on the image I focused on the memories of my Master they were the only solid things in my mind. The Master was so kind, I had to beg him to use me and threaten to go to another master to get him to use me. His touches always so gentle in the beginning would turn into rough dominant gropes as he lost his self-control, and still the touch soft or rough would never cease to bring me pleasure the touches were nothing compared to the times he used me though with each use better than the last. 

I watched as the Master worked, from the cold confines of the cage inside my own mind the memories of what I had been floating at the edges I waited and clutched at the image of him with it I could focus enough to see what was happening. The Master had not slept in days, his features already scared by the little sleep he normally got turning gaunt. His hair usually a mat of unkempt hair but still clean became greasy and knotted as he worked his eyes locked to the computer in front of him fingers lying across the keyboard. 

He had tried to save me, and this had happened. I had done this to my Master, my imperfections and inability to be what my Master wanted were slowly killing him. I wanted so much to reach out and tell the Master that I was right in front of him but my body was locked behind the chip and I was doing all I could not to slip back into the blackness fearing that I would never be able to resurface. 

The True Master

"Marcus!" 

Beth grabbed the laptop away from me and I blinked my eyes having trouble focusing for a moment. 

"Marcus you need to rest!" Said Beth as she slammed the laptop down on the coffee table.

Still blinking I looked up at her, she was back in her police uniform and light was shining in through the window behind her. 

"What time is it?" I asked. 

"Four in the afternoon. Have you been up since I left?" Asked Beth. 

"I guess so." I said I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to get my tired eyes to focus. 

"You've been up two days straight Marcus. You keep drinking these things and it'll kill you." Said Beth as she picked up one of the multiple energy drink cans strewn about on the couch and dropped it back onto the floor where I had been throwing them.

"I need to fix this." I said I growled. 

"And killing yourself helps how?" Asked Beth. 

I closed my eyes and leaned back into the couch. She had a point, and to make matters worse I had made absolutely no progress in the last 12 hours. I simply didn't have enough data. I groaned and flinched immediately remembering too late what the sound would do. 

"Can Kate be of service?" Asked the Doll in the corner of the room stepping forward from where I had told her to wait. 

"No." I replied quickly dismissing the Doll to resume her stance in the corner of the room. She had refused to sit seeing it as a breach of protocol and as far as I could tell she either didn't need sleep or the chip was letting her sleep like a dolphin or something using only half of her brain letting her remain alert to me while she stood in the corner of the room. 

Beth glanced over at Kate she was still dressed in the clothes she had worn when we all went out but it wasn't her. The body the face, everything was the same but her eyes were dead and I could practically see her behind them begging to be set free. It was probably my imagination torturing me but I couldn't order het to leave the room or even turn around. I deserved the dead look in her eyes. I had destroyed whatever the small thing in her brain that let them get away from them and break the programming like she had the first time, and for that I would take the punishment of her cold glare. 

"Do you know what went wrong?" Asked Beth. 

"No. All I can figure is that her initial error that let her escape them and be herself for the most part was reset when I tried to reprogram her." 

"And you can't fix it." Said Beth. 

"I don't have enough data! I don't know how the hell any of this works or what the servers they have are doing. I need data to examine but even hooking this tablet up to the internet for a moment to get data will lead them straight to us!" I said. 

"Can't you bounce the signal around so they can't find you? Proxies or something hacker like that?" asked Beth. 

I snorted. "Sure, I could do that hacker stuff but Kate would have to be hooked up to the tablet for them to stream the data I need. You want to leave her connected to them while I record what I need?" I asked. 

Beth grimaced and shook her head. "No." 

"We need the data between the servers and a Doll." I said. I had no idea how to get that, a buffer or something between Kate and them? An artificial brain hooked up to the tablet or something to try and get the servers to send the data? 

"Does it matter what kind of doll?" asked Beth. 

I opened my eyes and looked over at her. "No it shouldn't. From what I read in the manual and in the code the dolls programing is interchangeable the interface is what they adapt to each one." I said. 

"Then what about Kent's club. We know he has a doll my friend Tracy." Said Beth slowly. 

I blinked and ran through it in my head, it would work if I was able to get the data between the tablet and the doll when he did something to modify her programming. A custom remote access Trojan set to activate when that happened would be practically impossible to trace and easy to install assuming we could get physical access to the tablet. The wireless security on the things was top notch so hacking into one from a distance would take too long. 

"That should work if we can get a computer virus on his tablet so I can access it." I said and hesitating I looked up at Beth. "We won't be able to save Tracy at least not yet. I have no idea what could happen if we take a doll belonging to someone else for all we know she would go straight back to them and tell the all about us." I said. 

"I know." Said Beth her face hard. 

"But once you fix Kate and figure out how to stop them, she's the next one you save got it?" Said Beth.

I nodded and Beth gave me a small smile.

"You need to sleep, and I need to get us ticket to the most exclusive club in town. When will you be ready?" Asked Beth. 

"Tomorrow, I can't do it tonight." I said.

"Right it's going to take me that long to get us in anyway." Said Beth. "I have a friend who can get us invites into the main club but not the backroom one so we'll have to sneak in there." She said.

"You know how?" I asked.

"How do you think I got those photos? I was up in the rafters of the place. The club used to be a warehouse." She said. 

"Ah. Well that's good." I said slightly bemused. 

"I'll be here around 10 tomorrow night then." She said. 

"Sounds good." I said.

Beth got up from the chair and walked out of the apartment carefully closing the door behind her. I closed my eyes and leaned over on the couch light was still streaming in from outside but I was so tired that it hardly bothered me. I had probably slept some time since Saturday if it was already Tuesday but those had been short naps that I didn't remember with my undiagnosed insomnia I hardly ever took naps and falling asleep during the day was even more difficult.

Still I was exhausted and didn't even feel like trying to make it to my bed so instead I pushed back into the cushions of my old couch getting more comfortable. I was dropping off to sleep very quickly when I felt something at waist level trying to get into my pants. 

I blearily opened my eyes, it was dark outside I had apparently taken my first nap in a long time. Looking through the darkness of the apartment illuminated by only the blinking of the laptop on the table in front of me and the streetlights outside was Kate kneeling in front of me her hands digging into pants trying to undo the belt.

"Kate!" I said surprised. 

"Master." She said her voice impassive. 

"What are you doing? Stop!" I said as I slapped her hands away from me my heart suddenly racing. 

Kate's hands stopped and she drew them away. 

"What did Kate do wrong Master?" Asked the Doll, her voice was the same as Kate's but it wasn't her the inflections were off, there was no spirit no life behind the words. I was already going to hell taking Kate when she was something halfway between a Doll and her normal self so there was no way in hell I was going to do anything with her as a Doll.

"Nothing. Return to standby mode. Wake me up at 11" I said giving her direct orders. 

The Doll turned and went over to her spot in the corner of the room perfectly navigating the darkness despite the trash on the floor. She seemed to have perfect spatial awareness although I hadn't tested her abilities to confirm it but it made sense she was more computer then human at this point. I shook my head, whatever kind of man needed to pay millions for a women who would act like the doll Kate was at the moment was no man and was only out for the physical gratification. 

It was probably a little hypocritical but then I really didn't equate what I had with Kate to her obeying me and being a Doll. When Kate first stumbled into my apartment she was confused and disoriented trying to make sense of everything that had happened to her. They had rewritten her brain for god's sake that was something straight out of a sci-fi! She had begged me to be her Master just to satisfy the programming in her chip so she wouldn't go running off looking for another man to take that place. I had let her convince me to have sex with her just because I was lonely, if I were a better man I would have not let that happen despite her begging. 

Still I was fighting and working to bring that Kate back, and I had no illusions that the first thing we would do was jump back into the sheets with one another. Having her under my thumb and even the reactions of her body under my control was an intoxicating power, one that I didn't even want to try and resist. 

I had been Kate's Master before and I would be again. 

--

Beth looked me up and down frowning. 

"That's the best you can do?" she said. "This is a rich club not a college bash."

I looked down at my clothes, a solid black button down shirt and jeans. I had thought I looked fine. 

"I don't have a suit if that's what you're asking. Can't I just be an eccentric rich guy?" I asked. 

She just shook her head and muttered something about men. Beth was for her part stunning, a low cut black dress that exposed an ample amount of breast and was shorter at the waist then anything had thought she would wear, combined with high heels and a tight golden necklace around her throat made her look absolutely stunning.

"We're going in my car, I don't care how eccentric a millionaire you are you would not drive that clunker." She said. 

"Don't go knocking my car, we've been together for a long time." I said pouting. 

Kate rolled her eyes but otherwise didn't comment. 

"You have the virus ready?" She asked. 

"It's called a Trojan, and yes I have it ready." I reached into my pocket and drew out three small USB drives. One was old, one new and the other just a bare circuit board. 

"Made three copies." I said and held out the newer USB to her. She took the small drive and tucked it in between her cleavage. I blinked and looked up at her. 

"I don't have pockets on this thing." She said defensively. It was true the dress was very form fitting on her pressing into her every curve.

"Its plug and play if either of us get close enough to Kent's tablet just plug it in, wait a minute pull the drive out and walk away." I said. 

"If he doesn't have it?" She asked.

"His phone, plug it into that. It won't help us get the Doll data but it will give me access to all of his accounts so it would make it easier to find the tablet." I said. 

Beth nodded. "From the work I've already done he takes a doll to his club every few days so he and his buddies can play with her in an private room." She said. 

"So he has the tablet on him?" I asked. 

"I never saw it but that things tiny it would fit in a suit" she said pointing at the one on my table. 

"And you know he's got the doll their tonight?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "He doesn't have a schedule but its more nights then not." She said. 

"Alright then let's go." I said nodding.

"Does Kate have anything to accomplish while Master is gone?" asked Kate from where she had been standing idle. 

"No, just hang in there Kate." I said. 

The Doll bowed her head and her eyes once again became chiseled marble seeing nothing.

I shuddered and turned back to Beth. "Let's go." I said. 

--

Stepping out of the modern Sedan that Beth had I handed the valet the keys she had let me drive just to keep up the appearance that we were boyfriend and girlfriend a charade that we were using if only to justify our coming to the club together. Walking around to the other side of the car I offered her my hand to Beth. 

She eyed me but took my hand and threaded her arm through mine. If the bouncer at the front gave us any trouble Beth was planning to flash her badge to get us inside but thankfully it being a week night the club didn't seem to be screenings its guests very aggressively and the he hardly looked up at us as we entered the club. 

Beth noticed me tensing up as we entered but thankfully said nothing, I hated going to clubs like this. Taking the lead Beth directed the both of us to the bar.

"You Ok?" She asked moving her head directly next to my ear just so I could hear her.

"Yeah!" I said nodding giving her a big false smile. 

"Don't like clubs?" she said. 

"Where did you get that idea?" I asked sarcastically. 

She rolled her eyes and ignoring me turned to the bartender who looked like every minute he wasn't spending behind the bar he was lifting weights. 

"Is Kent in tonight?" She asked him leaning over bar slightly towards him. 

"Not yet." Said the bartender almost completely ignoring her. "What do you want to drink?" he asked. 

"Nothing right now." Said Kate waving the guy away. He frowned but shrugging turned back around to help the other customers. 

"Now what?" I asked as I watched the guy retreat.

"He's going to turn up late, we should hang out until we see him and then make a grab for the tablet." She said. 

"So mingle then?" I asked looking out at the throng of people on the dance floor. Letting my disgust at the idea show. 

"No we do reconnaissance." Said Beth a mischievous grin on her face.

"His day offices are upstairs, I could never get a warrant to search the place but I know for a fact he's got his hands in more than just the Dolls business. For the police to arrest him it's going to have to be for something other than the Dolls." Said Beth. 

"Wait what? You want to break into his offices?" I said. 

"Why not? I got you to do the computer hacker stuff and I can get us into the offices." She said. 

"I didn't bring anything to do that stuff!" I hissed at her.

"Well we can look through his drawers then let's go." She said shrugging. 

I muttered a few choice swear words at Beth under my breath but nodded. 

"I'll see what I can do. You know if someone finds us you'll have to pull your badge and get us out." I said.

"No one's in the offices at night." Said Beth. 

She pointed up and following it I saw up rafters of the building near where she must have hid to take her photos was what looked like a metal cargo container welded in place directly above and behind where the DJ was. If there were someone in the offices they would have a full view of the club from that vantage point. 

"And we get up their how?" I asked. 

"This way." Said Beth and she grabbed my hand dragging me through the dance floor. Negotiating the horrible dancers and drunk college kids we quickly made our way to the back of the club where the restrooms were. Still dragging me Beth opened one of the unmarked doors next to the bathroom and shoved me inside looking around to wink at the few people watching us to give a false impression about what we were doing in the closet Beth stepped inside and closed the door. 

"The ceiling panels, find the one in the back that lifts up." She said. 

Negotiating the darkness and finding sturdy racks in the back of the room I climbed up and hit the ceiling panel knocking it out of place. Resisting the urge to cough at the dust and filth from the movement I Stuck my head up through the opening. I could see that the entire front of the club was just a façade with wall only a quarter inch thick dividing the dance floor to where we now were. Glancing back I saw the employee areas and storage space all of it unfinished with only the high rafter ceiling above. 

"So this was a warehouse?" I asked as Beth climbed up after me. 

"Yep." She said and stepping to the side of the metal the two of us dropped down from the false roof to the unfinished concrete floor below. 

"And he was cheap about turning it into a club too." She said pointing at the unfinished wall closest to us. A metal ladder embedded into the wall went all the way up to the top of the building and the rafters explaining how Beth had gotten up there in the first place to take her photos. For some insane reason I had thought she has scaled up the side of the building or something to get her vantage point. 

Glancing over to make sure that none of the employees saw us in the darkness of the unfinished section we quickly made out way to the wall. 

"You first." I said to Beth realizing a second to late that was the wrong thing to say. 

She put her hands on her waist and raised a single eyebrow at me. 

"Right, dress. I'll go first." I said and grabbed the first wrung of the ladder quickly ascended avoiding looking down at the floor. The warehouse was at least four stories tall and a fall would be painful. 

There was a small catwalk around the perimeter of the building and thankfully to the metallic cargo container that was the office as well.




The True Master Ch. 04



Careful to keep quite the two of us glanced down at the mass of people in the club and slowly crept across the metal catwalk. From up here I was able to see into the private room that Beth had taken the photos of people were inside setting up what looked like a buffet table and a few other things but it was otherwise empty. 

The catwalk led to the side of the small self-contained office where there was a back door. I tried the handle but the door was locked with a numerical keypad in the wall next to it.

"Any ideas?" asked Beth.

Frowning I ignored the keypad completely, I was not going to be able to guess the combination to that and I had no computer to help me. Instead I examined the frame holding it to the wall and grabbing the keypad I turned it swiftly to the right. The keypad and door locks were new but the metal it had been attached to was old and rusted. With a faint crack the brittle metal broke and the keypad fell into my hand. 

"What are you doing?" Asked Beth. 

"Getting us in." I growled and pulling at the wiring I gave myself enough slack to work with. Examining the back of the security panel I quickly found what I needed. There were five wires coming out of the back. Two power inputs, and two more wires leading to the lock and alarm. Avoiding the alarm wire I yanked the positive lead from the back of the panel along with the door lock control wire, holding them in my hand I hesitantly hit the two metal contacts together. 

The door's lock violently clicked and whirred for a moment before I let the wire go. I had probably stripped the gears or pneumatics of the locks internals but the door was open. 

"That's it?" asked Beth. 

"I got us in, what were you expecting?" I asked.

"Hacking or something. Hooking your phone up to it and opening the lock." She said. 

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Are cop shows accurate with police procedure?" I asked. 

"No." 

"Well Hollywood rarely gets hacking right either." I said. 

She nodded and then moving forward pushed me away from the door. Both of us standing on opposite sides of the door frame Beth quickly pushed the door open. It swung forward with little resistance exposing only a dark room full of blinking lights.

Glancing over at Beth the two of us stepped inside and I immediately spotted the security camera in them corner of the room and resisted the urge to cover my face. 

"Beth Camera!" I hissed. 

She looked up and quickly raised a hand to her face. 

"Can you disable them?" she asked. 

"Does it matter? They've got cameras downstairs too, all they have to do is compare clothing." I said. 

"Can you find the tapes and destroy those?" She asked.

I looked around the room, it was server room the cold air and hum of computers a familiar feeling if the data was being stored anywhere on site it would be in this room. 

"This is the back of his office, that door over their" she pointed at the door on the other side of the room. "Leads to his office. Not that he uses it much." She said. 

I nodded and looking around spotted the technicians console. 

Opening the grate to the server and pulling out the keyboard I tentatively woke the computer console. The screen too one of the more common server architectures came up and I examined it for a moment. 

"The idiots didn't even put security on the security system." I typed in a few more commands examining all of the databases on the server. "The financial data is encrypted though."

"Can you crack it?" Asked Beth. 

I turned to give her a withering look. "No, encryption isn't supposed to be broken." I said. Typing in a few more commands I found the hard drives the security system was attached too and the data going to an offsite storage location. With no time for finesse I quickly entered the commands to wipe and scramble the drives in six hours hopefully getting rid of any video footage of us. 

Reaching down in the server I located the hard drives in the main storage array and reading the different labels on the drives quickly found the one I needed and pulled it from the chasis. An error appeared on the monitor but with the RAID configuration in place the server assumed the hard drive had failed. 

"We can hope that he used a shitty encryption key, but I'll have to look this through later." I said as I slipped the hard drive into my pocket. 

"But you did get rid of us on video?" she asked. 

"Yeah it'll erase itself in six hours." I said. "I do anything now it's going to be obvious." I said. Beth nodded. 

"Well we got that stuff, now we have to wait for him to show up so we can implant the virus on his tablet." She said.

"Trojan." I corrected.

"What?" Asked Beth.

"I'm putting a Trojan on his computer not a virus. Two completely different things." I said.

"You are a nerd aren't you." She said. 

I shrugged not really have response to that. 

Their was a sudden bang on the other side of the door leading to the office and the both of us froze. Underneath the door we could see the lights in the opposite side of the room flip on spilling into the small server room we were in. Silently Beth and I crept near the door and we pressed ourselves to the frame listening hard to try and catch what was going on in the opposite room. 

"No I have everything under control." Said a voice which I was assuming was Kent's. 

"Father it is under control, the police have backed off and the charges have disappeared." Said Kent. He was silent for a moment and as much as I strained to hear I couldn't pick up what was issuing from the phones speaker. 

"I'm aware of what the Company will do if things go wrong Father, you need to relax get yourself another one. I just got a new Doll and I've hardly gotten any sleep since." He said. 

Beth and I looked at one another, he was talking about the dolls and more importantly the people who were making them. The Company he called them, a little ominous with the names apparently. 

"Ah it's a custom one this time. You know that model I took to Paris? Yeah that one well she was a tease going with me for my money and never putting out. Had to pay triple what a normal doll costs but it was worth it." Said Kent and he laughed. "Now she begs for it!" 

The conversation continued for another few minutes turning to the bastard's family matters. Beth and I remained quite listening as our thoughts raced. 

--

The Rich Boy 

Hanging up on his Father Kent turned to look out of the window at the club below. This was his first venture by himself, and with the startup money his Father had provided it was blossoming. For now just this small warehouse was his domain but soon he would own the city just like his father owned his. Sure he would have to dispose of the current leaders but he already had the police department in his pocket and more importantly he had his contacts with the Company. Whomever the Company backed would own the city, it was like that in every city over the developed world. You piss off the Company though and you were better off running to the Mob to have them kill you, they would be nicer.

Taking a breath Kent turned away from the window, all of it would be his in time all he had to do was wait and let his money and influence spread. 

Now though it was time to have some fun and relax he had earned it. Walking out of his office Kent trudged down the stairs towards his private room, from above he could see that everything was set up and the entertainment was here for the night. Toy and Slut both had been brought from his home for the little get together and the pair were standing in the far corner of the room at straight-backed attention their breasts held proudly out in front of them. It was Toy's debut night at the club and it was going to be a fun one. 

Entering the room Kent grinned and walking over to them pulled out his control tablet, he had to program them for the night they were going to have. The Dolls would take simple orders but for anything too complex you had to use the tablet. 

"Slut, Toy." He said and they stepped forward turning around so that he could access the ports on the back of their necks. 

Plugging it in Kent quickly gave her the commands for the night, while they were at the club the dolls were complete sluts and would do anything with any of the patrons he invited into the back room with him taking orders from other people while in this small back room. 

Slut shivered as the program entered her brain but otherwise remained still. Repeating the process with Toy Kent smiled and gave her a playful slap on the breast. 

"Ready for your first night at the club?" he asked. 

"Toy is excited to serve!" she said a vapid grin on her face. It was different from the arrogant sneer she had worn most of the time he had been dating her and Kent liked this new blank look better.

Kent chuckled and placing the tablet down on the table beside the two Dolls he went over to the bar in to get himself a drink. Sitting down at the bar Kent watched as the elite of the city slowly began to filter into the private room, they were being checked at the entrance to the room to make sure that they were appropriately connected. Anyone back here was the son or daughter of the politicians or criminals in the city a category which had a fairly large overlap. 

Within half an hour the back club room was filled, and when the doors out to the main floor closed and were locked a different mood fell over the crowd. What had a moment ago been a collection of well-mannered and proper individuals playing nice with one another turned into a snake pit. In front of the masses the elite were poised, in private though they were less composed. 

Standing up Kent began to mingle with the crowd. Most of the city's business was accomplished at parties like this as negotiations and deals were done away from the prying eyes of lawyers and officials. Toy and Slut were also being put to good use he saw, already some of the more promiscuous individuals of the group had their pants off and were using the dolls in the corner of the room. The Dolls were a godsend for sealing business deals and increasing his clout with the Company giving them half a dozen referral customers a month. He was hoping the Company would offer him a partnership soon.

Dreaming about that Kent almost missed it, out of the corner of his eyes a face that he was familiar with. Turning Kent looked back at the bar. A woman in a simple black dress that was pushing her breasts up and had an incredibly short skirt length was talking to the bartender. 

Kent wracked his brains trying to place the face, he knew that he had seen that woman somewhere before but he couldn't place where. 

Apologizing to the oil baron son he was talking too Kent made his way to the bar and the woman. She noticed him approaching and flinched away to late turning her face away from him. 

"Hello." Said Kent as he slipped into the seat beside her. 

"Hello." She replied tersely her voice more harsh then a woman simply blowing a man off. There was some real venom under her words, had he screwed her family over in some business deal? 

"We've met somewhere before." Said Kent leaning in to look at her. 

"No we haven't." said the woman and she took a sip of her drink. 

"You sure?" he asked reaching down to give her ass a squeeze. 

The woman's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist twisting his hand away from her. Kent's eyes widened at that. The rough aggressive grip was a familiar action. 

"You!" he gasped even as she twisted his arm further. 

"Shut up Kent." Growled the officer. 

"You're not supposed to be back here!" said Kent. He had made a deal with the chief of police to get her to back off. She had been snooping around the club for months looking for evidence to convict him of something and it had taken quite a bit of money to pay off the chief. 

"I can damn well be back here, and I'm going to ruin you!" she hissed at him. 

Kent glared at the woman, she had been an annoyance up to this point but now she was directly threatening him for that he was going to kill her.

"You can't touch me bitch! I own this town and there's nothing you can do about it." Said Kent even as she twisted his arm further back. 

"I know about the Company and those Dolls of yours." She hissed at him. 

Kent did a double take and the blood drained form his face, if she knew about the Dolls and the Company then he was in real trouble. If there was way to get the Company to kill you it was threatening to expose them. They would blame Kent for her learning about them and kill him too. 

"You're dead. You know that right?" said Kent. 

The officer looked over his shoulder at something behind him.

"Nope." She said. 

Kent gasped in pain as she leveraged his arm and he suddenly found himself flying over the bar into the multitude of bottles behind it. Kent his the backboard with a solid thunk as everyone in the room fell silent watching as their host was tossed over the bar. Dazed and covered in glass and alcohol Kent rolled to the ground behind the bar and winced. 

Blinking to clear his eyes Kent slowly got back to his feet and only to see the officer retreating out of the doors and back out into the main club a man keeping pace with her. 

Groaning Kent fell back to the floor unsure of what had just happened. 

--

The True Master 

I glanced over at Beth as the door closed and Kent left his office. The two of us let out a sigh of relief. 

"Well that was a little bit of a closer call then I would have liked." I said to her. 

Beth grinned. "That was fun!" She said.

"Maybe you picked the wrong side of the law if you enjoy doing this." I said. 

"Naw he deserves whatever we dish out at him this is justice." Said Beth. 

"And here I thought the whole rouge cop thing was just another television trope." I said. 

Beth grinned back at me and moving slowly she opened the door to his main office. The only light was spilling in from the dance floor outside. Careful to avoid the view of anyone that might be able to see in through that window I snuck over to his desk. 

"Anything in here?" I asked Kate had snuck over to a filing cabinet next to the wall.

"Nothing, I searched these when I was taking my photos." Said Beth.

It figured and the locks on the drawers all needed keys, and I had no idea how to pick locks so I left them alone. Trying to break them open would take too long.

"Alright then, we need to find that tablet." I said. 

Beth at the side of the window peaked outside. "He's brought the dolls with him tonight. I see his new one." She said. 

Edging to look through the window I glanced out from up here I could see every room in the Bathrooms having an actual ceiling over them. Down in the private room that had been in the process of being set up earlier was Kent, the Dolls, and a few staff with a line of well-dressed individuals waiting to get inside.

The Dolls were in much the same posture that Kate had been in for the past few days, at attention with theirs breasts pushed out on display and blank expressions on their faces in the corner of the room. One doll was white the other black with what I had to admit was an alluring assortment of tattoos spread over her entire body. 

The black doll had to be the model that had rejected Kent a decision I couldn't really fault her for considering what had happened to her. The other had to be Beth's friend Tracy.

I glanced over at Beth. 

"You OK?" I asked. 

"I want to go and shoot that idiot in the dick." She growled. 

"You didn't bring your gun tonight did you?" I asked.

She shook her head and sighed. "No." 

"Well shoot him later. We need to fix Kate that's why we are here." I said. 

"I know! It's just after meeting Kate and from what you've told me I know what happened to her and I just feel horrible that I can't help her. I have to leave all of that up to you." She growled.

"You don't still hate me do you?" is asked.

She looked over at me. "You are a real idiot you know that?" she said. 

I smiled slightly. "I think it's the only thing you and Kate agree about on me." I said. 

Still looking out the window I watched as Kent went up to the two Dolls and producing the tablet from a pocket quickly did something to the both of them. We both watched as he set the tablet down on the table next to the dolls and went to the bar. A moment later the doors to the room opened and the people streamed inside. 

"This is our chance." I said to Beth. 

She nodded and the two of us went to his main door and opened it. Glancing around to make sure that no one was near the two of us quietly walked down the stairs into the back entrance of the party room and slipped inside. 

"I'll go for the tablet. I think it might be a bit more appropriate for me to go near the Dolls." I said. 

Already a group of men were loosening their belts and stepping up to the dolls who both seemed very excited for the attention, and I was sure Beth didn't want to see what Tracy was doing up close. Beth grimaced but nodded. "Alright go." She said and the two of us split up. 

Looking around the room I saw faces I had only ever seen on the local news and newspapers. The type of people who were the movers and shakers of the city. All of them in the backroom of some horrible club, I wasn't particularly surprised but still seeing them in the open condoning things like the Dolls was a little disconcerting. 

Avoiding the crowd I skirted around the outside of the club making my way towards the corner that the Doll's were in. The Crowd ignored me for the most part the few people who even looked at me immediately turning away to talk to some other socialite next to them. I could see the tablet on the table near the Dolls the cord that was used to reprogram them tossed to the side on the floor. Palming the smaller of the two USB drives I had brought I calmly slipped it into the slot on the side of the tablet. Nothing happened on the screen but then I had designed it to upload and execute silently. 

I looked over at the two dolls now only feet from me. Both of them were on their knees and the larger breasted black Doll was rubbing herself up and down on a man while the other Doll gave a man a blow job her hands out servicing two other men. Both were beautiful but their features were ruined by the blank expressions on their faces and the complete lack of any enjoyment in their eyes. The Dolls were going through the motions but there was no one home inside. I shuddered and turned back to the tablet and slowly counted in my head pretending to enjoy the salacious display in front of me. It would at the most take the program a minute and a half to upload but in truth it had probably finished a second or two after I plugged the drive in. Without any way to check it I had to wait.

I turned to look at the rest of the patrons of the club. They were talking amongst themselves for the most part all of them holding different drinks, a few in the center of the room were dancing and at the other side of the room I spotted Beth at the bar talking to Kent. I was surprised at that, she would kill him given the chance and the way he was acting towards her it was plain from even across the room that she was itching to kick his ass. 

I watched as he reached out towards Beth's ass his hand was swiftly put into a deathly grip Beth holding his own weight against him leveraging his arm at an awkward angle. No one else was paying close enough attention to see what was going on or they simply didn't care that their host was being roughed up. 

Reaching down I pulled the drive from the tablet and forgoing subtlety walked through the center of the crowd pushing people out of my way as I quickly could not paying any attention to the protests and curses that followed my path. I had to stop Beth from disemboweling the guy on the spot or we would never get out of the club alive even with her badge.




The True Master Ch. 04



I put my hand up into the air like a nervous teenager in class shaking it side to side, Beth noticed and I gave thumbs up. She smiled and in a flash she sent Kent flying up over the bar and into the collection of liquors behind it smashing a sizable quantity of them. The club fell silent as everyone turned to look at the source of the noise. Beth raised herself up and reaching out took my arm.

Everyone's eyes on us we marched out of the room and the crowd slowly parted around us as we walked back into the regular club where losing our nerve both of us quickened our pace eager to get out. 

"What was that?" I hissed at Beth. 

"He got grabby." She grumbled. 

"You don't do that to every guy that makes move on you do you?" I asked. 

"I don't but most people hitting on me aren't the same people who kidnaped my girlfriend!" she said.

My eyebrows shot up at that and everything clicked into place, why she hated me from the get go and why she was working so hard to get Tracy back. 

"Beth you're gay!" I said. 

She looked over at me giving me another of her withering glares but otherwise remained silent.

"I mean it explains a lot." I said. 

"Shut up Marcus." She growled at me. 

"Here I thought you were doing this to become a detective or something, but its love!" I said and chuckled. 

Beth punched me in the shoulder and I yelped, she knew how to punch. 

"Shut the hell up Marcus." She repeated. 

I shook my head still grinning slightly. Getting into the car Beth started the engine and making the tires screech she pulled out of the spot and shot through the parking lot swerving to avoid several people walking inside. 

Shooting out onto the main road she seemed to calm down slightly as the club disappeared behind us. 

"Did you do it?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I got his tablet." I said. "Hopefully he's got poor security practices and he uses the same password for that as he does everything else. Most people do." I said. Reaching into my pocket I took out the hard drive and held it up to the light to examine the thing. A four terabyte drive, if it was full then I had basically all of Kent's financial and business data on it. I could ruin the guy if I wanted too, although at the moment the data was encrypted. 

"You saw her." Said Beth. 

I hesitated knowing what she was asking about, she hadn't wanted to see her girlfriend in the corner of some idiotic club vapidly sucking a guy off. 

"I saw her." I said. 

"He fucked her up, she was fatter than that." Said Beth. "And her hair was a darker not that bleached blond shoulder length haircuts she's got going." She said. Angry Beth punched the dash of her car breaking off the air conditioning dial. I grabbed it out of the air and put it back on snapping it in place. 

"I'm going to fucking kill Kent and the Company!" she hissed. 

"You're not going to report this then?" I asked. 

She glanced over at me and sighed. 

"I really should but like you said the Chief is probably in bed with them and we have no idea who else is. Heck half of the cities elite were at that club!" she said. 

"So am I still paranoid?" I asked teasing her. 

"Yes, but you were right this time. You ask me to wear a tinfoil hat though and I'm sending you to an asylum." Said Beth grinning slightly. 

I chuckled and the two of us fell into a comfortable silence this was our first success, I would have what I needed to help Kate the next time he reprogrammed his Dolls and Beth was a step closer to getting Tracy back. We had gone up against the odds and come out on top. 

It was the last time we would feel that thrill of success.



The True Master Ch. 05



Chapter 5 Rehash

Jan 25 2016:

The True Master 

I scanned through the data as it streamed in, Kent hadn't used the tablet again to reprogram his Dolls until morning which was only a few hours after we left his club. I was nursing a cup of strong coffee and an energy drink in my attempt to remain awake. My hands were shaking slightly from the lack of sleep and what was probably and unhealthy amount of caffeine and whatever else was in the drinks but at the moment I didn't care. 

The data streaming in was being bounced through a dozen different servers encrypted and decrypted several times before making its way to my laptop so it was slow but that didn't matter. I read the code and raw protocols of the system as the Doll that Kent was reprogramming communicated with the central server of the "Company" he had called them. 

The server address to the Company was hidden in much the same way as my own piggy backing data stream was and I doubted I would ever be able to figure out where the actual servers were, but at the moment that didn't matter. 

I read through the data marveling at the simplicity by which the Dolls could be reprogrammed, I had been going about it entirely the wrong way in my attempts to fix Kate. The Dolls were not stupid automatons obeying the commands of the chip that were programmed in. In fact the chip hardly did anything but act as an inhibitor and computer interface. The human brain itself was running most of the programming having been reconditioned to follow the chips prompts. 

It made sense from a programming stand point, coding every possible scenario a Doll might encounter was impossible so the human brain was leveraged to do what it did best, parallel processing and pattern recognition. All you needed to do was program in general parameters and the Doll's own brain would interpret how best to execute the commands. Whomever had come up with this method of programming the dolls was a genius, an evil twisted sadistic genius but still a genius.

Looking away from the computer I rubbed my eyes and tried to get them to refocus on the screen. 

"You getting what you needed?" Asked Beth from her seat. 

I glanced up, she had changed out of her dress at some point and was wearing only a t-shirt and sweatpants looking very casual compared to my rumpled attire from the club, I hadn't had time to change yet. 

"More then I needed." I said. 

"So you can fix Kate?" She asked. 

I hesitated, I had been sure of what I did last time but that was what had created this situation in the first place. 

"I can make her what she was when she turned up on my doorstep." I said. 

"Her memories?" Asked Beth. 

"That's going to be a little more difficult. The longer someone has been a doll the harder they will be to access. Even for Kate it's going to be difficult and from what we know she's a brand new Doll." I said. 

"So Tracy..." she trailed off. 

"Will have an even harder time then Kate by a lot once I figure out how to do it." I said. 

Beth nodded slowly. "But you could make her like Kate? Let her personality and the Doll mix?" she asked. 

"Yes." I said. "Kate seems to have had a chip that was put into diagnostic mode, when it's like that its functions are limited." I said. 

I flipped the screen around to show Beth the data coming in. 

"When Kent's done with the reprogramming and I have all the data I need I'll fix Kate." I said. 

"Alright then, in the meantime can you get some sleep you look like death." She said. 

I glanced out the window it was already well past sunrise. "I won't be able too, it's daytime." I said.

Beth rolled her eyes. "Fine kill yourself then." She said.

"Does the Master wish to use Kate to relax?" Asked the Doll from the corner. I glanced over at her, it was horrible to do but since she had gone full doll I had been treating her like a piece of the décor or what passed for it in my apartment. I didn't want her to do anything because she looked too much like Kate and I was afraid in a moment of weakness I would take the Doll up on its offer. 

"No, we're going to have you fixed soon Kate." I promised.

The Doll nodded and went as still as a statue again, probably not registering anything past my denial. 

Putting the laptop down I stood and stretching my back sighing as a few of the knots in my back cracked. 

"Breakfast?" I offered Beth.

"What do you have?" She asked. 

"Toast with artificial butter." I said grimacing slightly. 

"My favorite." She said. 

-

The Company 

Adams looked across at the young millionaire, his clothes were a mess and his face was sporting a large bruise, he was not handling the injuries well it seemed if his whining demeanor was anything to go by. He no doubt had other injuries but slumped against the bar she couldn't see them. 

"Why did you request I come here if all you needed was an investigation crew from the Company." Asked Adams impatiently.

Kent groaned and pressed a bag of ice to his forehead. 

"She knows about the Dolls." He said. 

"Who?" Asked Adams as she pursed her lips. 

"That bitch of a police officer, the same one who was investigating me a few weeks ago. She came in here said she knew about the Dolls and she said she was going to fix them and then tossed me over the bar." Said Kent. 

Adams considered this for a moment, perhaps a competitor had convinced the officer that they were going to help and then steal the technology. 

"She has no one to report this too." Said Adams. "We've got the Police chief and half of the judges in the state working for us." 

"I'm just telling you what she said! Jesus." He groaned and put the ice back to his face. 

"Had someone else with her. A guy I've never seen before she ran out of the club with him." Said Kent. 

Adams turned to the crew of Company cleaners who were combing through the room. 

"Where's the security footage!?" She shouted at the crowd in general. 

A tech from the lab back in the building nervously stepped forward a laptop under his arm. "The footage is missing Ma'am and half of the computer systems in the building are fried." Said the tech. 

Adams nodded, it was not unexpected anyone who was considering stealing the Doll technology would be fairly well versed with programming. "Can you pull anything?" She asked. 

The tech shook his head. "No, whoever did this knew what they were doing, they wiped the data and then ordered the hard drives to fry themselves." 

Adams turned back to Kent. "What else did she say? Anything?" she asked. 

"No She just said she was going to fix the Dolls." Said Kent. 

Adams glanced over at the two Dolls that Kent owned, they were plugged into the control tablets and were standing passively in the corner of the room. 

"Check the Dolls and the tablets. Let's make sure her hacker friend didn't do anything else while he was here." Said Adams to the tech and his team. 

The techs moved to the Dolls and unconcerned with their naked appearance quickly began to work plugging the technology, both the Dolls and tablets into their laptops. 

"I want her dead." Said Kent.

Adams glanced over at him. 

"So hire a hitman. The Company could do it for you but killing a police officer would cost a lot more." She said. 

Kent muttered something under his breath but Adams unconcerned stepped away from him and looked around the club. The kid came from money, and she knew for a fact that his Father owned one of the associates for the Company which was the only reason she had headed his request to come to the club. If there was one thing she didn't want to do it was piss off the Board members.

His Father had given him money to start his own business ventures but all Kent had done was build a stupid club in the middle of the city, a club that was in no way making a profit if her cursory glance at the financials told her anything. She shook her head, the entitled ones were easy to get money from though so it wasn't bad from her business perspective.

"Ma'am." One of the techs was walking over to her the Doll tablet held out. 

"What?" she asked. 

"Someone put a Trojan on this, they were able to monitor the data transfer between the Doll and our central servers." Said the tech. 

"That data is encrypted." Said Adams. 

The tech winced. "Between the servers and the tablet yes. But between the Dolls and the tablet no, the chips don't have the processing power to do on the fly decryption. Whoever was monitoring this tablet knew what they were doing and monitored that data stream." Said the tech. 

Adams closed her eyes, and tried to focus on not turning around and murdering Kent. 

"So whoever did this would have the framework needed to manipulate the Dolls however they want to?" said Adams. 

"Yes Ma'am. This type of data is what our competition has been trying to get their hands on for years with it and a few months of retro engineering you could recreate our Dolls. The chip design is simple enough and it's been around for a decade the programming is what makes our Dolls special." Said the Tech. 

"Great. Just great." She said. 

"I want you to find who did this, track them down and give me an address." She said. The tech nodded and turned back to his computer. 

The Company had its hand in quite a few of the more illegal operations all over the world but in the past decade the Doll business had far outpaced the growth in those sectors even managing to increase during the economic crisis. The amounts of money involved was close to 10 billion a year, if her branch of the company was responsible for that loss of revenue well she would be lucky if a chip was put into her own skull. 

Adams sighed, first things first the Police officer would have to be brought in for questioning and possible reprogramming she would hopefully know who it was that was trying to steal the Companies secrets. 

-

The Master

Taking a bite of the toast I marveled at the simplicity of the coding, at its higher levels the functions were an example of masterful programming design the modules were nothing more than a simple drag and drop for basic functions and even the more complex ones needing only a small amount of input form the programmer to properly execute. 

This meant that so long as I was reprogramming a Doll with something that was in the original scope of their function it would be a breeze to do so, but anything outside of that scope however would be difficult. I would have to match the original group of programmers in making sure that whatever additional modules I added meshed with everything else. 

Getting Kate back to what she had been would be simple, with the new data at my disposal I could easily see that my crude attempt to reprogram her had kicked her chip out of diagnostic mode into service mode without the safeties in place. I had no idea what the effects would be on her psyche from that swift and unsafe change but there was nothing I could do to help that now. 

"I'm going to try and fix her." I said to Beth as I took another bite of my toast. 

"What already?" She asked from behind me she was cleaning the dishes from the past few days in my kitchen where they had stacked up. I hadn't asked her to do it but then I wasn't going to complain either. 

"Yeah, with this new data it's simple." I said. 

Beth set a plate down and walked out to the living room. "Ok, do it then." She said. 

"Kate come here." I ordered the Doll who was standing in the corner of the room. 

It obediently moved over and stood directly in front of me where I had pointed. Standing up and snapping the cable into the port I started up the initial diagnostic programs on my laptop and looked through the data that was streaming in from her. Everything was green and all I would have to do was put her back into diagnostic mode, it was simple but then I had thought that it was simple last time. 

"What are you waiting for?" asked Beth. 

I glanced back at her and sighed. "I know that this should work but..."I trailed off. 

"You thought you were right last time, and you think you are this time you can't do more than that so just run the stupid program." Said Beth. 

"You're great at this encouragement stuff." I said rolling my eyes. 

She slapped me over the head but smiled. Taking a breath I closed my eyes and ran the program. 

Like last time it took a moment for the program to transfer to the implant in Kate's head and then another moment for the chip to read and execute that programming and all the while I was holding my breath in anticipation. 

Kate remained standing as the program ran no visible signs of change, my laptop pinged the program finished. Kate remained ramrod straight for another moment before her eyes rapidly blinked and the transformation took place. Her stance slackened and her chest fell to a more normal angle no longer thrusting her breasts out at me, she lost a half inch of height her back returning to a normal slouch and most importantly her eyes which had for the past few days been nothing but the cold impassive gaze of a machine softened back into the soft and beautiful eyes I knew. 

"Master? Is it over?" she asked her voice hesitant. Her eyes rolled up in her head and jumping forward I caught her as she pitched backwards. She gasped as my arms encircled her and even with her eyes shut she quickly brought her mouth up to my own kissing me more passionately then I had ever remembered being kissed before. We held one another in that embrace for just a moment before I pulled away from her needing to talk and make sure that she was alright. 

"I'm sorry Kate." I said. 

She slowly shook her head still gathering her wits it seemed. "It's not your fault Master, I think I messed it up." She said. 

Slowly I guided her down to the couch and the two of us sat down, instead of leaning into the couch Kate leaned into me and sighed. 

"It wasn't your fault Kate." I said. "I messed something up in the program." 

Kate yawned obviously tired from her ordeal. "Maybe, but I wasn't focused on the orders you were trying to put in the chip Master." She hesitated. "I don't want to stop calling you Master, so when the program ran I focused on that instead of what you wanted to do." 

I glanced up at Beth and she shrugged motioning for me to continue. She had no idea what Kate was saying either. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

Kate smiled and pushed up closer to me. "When the program ran, something happened in my head. For a moment I saw everything in the chip. I understood what it was trying to do." She paused and pushed herself up so that she was in my lap. 

"I made it so you were my one and only Master." She said. Kate opened her eyes and locked her gaze to mine, communicating with that gaze that she was placing her entire being in my hands. The pools of brown demonstrating complete submission and need. It wasn't the broken gaze of a defeated individual submitting to authority it was a gaze that communicated a need to be dominated. I shuddered slightly realizing what those eyes said. However I wanted her, she wouldn't refuse. 

"Why?" I asked my throat suddenly dry. 

Kate smiled and wrapped her hands around my neck. "You're my Master. The only Master I will ever have and a true Master." She said. 

"A True Master?"

"You don't need the chip in my head to command me, I'm at the mercy of your commands but you are never cruel. You don't want a mindless automaton to serve you. You would never own a Doll Master, but a slave submitting to you with her entire heart? That is something not even you could resist." Said Kate and she wiggled in my lap. 

"What slave wouldn't want you as a Master?" she asked. 

This was more of the programming in her head, it had to be. But she was telling the truth about my inability to resist her. The Doll Kate had been cold and unfeeling something that I would have never had sex with, there was no emotion and only the physical release in a relation with a Doll. With Kate though, a woman conditioned to be submissive yet still her own person fire and passion lust and perhaps even love was possible.

"You have the chip in your head doing this to you Kate." I said. "You don't really want to be a slave." 

She sighed and pulled away from me slightly. "I don't suppose anything I say will change your mind on that?" she asked. 

"No." The chip was influencing her, a woman like Kate would never really submit herself to someone like me. A woman like Kate wouldn't even give me the time of day under normal circumstances. The chip was the only thing in her mind which was influencing her to act the way that she was. The real Kate being suppressed by the chip had no real feelings for me. 

Kate continued to grind herself into me and I lost my train of thought, we hadn't done this in quite a while and from the small moans Kate was giving off I knew that trend was not going to continue for much longer.

Beth cleared her throat. "Kate? How you feeling?" She asked. 

"I'm fine. Where did that special outfit go?" She asked as she slowly turned to look at Beth who was sitting in her usual spot her face red, although not as red as mine felt considering the circumstances. 

Beth blinked. "Uh, it's still in the bags I think we never really unpacked form that shopping trip and bags are in the bedroom. Why?"

Kate stood up and stretching her limbs we all heard few small pops and she let out a small sigh. "I need to show my Master how much I missed him. It was torture just standing there watching him work not able to do anything." She said. 

"Wait you remember everything?" Asked Beth. 

Kate nodded. "Yes. There are some blank spots and everything felt like an out of body experience like I was half floating but I remember everything." She said. Not willing to answer any more questions Beth quickly padded out of the room towards the bedroom and whatever special outfit she had there. 

Beth and I watched her go, and for the first time I noted the look in Beth's eyes as something strictly platonic. I wasn't the only one thinking about what Kate was putting on. 

"If Kate remembers everything.." she said. 

"Then the other Dolls might too." I said. 

Beth nodded. "And being locked out of your body for years on end would make anyone go insane." She said. 

I sighed and rubbed at my eyes trying to clear them. "We've learned at this point that we can't draw conclusions about the other Dolls from Kate. She's a unique case." I said. 

"I know, but still when we get ahold of this Company I'm going to shoot some people." Said Beth. 

"Me too." I said. Standing up I went over to Beth and put my hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her as well as I could. "We'll get her back." I said. 

Beth nodded. "You say that, but the more we look into these dolls and the Company the more difficult it looks like it will be." She said. 

"And we have no idea who we can trust." I said. 

"Yep." Said Beth. 

We lapsed into a silence and I tried to think of what I could say to cheer her back up. 

"Master." Kate's voice floated down the hall, barely louder than a whisper and full of seductive charm. 

"Go, I need to get some sleep." Said Beth as she yawned, she had gotten about as much sleep as me but then again I never got much so I was used to it. 

"You can stay here talk to her afterwards." I said not exactly sure how to phrase it. 

"Yeah the last thing I want to hear is the two of you going at it. Have your fun and I'll text you latter." She said. 

"OK, see ya." I said. 

Beth grabbed her jacket and waving left the small apartment closing the door with a small slam. 

That would be the last time I saw Beth.

-

The True Slut - Beth

Getting into my cruiser I glanced down at the laptop, No new notifications or reports in my area to investigate. I was off of the clock anyway but still it was good to check. Starting the car I quickly pulled out of Marcus's dilapidated apartment complex. The place was run down and old but it hadn't yet started to attract the wrong crowd. A few more years and I had a feeling police would be showing up more often. 




The True Master Ch. 05



Pulling onto the freeway I started the slow loop around the city to my small house out in the suburbs. I was going to have to sell it soon, without Tracy to help me pay the mortgage I couldn't pay it on my salary. It was one of the last things that reminded me of her though so I was hesitant to move. 

"15 at 187" Said dispatch over the radio. 

A murder, I keyed my radio. "Go ahead." I said. 

"Multiple gunshots at 2115 Park, suspect is fleeing the scene." Said dispatch. 

I flipped on the sirens and lights. Looking around for any traffic I floored the accelerator and shot off through the traffic towards Park. 

"Any description?" I asked. 

"Negative 15." Said dispatch. 

I ground my teeth but didn't say anything. My exit was up so turning and still checking to make sure that traffic was moving out of my way I pulled off of the exit and hooked the right. Park was in the city suburbs not the ghetto so hopefully the assailant would be easier to spot. 

Pulling onto Park my heart skipped a beat and I swore. There was no homicide that was easy enough to see instead there was a blockade of half a dozen black sedans. As soon as I turned the corner the men inside of them all opened their doors and stepped out in smooth motions Glock's in hand as they fell into a stance that very plainly said that they knew what they were doing. 

I glanced down my radio and laptop were both dead. Palming my cell phone I quickly dialed Marcus and turned the volume down. 

"Get out of the car!" Shouted one of the men. 

I resisted the urge to step out and start shooting but my shotgun was in the trunk and there was no way in hell I could take out all of them with my sidearm. 

Slowly I opened my door and stepped out my hands in the air. 

"Your gun take it out and drop it on the ground!" Shouted the same man. 

I was itching to shoot but I didn't have any way of winning so moving very deliberately I followed his orders and drew out my gun dropping it onto the ground beside me. 

"You from the Company?" I shouted. 

"Walk forward!" he shouted. 

I shook my head. "I'm fine right where I am thanks!" I said. 

The man walked forwards towards me his hand still up the gun pointed directly at my chest. I watched as he approached considering what I could do, a straight fight against him and I would be on the ground in half a second the guy was huge and his stance very plainly made him ex-military or a very good Mercenary.

He holstered the gun and brought out a stun baton. 

"Fuck." I said. 

He stabbed it forwards and I felt a sudden blast of cold before everything went black. 

-

"The Return to the Master" continues the True Slut arc. 

-

The True Master 

I stepped into the room and my eyes immediately fell on Kate as she stood in the center of the room modeling the new outfit for me. It was a simple matching set of black underwear and tights along with black gloves going up to her elbows. I didn't care that the clothes were out of the bargain bin on Kate they looked fantastic. 

Slowly I closed the door behind me and I took a step towards Kate. 

"What do you think Master?" She asked speaking demurely like an embarrassed girl, and not the woman who had only minutes ago been grinding herself into me.

"I'm debating on if I want to order you to strip or not." I said as I let my eyes roll over her. The contrast between her skin and the black cloth was enticing to say the least. 

"Master, I have something I want to say first before we..." she trailed off blushing despite everything. 

"Go ahead." I said as I forced myself to look up at her face. Still my eyes continued to twitch down to her breasts every other second or so. 

"I want you to think of me as your slave, not a girlfriend wife or Doll." She said. 

"Er, what?" I said. 

Kate shifted on her feet and it took her a moment to find the words she wanted to use. 

"When you tried to fix me I didn't want to be fixed. I didn't want to stop calling you Master. I don't want to go back to what I was! I want to be yours forever! Not as a Doll but as your Slave! It feels so good when you use me and you're so kind to me Master." She paused to get her breath. "When I was floating in limbo and you were trying to fix me I saw what I used to be." 

"You remembered who you were?!" I said surprised. If she was able to get at her memories before all of this why the hell that hadn't been the first thing she said!

She nodded. "I remembered for a little while but they faded away. It wasn't the thought of being free that let me survive in the darkness it was thoughts of you Master!" She sat down on the bed and put her face in her hands. 

"I want you to take pleasure from me Master! You've been nice and you want to fix me but all I want is to be at your feet and subject to your desires. Let them out and use me!" she said. 

"Kate." I swallowed once again faced with the ethics of what I was doing. "Are you sure?" I asked. 

"Yes." She said. 

"You want me to treat you like a slave, I'm not sure I can." I said. 

Kate shook her head. "You're holding back Master, I can see it in your eyes! You've wanted to do so many things to me but you're holding back! Don't do that anymore!" Said Kate. 

I was going to hell.

"Stand up." I ordered her. 

Kate quickly jumped up to her feet. I walked over in front of her and moved my hands until they were hovering over both of her breasts. "I won't be stopping once we start" I said as I put my hands on her.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.

Kate nodded and whimpered. 

"Then you're my slave." I said. 

I continued to palm her breasts feeling the weight of them in my hands constrained only by the thin bra that she was wearing. Moaning she leaned forward pushing herself into my hands. I considered ordering her to remain still but I liked the fact that she was craving my touch. 

I pinched her nipples through the fabric and she gasped. 

"The panties and bra, take them off everything else stay on." I said to her and stepped away taking my hands off of her. 

"When they both hit the floor you will orgasm." I said. 

Kate's eyes widened and moving quickly she leaned over and quickly stepped out of her panties then reaching up unstrapped her bra and held them up. Looking over at me she dropped them. 

Kate moaned and taking a step back fell onto the bed. Her hands still in the gloves moved to her pussy and she began to move them in an out over herself her pussy already wet. Walking over I stood above her and watched. 

Looking up at me she began to move her hands away. 

"No, I want to watch." I said.

Kate's face flushed but she continued her hands moving over her own body quickly working herself towards another climax. I watched transfixed, a woman with a body that would be the envy of an y model and a personality like fire was at the mercy of my commands and right now she was playing with herself. Kate's moans were drawing towards the finale and she was now plunging several fingers in and out of herself the gloves she was wearing now slick and shining.

"Stop." I ordered. 

Kate groaned but her arm froze and her features screwed up in frustration at the denied orgasm. 

"Please Master!" she said her eyes looking pitifully up at me. 

I frowned looking her over doing my best to look like the disinterested Master. The tightness of my pants was probably an indication that wasn't the case but I continued anyway. 

"The Slave dose not cum before the Master, and only gets to if the Master feels like rewarding the slave." I said. 

"Yes Master." Said Kate. 

I slowly got out of my clothes and Kate's eyes dilated by a wonderful amount as her eyes ran across my cock. She moved to get up from the bed but quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me causing her to collapse backwards again. 

"First I want to inspect you, see if you deserve to be rewarded." I said as I let my hands go up and down the outsides of her thighs careful to never let them stray too close to any of her more intimate bits. I was going to draw this out and have my fun, I'd been holding back but now she was begging for me to let it all out. 

Slowly my hands moved up from her thighs to the sides of her waist and taunt stomach, she always ate an incredible amount of food yet her stomach remained as taunt as a dancers a thin layer of muscle just underneath the skin. The chip was probably messing with her metabolism but at the moment I didn't care what it was that gave her the perfect figure. 

My hands moving up I trailed them around the outsides of her breasts careful to no actually touch them. She whimpered as my hands moved past them but otherwise said nothing. Leaning forward so I was directly over her with her on the bed and me standing I put my hands around her wrists. 

"What are you?" I asked. 

"Yours Master!" said Kate almost breathless. 

I leaned down and put my lips to her neck and kissed them for a moment before plunging forward and simultaneously biting down on her neck. 

Kate shuddered at the dangerous mix of pleasure and pain and clamped down around my member her legs coming up behind my back locking me in place. I plunged in and out of her, each thrust punctuated with another small shudder and her legs tensing to keep me in place. 

The True Slave

When the Master bit down on my neck and started to use me I felt a wave of pleasure course through me, it wasn't an orgasm that was a more immediate and intense feeling. This was a slow warming of my entire body. My master was for the first time actually using me, he had up until this point been as gentlemanly as possible and were I a normal woman and not a slave to him I'm sure he would have been a perfect lover.

But I did not want him to make love to me, I wanted him to use me for his own pleasure and then make me work to earn my own. Some small part of me the part that was probably closest to what I had been before all of this was disgusted by the fact that I found his unconcerned use of me more enjoyable. The other part of me the part that had clutched at the image of the Master in the darkness was luxuriating in his new treatment the prospect of being used like nothing more than a slave.

Master grunted and he froze buried deep inside me I gasped and moaned at the effort of holding back my own release as the Master spilled inside of me. The Master remained where he was for a moment before slowly collapsing on top of me his large body over my own smaller one, completely covering me even as his cock slowly began to soften inside of me. 

Pressed against the bed with the Master on top of me I sighed. I had broken the Doll chip somehow and at the time that had been important, but now the slave to my Master I wanted nothing else but this to go on for eternity. The thought of being turned back into a Doll a creature that was cold and without any real will to please a Master a terrifying thought.

With the Master though I didn't have those thoughts. The thought of leaving him now was a horrible one, the thought of him fixing me a disturbing one. I knew he would fix me though, for as much as my Master might use me for his own pleasure he would always feel guilty. His fixing me would be the last thing he did to me, and as his Slave I couldn't complain it would after all make him happy to fix me. 

I looked up at my Master, I was still hovering near the edge of orgasm but it looked as if her were falling asleep. He had been working almost nonstop for the past few days and he hardly got any sleep under the best of circumstances. Loathing the idea but unable to breathe I slowly extricated myself from him moving to the side of his body as he fell deeper into sleep. 

The Master's arm unconsciously snaked out and wrapped around my waist pulling me up to his chest and crushing me to him. A thrill of pleasure shot through me at this, even in his sleep the Master found me pleasing. 

I looked up at him. Even if he accepted it and took full control of me, let the desires he was holding back rule him I would still be safe. My Master was kind and dominating at the same time, the harm I might suffer under his hands nothing undeserved. 

Matching my breathing to his own I snuggled in closer to the Master's chest and yawning I closed my eyes and drifted off comfortable in his crushing and confining embrace. 

-

The Master

Rolling over I glanced at my clock it was nearly 5 pm. I had for the first time in my life managed to take a nap. Glancing down I suspected the reason was the woman lying next to me.

Kate was curled up slightly her expansive hair seemingly coving up half of the bed top and much to a primal satisfaction I could see the bite mark on her shoulder, it was red and slowly fading but still visible. In another day or so I would have to replace it with another. Her chest was slowly moving up and down as she breathed. 

I hesitated for a moment considering what had happened earlier, she wanted to be my Slave. It was a fantasy that I would think most red blooded men had at some point. The thought of being at the center of a fantastical Middle Eastern harem with beautiful women catering to every whim and submissive to every desire. Still reality and fantasy were supposed to remain separate. There were larger implications to Kate following and enjoying any order I gave her. 

Still at the moment I didn't want to consider them, all I wanted to do was take advantage of the situation. 

Leaning over I lay back down next to her and slowly moved my hand to her pussy. Kate gasped slightly in her sleep but otherwise didn't react. Grinning I moved my fingers over her paying particular attention to her clit. Kate continued to moan but didn't wake. Despite her being asleep her body responded quickly and within just a minute my hand was slick and I was hard myself. 

Slowly rolling Kate over so that she was on her back I looked down at her slumbering form and moving slowly I put just the smallest amount of my cock into her. Kate's pussy reacted by convulsing as if trying to pull me deeper into her and for the time being I resisted the urge to plunge into her. 

"Wake up Kate." I said. 

Kate groaned and her eyes slowly fluttered. 

"Master?" She grumbled. 

I moved forward and watched Kate, her expressions quickly flickered from drowsy to confused and finally jubilation. 

"Master!" said Kate and her arms shot up and wrapped themselves around my neck. I swung us around so I was on my back in the bed and Kate was sitting impaled on top of my cowgirl style. 

"Good afternoon." I said grinning up at her. 

Still waking up it took her a moment to respond, "This is one way to wake me up Master." She said. 

I smiled. "And one I intend to use quite often if you sleep in." I said. 

Kate nodded and biting her bottom lip she slowly moved up and then letting gravity force her back down she let out a small yelp. 

"I don't think I'll complain." She said gasping slightly.

"Didn't think so." I said. 

"I want you to orgasm each time you get all of my cock inside of you." I said. 

Kate paused looking down at me. "I am your slave Master, you do not need to do that to have your use of me." She said. 

"You're most beautiful when you orgasm, your entire body is tight and the look on your face." I reached up and took a breast into my hand. Kate moaned. "It's not an entirely selfless act, now I don't think I need to order you to start moving do I?" I asked. 


Kate considered this for a moment. "I don't know Master I do need to take a shower, I suppose if the Master can't resist using his slave then he could order her to ride him." She said. 

I raised an eyebrow at that, we both knew she had no intention of removing herself from me. 

"I think it's the other way around." I said and moving my hands to her hips I pulled her down onto me, triggering the first orgasm from my orders. Kate gasped and her entire pussy clamped down on me. 

Shakily Kate shook her head. "No Master, you cannot resist using your slave." She said even as her own body betrayed her and without my prompting she began to raise herself back up to fall down on me again. 

I pulled her down again this time much more forceful slamming her into my groin. Kate gasped and throwing her head back let out a yelp. She moved back up and without my prompting once again dropped herself down out on me. With each orgasm in quick succession she got steadily tighter, her muscles around my cock pressing until almost the point of pain. 

Kate was gasping and mewling at every thrust her entire body covered in sweat and my lower torso was covered in her juices. Under these conditions even the greatest men wouldn't last long and I felt my own orgasm quickly building. 

"Kate when I come, you will have one final orgasm." I said. 

"Yes Master!" she panted as she continued to move up and down on me. 

I closed my eyes and groaning I grabbed her hips and held her to me my cock buried deep inside of her. I came and Kate let out another yelp before she collapsed on top of me. 

For several minutes the two of us lay their breathing as we tried to regain control of ourselves. 

"That was fun Master." Said Kate. 

I nodded and glanced over at my nightstand. The phone was slowly blinking something I hadn't noticed until now. 

"I agree, we're going to have to do that again." I said.

Kate smiled and snuggled up next to me as I picked up the phone. Seeing a message from Beth, I yawned and sitting up played it ignoring the protests from Kate as I moved and her pillow disappeared. 

I listened to the message confused for a moment thinking that she had misdialed me. But her voice and the faint tinny voices in the background which I could barely hear were clear enough. I felt the blood draining from my face and the pit of my stomach drop as adrenaline was dumped into my system. Beth had been kidnapped by the Company. 

"Master?" Said Kate confused as she looked at me. 

I held the phone out and played the message again putting it on speaker. 

"You from the Company?" said Beth her voice moving in and out of focus the sound of rustling clothes the loudest thing on the recording. 

"Walk forward!" shouted a man's voice and both of us had to lean in to hear it. 

"I'm fine right where I am thanks!" said Beth her voice shaky. 

The line was silent for a moment the rustling clothes the only sound as Kate took a few steps forward her feet resounding on the concreate. 

"Fuck." Said Beth

There was a muffled thud and a small yelp. 

"Help me tie her up." Said the Man's voice. 

There were sounds of further scuffling and several profanities. 

"Make sure she's clean." Said another voice. 

The sound of rustling cloth picked back up as someone started searching her pockets and then a moment latter there was the sound of whistling air before the line went dead. They had tossed it from the car or something. 

Kate was pale and shaking slightly. "Fuck." She said. 

Despite the situation I was surprised to hear her swear, with everything that had happened to her I had yet to hear her swear. 

"We need to leave." I said. 

"Master?" 

"If they can modify a person to be a Doll how hard do you think it will be for them to get information from her?" I asked as I got up out of the bed. 

"Not that difficult Master." Said Kate. "Beth will fight them though! We have to help her save her!" said Kate. 

"Kate, we can't." I said. 

"Master?" Said Kate. 

"We have no idea where Beth is, no idea how to stop what they are doing to her halfway through, and we have nothing to fight them with. So we run." I stepped out of bed and throwing on some pants went to my living room and booted up my laptop. Finding the correct adapter in my mess of electronics plugged in the hard drive Beth and I had stolen from Kent. 




The True Master Ch. 05



Spooling it up I pulled the same encryption keys he had used for the login to the Companies server to reprogram the Doll's praying that Kent was as much of an idiot as I thought and he used the same password for everything. Letting that run I went back to the bedroom where Kate was hurriedly putting clothes on. 

"We are running Master? Where to? How?" She asked. 

"Kent's helping with that." I said.

Kate blinked, "He's the guy that has Beth's friend right?" She asked. 

I nodded. "We got the information on how to fix you by hacking into the computer tablet he was using, stole some of his financial information as well." I said. "I'm going to steal every cent of money he has and then we split." I said.

"What about Beth Master!?" said Kate. 

"We can't help her now!" I said exasperated. It was leaving a bad taste in my mouth leaving her behind but there was no way in hell we would be able to save her, not now. In a few months when I had the Dolls figured out and I knew how to fight the company we would save her. But after everything I was still reacting and that was a bad way to deal with a threat like the Company. 

"Master we can't leave her!" 

I ground my teeth for the first time getting truly angry at Kate. She was trying to do what she thought was right hell it was the right thing to do but the right thing would get us killed. We had to be logical and methodical just like the Company if we wanted any chance of beating them. 

"We don't have a choice. Now pack up your clothes and mine, just enough for a few days." I growled and stomping away from her I went back to the laptop to find all of Kent's financials sitting in front of me. I didn't look back at Kate, she was saying she was my slave but still yelling at her like that wasn't right. 

I looked at Kent's financial In terms of cash on hand it was around 5 million. His assets totaled something close to 120 million although those weren't in the form of anything I could easily take. Most of it was in things like real estate. Looking through the bank accounts I decided to be blunt, there was no time for finesse and Kent tracking me would be a lot easier to avoid then the Company. I would need all the money he had to run from them. 

Bypassing and disabling the safeties on his accounts I quickly signed into my bitcoin client and transferred the money into it emptying his entire account into my own bitcoin wallet. It all took a matter of seconds and it only sat in my account for a moment before I transferred it away into another ten accounts I quickly scripted and set up evenly spreading the money out among them. Recording the wallet codes I shut off my computer. I had just stolen something close to 5 million dollars, ten thousand or so of it was probably lost in cyberspace with all of the hurried laundering but still I was a millionaire thief something I had never thought I would be. I had always been one of the more grey hat hackers, we are the voice without a face type of crap. Even that I hadn't done in years though. 

I could hear Kate in the back packing up the clothes like I had ordered and I winced, I had been abrupt with her and she was trying to do what was right. 

I sighed and throwing my laptop along with the tablet and the other electronics I had into a bag I paused everything I had worth owning was in that bag, all of the data on the Dolls and everything I had ever worked on digitally going back 15 years. My entire life was a bunch of 0's and 1's stored on just a few hard drives. Leaving the apartment certainly wouldn't be hard. The shitty job even less the real home for me was the familiar files and programs on those hard drives.

Or at least it had been until now. Now it was something different. Going back to my room I looked inside to see Kate sitting on the bed the only suitcases and duffle bags I had full and next to her on the floor. 

Kate was sitting on the bed resolutely not looking at me angry over the conversation earlier no doubt.

"We can't save her now but we will get her back." I said. 

Kate looked up at me. "I know you're right but it still feels wrong leaving her behind." She said. 

I nodded. "We were stupid, I didn't think of them going after her if we showed our faces at the club. I thought that being an officer would make it safer. If she's been taken this easily it just means this goes a lot higher up the food chain then I would like to think." I said.

"Where will we go?" Kate repeated. 

"Anywhere really, we're going to have to burn our id's though or at least I am. We got plenty of money now though to work with. You not knowing who you are might actually be safer right now." I said. 

Kate blinked. "How much did you steal from him?" she asked. 

"A few million." I said. 

"You stole a few million dollars in the time it took me to pack?" she said. 

I nodded smiling slightly. "It's the digital age." 

A sudden thought occurred to me, I had all of the information pertinent too his life. I could do a lot worse then take his money, that was something he would recover from quickly enough with the number of assets he had. His standing with the Company though that was something I could destroy.

"We can't save Beth. We can save Tracy though." I said. 

"The Doll that Beth wanted to save?" Said Kate. 

"Yeah Tracy was her Girlfriend, Kent has her and I have all of the info to get into Kent's apartment not to mention a few other toys to help." I said as I reached into my bag and pulled out two devices. One was a metal box about the size of an old radio with three antennas on it and a dozen dials. The other was a small bare electronics board with only a single antenna.

"Jammers." I said and held up the metallic one. "This is a cell phone jammer straight from Hong-Kong very illegal here in the US." I put it down and picked up the other electronic box the one with the bare wires and circuit board. "This is a Wi-Fi jammer. With both of these on and so long as we are in ten feet or so of him he can't call for help." 

"You want to just walk into his house?" Said Kate.

"Penthouse, and yeah why not? I have the key card access strip and I can replicate that the only difficult thing will be getting the front door open if it's got a lock on it." I said. 

"Although there is something we should test." I said and quickly stood back up. 

"Kate, attack and subdue me." I said holding my arms out to her. 

Kate blinked and getting to her feet lunged at me in a vain attempt to tackle me to the floor. I let her hit and took a step back but otherwise did nothing as she tried to push me to the floor.

"Why am I doing this Master?" Asked Kate as he grunted trying to leverage herself to get me to fall. Thankfully she wasn't trying to punch or go for anything vital. 

"Well I wanted to know how a Doll would react to being told to attack someone. Apparently you don't get a downloaded set judo skills along with the missing memories." I said. "You can stop now." 

Kate straightened back up. "So we can get into his penthouse and you have all your computer stuff to fix me, and I packed all of the clothes do we need anything else?" Asked Kate. 

I nodded and reaching underneath my bed I slowly pulled out the small revolver I had. 

I heard Kate's intake of breath. "Why do you have that Master?" she asked.

"First month I moved in here I was robbed at gun point in the middle of the night. This isn't the best neighborhood so I figured I should get one. I'm not a great shot but I'm not going to shoot myself in the foot." I said. 

"Master, you're not planning to shoot him are you?" asked Kate. 

I checked that the revolver safety was locked and for a moment considered putting it in the back of my pants like in the movies but decided I didn't want to risk shooting myself in the ass so I tossed it into the bag with everything else of mine. 

"As much as I want too, no." I said. 

Kate nodded. "Alright then. Is there anything else that we need?" She asked looking around the room. 

I considered, there was no coming back here and I was leaving quite a bit behind but being a millionaire I could replace all of it. 

"No, let's go." I said. 

With those words I left my old life behind. 

-
The Rich Boy
Still nursing the bump on his head from when the police officer had tossed him over the bar Kent was relaxing and allowing the two Dolls to attend to him. Toy was giving him a back massage while he used Slut's boobs as a pillow relaxing under the ministrations of the other Doll. 

His phone rang and grumbling curses Kent motioned for Toy to go and grab it. The Doll removing her hands from his back and quickly wiping the oil off of them retrieved the phone and handed it to Kent. 

"What?" he growled. 

For a moment Kent was confused as his personal accountant ranted at him before his head still aching from last night was able to process what was being said. 

"What do you mean the money is gone?" said Kent. 

The accountant continued to rant saying that he had authorized all of the money to be transferred out of his account into something called cryptocurrency, whatever the hell that was. 

Kent shoved the two Dolls away and standing up in just his boxers walked towards the minibar. 

"Find the god damn money or you're out of a job." Growled Kent into the phone. 

The accountant didn't respond and Kent waited for a moment before the line went dead. Pulling his phone from his ear Kent looked at the signal. It was gone, he usually got perfect reception up on the top floor was gone. 

The doorbell to his penthouse rang and Kent looked over at it surprised, no one but a few delivery men and his Fathers associates had the key to get up to this floor. Shaking his head Kent went over to answer the door.

-

The True Master

The two of us Master and Slave stood in front of Kent's door, it had been incredibly easy to get up to the penthouse with the right codes. I had been able to clone the RFID code and plug it into my phone so the elevator recognized me as Kent and sent us immediately up to his floor no button pressing needed. 

Now though I had no idea what I was going to do to get the Doll's from him, threatening him with the gun was the easiest option assuming he didn't have any of his own. Going through it in my head now it seemed positively idiotic to be doing this, especially with Beth kidnapped. But we had to do something to make Beth's sacrifice worth it and saving her girlfriend and running away seemed good enough. 

The door in front of us opened and for a moment Kent looked out at us confused.

"What" he growled. 

He didn't have a shirt on and despite everything I couldn't help but notice that he was significantly more defined in them muscle department then me. I grimaced but quickly masked it. 

"Your Dolls, give them to me." I said. 

Kent blinked. 

"What the fuck? You serious?" he laughed. "You're a fucking idiot! Go the fuck away!" he said and moved to close the door. 

I raised my revolver pointing it at him he froze and stared at the barrel. To my astonishment my own arm which I had expected to be shaking was perfectly steady aiming directly at his chest, from just out of his reach I couldn't miss him. 

"I was smart enough to steal all your money and break into your club." I said. 

Kent's eyes widened and he took a step forward. "You son of a bitch!" he said. 

I shook the gun at him and he froze. "Inside." I said. 

Kent took a step backwards and looking behind him slowly backed into his Penthouse. Kate and I slowly followed, me staying just out of range in case he decided to lunge at me. The two Dolls were standing by the couch in the center of the large room both of them naked and covered in some sort of oil but looked otherwise untouched. 

"Go find the tablet so we can reprogram Tracy and the other one." I said to Kate. 

"Yes Master" said Kate and keeping her eyes on Kent she took a few quick steps past him to investigate more of the Penthouse. 

"Sit" I said pointing at the chair furthest from the Dolls. 

Kent Hesitated seeming to debate something with himself before he lunged forwards towards me catching me by surprise. He expertly grabbed at the gun and swung it away from himself and up towards the ceiling twisting my arm to the side breaking my grip on the weapon sending it flying toward the other side of the room. 

His fist swung around at me catching me squarely in the jaw and dazed I collapsed onto the floor. Kent scrambled away from me and reaching into the drawer of a side table he pulled out a gun of his own, a smooth lethal looking pistol. 

Kent pointed it at me and glaring up at him I kept my hands still. 

Kent smiled. "Not so tough now huh?" he sneered. 

I spat out a bit of blood from his punch onto the white couch and smiled up at him doing my best to regain control. "Go ahead kill me Kent, within an hour all of your families secrets will be online. Not to mention information about the Company as well. They won't be happy with that." I said. 

Kent paled slightly. "What?" He said. 

"I set up a dead man's switch kill me and all that goes public. Let me have the Dolls and leave and it stays secret." I said. 

I was bluffing for my life at this point, I didn't have a dead man's switch set up or a server to upload all of his data. The only copy I had was sitting in a bag just on the other side of his front door along with the jammers and my own laptop. 

Kent hesitated and I slowly got up to my feet even as he kept the gun pointed at me. 

"No." he said. Looking around Kent spotted Kate and the tablet she was holding. 

Keeping the gun trained on me he stomped over to Kate who was frozen like a deer in headlights the tablet clutched in her hands. 

"You turn that off or I kill her." He said turning the gun to Kate. 

He ground the gun into her side and Kate whimpered, her eyes not on Kent but on me. She had trusted me given her entire being to me and had begged to submit to my every whim and it was going to get her killed.

Something snapped. A piece of my own mind that had been holding me in check, holding everything together throughout this craziness and making sure I never hurt Kate snapped.

I looked into Kate's terrified eyes as he dug the gun further into her stomach and for a moment everything around me came into perfect clarity and focus. I was angry, furious actually but that wasn't helpful at the moment so I repressed that feeling. Instead I analyzed the situation and acted. 

Moving more quickly than I ever had I vaulted up over the small table beside me towards Kent and landed on the couch near where they were both standing, moving my left hand up I slammed it into the underside of Kent's elbow. I saw the bone break and his arm bending upwards before I even heard the snap. Several of the bones in my own hand were likely fractured but that did not matter at the moment. Finishing my leap over the couch I slammed my body into Kent's chest and sent him sprawling onto the floor even as my own right hand went up and wrenched the gun from his control. 

Taking a breath I glanced down at my hand as pain lanced through it, it was red and my thumb was bent at an odd angle but other than that I was fine. 

"You were going to shoot what is mine." I said my voice cold as I looked down at him on the floor. 

Kent mumbled something and moved to get to his feet. Aiming his own weapon I quickly fired off a shot into his knee. Kent howled in pain and collapsed back onto the floor.

"Do you know what you are?" I asked him my voice deathly calm. 

Kneeling down I placed the gun to the side of his head and turned his gaze until he was looking at the Dolls. 

"Those are people Kent, and you're using them like they're objects to be thrown away." I said and ground the gun into his head. 

"What reason can you give me to let you live after all that you've done?" I asked him. 

It took him a moment but his panic stricken eyes turned from the Dolls to me. 

"Money! However much money you want! My Father will pay you whatever you want! Just let me live!" he said tears now streaming down his pathetic face. 

"I don't want money and hiding behind Daddy won't help you. You're a parasite on society thinking yourself above everyone else. You think the money you've been born into gives you the right to do this?" I asked pointing at the girls. 

"No!" he blubbered. 

"No it doesn't. So why should I let you live what good will keeping you alive do the world?" I asked. 

"I promise to help people do good things!" he said begging. 

I smiled and leaned in closer. "I don't believe you." I said. 

Kent paled even further then he was now his skin turning almost translucent. I could smell something and glancing down I saw that he had lost control of his bladder. Pathetic. 

"Master!" Kate said from the corner of the room. 

I glanced up at her she was staring at me in terror, not at what was happening to Kent but what I was doing. 

"Master don't kill him!" She said. 

"He deserves it after what he's done. He's taken Dolls and used people, he threatened you!" I said. 

"I know Master, but still he's not the real person behind all of this!" said Kate. 

"He's in bed with the Company, and they wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in our heads right this second. They already took Beth." I said. 

"Master we have to be better than them!" said Kate.

"You are better than them Kate." I said. 

I pressed the gun harder into his head and Kent whimpered in pain. Pathetic. I pulled the trigger. 

Kent yelped as the bullet whizzed past his ear embedding itself in the floor millimeters from his skull, it was loud in the small room and turning the gun around in my hand I slammed the metal into his face crushing his nose. Kent's eyes rolled back in his head and still angry at him I hit him again, and again. His face was crushed he was unconscious and most of his teeth were missing.

"I'm not though." 

-

The True Slave 

I jumped at the shot and watched as Kent collapsed to the floor. Master turned the gun around in his hand and crushed it into Kent's face, once, twice, three times he slammed the pistol into the man's face crushing it and sending teeth flying across the room in every direction. 

"I'm not though." Said my Master as he slowly stood up his eyes still on Kent's prone form. 

I took a stepped forward to help Master but he threw up a hand to me his eyes still averted from me. 

"Stay right there Kate." He said his voice still icy. 

My feet froze in place bidden by his commands and I watched as my Master slowly gathered himself. Keeping his eyes away from mine Master quickly slid the magazine out of the pistol and popped the round from the chamber before he tossed all of it into his bag. 

Going over to the other two Dolls he hesitated. 

"If you're in their wait a little bit longer we don't have time to explain right now." He said. 

Reaching up he plugged the laptop into the first Doll who was originally Tracy Beth's girlfriend.

He typed something and then quickly unplugged her. 

The Doll slowly went down to her knees. 

"This Doll recognizes the Master!" she said. 

Master quickly repeated the process on the other Doll and soon both of the naked women were kneeling in front of him, a sight that most Men would have taken advantage of. But the Master did not look like his normal self, the eyes which usually held a look of jovial kindness along with a streak of mischief in them were dead replaced by a glassy look of concentration and determination.

"Get dressed in conservative outfits that won't attract attention and bring me a set of car keys to one of the sedans your previous Master had." He said. 

"We comply Master." Said the two Dolls in unison and they slowly rose to their feet to follow his orders. 




The True Master Ch. 05



Master turned and keeping his head down slowly walked over to me, not avoiding the pool of blood that had formed on the floor next to the unconscious body of Kent, his footprints turning red as he walked towards me. 

"Kate." He trailed off. 

"You nearly beat him to death." I said, I knew what my Master had done was wrong but then I knew that my Master could not do anything wrong. My own sense of morality was fighting with the chip on what the differences between right and wrong were. The Master was never wrong, but the Master was wrong!

"I did." Said Master and looking up at me I could see the fear in his own eyes. Master was scared of something he was afraid of what my reaction would be. 

"I should be afraid of you." I said. 

"Are you?" he asked his eyes moving up to meet mine. 

Kent was an evil man who frankly deserved to be shot in the head he was working with the Company the very people that had done this too me. The fact that he had two Dolls was enough to condemn him alone he was not an innocent man. 

"No Master." I said. 

He nodded and looking back at Kent. 

"In the past month I've taken a woman as a slave submissive to any order I give, I've hacked into corporate databases and I stole 5 million dollars from a man before breaking into his beating his face in." Said Master he shook his head and walked back over to look at Kent.

"I'm sorry Master. This all started because of me." I said. 

He snorted. "You ran away from people who were brainwashing you. Any sane person would do the same thing. This is the Companies fault not yours" he said. 

"Still I-"

"It's not your fault and that's the last I want to hear of it." He said his tone terse. 

I nodded and my Master turned away from Kent. The two Dolls were back in their place behind the couch dressed and the car keys that Master had request held out in the hand of the black Doll. 

Walking over Master took the keys from her, and I noticed for the first time that the doll was slightly taller than him even now when she was in flats. 

"We have to go." Said Master. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. 

My Master forced smile on his face. "I'm rich now, we can go wherever we want. We can't go back to the apartment and I need a place to work so I can get all of you fixed." He glanced back at the Dolls. "I want to fix them right now but the Company will just grab them again so they're going to have to be Dolls for a little while longer." He said. 

"What about Beth Master?" I asked. 

He winced. "We need to make a plan to save her, but we don't even know where she is right now we can't fight the Company head on not without some sort of edge so for now, we run." He said.

"Yes Master." I said.

-

??Belial?? 

I watched as Marcus his perfect Slave and his new Dolls left the city and smiled. Everything was going to plan.



The True Master Ch. 06



Chapter 6 Upgrade



Slowing the car I inched it forward until we were just past the tree line and the building was in full view. Turning in my seat to face Kate I smiled. 

"What do you think?" I asked. 

"It's nice?" She said as if unsure exactly what to say. "A little big." 

"Well I got the money so why not? Only cost about 750K. It's got fast internet and I can fit a few servers in the basement, and with the solar panels on the roof we won't light up like a marijuana grower on the electrical grid." I said. 

"I thought we only had 5 million or so Master? Why spend almost a fifth of it on this?" asked Kate. She turned to glare at me. 

I scratched my nose, "Well we started with 5 million, and that Bastard and his Father haven't noticed I'm still siphoning off whatever cash I can from their accounts."

Kate swatted my arm and I grinned. "Master that is illegal!" said Kate. 

I shrugged. "At this point I don't think legality is our biggest issue." I said. 

Kate nodded in agreement and shifting the car out of park and hit the accelerator jolting us forward, and chewing into the gravel we shot up the small road to the garage and I parked inside. Kate and I along with the two Dolls had been in half a dozen motels and another half dozen cars in the past week as I drove us from the East coast of the United States to the West.

Every few states or so I would ditch the car we were in and drawing on my now considerable sums of money buy another cheap clunker and continue driving, promising to get proper plates at the dealership. I had considered stealing cars but that would just attract more attention. Sleazy car salesmen were willing to ignore the lack of paperwork if you were paying the asking price up front in cash.

We were now up in northern Washington on the damn other side of the Country from the Company and the City they controlled. The cabin had been a hurried purchase and done in cash much to the agent's delight. I needed a place to work and get at cracking at fixing Dolls, for that reason I had already ordered several massive computer servers for raw data processing and other tasks and they were on rush shipping to be here tomorrow. I had let Kate pick out and order furniture for the cabin from my laptop while I had been driving figuring that a woman's touch even if she was enslaved to me would be better at color coordination than my own. I had never actually purchased any furniture new always getting it from yard sales or craigslist and neither had Kate to her knowledge still she had fun picking it all out.

It had been just the two of us on our flight across the country, the Dolls of Tracy and the other woman in my back seat sitting passively in them as I drove. I knew I should have fixed them as soon as possible to be like Kate but I wanted to do it in a more controlled environment and be able to explain what was going on to them in case they had no memories of what had happened to them. 

Stepping out of the car I opened the back door of the car, both Dolls were still sitting ramrod straight in their seats starring straight forward. 

"Both of you out, follow Kate inside." I instructed them. 

"Yes Master." They chorused in exact sync with one another. 

"Take them to the kitchen." I told Kate as I stepped back and they got out of the car. I could hear joints popping as they moved, Dolls they might have been but their bodies were as human as my own and they were not supposed to sit in a car all day long. 

"Yes Master." Said Kate and she went over to the Dolls who fell into step behind her. 

She led the two from the garage and moving around the car I went and popped the trunk and pulled out my laptop. Opening and turning it on I absentmindedly walked into what was my new home while I looked over the programming again. The script I had used to flip Kate out of Doll Mode and put her into permanent diagnostics mode should work, but like Kate their personalities would be merged with the Doll protocols. I had no way of turning off the chips entirely without killing them and as far as I could see emptying the chip of anything but the basic programming was a good way to lobotomize someone. 

Kate had come to me in that mixed personality but these women had not and I was having a difficult time reconciling if I should do it to them. Mixing the Doll programming with their personalities would most likely result in something like Kate.

The two Dolls were standing at attention in the kitchen and Kate was absentmindedly looking around inside the different cupboards and drawers when I walked into the room. 

"I think this is better than your apartment Master." Said Kate as she pulled out the silverware set from the drawer to look at it. As opposed to my original mismatched and dented cutlery this set was pristine and without character. 

"I liked that apartment." I said.

"Well I think your learn to love this place." Said Kate. She stretched her arms up and sighed. "I can actually move in here!" 

I nodded and set the laptop down on the counter. "Kate, I'm not sure I should do this." I said. 

"Do what?" asked Kate. 

"Put them in the middle, lock these women into an existence where they know they should be something else but can't remember and still have the Doll programming rattling around in their heads." I said. 

Kate shook her head. "No Master! They are in their! I was floating in the darkness when I was like them. I was aware of what was happening and it was like a nightmare! They are not sleeping behind the masks of the Doll! They are floating alone in a void!" She said. 

I swallowed and nodded. "You're right." I said. Sighing I looked at Tracy, it was perhaps a little biased to fix her first but I figured she would be the easiest to deal with already knowing something about her from Beth.

"Come over here." I said to the Doll Tracy. 

The Doll walked over and stood in front of the counter. I considered this for a moment, 

"Sit down." I told her. Kate had come close to collapsing each time we had messed with her implant and Tracy falling over and getting a concussion wasn't something that would do her any good what with her head already being messed with. 

I plugged the cable into the back of her head and went back to my laptop. Checking the modified programs again I glanced down at her and then back at Kate. 

"Here we go." I said. 

Kate nodded and hesitantly I hit enter. The program was going to set the chip in Tracy's brain into a permanent diagnostic mode merging her identity with that of the Doll like Kate. 

Like with Kate it took a moment for the program to load into the chip and then run. Tracy twitched and fell backwards onto the floor. The cable popped out of the socket and she went limp. 

I looked down at her concerned. "Tracy?" I asked. 

The woman blinked and slowly pushed herself up to her elbows. 

"Fucking hell!" she gasped and she remained still for a moment her eyes widening. 

She leapt up to her feet and continuing the momentum from the jump swung her fist catching me squarely in the jaw sending me sprawling onto the tiled floor. 

"That's for leaving Beth behind!" she said. 

I groaned and got up to me hands and knees trying to pick myself up despite my dizziness. 

"You remember her?" I slowly asked. 

"I remember everything, including what that creep did to me." Said Tracy shuddering. 

"Your memories from before?" I asked. 

Tracy frowned. "I remember everything!" she said. 

I glanced back at Kate, further evidence that she was a unique case. Whatever she had done to escape the Company had scrambled her brain. It also meant that her memories might be unrecoverable. For the moment though I pushed those thoughts aside.

Getting to my feet I extended my hand. "Marcus." I said. 

"Tracy." She said reaching out to take my hand and shaking it. 

"So Master, what next." Said Tracy. She blinked and then looked back at the laptop. 

"So it's not all fixed then?" she asked. 

I nodded. "I can't remove the chips or deactivate them without turning you into a vegetable." 

She nodded. "Explains a lot." She said. 

"Like?" I asked curious. 

"I don't like guy's but you're hot all the sudden. Even though you're scrawny as hell and pale Master." Said Tracy. 

I coughed. "Very polite." I deadpanned. 

She shrugged. "You had better be planning on getting Beth back." She said. 

"I'm working on it." I said. 

"Good." 

Turning away from me Tracy walked over to Kate and surprising my slave scooped her up into a hug. 

"It's nice to finally be able to do this Mistress!" said Tracy. 

I blinked as dumbfounded as Kate was at the title. 

"Mistress?" I asked. 

Tracy frowned. "I was listening to you explain things in the car ride in case we were conscious Mistress when she was stuck in Doll mode. The chip," Tracy paused apparently trying to sort out her thoughts and then continued. "The chip is prompting me to address her with seniority Mistress being your first Slave, me the second." She said. 

"Sit down." Said Kate. 

Tracy collapsed onto the floor in front of Kate a look of bemused annoyance quickly crossing her face. Kate giggled. "Sorry you can get up." She said. "I just wanted to try that out, I haven't gotten to give orders."

Tracy got back to her feet and gave Kate a slight shove. 

"Don't let it get to your head." She said. 

Kate swallowed and nodded. 

"We need to wake her up then." I said pointing at the other Doll. "If she's sitting in their listening she's probably a little pissed. That we haven't yet." I said. 

"Yeah, I don't even know her name which is weird considering what that Bastard made us do." Said Tracy. 

"Come her and sit down." I said to the other Doll directing her to the same spot that Tracy had been in. 

The Doll sat and I plugged her in like Tracy and ran the program again, and this time I moved to catch her before she fell backwards onto the hard floor. Catching her I watched the transformation take place in her eyes as they went from glassy and unfocused to alert and aware. 

The woman groaned and looked up at me. 

"Thanks." She said. 

"So you were hearing everything too?" I asked. 

She nodded and slowly I helped her get up to her feet. 

"I'm going to have to ask for your name." I said. 

"Helen." She said. 

"And you remember everything, from before you were a Doll and while you were one?" I asked. 

"Yes Master." She frowned at the title. 

"But it's still not over is it?" She asked. 

"No, sorry. Did you hear what I told you during the drive?" I asked. 

"Kate got away and you've been trying to figure out how to fix her you stole all of Kent's stuff and the data you needed to try and fix her, then you stole his money and us that close enough?" She asked. 

"Yeah that's about it." 

Helen glanced over at the other two and then back at me. "We're going to stop the people who did this right?" she asked. 

"Hopefully." 

"Good." 

And with that I had two more Slaves. 

---

January 31 2016:

Looking up from the computer I spun around to face the two former Dolls and my Slave, the basement was still a mess and there were boxes everywhere from the different computer equipment I had ordered and I had only managed to set up the first server's hardware the configuration was taking a lot longer. 

"Yes?" I asked. 

Kate hesitantly stepped forward. "Master, we have a problem." She said. 

"A problem?" I asked wary of the way the three of them were looking at me. 

"We, Helen and I." Tracy paused and took a breather. "We need a Master." She said. 

"Ah." 

"We know you're with Kate and she's your slave, we call you Master but it doesn't mean anything the chips making us do that. The chips though, it's clawing at every thought and all I can think about is you using me Master. I need you to use me." Said Tracy. 

She blushed. "If it weren't for this chip I wouldn't even consider it, you're scrawny and pale as hell Master. Even before this damn thing I was bisexual but I liked girls more, I was going to marry Beth!" She said. 

"But with this stupid chip I'm hardly even thinking of her which just makes it feel worse when I do think of her! I need you to be my Master like you are with Kate!" said Tracy. 

I turned to Helen. 

"Helen?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "I was a model, I had half a dozen boyfriends. With these tattoos and the fact I went missing months ago I couldn't go back to my normal life if I wanted too, and like Tracy said I feel the same. It's like a constant pounding in the back of my head and its only been getting worse. I need a Master too." She said. 

I put my head down in my hands. "I really should be happy, what guy wouldn't like three beautiful women throwing themselves at him. And to be honest I am actually am despite everything." I said. 

Helen smiled. "Well that's good so you will be our Master like you are with Kate?" she asked. 

I nodded. "It's not like making arguing will change anything even if I believed the arguments I used at this point. If I knew I was going to be able to fix you in a day or so I wouldn't." I gestured back at the half assembled computer and server behind me. My old laptop was sitting in the center of the mess the Doll programming up on its screen like it had been for the past week. 

"But like I told Kate it will take at least a few months. Maybe even years to figure this all out." 

Kate came over and pushing me back in my chair sat down on my lap and hooked her legs up over the armrests. She was in skinny jeans and a shirt so thin it was almost see through and barely long enough to cover her chest most of her toned midriff left bare.

"You're not arguing about this as much as you did with me." She said a pout on her face. 

I rolled my eyes. "I've got a woman who doesn't have any memories and another two who I technically kidnapped. All three have chips in their heads that make them subservient to me and all three are begging to be dominated by me. At this point I'm not even going to bother pretending to do the right thing and refuse. I don't want too and when I fix all of you I'll hand you the axe to chop me to bits for being misogynistic enough to go through with this." I said. 

Kate rolled her own eyes. "And when you do fix us I think you'll be surprised what we think of you Master." She said. 

"We want to make it special so can you wait a few days to make us your slaves?" Asked Tracy. 

"I'm not going to order you to sleep with me, not yet anyway. If you come to your senses and tell me to fuck off I will." I said. 

Lazily I let my hands wander over Kate's front and my hand brushed against her nipples that were hidden only by the very thin layer of cotton. Kate shuddered and arched up in her seat into my touch grinding herself into my hand.

"Afterwards though, you're mine." I said as I gave the two newest Slaves my best impression of a dominating Master. 

Tracy and Helen were staring at Kate watching as she writhed on top of me. 

"You two might want to leave now considering what I'm about to do to her, if you want to wait to make the first night special." I said. 

The two glanced at one another and quickly scampered out of the room shooting up the stairs to the top of the Lodge. 

"Was that too much at the end?" I asked Kate as I pushed her off of my lap and up to her feet.

She pouted as I put her down but quickly collected herself. "No, a little direct but they need a Master. You keep acting like that and they're going to jump you before we get everything together." She said. 

"You're incorrigible, how many more women are you going to try to add into my life." I asked. 

Kate giggled. "As many as you deserve Master." She said. 

"Why do I have the feeling that the number you and I would agree on for that would be very different?" I asked her. 

Kate smiled. 

"Your awfully cheeky for a slave you know that?" I said. 

"What you want me all robotic? Yes sir! No sir!" she snapped to a mock salute waving her hand at each word. 

I chuckled. "No." 

"I'm what you need me to be Master, and right now you need someone to tell you that you're doing the right thing." Said Kate. 

I turned back around to look at my laptop and the half assembled server. "It might be the right thing, but we're not going to take down or expose the Company without doing some things the wrong way. I can try to stay as" I paused and chuckled. "As good as possible but sooner or later I'm going to have to do something bad." I said. 

"The world is made of shades of gray Master, good and evil are hardly words that apply to anything but fiction and feel good movies." She said. 

"And how many movies do you actually remember seeing?" I asked. 

Kate frowned. "None Master." 

"We'll have to watch some then. Sometimes it's nice to pretend the world is black and white."

---

February 8 2016: 



"Master?" 

I heard Kate coming down the stairs and I quickly extracted myself from the innards of the server and stood up.

"Helen has frozen again." She said. 

I stood up and grabbed my laptop disentangling it from everything else on my desk I followed Beth back upstairs. 

"What happened? Any common factors to the previous incidents?" I asked Kate. 

"Not that I could see Master but like last time she had a few seconds of warning and managed to get away from the stove just in time, dinner is burned though." Said Kate. 

"Frozen pizza again then." I said. 

Kate harrumphed but didn't say anything else. 

Reaching the top of the stairs I looked around the kitchen to see Helen on the floor with Tracy leaning over her. The woman was still breathing, the rapid and rather noticeable rise and fall of her chest evidence enough of that. This was an issue that Helen and Tracy were experiencing, and the four of us had taken to calling them crashes. I still didn't know why it was exclusive to the two newest Dolls but the fix was simple. 

"Sit her up." I said as crouched down on the floor behind Helen. Tracy and Kate both gently lifted her up and I deftly plugged her into my laptop and downloading the logs to see what had gone wrong I executed the commands to reboot her system. 

Helen gasped and her hands flew to her chest, from what she and Tracy had described the sensation of a reboot under these conditions was like being splashed with ice and pierced with needles all at once.

"You alright?" I asked Helen. 

She nodded. "I am Master." She breathed. I helped her to her feet and she grimaced. 

"You ok?" I asked. 

"We're having pizza again aren't we?" she said and following her gaze I saw the saucepan on the stove billowing black smoke. 

"Unless you want to try cooking again." I said. 

"How is it out of four people here none of us actually know how to cook?" Complained Tracy. 

"I can cook!" said Helen indignant. 

"Obviously not." Said Tracy as she went over and pulled the pan off of the stove and threw it into the sink before turning on the oven. 

I rolled my eyes but didn't interject. I was an absolute horrible cook, Tracy and Kate had almost set the house on fire, Helen cooked most but even then it was a tossup on if the food was going to be burned or raw. 

Helen bristled. "At least I didn't set the dish towels on fire!" she said.

The two continued to argue with one another as I put the pizza in the oven and somehow managed to drag Kate into their argument. 

If there was one thing I had learned in the week since I moved into the Lodge with my slave and two Dolls who wanted to be my slaves it was that women even women with mind control chips stuck in their heads it was not a good idea to get in the middle of an argument between them. 

The arguing suddenly stopped and I glanced back. The three women were looking at me and despite the fact I could order any of them to instantly grovel at my feet I was nervous. 




The True Master Ch. 06



"Yes?" I asked as I glanced back to check I had set the time right for the pizza. 

"We've got everything ready Master." Said Kate.

"For?" 

"For you to be out True Master." Said Helen. 

For the past week shipments of things had been coming to the Lodge as they got ready. The girls with Kate in charge had been putting together the Master bedroom a room that in the Lodge was going to be a double entendre. 

I hadn't been allowed to see it and although I usually would have cheated and looked inside by this point on anything else I had been too busy sorting through the Doll programming. It was still a mess and I couldn't tell if I was making any headway, every time I thought I had something figured out and ran a simulation the program invariably failed. Kate was sleeping in the guest room of the Lodge and when I made it to bed I joined her there, Tracy and Helen had been sleeping in the Master bedroom as they finished constructing it. 

I swallowed and looked over at the two newest women in my life. 

"Are you sure you want to? I'm not ordering you to do anything and-" 

"Master." The three of them chorused plainly and very pointedly telling me to shut up. 

I sighed and shook my head. "I have a harem. I wish the guys in high school could see me now." I said. 

Kate sniggered. "You were a nerd back then too?" she asked. 

"You get any more snarky and you're going to regret it but yes glasses, pimples and the lunchbox the whole shebang. I never thought I was going to get laid." I said. 

"Aww poor Master." Said Tracy.

I ignored her, usually the best policy with her because god damn could that woman shout. The shouting match on how soon we could save Beth had gone on several times already. 

"It just feels wrong, none of you are yourselves." I said. 

"We're more ourselves then when that Bastard had us." Said Helen. 

"Not what I meant." I said. 

"I know but at least you're nice enough to be a little guilty. Still you had better enjoy it tonight." She said. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"It's not like I don't have lot of work to do." I said. 

"Yeah and if we didn't tear you away from that computer you would never leave. I'm surprised your eyes aren't shriveled up at this point staring at the computer screen all day." Said Tracy. 

"When do you want me upstairs?" I asked. 

The three looked at one another and nodded. I wasn't sure if this communication was because they all had the chips in their heads or because they were women but they could communicate with one another without saying a word. 

"Two hours or so after dinner. We need to get ready." Said Helen. 

"Alright.

"Good that means you get the dishes after dinner Master." Said Kate. 

I glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow Kate continued to pointedly look away from me her face full of innocence. Sometimes I wondered who was really in charge here. 

---



"Does the Master like makeup?" Asked Tracy. 

I frowned. "I'm not sure, a little maybe." 

Tracy nodded and turned back to the mirror. 

"We're all going for the matching lingerie right?" Asked Helen leaning out from the shower a ridiculous looking pink shower cap over her head, she was the last one in line to use the thing. We had to take the showers separately or someone would end up pressed against the tile wall.

It was strange the two of them were subservient to both me and the Master, and despite the fact I had only been with the Master a few more weeks then them they immediately turned to me for questions about pleasing him something I could barely begin to guess at myself. 

Master was beginning to let his self-control slip, he had let almost all of it go during that afternoon when he took me as his slave his desires raw and exposed. But with the combination of us fleeing across the country and the introduction of Tracy and Helen he had clamped back up again. Even when he used me in the spare guest room it was nothing close to the wild abandon from that afternoon. 

Tonight the three of us were going to change that. Three drop dead gorgeous women throwing themselves at a man was enough to sway even the most devote priest. The Master that had given me the bite on my shoulder and used me to fulfill his own desires and send me flying to even greater heights of pleasure would be back tonight, and we were not going to let him leave. 

The shower shut off behind me and I jumped slightly shaking the thoughts. 

"I'm going to get dressed, and then go get him. Will you two be ready in five minutes?" I asked. 

"Yes Mistress!" they said in sync with one another. 

I bit my lip at the title, it was still something I was getting used to. I was a slave just like the two of them and just as eager to please the Master but they still listened to me and looked to me for advice despite both of them having been Dolls much longer.

I went out and grabbed off of the bed my own set of lingerie, red was the color we were all going with tonight as something that went well with all of our skin tones. The Master had given us collectively a few hundred thousand dollars to spend as we saw fit and in the modern age with an internet connection that was more than enough to get everything we wanted to please him. 

He had been paranoid with the security of everything though so it had all only arrived yesterday in a large crate that had been shipped to multiple intermediary couriers something he insisted on to stop the Company from tracking us. 

Stepping into the lingerie I grabbed a sheer robe off of the wall and threw it over myself, no need to spoil the surprise until he was in the bedroom. Stepping out of the bedroom I skipped down the stairs to find the Master sitting at the dinner table which was cleared of dishes and cleaned.

He glanced up to look at me as I came down the stairs and smiled nervously up at me. His face was pale and he was shaking slightly. 

"Master?" I asked. 

"I'm nervous." He said. 

Hopping from the last step I went over to the table and leaning over put my arms around him and pushed my breasts into his back. 

"About what Master? We already told you that we want to do this, and even if the chips are egging us on how could we ever be angry at you as nice as you are?" I asked. 

The smiled widened slightly. "I've gotten over that issue, although it's more I don't feel like wrestling with it anymore and I'll just let you all kill me after I fix your memories. No, it's uh." He paused and blushed slightly. 

"I've never been with more than one woman. Now I'm going to be doing with three supermodels at once." He said. 

I blinked and a small giggle slipped out. 

"It's not funny!" he protested his face bemused. 

"It kind of is! What are you worried about?" I asked. 

He mumbled something and even leaning over him I couldn't hear him. 

"Master?" I asked. 

He sighed. 

"I'm worried about." He paused and took a breath. "I'm worried about all of you enjoying it." He said. 

"I mean I'd like to think I'm good at it and everything but like I said I've only been with one woman at once and even that I'm sure could use a little work. Three at once? I'm nervous."

"Do you know how we feel when you're in the room?" I asked him. 

"No?" 

"We're more sensitive to everything, and it feels as if we're always right on the edge of an orgasm. You take the center stage of every thought and action we take from that point on. Every movement every action is to try and make you happier. A happy master will use the slave after all, and the chips have to enhance everything we feel because when you're inside me Master it's the most wonderful feeling in the world." I said feeling myself blush as I described it to him. 

He slowly nodded. "I see." 

I disentangled my arms from his neck and leaning down took his hand. Master followed me as I led him up the stairs. There was only a little light filtering out under the door of the Master bedroom and I stopped in front of the door. 

"Are you ready Master?" I asked. 

He nodded. Smiling I took the hem of the robe in my hand and carefully pulled at it and slipped out of the sheer. Master's eyes were locked on me as I removed it and taking my hand away from his I slipped into the room. 

I hurried towards the other two who were standing at the foot of the bed and joined them the three of us lined up for the Master when he entered. 

The door slowly creaked open and the Master stepped inside. His eyes quickly darted around the room taking in the modern décor mixed with the rustic feel that the entire Lodge had but his eyes immediately settled on the three of us. His mouth dropped open in an almost cartoon like fashion and I had to resist the urge to laugh at his expression. He looked gobsmacked. 

"Why don't the two of you help the Master undress." I said to Tracy and Helen who were standing on either side of me. 

"Yes Mistress." They chorused. 

Looking almost predatory in their desire the two quickly darted up to the Master. Tracy took ahold of his shirt while Helen grabbed at his pants. In two smooth movements the Masters' clothes were removed save for his grey boxers. 

The Master looked at the two in front of him and then back at me. 

"I thought I was the Master here." He said. 

"Do you want us to stop?" Asked Tracy as she pushed herself up to his side opposite of Helen. In response I saw the glint in his eyes that had been missing since that afternoon reappear and he turned to face Helen and leaning forward grabbed her and crushed her body onto his. 

Helen yelped in surprise but then began to purr as The Master reached around and deftly unsnapped the back of the lace bra which with her still pressed to him remained in place. Pushing Helen backwards towards me and the bed the Master had Helen down onto the silk sheets and her lace bra in his hand. Master tossed the bra away to join his clothes on the floor and for a moment let his eyes sweep over Helen.

"Stay" he ordered. 

Turning the Master stalked back to Tracy. "I want that." He said his hand held out towards her chest. 

Tracy flushed red but reaching around quickly undid the strap and slipping out of it handed the lace to Master. He examined it and then dropped it onto the floor, and reaching out he gently caressed Tracy's breast. She shuddered at his touch and her eyes rolled up in her head I could see her knees about to give out from beneath her as overwhelmed as she was. 

The Master slowly removed his hand. 

"Go and join Helen on the bed." He said. 

Still dazed Tracy took a few tottering steps before collapsing into the sheets. 

The Master was being methodical and thorough, just like he was in everything else that he did. Checking off little boxes in his head even as he slowly dominated the three of us. 

The Master turned to me. 

"Come here." He said holding out an arm to me. 

I paced over and slotted myself in next to him, his arm moved and settled around my waist. The Master smiled and looked down at the two. 

"Helen, what are you?" he asked. 

"I am yours Master!" she breathed. 

"You are mine. Cum." He said. 

Helen shuddered and her hands shot to her pussy as if trying to contain an explosion. 

He turned to Tracy who was watching as Helen bucked up and down on the bed. 

"What are you?" he repeated. 

"I am yours Master!" said Tracy. 

"You are mine. Cum." He ordered. 

Tracy went limp and then ramrod straight for a moment, her hands hot to her breasts and she whimpered. 

"I promise to treat you well, and I will fix you. Until that time though you are my slaves just like Kate, do you understand." He asked the two. 

"Yes Master!" They said. 

"Good." 

He turned to me and his hand moving up from my waist he undid the strap and shifting my shoulders I let the bra fall to the ground. 

"And what are you?" he asked whispering into my ear. 

"I am your slave." I said. 

"Join your sisters on the bed, and then cum." He said. 

I slowly pulled away from him and I could already feel the chip building up the pleasure and turning I languidly inserted myself between the two on the bed and lay down. My mind went blank as the Master's command took effect. 

---

 

I looked down at the three, all of them already half naked only the matching red lace panties covering them. Each coming down from the throws of what looked like a mind blowing orgasm and each staring up at me waiting to see what I would do next. 

"Make some room." I said. 

Kate and Tracy quickly moved to the side near the end of the bed exposing the head of it and I collapsed onto it quickly oriented myself so I was lying correctly on the bed. 

"Kate, Tracy. Up here." I said and patting each side of the bed next to me. The two quickly made their way up to my sides and smiling I looked down at Helen. 

"Get creative." I said. 

She smiled mischievously and slowly moved her head towards my lap. Meanwhile with each woman on my side pressing their boobs into me I moved my hands downwards and slowly began to rub the outside of their lace panties, which were doing nothing to hide how wet the two of them were. 

Helen quickly pulled off my boxers and for a moment everyone in the darkened room paused to look, slowly Helen moved and pressing her lips to my cock slowly began to kiss it moving from the top down and then back up before repeating the procedure on the other side. 

I groaned and leaned back into the pillows, the sensation was heavenly and combined with the women on my sides it was fantastic. Taking my hands off of their panties I listened to the mewls of disappointment from both women turn to gasps of pleasure as I plunged my hands back down inside of the flimsy lace and into them. 

In the same instance Helen's lips slipped over my cock and unable to control myself jerked up into her and she swallowed my entire length. This continued for several minutes, Helen going up and down on me as I bucked up slightly into her and listened to the two women moaning on either side of me. 

"Stop." I said to Helen looking down at her and opening my eyes. She pouted for a moment my cock still buried in the back of her throat but she slowly pulled herself off of me giving my cock a small parting kiss as she pulled away. 

Taking my arm away from Kate I rolled over so that I was on top of Tracy, the blond gasped and I pushed my fingers deeper into her. "No cumming until I say so." I growled at her. 

"Yes Master!" she said breathless. 

Reaching down I tore the lace from her body and for a moment stared at her pussy, it was wet and shining in the light and flushed a deep red with arousal. Above Tracy I paused and looked down at her the features of her already beautiful face mixed with the arousal. 

"Beg." I said. 

Tracy gasped and her hands shot up to my shoulders, for a moment I had thought she had disobeyed my orders but she was right on the edge of her release, her eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated on retaining control. 

"Please Master! Use your slave!" she cried. 

I slowly moved into her and Tracy continued to whimper, her pussy was just as tight as Kate and the sensations of her muscles massaging my member although familiar were different. Kate slowly pulsed around me, while Tracy was like a vibrator her pussy quickly alternating between squeezing me for all I was worth and then relaxing. 

I sank home into her and for a moment I savored the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I had more to use though, more than one slave to sate my pleasures with. Reaching out I grabbed Kate and pulled her down so that she was lying directly beside Tracy. 

"Helen, Kate the first one who can make the other cum will be next." I said. 

Helen nearly launched herself at Kate and within seconds the two of them were aggressively kissing, their hands roaming over the others body with more force then I would ever apply trying to make the other cum so I would use them next. The contrast of Kate's pale skin next to Helen's own black hue was intoxicating and as impossible as it seemed I grew harder inside of Tracy. 

Grunting I began to move in and out of her alternating between watching her face screw up in rapturous glee from my own actions and watching the two other Slaves work at one another in a fashion that make it look as if they were fighting one another. 

Kate was kneading at Helen's large boobs pinching and playing with her nipples while Helen with one hand on Kate's own boobs and her other on Kate's sex plunging her fingers in and out of her. All the while the two were staring into each other's eyes even as they kissed fighting for dominance. 

"Do you want to cum?" I asked Tracy leaning down to whisper into her ear. 

"Yes Master!" she said. 

"Cum." I ordered. 

Tracy shuddered and I buried myself inside of her, she let out a scream and clamped down on me. Grunting I emptied into her even as she continued to whimper small yelps escaping her mouth as I moved slowly in and out of her barely removing myself form her depths before sliding back in.

Tracy was apparently a screamer that was going to be fun to play with. 

Still holding myself up by my elbows and softening slightly inside of Tracy I turned my head to watch the other two. Helen was sat up, and she was grinding her own sex into Kate's leveraging her weight on my first slave keeping her flat on the bed as she worked. 

Kate was biting at her lower lip and her arms were no longer on Helen to try and bring about her release instead they were on the bed clutching at the sheets as she tried to hold off her own. 

Kate gasped and let out a whimper her face screwing up in bliss as she lost control and Helen teased the orgasm out of her. Helen smiled and slowed her movements as the two of us watched Kate, Tracy was still luxuriating in the pleasure of her own. 

Rolling off of Tracy and into the middle of the bed I pushed Helen off of my first slave and falling backwards away she barely managed to catch herself on her elbows before face planting into the bed. Taking advantage of her confusion and the fact that her ass was directly in front of me I spread her legs and lay down on her back keeping her in place. 

I leaned down over her and let my hands move across her to palm the boobs no dangling begging for someone to play with them. 

"I want you to have small orgasm with each thrust, and a final one when I cum." I said into her ear. I was experimenting with different things I could order them to do and I was curious to see how this would go, taking a slave in the most primal position while feeling her cum with each thrust. 

Tracing the tattoos on her skin I moved up until my hands were on her hips and slowly I pulled the all too willing slave onto my cock. She whimpered and put her face into the sheets as I moved.

With each complete thrust she whimpered and her pussy already slick with arousal grew even wetter until I was sliding in and out of her without any friction. Kate recovering from her orgasm snuck up behind me and pressed herself to my back and wrapped her arms around me to put them on Helen's pussy rubbing at the clit even as I continued to thrust in and out of her. 

Helen keened and her pussy tightened around me even as she continued to spasm. 

Tracy now recovering slowly moved up towards Helen. 

"I think she can find a something more useful to do with her mouth Master." Said Tracy as she looked down at her. 

"I think so too." I grunted as I plowed into Helen again.

Maneuvering around the bed Tracy quickly moved so she was directly in front of Helen and I paused for a moment to watch still deep inside of my slave. Barely able to take a breath of reprieve Helen let her head be dragged into Tracy's lap where she was quickly directed to her sex and began to work at it with her tongue darting in and all around it. 




The True Master Ch. 06



Tracy moaned and egged on by the sound I started to move in and out of Helen more quickly, who continued to work at Tracy even as she grunted and came at each of my thrusts into her. 

This continued for several minutes before Kate moved around and tilting her head on mine stole a quick kiss from me. Raising a hand from Helen I crushed her head to my own and Kate let out a moan of her own as I dominated her mouth. 

Too much stimuli to resist I buried myself into Helen one last time and came again in the depths of one of my slaves. Tired I collapsed onto Helen and still in the middle of her own orgasm she collapsed onto her own stomach, all of us were now a mass of tangle limbs and sweat on the bed and that none of us wished to move from.

After several minutes of trying to catch my breath I rolled to the side of the slaves and the three slowly disentangled themselves, letting their hands and lips touch each other in the more intimate places as they slowly moved. 

"You're going to kill me if we do this every night." I said to the three. 

Each one smiled up at me. 

"I don't think that's the case Master." Said Kate. 

"Why not?" I asked. 

"Because we are nowhere close to being done for the night." Said Helen. 

I blinked. "I'm going to die a happy man." I said. 

The three slowly moved up to me and closing my eyes I grabbed the nearest slave and pulled her towards me.

---

Looking down at the three of them tangled up in the sheets of the bed bathed in the moonlight I considered them. 

They were mine.

I shivered, not sure if it was because form the cold or the sudden realization. I wanted them and letting them go was going to be the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. To go back to being alone after all of this, back to a shitty apartment or home by myself. The millions I had now were temporary, creating new ID's so they could live normal lives after all of this was going to be expensive. Plus however much money it would take to rescue Beth. 

Suddenly the few million I had swiped felt like pocket change. There were men in the world with billions. 

But I had promised to let them go, and I was going to keep that promise come hell or high water. This time in the Lodge was going to be the best time of my life being able to indulge in the three of them at my leisure. The sex was great how could it not be they had been designed by the Company to perform at heightened levels, it was their selling point. 

I was going to miss the company more though, Kate most especially. I didn't get along with people in general very well and to be frank I enjoyed being alone. A classic case of introversion but nothing close to agoraphobia. The knowledge that I could command any one of them to leave me alone when I needed to be alone and command them to be with me when I wanted was attractive. 

I suppose at the heart of it Kate was right I was a Master. I couldn't live with the uncertainty of a relationship where nothing was clearly defined. Heck my need for control might be why I understood computers so well, every element defined and discrete. Now the women in my life were like programs, defined and exact quantities under the thumb of my control and I was going to let them go.

---

 

"You wanted to see me Jon?" asked Adams. 

"Reynard came and asked me to turn you into one of our new Dolls." He said turning away from his laptop to look at me. 

"And you're telling me this why?" asked Adams as she tapped her foot on the ground. 

He laughed. "Because Reynard's an idiot." 

"I'm not going to argue that point." Said Adams. 

"You run this branch not him." Said Jon. 

"Or he didn't offer you enough." Said Adams. 

Jon chuckled. "Or he didn't offer me enough, let me put it this way I'm a lot more afraid of what you would do to me if we failed then what Reynard could offer." Said Jon. 

Adams rolled out a chair and sat down next to the Doctor. 

"So what do you think I should do to him?" Asked Adams. 

"I'm not turning him into a Doll if that's what you're asking. I don't do guys." He said his face going sour. 

"I'm not one for leaving lose ends Jon. If I'm going to get rid of him he's going to be dead." Said Adams. 

Jon leaned back in his chair. "Then what's stopping you? To be honest I'm surprised you didn't kill him years ago." He said. 

"Belial and I both had the same idea, let the idiot think he was running everything and then run everything from the background. That way you have the perfect patsy in place." Said Adams. 

"But now he's becoming too much trouble to keep around?" Asked Jon. 

Adams nodded. "If he's getting bold enough to even think about eliminating me then he has to go." Said Adams.

Jon stood up and went over to his latest Doll and picking up something from his tray quickly injected it into her arm. 

"I can't vouch for any of the standard techs not taking him up on the offer, those idiots like fucking the product a little too much." He said. 

"And you don't?" asked Adams. 

"I'm the department lead, I get to experiment so I can be choosy where I have my fun. The novelty ran out pretty fast to be honest." He said. 

"So you're on my side?" 

"Define on your side." Said Jon. "Because if someone high up the food chain than Reynard tells me to do something there is no way in hell I'm going to say no." he said. 

"So chivalrous." Adams deadpanned. 

Jon shrugged. "I want a pay raise if I'm helping you get rid of him." 

Adams rolled her eyes. "Fine." 

"And at least two test subjects a month without the expectation they go back into the pool." Said Jon pressing his luck. 

"One, the raw product is expensive enough to get as it is." Said Adams. 

"Deal." Said Jon. 

Adams held out her hand and the two shook. 



The True Master Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Cache Clearing

February 16 2016: 

<The True Slave>

Walking down the stairs into the lab that the Master had set up I found him on the floor near next to the three dentist like chairs the he had set up on the opposite side of the large room from his computer, which now consisted of more than a dozen monitors and from what I could tell at least seven or eight different computers all of them showing different things. 

Hearing my approach the Master moved away from the chair and dusting himself off stood up. 

"Good morning Master." I said going over to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

He smiled and pulled me to him reaching around to grab my ass as I kissed him sending waves of pleasure through me. It took me moment to pull away from him and remember the question I had for him.

"When did you get up?" I asked, the Master never seemed to sleep and although I had managed to get him to sleep more when we first came to the Lodge the bags under his eyes were coming back. His face already had permanent lines etched into it from years of little sleep but I didn't want them getting worse.

"Some time before the sun was up, I don't remember when." He said. The Master leaned down and typed something into the laptop that was on the table next to the chair. The screen flashed and then it matched the other laptops next to the other two chairs. 

"Could you bring everyone else down here? I want to run some tests." He said. 

"Do you want breakfast Master?" I asked. 

"I'm good, come down when the three of you are ready. And put something on, jumping you in the middle of testing might be fun but it would screw up the results." He said and let his hand graze one of my exposed nipples. I hadn't put on anything and neither had Tracy or Helen we had hoped that would be able to entice the Master into a little morning fun with the pancake syrup but it didn't seem like that was going to work today. 

"Yes Master." I said. 

Seriously the Master could be so consumed in his work, we practically had to drag him away from his computer console for meals and other more interesting activities we helped him when we could but the Master usually preferred to work alone so it was odd that he wanted out help. The lodge was dreadfully boring and we hardly had anything to do during the day besides plan for the nightly activities. Since the first night he had taken the three of us to bed he had only skipped out on us once. 

The three of us had waited in the bed like he had ordered but the Master had forgotten and continued working through the night only when he came up in the morning to take a shower had he noticed three of us glaring at him from the bed dressed in our more provocative outfits. He had apologized and then spent the rest of the day sating his Slaves desires. Since then he had forced himself onto a somewhat more regular sleep schedule consisting of perhaps four or five hours of sleep for him. The Master was rarely in the bed when I or any of the others woke up. 

Trudging up the stairs disappointed that I would have to wait until tonight for the Master to use me I looked around the kitchen. Tracy and Helen were clothed only in aprons to protect themselves as they cooked breakfast. 

"Master will eat later, and he wants us down in the lab so he can test something when we are ready. We are to wear things that don't distract him as he works, he says it will throw off the tests if he decides to jump one of us In the middle of them." I said to the two other Slaves. 

"Tests? What is he doing?" asked Tracy. 

I shrugged and sat down at the table. "No idea. He didn't say." 

"Well this is a good thing right if he's running tests?" asked Helen. 

"The Master is going to be cautious, the last time he tried to modify something on the chips I ended up a Doll and he had to break in the Bastards club to get data to fix me. So I don't think that's what he meant. It's got something to do with those dentist chairs he got." I said. 

Helen nodded and leaning down I took a helping of eggs from the bowl and filling my plate quickly started go plow through them eager to help the Master. Whatever else the chips did they made it so that no matter how much any of us ate we never gained and ounce of weight, something the three of us abused when cooking. If Master wasn't so prone to skipping meals he probably would have gained ten pounds since we came to the Lodge. 

---

<The True Master>

I glanced up at the creaking of the old stairs and my Slaves quickly filed into the room. Their definition of modest clothing was somewhat lax Kate was dressed in shorts that were nowhere close to her knees and a t shirt that didn't even cover her navel it was plain enough that she wasn't wearing any underwear, Tracy was in a pale yellow sundress that was far too short to make her appear in any was innocent and Helen was in skin tight jeans and a thin almost translucent shirt, her intricate tattoos darkening the material in her familiar pattern.

"What kind of tests are you going to be doing Master?" asked Tracy. 

"I didn't tell Kate?" I asked. 

Kate shook her head. 

"Baseline tests, I'm going to monitor the feeds from the chips under various stimuli and see how it effects the output diagnostics. Hopefully I can draw some kind of conclusion form it." I paused and pulled up an EEG brainwave analysis as an example. 

"Something like this, but not quite. I have no idea how to read brainwave scans like this and the chips wouldn't give us much of a result in any case from the data I've read they interact with the brain through the brain stem and lower brain functions with only a few operations infiltrating higher functions." 

I pulled up a grid of squares 250 by 250 on the screen. 

"So instead I'm mapping the data from the chips onto this, with each square getting a hex value to represent intensity across a different activation vector similar to what's used to monitor an artificial neural network." I said. 

I turned back around to the slaves and was greeted by blank looks. 

"I'm a model. I have no idea what you're saying." Said Helen. 

"I've got an English degree." Said Tracy. 

Kate glanced over at them and shrugged. "I don't remember what I did but I have no idea what you're saying Master." She said. 

I sighed. "I'm mapping all the neurons that the chip can detect onto this grid, with the baseline tests I'm going to run I can hopefully map out what the different grid squares represent. For example-" I tapped a square in the upper right. 

"If this lights up whenever you call me Master I will know if I'm affecting it when I try to make changes to your programming latter or if when I show you the color red this square lights up that's the association. Point is that this is the baseline once I figure out what each square means I can have some understanding of how changing the chips programming might affect you." I said. 

"You're making a map of our brains." Said Kate. 

"Yes." 

"Couldn't you have just said that Master?" asked Tracy. 

"It's not really a map though it shows relations between separate cells and each one will record and show links between others." I said. 

The three of them eyed one another and then looked back at me. 

"Yes Master." They chorused humoring me. 

"I feel like I'm going to have to punish you all after this." I grumbled at them. 

They laughed and I directed each of them to sit in the chairs. I had duplicated the cable that had come with Kate which hadn't taken much work and installed them into the chairs, the length was enough that someone could move around comfortably in the chair without it being tugged out. When I was experimenting with reprogramming latter having them in a chair where if they passed out they wouldn't fall and break something was important. 

"Almost feels like the Matrix." Said Tracy as she sat and I plugged her in. 

"Yeah, except this isn't a giant needle." I said as I snapped the connector onto her neck. 

"Good I have a fear of needles." She said. 

Plugging in the other two I looked down at the three laptops they were connected too, their only function was to prevent anything form going into the connections besides the standard diagnostic commands. The entire interface I had built was air gapped from the internet as well the last thing need was the Company or some curious hacker getting in and messing with their heads I doubted it was possible but still I couldn't be too careful. 

The data from the girls was being fed back to my main work station and recorded. I was going to be running this as losslessly as possible at first until I determined what data I actually needed and what I could toss so I was expecting just a few minutes of data to be several gigabytes in size. 

"Ready?" I asked. 

"Yes!" they all said in unison. 

I started the diagnostic program and the data began to flow into my computer directly from their brains. 

"I want you to watch the screen, it's going to cycle through some stuff." I said pointing at the TV on the wall opposite them. 

It was a quick mashup of different videos from everything like puppies and kittens to wolves and tigers, Solid colors to works of art, and the most serene landscapes to war-torn battlefields. Their reactions were being recorded and mapped to the grid. 

This basic testing continued for a good hour or so as I built up the profiles for each of them each human brain operated differently so their baseline responses would for the moment only be applicable to them. With enough test subject something close to hundreds of thousands you could theoretically build an adaptive model to quickly point out the relationships between the recorded neuron and what it represented but with only three each was getting a specific model. 

I shut the video off and went over to the chairs. "You want to stretch? It's going to take another hour or so." I said. 

"Yes please Master." Said Tracy. 

I leaned down and paused the recording. 

"You can unplug yourselves now." I said. 

They reached around and quickly undid the connections. 

"Master, what would happen if we took those out while you were doing something?" Asked Kate.

"Right now nothing it's passively recording. When I reprogram something I have no idea. The best case scenario is nothing at worst something is corrupted in your chip and it kills you." I said as I went over and helped Helen disconnect herself. 

"So best not to take them out unless I tell you it's safe." I said. 

The three got up and stretched moving around the basement lab looking at everything I had set up. 

"What are you planning to do about Beth?" Asked Tracy suddenly turning to look at me. 

I swallowed, I knew this question had been coming and to be truthful it was slightly reassuring that her love for Beth was able to filter through what the chip was doing to her in its diagnostic state. 

"Right now nothing directly related to Beth." I said. 

Tracy opened her mouth to say something but I held my hand up. 

"I've been working on getting into the Companies computer systems. I know where some of their servers are based on the data I got from Kent so I'm working backwards from that. I've gotten into basic stuff like low security computer systems at offices in a few of their branches. I'm working on breaking into some of their more secure systems but I'm beating my head up against the encryption." I said. 

"How long will it take you to get around that?" asked Tracy. 

I laughed a little at that. "Never, you can't break modern encryption. At some point we're going to have to go for the social engineering aspect or hope someone slips up and lets the decryption keys out into the unsecure network. I know you want to help her, but I'm juggling this, finding out how to get the chips out of you, and keeping the Company away."

I leaned back in my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. Those were just a few of the things I was juggling and I was getting less sleep than ever. Even when I went to bed with the three of them which was most nights at this point I still only got three or four hours of sleep before I woke up again and went back to work. I could never get my mind to quiet down and all I was doing was using the three of them as a release in bed wearing myself out before I collapsed exhausted into a dreamless sleep. 

Tracy came over and stood next to me. "I didn't mean to upset you Master." She said. 

I shook my head. "I'm still looking for her and I'm going to tell you as soon as I do find her. But right now I don't have anything on what's happened to her" I said. 

Kate frowned and came over to stand next to me. "I think Master needs a break." She said.

"I'm fine Kate." 

"I agree with Mistress." Said Helen. 

"We should get out of this house and do something." Said Kate. 

"Like what? With the Company looking for us we can't do anything." I said. 

"We could still go out on a date." Said Kate. 

"I can't take all three of you out on a date, as liberal as Washington might be that's never going to fly without getting us too much attention." I said. 

"You and Kate go as a couple Master Helen and I pretend to be a couple." Said Tracy. The three of them seemed to be using some form of female only communication because the other two were already nodding agreeing with the proposal. 

"I guess that could work but I still think it's too risky." I said. 

"Well you're outvoted." Said Kate. 

I glanced up at her. "I could give an order and we won't go." I said. 

"Except you won't Master." Said Kate smiling. 

I rolled my eyes. "True. I do still have one request for all of you." I said turning to look specifically at Helen. 

"We're not trying to attract attention. Real conservative attire not this stuff that you have on right now to comply with my order and still try and drag me off to bed to have your way with me." I said. 

Helen pouted her lip going out but then nodded, she was the one in charge of most of the outfits and had probably already had some super sexy outfits planned for the three of them. I should not have given her and the others access to the bank accounts I had set up. 

"So now I get to plan a date, after we do the second half of the tests. Back into the chairs." I said. 

The three groaned but went back and plugged themselves in. 

---

<The Apprentice>

"What?" I asked. 

"Your ID let me see it." Said the woman holding out her hand to me.

Reaching into my back pocket I whipped out my fake ID and flashed it at her. She examined it for a moment before shrugging. 

"What do ya want?" she asked. 

"Beer, whatever's on tap." I said leaning back into the cool leather of the booth. 

She nodded and I smiled watching her ass as she walked away, she was asking me for an ID and I very much doubted she was old enough to be working here. Looking around the bar I considered the patrons, half a dozen weren't worth a second glance considering the state of their clothes and the fact they were in a dive like this. 

Identifying several different marks I leaned back into the booth and just watched. Lifting wallets from drunks was one of the easiest things to do and good for quick cash when I needed it. Considering some of the other stuff I did this was child play and my own personal ATM service. 

The Waitress brought my beer and set it down on my table leaning down slightly to do so, her boobs were just as good as her ass. 

Taking a sip I nursed the drink and continued to people watch. It would be another hour or so before anyone was drunk enough and the staff was too busy to notice me doing anything so for now I would wait. 

The door opened again and slowly I looked up to see who the new arrivals were. For a moment I was stunned, a redhead with pale skin and a black dress that clung to her body covering only her midsection a glorious amount of skin exposed showing off her breasts and long legs. A brunette in a pale blue dress showing off an equal amount of skin and a black woman in a dress that clung to her form long garters going up and hugging her legs, shawl like material covering her arms and shoulders lending her an Arabian like mystic without exposing too much skin. 

Behind them and looking somewhat annoyed was a pasty man who looked to be close to his thirties at least with a mess of blond hair combed and straightened dressed in what looked like his Sunday best. For a moment I thought the guy was simply following what looked like a bachelorette party about to turn into a porno but his hand was in the red head's. 

The entire bar fell silent for a moment as they entered every man in the establishment turning to look following the gaze of their own friends wondering what the hell was causing their reactions, and I quickly noticed that my own mouth had popped open. 

The man took the lead and the same waitress who I had been ogling earlier who by comparison now looked rather plane seated the group. I quietly watched them, the man had to be rich if he had these women with him. They had to be high class hookers no guy like that had three women like that looking at him like they wanted to eat him unless he had buckets of money. Why he was out in the middle of nowhere with them I had no idea but the woman looked like the type I saw hanging off of the rich men in San Diego. 

This was the perfect opportunity, the women would be getting him drunk to make a run for some of his money and I would do the same, although I was going directly for the wallet a rich guy like that had to be carrying enough to keep me going for at least a few months and that was in straight cash not to mention the credit cards the guy had to be loaded with. With luck he had enough to make a significant dent in what I owed and I would be able to go back to California. 

Taking another sip of my beer I leaned back to watch the bar again although my eyes were locked on the small group observing them. 

---

<The True Master> 

"No." I said. 

"Master!" whined Tracy. 

"We don't have any idea what alcohol would do to your brains. I don't want to take that chance." I said.

"Look I won't drink either." 

"Master you are going to drink." Said Kate as she picked up the menu. 

I turned to look at her where she was leaning on my shoulder the menu held out in front of her. 

"You need to relax, and I want to see what a drunk Master might order us to do." Said Kate giggling. 

"That sounds like a great idea Mistress." Said Tracy. Leaning out from the booth she quickly flagged down a waitress and ordered drinks. 

"I said no alcohol." 

Tracy rolled her eyes. "It would look odd if we didn't order anything. We'll just sip at the water Master." She said. 

"Fine." I leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms. 

The waitress came back and deposited our drinks at the table. I sipped at mine making sure to watch that the three were indeed sticking to water. 

After several minutes of silence and two drinks Kate leaned over and lay down in my lap. 

"You know this is my first date." Said Kate. 

"So far it's a good one Mistress." Said Tracy, I had taken them all out to a nice restaurant before the bar an Italian place with enough ecstatic review that it was full and booked for several months I had successfully bribed someone for the first time slipping the host a hundred to get us seats, perhaps a little much but it had worked. The three had plowed through the food like their was no tomorrow eating an amazing amount that would make someone think they were starving at home. The chips had to be modifying their metabolisms although I had yet to find any protocols specifically for it. 

"The first one that you remember at least. For all we know you were married." I said and blinked. I hadn't really considered that she could have been married before I had no idea what her true age was the Company had shaved quite a few years off of all of them with their procedures and Kate looked as if she were barely 20. I doubted she had been married. I hoped so at least I was doing enough evil keeping her and using her as it was adding infidelity on top of it would just be too cruel a trick for the universe to play. 




The True Master Ch. 07



"I hope not, I've certainly broken any vows I made at this point." Said Kate. 

"Yeah this is already different than most of the dates I've been on." Said Helen. "I can eat as much as I want without gaining a pound and the guy is actually trying to make sure I don't get drunk." She said somewhat mournfully looking at my drink. 

"The woes of a model." I said. 

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up and drink Master." She said dismissively waving her hand at me. 

I took another sip and leaned back looking over at Tracy. 

"How are you doing?" I asked. 

"I miss Beth." She said. "I have all of these new feelings for you Master, but they are like lust. I don't love you like her." She gestured down at Kate. "I like you a lot but I don't love you." She said. 

I nodded somberly. "I'm sorry, I mean I haven't forced you to do anything horrible have I?" asked. 

Tracy shook her head. "I don't mean it like that, it's just that I miss her." She said. 

"I think that's a good thing, it means you're still you despite this." I leaned over and tapped the jack on the back of her neck. 

She didn't say anything but smiled slightly and nodded. 

"Master what's going on down here?" asked Kate her voice drifting up from my lap. 

"I have three beautiful women trying to get me drunk so they can have their wicked way with me and one lying in my lap at the moment." I growled. "What do you think it is?" 

Kate's only response was to turn her head slightly and grind herself a little harder into my groin. I resisted the urge to groan and my thoughts already getting a little out of sync from the drinks were running through the different things I could order her to do to relive the tension of the current situation.

The rational part of my mind that would have stopped any inappropriate orders from coming out of my mouth was slowly being squashed by the alcohol though. 

"I thought we were going to be in here for a while, but keep doing that and we're going to have to leave early." I said. 

Kate continued a smug smile on her face. 

---

<The Apprentice>

I watched the guy and his companions from across the room, he had to be a complete idiot. The women weren't drinking at all while he was pounding down drink after drink. One woman had even had her head down in his lap for the past 15 minute's probably giving him a blowjob underneath the table. 

After an hour the group got up and started to make their way out the guy leaning on the red head who had her head in his lap and the blond his arms slung around their shoulders as he let them half carry his drunken ass out of the bar. 

Sliding smoothly out of my seat I dropped into step behind them and followed the group out into the dark parking lot. I couldn't get at the guys wallet to lift it at the moment not with the two women carrying him. For a moment I feared that my mark for the evening was going to be a waste. 

When they neared a nice sedan though the man stumbled forward slamming into the back of the car and then fell down onto the pavement flat. 

The three women with him all started laughing at that, none of the seemingly to concerned with his fall he hadn't hit his head after all so I wasn't to concerned either. 

"I think we got him a little too drunk." Said the red head. The other two nodded in agreement. 

I saw my opportunity and quickly went over. 

"You need some help getting him into the car?" I asked addressing the red head. 

She turned to look at me a glint of mirth still in her eyes. 

"If you want too, I'm afraid we got him to overindulge a little. My-"she hesitated seemingly lost for words for a moment. "My boyfriend has issue relaxing sometimes and it seems he can't handle alcohol very well." 

I nodded pretending that I was listening. "Ah well let's just get him in the car." I said. Reaching down I quickly patted the guy down and finding his car keys I pulled them out and in a smooth motion as I stood I pulled out his wallet and quickly tucked it away. 

"You want to unlock the car so I can load him in?" I asked. 

The red head took the keys and opened the car. I unceremoniously dragged the passed out idiot to the car and stuffed him inside. 

"There, need any other help?" I asked turning to smile at the women. 

A fist slammed into my head and I was sent sprawling my head ringing like it had been hit with a metal pipe. 

"Tracy!" shouted the red head startled. 

Tracy the blond Woman pounced on top of me. 

"This man just stole the M- your boyfriend's wallet." She said. 

Still dazed I looked up at the crazy blond woman the other two women immediately came up to me and flanked the blond. I was in trouble it seemed. 

"Here." I drew out the wallet and tossed it back to the blond. 

She ignored it.

"I think the Ma- boyfriend would like an apology." She said. 

"Fine I'll apologize." I said just to get her off me, she kept stumbling over her words so she was probably a little drunk still her grip was strong. 

She frowned. "The Master is unconscious. What should we do Mistress?" Asked Tracy addressing the red head. 

The woman blinked looking nervous. "I uh, I don't know." She said.

"He does need to apologize though, but we need to get Master home." She seemed to be having difficulty in deciding about what to do. 

"Master?" I asked. They ignored me. 

"We can't call the police right?" Said the black woman. 

"Right." Said the Mistress. She seemed to come to a decision though. 

"We take him with us so that he can apologize when Master wakes up." Said the Mistress. 

"Agreed." Said the two others in unison their response almost robotic in its similarity and tone.

"He cannot know where we are though, Master would not like that." Said Tracy. 

She raised her fist and slammed it down on my head. The world went black. 

---

<The True Slave>

"Did you just knock him out?" I asked. 

Tracy nodded. "It's something I learned in those self-defense classes Beth forced me to go too." She said as she stood shaking her hand. "Hurts like hell though." 

I considered the situation, the criminal who had assaulted the Master was unconscious and at our mercy for now but I still wasn't sure what to do. When Tracy had caught him something had kicked in, some part of the programming similar to what had made me step in front of Beth when she had been threatening the Master the first night. 

I knew taking the criminal with us was a bad idea but still the Master had to decide what to do with him it was not something for me to decide. The programming and what was left of my original mind were conflicting again and giving me a headache like those when I had first met the Master. 

I didn't have the Master to tell me what to do and despite knowing that it was a horrible course of action I saw only one recourse. 

"Put him in the car. When the Master wakes up he can decide what to do with him." I said. 

Tracy and Helen both nodded but I could see that they were not entirely comfortable with this as well. 

The criminal was quickly put into the back seat beside the Master with a liberal amount of zip ties around his wrists and ankles that Tracy had pulled out of the trunk where Master had put them along with a large box of tools. 

"We shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't have knocked him out. I should have just taken the wallet back." Said Tracy as I began to drive back to the Lodge. 

"I know, I shouldn't have told you to take him but without the Master, I could not order any other action." I said. 

Tracy nodded and glanced back at the criminal. "He's just a kid." She said. 

"The first night when Beth found us and she thought that Master was forcing me to do things, well forcing me in the more traditional ways she pointed a gun at him. Without thinking I put myself in front of him to stop her. The chips must have something in them to make us protect him." I said. 

Tracy considered this for a moment. 

"I don't know any kung-fu and I didn't do anything." Said Helen from the backseat where she was squeezed in next to the two unconscious males. 

"I knew it before I got the chip." Said Tracy. 

"Master ordered me to attack him once I didn't want to but the most I could do was throw myself at him to try and tackle him. They didn't program us to attack, I think it's just to protect to the best of our ability." I said. 

The two considered this. 

"It makes sense." Said Tracy. "I mean we just straight kidnapped someone and I'm not even that worried. The Master will sort it out I should be but I can't worry about it. It's an odd sensation." Said Tracy. 

I nodded in agreement. "It's a decision for the Master to make, I'm feeling the same way. I know I should be worried but." I trailed off. 

"These chips just keep things fun don't they?" Said Helen from the back seat. 

I nodded and continued to drive unconcerned. 

Making it the Lodge I quickly parked inside of the garage and then shut the car off. I turned around to look at the back seat, both men we still unconscious although the criminal was twitching the Master was quietly snoring. 

"Helen and I will take Master up to bed. Tracy I want you to take the thief down to the basement and make sure he can't get away." I said. 

"Yes Mistress." Said the two and I started to move to help the Master. Helen and I managed to get the Master up to his bed without much issue and putting him down on the bed his arms seemed to reach out and grab Helen. Unconsciously he pulled the woman to his chest as he collapsed onto the bed, the Master usually did this as he slept pulling in whomever was closest to him and crushing them to his body. We usually had to compete to be nearest to the Master when he did drift off to sleep when we were still awake, his arms would become a cage for the night and any attempts to extricate yourself would only result in the arms tensing up even further and the intoxicating embarrass to tighten. 

Enviously I watched as the Master drew Helen to him still fully clothed for once her body directly on top of his the arms interlocked over her back. 

"Remain Helen sleep with the Master." I ordered, the Masters comfort taking precedence over everything else. 

"Yes Mistress." Came her muffled reply as she was pressed into the Masters chest. 

I turned and quickly stripped out of my dress for a moment I considered going down to the basement with nothing on, as was then normal in the Lodge but then the Master probably wouldn't appreciate the thief seeing me I pulled on some sweat pants and a sweater from the closet. 

Trudging down to the basement I glanced around looking for Tracy. 

"Tracy?" I called. 

"In here Mistress!" said Tracy from the unfinished half of the basement. Following the sound of her voice I went past the Masters work station into what he was calling the workshop at the moment although it was really just storage space the bare concrete walls and insulation on the walls not very appealing. It did have something that Tracy was taking advantage of though. 

The support beam for the upper floor was in the center of the room offset slightly and being a solid piece of metal bolted to the concrete of the floor and the structure of the floor above it was fairly secure. Tracy had the criminal tied bound to it the zip ties still around his arms and legs with the addition of a liberal amount of duct tape around his chest looping around the support beam. Two empty rolls were sitting next to Tracy on the floor as she finished securing his arms and legs to the beam. 

"Did you use enough?" I asked her. 

"Don't know this is the first time I've tied someone up, I think it's enough though." She said as she dropped the third roll. 

I nodded in agreement even Houdini would have trouble getting out of all those zip ties and duct tape. 

"We need to watch him though." I said. 

"Yeah, can I go change? Keeping a man in the basement while in a dress makes it feel like I should be carrying a whip around telling him to lick my heels." Said Tracy. 

I smiled. "Go, I'll watch him for now. Tell Helen she gets the Master to herself tonight the two of us will be watching him." I said gesturing at the man. 

"Yes Mistress." Said Tracy. 

She stomped up the stairs and I was left with the would be thief, he was someone who had tried to hurt the Master and for a brief moment I entertained the thought of doing something slightly more dramatic than tying him up but quickly dismissed the idea sure that it was one the Master would reject. 

So I sat and waited, Tracy joined me several minutes later dressed like I was in sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Silently the two of us watched him and waited for the Master to tell us what to do. 

---

February 17 2016:

<The True Master>

Groaning I pulled the feminine form on top of me closer and relaxed into the sounds of the moans the action produced. My head was pounding and it felt as if the entire room were spinning. I didn't get blind drunk that often the last time had been in college and it had not been an experience that I wanted to replicate. 

Opening my eyes slightly wincing at the light that was spilling in through the windows I looked down to see who was in bed with me. Helen still dressed like she had been last night was quietly snoring on top of me. 

She blinked and opened her eyes. 

"Good morning Master!" she said much too cheerfully considering how much my head hurt. 

"I'm never going out with any of you again, my head is killing me." I said closing my eyes against the light of the room that was stabbing at my retina. 

"And we didn't even get to do anything fun, you passed out and we had to drag you home." Said Helen pouting. 

I nodded trying to piece together what had happened in my head. 

"Where are the other two?" I asked noticing the absence of the other female forms that were usually pressed up against me as I slept.

"Downstairs with the thief." Said Helen. 

It took me a moment to process that. "What?" 

"A man tried to rob you last night, Tracy stopped him but then we weren't sure what to do with him. Mistress didn't know either and the next thing we knew we were bringing him back with us trussed up like a turkey." Said Helen. 

Again it took my groggy brain a moment to process what she was saying. "What?!" I said trying to sit up. 

Helen flinched away from me. "We didn't know what to do Master!" she wailed. Helen rolled off of me and fell to the floor immediately going to her knees next to the bed. 

I took a breath. "Helen get up." I said. "Kate told you to kidnap this man?" I asked. 

"Yes Master, we didn't have you to tell what we should do with him after trying to rob you. We brought him with us so you could decide! He's down in the basement." said Helen as she slowly got up to her feet. 

I sighed. "You hit an impasse in your chips they were never designed for autonomy but this means they are influencing your thoughts in more ways than I thought if they can violate common sense like this." I said. 

Helen shifted nervously on her feet. 

"I'm not mad, it's just another thing I have to deal with though." I said. 

"I'm sorry Master. The last thing that we wanted to do was cause you any displeasure." Said Helen still timid it seemed. I didn't blame her really although it pained me to see her so afraid, I was a nice to all of them or so I liked to believe but still I had near absolute control over her. One word and she could be on the ground writhing in pain or 'making up' for her mistake. It didn't matter how trustworthy someone was all they had to do was snap once. 

Unsteadily getting up to my feet I closed my eyes as the entire room spun. 

"Whoa." I said as I put out a hand to steady myself against the bed.

Helen put out a hand to help me. "Aspirin?" she asked holding several pills up to me taking it I swallowed several of them ignoring the acrid taste. Regaining my footing despite the spinning of the room and went over to my closet. 

"You want to pick out what I'm wearing?" I asked Helen. 

She nodded and turning quickly selected the clothes. I had given up on selecting my own wardrobe, her fashion sense being much more acute than my own despite her preference of wearing barely anything. Handing me some dark jeans and a black shirt Helen stepped back as I put the clothes on. Zipping everything up I turned and after the first few steps the room stopped spinning, I didn't feel like I would be eating again in a million years but I was still able to move. There was no way in hell I was letting the three of them get me drunk like that again. 

Stomping down to the basement with Helen in tow behind I was greeted by the unusual sight of Kate and Tracy clad in frumpy sweat pants and sweaters with hoods up hiding the implants in the back of their necks and a man tied up to the support beam for the floor above with what had to be at least two rolls of duct tape and a whole box of zip ties. 

The man well kid really by the looks of him could only be in his early 20's at the oldest turned to look at me as I walked into the room. 

"You the guy in charge of these crazy women?" he spat. 

I nodded. 

"What the fuck am I doing here?" he asked. 

"You apparently tried to pick my pockets." I said. 

The boy didn't say anything and I sighed. "I admit the response was little extreme. I would have just taken the wallet back and told you to go rob someone else but it seems my friends were a little more aggressive." 

Kate glanced away from me. "I'm sorry Master, I knew it was wrong but you were unconscious and I wasn't sure what you wanted us to do with him. So the only thing I could think to do was bring him with us so that you could decide." She said. 

I nodded. "I think it's an impasse in the uh stuff. I'll have to look into it latter." I said unsure of how to actually say I needed to look at the coding of the chips in front of this thief. 

"Master?" Asked the thief. "I'm not tied up in some sex dungeon am I?" he asked looking slightly apprehensive. 

I shook my head. "No. Kate Tracy could you untie him." I asked. 

The two nodded and went over to the workbench to get tools to cut the tape off. 

"What do I need to do to keep you quite?" I asked the thief as Kate started to hack away at the tape. 

The thief blinked and then smiled. "That depends." 

"On?" I asked

"What those things in the back of their necks are." He asked. 

My heart skipped a beat and I swore.

"I saw them on her when she attacked me." Said the thief pointing his head at Tracy. "I'm guessing they all have them? I mean you're not exactly the type of guy to have three supermodels hanging around with him."

"What do I need to give you to keep you quite?" I asked repeating my earlier question and ignoring his. 

"You have three women all of who look like they walked off of the front of a magazine they have little things in the back of their necks and to top it off they call you Master. For a second when they caught me I thought they were going to beat me to death. You have them hypnotized or something?" he asked.

I remained silent. 

Kate and Tracy finished cutting the tape off of him and moved on to the zip ties. 

"How much money to keep this quite?" I asked again. 

The zip ties came off and the thief quickly got to his feet, he was a short kid by the looks of him and I noticed that everything looked very worn and used. His shirt had a few small holes in it and his jeans looked genuinely worn. Only his shoes looked new, but even they had signs of extensive use. 

"Can I fuck one of them? If you got them brainwashed?" Asked the thief. 

Before I could say anything the boy was on the floor again. 

"Fuck that hurt!" Said Tracy as she hopped away from him holding her fist. She had landed a solid punch on his jaw by the looks of it. 




The True Master Ch. 07



"People don't usually punch things without gloves on." I deadpanned. 

Tracy nodded and stepped away from the thief as he slowly collected himself. 

"Fucking hell, I was joking!" he said. 

"I'm only man I'm interested in is the Master." Said Tracy. 

I picked up on her phrasing. 

The thief nodded and getting to his feet again rubbed his jaw.

"Alright, I get it. I'll leave if you tell me where you got those things in the back of your necks." He said. 

I considered the thief. "Why do you want to know?" I asked. 

"Because I'm fucking curious?" he said. 

"And if we don't tell you go to the police and tell them what? I'm willing to bet that I wasn't your first pickpocket victim, they won't believe a word you say."

He glared at me but didn't say anything to contradict it. 

"How about this kid, I give you money and you do jobs for me." I said. 

The thief blinked looking surprised. "You're giving me a job?" He asked. 

I shrugged. "I'm giving you money to keep you quite right now, come back in two days and I'll pay you again giving you a bonus if you pass my tests." I said. 

"What?" he said incredulously. 

"I'm hoping you're a better thief then a pickpocket. You get the things done like I need and I'll keep paying you." I said. 

"How much?" asked the thief. 

"How much do I have to give you to make sure you don't say anything to anyone about being kidnapped and what you saw here, and to get you to come back in two days?" I asked. 

The thief considered it for a moment.

"Five thousand." He said. 

"Fine." 

The kid blinked. "What you're not negotiating?" 

"I said fine you want five thousand I can give you that, don't get yourself killed and come back in two days." I said. 

The kid nodded and waving for him to follow I walked back out into the main room in the basement. The kid and the women followed me out all of them looking somewhat nonplussed at the turn of events. 

"What's your name?" I asked as I went over to the small safe next to the computer.

"Jeremy." Said the thief. 

"Well then Jeremy do we have a deal?" I asked as I pulled the money out of the safe and held it out to him. 

Jeremy blinked and then looked down at the money I was holding out to him. 

"Yeah." His hand whipped out and took them money from me apparently afraid I would take my hand away. 

"Good. You come back here and try to rob me and I will make sure it's the last thing you do." I said glaring at him doing my best to look threatening. It seemed to work as he took a step backwards. 

"Alright, jeez!" he said.

I nodded. "Good, leave then." I said pointing upstairs.

Jeremy stared at me for a moment and then looking down at the money in his hand he bolted running up the stairs. I heard the door slam and glancing at the camera feeds I saw him sprinting down the drive the kid was fast. 

"What are you doing Master?" asked Kate. 

"Recruiting. We're going to need help to find Beth and break into the company. Jeremy might be a small fry in the criminal world but he has to know someone, who knows someone else and those types of people we can use to help us." I said. 

"The Company is full of criminals though Master and they have a lot more money." Said Tracy. 

I nodded. "Sure but they think they are invincible. The four of us can't take down an organization that employees thousands on both sides of the law." I said. 

"Besides I have the dead man switch set up, if we fail the data for the Company is dumped on the dark net. The hackers their will have a field day with the info." I said. 

"I'd prefer that we don't die." Said Kate frowning slightly. 

"So would I." I said. 

I clapped my hands and turned back to my computer. "Could the three of you get into the chairs and we'll do an analysis to see what happened when you kidnapped Jeremy. It will be the first point of comparison against the standard data profile we've been working on." I said. 

The three groaned. 

"Again?" said Helen. 

"After this we'll have some more fun, the whole point of getting me drunk last night was to see what I would have you doing right? Well it did give me some rather interesting ideas I want to try out after we get this analysis done." I said. 

The three slaves scrambled for their chairs and I chuckled as I booted the analysis programs up. 

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<The Apprentice>

Taking a breath I stopped at the side of the road and collapsed onto hands and knees the money still clutched in my hands. What the fuck had all of that been? 

The crazy women had knocked me out, the dude had a massive amount of computer stuff in his lab and the women had what looked like USB ports in the back of their necks and to top it off he had given me thousands of dollars and told me to come back.

The guy was insane. Catching my breath I stood back up and then looked back down at the money, it was more than enough to keep me going for a long time even make it out of the state and down to California with plenty to spare. I had been working my way towards California for five years now saving up the money and losing it a few times, collecting the tools I would need and then loosing those as well. 

Now all the money I would need was being offered up on a silver platter. It was too easy, and something was going on with those women. I shook my head and slowly began walking again. It wasn't my problem and the money was all that I needed. I would milk this guy until I got enough and then I could get to California. 

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February 18 2016:

<The True Master>

I leaned back into the bed and looked down at Kate, her skin was slick with a layer of sweat and flushed from exertion despite that she still looked enticing and beautiful. It had been around noon when I had woken up and then the testing had taken the rest of the afternoon. After dinner the Slaves had been hoping to get into the bedroom. We had gone at it foe hours after that. 

Looking at Kate and the other beauties inside my home I was starting to come understand what the soldiers who had guarded Cleopatra and the Romans who had revered Venus had felt. They were not love addled fools, they were fools certainly but they knew perfectly well what the women were doing to them and they simply did not care. 

Kate sighed and opened her eyes. 

"Are you ever going to sleep Master?" she asked her voice low so not to disturb the two women to my right who were quietly snoring. 

"No." I said smiling down at her. Brining my hand up I let it go through her hair and Kate sighed as I slowly stroked it. Kate relaxed into my lap the thin sheets the only thing separating her from my now thoroughly worn out manhood. 

"I'm kind of insulted." Said Kate. "Even after all of that we fall off asleep and you still have enough energy to stay awake."

"I'm tired, but I close my eyes and I just can't stop thinking." I said. 

Kate rolled until she was looking up at me from her position in my lap. 

"What do you think about?" she asked. 

I considered for a moment what I should tell her, but then I had literal full access to her brain it was fair to offer the same access in return. 

"Mistakes I've made, things that could have gone better, and what I want to do in the future." I said. 

Kate frowned. "What do you see in the future then?"

I turned away from her and looked over at the other two for a moment before I responded. 

"Even if we destroy the Company or ruin the technology they made to do this to you and the others which is a big if the technology will pop up again. It could come from an offshoot or some individual in the Company or someone else who develops it. The fact of the matter is that like Pandora's Box once any type of technology is out in the world it won't disappear its spread can be slowed or discouraged but that's all. I can't figure out if these chips are more dangerous than nuclear weapons at this point." I said with a sigh. 

"You think these chips are more dangerous than weapons that could destroy the world several times over?" asked Kate looking bemused at the idea. 

"This tech will only be easier to produce and use in the future, think about it implant a president and you control the United States. Implant the entire UN Security Council and you could rule the world without anyone being the wiser. The Company is using the chips to make slaves is probably the least harmful thing that the technology can do!" I said and then winced looking down at Kate. 

"I uh, I mean it's still horrible." I said. 

Kate nodded. "I get what you mean."

"And then there are other possibilities. Computer scientists have been looking for a way to directly connect a human brain to a computer for decades. The Company could use this technology to cure the blind, give people control and feeling in bionic limbs or even allow someone who can't talk to speak. That's just the start. But instead they sit on it to make a profit."

"Master its nearly two in the morning, is this what you think about every night?" asked Kate as she slowly sat up the sheets sliding away exposing her perfect form once more to me, unbidden my eyes slipped down to stare at her nipples which in the cool air had quickly hardened. 

"Most nights, yeah." I said absentmindedly.

"What about right this moment?" Asked Kate. 

"I'm not thinking about much at the moment." I said as I stared at Kate she was sliding around to be framed in the moonlight streaming in through the window. 

"I think that's because the blood has gone elsewhere." Said Kate as she stared pointedly down at me.

"I think so." 

"Then here is how we get you to sleep." Said Kate. Putting her hands on my shoulders she pushed me down until I was flat on my back, she quickly moved the sheets out of the way and then going down slowly slipped me inside of her. Both of us hissed and Kate settled on top of me my dick buried deep inside of her and her breasts pillowing on my chest, her head directly beneath mine laying on my chest

She didn't move, instead she flexed her internal muscles and I groaned brining my arms up I wrapped them around her and groaned. This wasn't sex, neither of us were really working towards out mutual release instead just luxuriating in the closeness of the contact. 

I closed my eyes and sighed, my mind was blissfully blank concentrating only on the feelings of the woman wrapped around me. I quickly dropped off into the blissful void of sleep the woman who would do anything I asked of her and for whom I would do anything acting as the only real thing in the world. 

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So not much sex in this chapter, like I've said before this is a slow moving story. We're still only in the beginning for the most part. Anyway give me comments on what you think I like to hear feedback and to be frank the more you can find wrong the better I can write in the future. That's not to say I don't like compliments though, say some nice stuff too. 



The True Master Ch. 08



 ~~ I would like to thank my editors, TheDarkWh1te, and Spirit02 both of whom helped to clean up my writing and make it all the more presentable. ~~

Chapter 8: Break

February 19 2016:

*The True Slave*

I looked up at the Master as he slept. Like the night before, I had ended up on top of him, with him buried inside of me as he slept. It seemed to calm him down enough that he actually got some sleep. His arms, which usually crushed whomever he held in his sleep to his chest, were relaxed and resting on my ass. 

Moving my head to the side I glanced over at Tracy and Helen. The two were tangled in one another even as they pressed up against the Master. Both of them were awake and I smiled. It was rare for all of us to wake up before the Master and it wasn't something I was going to let pass by without taking advantage of it. 

"Go to the closet, get the box," I whispered to the two. 

Helen, who was on top of Tracy and the only one not actually pressed up against the Master, slowly nodded and rolled to the side, being careful not to disturb anything. The Master groaned in his sleep, shifting slightly. I gasped as his dick, though soft, still moved inside me. 

Helen dropped off the bed, landing almost like a cat on the floor. Standing, she went to the closet extracting the box of toys that the Master employed when he wanted to. He rarely used them though; his commands alone were enough to send any one of us into an Earth-shattering orgasm. Helen silently opened the box in front of me and I pointed out what I wanted. She blinked in surprise, but quickly drew the items out. 

"Are you sure?" hissed Tracey from her position on the bed.

"Yes," I said. 

Tracy shrugged and took one of the cuffs from Helen. Slowly she put it around the Master's wrist and moved his hand up to the headboard where she quickly secured it. Helen handed me the second one and moving just as slowly I trapped the Master's second hand. 

The Master's hands were now bound above him and strapped to the frame of the bed, which had proven to be nearly indestructible despite the amount of abuse we had put it through. 

Helen moved around and slipped into bed on the opposite side of Tracy until the Master, still sleeping, was encircled by the three of us: me on top, Helen on the Master's left, and Tracy on his right. We patiently waited as the sun rose and the light slipped into the room. I slowly began to squeeze his cock and even in his sleep he slowly began to fill me, his cock hardening inside of me. As the light from the rising sun was began to creep onto the bed, the Master's eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," said the Master as he yawned. He then blinked looking confused, his head whipped around to look up at his hands where they were bound to the bed. Seeing Tracy next to him he slowly turned back to look at me, his face passive. 

"Kate?" he said. 

"Yes Master?" I said, acting as innocently as possible.

"Why are my hands tied up?"

"So your Slaves can have some fun with their Master, without his wonderful hands distracting them from pleasing him," I said. I slowly I raised myself up until I was sitting up, the Master still buried inside me. The Master groaned at the movement and his cock grew even harder in my pussy twitching in anticipation. 

Helen moved so that she was on top of the Master's chest, her breasts rubbing up against him. The Master strained against the restraints for a moment as she moved. Master normally liked to grab and crush us to him whenever he used us, acting much more aggressively than he normally did; not treating us like a lover or a possession, but instead like the slaves we were; women completely within his power to use.

"And what's to stop me from ordering you to take these off?" asked the Master. 

I grinned and raising myself up, dropped back down onto him. The Master's eyes widened and I heard the bed-frame creak. 

"You could Master, and we would obey, but I don't think you will. You're enjoying this far too much. Besides, I think your mouth will be occupied," I said, and at my prompting Tracy moved up to put her breasts up to the Master's mouth. He growled something that I didn't hear and then leaning up slightly to reach Tracy, he lightly bit at her erect nipple. Tracy gasped and collapsed onto this face, her breast pushed into his mouth. 

Like with his crushing embrace, the Master was not gentle with his lovers, however he was not uncaring for the pain he might cause Tracy. The Master was a dangerous and highly addictive mix of pleasures and pains. The chips might have been helping things along, but that hardly mattered. 

Moving slowly up and down on top of the Master, my hands were on his waist bracing myself as I moved along his shaft. Helen's hand had snuck over to Tracy's pussy, rubbing and playing with it even as the Master sucked at her boobs. 

The Master was bucking up into me now, his legs not restrained. It was the most participation he was able to have as he used me. His cock was going deeply into me every other stroke as we went in sync, me going down on him as he came up into me. I couldn't hold back my voice at those moments; he was reaching so deeply inside of me that with each point of contact it felt as if the world were spinning and I was in heaven. Then we would fall away from one another and I would have to work for it to happen again. 

After only a few minutes the Master groaned and moved his legs to the point where I had to throw my hands out to stop myself from falling off him. I felt the rush of warmth inside of me and I moaned as I was rewarded with my own orgasm. The Master went limp a moment later and he slipped out of me. 

Tracy and Helen slowly disentangled themselves from the Master. He was breathing hard, but had a smile on his face. 

"I have to say that was an interesting way to start the morning," Master said in between breaths. 

I grinned down at him. "We are not done yet Master." 

Before he could say anything else I rolled down the bed and took his cock into my mouth. He was still hard and I could taste both of us on his cock. The Master groaned and his head fell back down onto the bed. 

Tracy and Helen quickly joined me and I somewhat reluctantly let the Master out of my mouth. The three of us licked and sucked at his cock. His hips jerked up and down, but with the three of us on top of his legs, and his arms restrained, he could hardly move. His cock was twitching as we licked at it and every so often one of us would take him into our mouths for just a moment, teasing him. 

"Fucking hell you three are too damn perfect," growled the Master. 

Helen giggled, and taking advantage of her distraction, I slipped my mouth around the Master. I let my tongue sweep along the bottom of his cock as I moved to swallow him until my nose was pressed into his groin.

The Master groaned and tried to buck again. 

We continued for several more minutes on the Master's cock, licking off what pooled at the tip of his dick as it formed. 

The Master tensing for a moment was the only warning that we got before he came, and I was hit with the Master's cum. I quickly directed his cock as he came so that Helen and Tracy could feel it as well. I smiled as the Master's cock slowly deflated, and leaning down I gave him one more small suck, cleaning him off. 

"I would like these off now," said the Master, and he shook the restraints. Crawling up his body, dragging my breasts along his skin, I slowly undid the restraints. As much fun as it would be to wake the Master up like this every morning it was exhausting in a good way. The Master thrusting up into me and his seed on my face was an excellent way to start the day. 

Uncuffed, the Master reached out and grabbed me. Pressing himself to my skin the Master quickly rolled over, and placing me in the spot he had been, rolled off the bed. 

Standing, I moved to follow him, concerned for a moment at his abrupt movements. 

"None of you are to get off this bed," said the Master. 

We froze. 

The Master nodded and then sprinted towards the bathroom. I blinked, confused for a moment before I heard the toilet. I giggled at that. The Master apparently had quite an urgent need to use the bathroom. I glanced over at Tracy who was next to me

Stepping back out, a towel in his hands, the Master came to stand by the bed.

"So, do I need to ask whose idea this was?" he asked, looking pointedly at me.

I blushed slightly; I could feel my face reddening. 

"Didn't think so. Well now I get to think up an appropriate punishment," said the Master, his face displaying mock seriousness.

"Am I to be punished, Master?" I asked demurely, fluttering my eyes up at him and raising my voice slightly, innocence written on my face. 

The Master nodded. "Of course. You tied me up and convinced the others to follow your bad example," he said. 

"They did not take much convincing, Master," I said.    

He nodded and looked at Tracy. "I'm sure, which is why they are going to be punished as well," he said. 

The Master came over and picked up the restraint. He held it for a moment, a sinister smile forming on his face. I could feel myself beginning to grow wet at the sight of his smile, squirming as I imagined what he had in store for us. 

"Well, turnabout is fair play. You, Kate, will be tied up in the same restraints you put me in, and while I shower and get breakfast, none of you are allowed to leave this bed. By the time I bring breakfast up though, I want your faces clean," said the Master as he wrapped the leather restraint around my wrist. 

"How will we do that Master if we cannot leave the bed?" asked Helen, keeping up the role of mock naiveté. 

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," said the Master and turned away from the bed. 

Helen leaned forward, and pushing me back down on to the bed, snapped the other restraint onto my wrist. 

"Look what you did Mistress. You got us into trouble," she said, smiling. 

I giggled. "You complaining?" 

Helen and Tracy laughed as well, before we began to follow our orders and cleaned ourselves up with only our tongues. 

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*The True Master* 

They were becoming much more bold, Kate especially. It was either a good thing meaning that more of their personalities were starting to return, or a bad thing where the chip was learning in some capacity what I expected from my Slaves. 

I didn't have enough information and Kate herself had already proven to be a case that I couldn't build conjecture on due to her unique escape and subsequent memory loss. Not knowing enough was still the main issue, and the more I learned about the chips and programming the more questions I had. 

Shaking my head, I turned back to my cooking and took the eggs off the stove. Here I had a morning with three women that would satisfy most men's fantasies for the rest of their lives and not twenty minutes later I was once again thinking about everything I didn't know. Still, it was in an analytical manner more than anything, and not as stressful as the same thoughts would have been a few days ago. Having three completely willing women in my bed was working miracles on my stress levels; now if only I could return the favor and work a miracle on them. The new sleeping arrangements with Kate, her body on top of me and my arms around her, feeling every movement of her body and every pulse of her heart was also helping. I couldn't remember my dreams, but sleeping was no longer as stressful as it once had been. 

Putting the food, that could feed thrice as many people as there were in the Lodge, and orange juice on the tray, I slowly walked back up the stairs to the master bedroom (or the Master's bedroom as the women jokingly called it). Throughout my shower, I was serenaded by feminine moans and squeals from the bedroom. They paused as I came out of the bathroom in my towel, and I had to force myself not to look at them as I changed. 

Now, going back up, I could hear the sounds again. 

Pushing open the door I walked over and set the tray down on the bedside table. Their haggard but happy-looking faces looked back up at me. 

"Worked up an appetite?" I asked. 

"Yes! We are all craving sausage for breakfast Master!" said Tracy. 

I groaned. "That was a horrible joke," I said. 

Helen shrugged. "You set it up Master," she said. 

I rolled my eyes and, leaning down, kissed Kate's head, quickly undoing the restraints on her wrists. Kate groaned, sitting up slowly. 

"Yes, I would like something to eat Master," she said. 

"Trying to get back on my good side now that you have been punished?" I asked, teasing her. 

Kate smiled and nodded. Bringing the tray over and setting it in the middle of the bed I joined them. I hadn't bothered with plates and instead had just put everything on large platters. For several minutes we ate in companionable silence. Like always, they were tearing into the food with gusto, consuming much more than a normal human should be able to eat. 

Kate had tried to feed me the first time we had done something like this, but I had quickly dismissed the idea; I was her Master, not an invalid. 

"So the thief might be coming back today?" asked Kate. 

"Yes, Jeremy should be coming back," I said, nodding.

"What is it that you want him to do?" asked Tracy. 

"That depends on what he can do. If he's as bad at breaking and entering as he is pickpocketing drunks, then he's not much use besides getting in contact with those higher up the food chain." 

"And if he is good?" asked Helen. 

I took another bite of food and sighed. "If he is, then I'm going to pay him to break into the Company's subsidiaries and install backdoors." 

"To do what? Find where Beth is and how to turn off the chips?" asked Tracy. 

"I doubt the Company would put that kind of data on servers outside of the ones they directly control. No, the only places that will have poor enough security for someone at Jeremy's skill level, if he has any, will be shell companies. I want financial data and other information on the structure of the Company. Taking over the servers at the subsidiaries will also give me access to more subsidiaries and data and so on and so forth. I could even pool all of the server's computational power together for when I need to make an assault on the main Company servers," I said. 

"And once you have control of those?" asked Kate. 

"The Company resolves all Doll updates through their central servers so it has to keep track of all the Dolls. So we find Beth and implant another dead man switch," I said. 

Kate frowned. "To do what?"

"Do what I've done to each of you, give the people they put these chips into a fighting chance," I said. 

"Why not do that anyway? Why make it a last resort?" asked Helen. 

Tracy answered before I could. "What do you think the Company would do if all of the Dolls suddenly had their memories back and partial free will?" she asked. 

Helen frowned but nodded, coming to the same grim conclusion. "They would get rid of them," she said. 

I nodded. "Yeah, which is why I want to figure out how to completely disable the chips and do something to help all of the Dolls besides just setting them to diagnostic mode. But if the worst comes to the worst, I want that last resort in place because I think most people would prefer to go down swinging," I said. 

I leaned back into the headboard and sighed. There were too many things to juggle and forgetting a single one was liable to get us all killed, or worse. 

"So I need to get the tests for Jeremy ready. The three of you can handle the dishes and take actual showers. Since we are having guests today you should get dressed as well," I said. 

Kate groaned. 

"You are all allowed off the bed," I said as I stood up and stretched. None of them moved to get off of the bed, seemingly content to just lounge there for a moment and finish off the food. Leaving them, I turned, went down to the basement, sat down in front of my computer, and woke the main terminal. The miniature server farm was constantly processing. A macro I had set up was attempting to bridge the associations in the brain scans I had taken from the girls, and find any similarities in their patterns. It was painfully slow however, even with all of my spare computational power being thrown at it. 

I hadn't given Jeremy a time to show up, so I continued working on the scans for the rest of the morning. With visual comparisons I had pinned down what each group of values represented, but the finer details of the girls' minds were still a mystery. I snorted. Here I was, the first man in history to actually have the lab equipment to figure out what was going on in a woman's mind and I was complaining. 

I was interrupted by a ringing noise from upstairs. I sat in my chair for a moment, unsure what the sound was, before realizing it was the doorbell. No one had ever used it before, and its sound was like a foreign language to me. 

It had to be Jeremy. 

Getting up, I quickly made my way to the front door and after looking through the glass to confirm it was him, I opened it. Jeremy was standing on the front doorstep looking down at the ground. 

"So you want the rest of the money now or do you want that job I mentioned?" I asked. 

Jeremy glared up at me. "What's the job?" he asked. 

"Come on in, I need to make sure you won't get yourself caught and then rat me out," I said. 

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "I don't get caught," he said. 

I turned back around to him. Were teenagers really this immature and self-assured? To be fair, at his age I had been the same, but then again I had broken into my high school's computer network and I had access to everything but the grades. An outside company handled that and they were halfway competent. Still, it had been fun to randomly turn on computers and stuff, but nowadays the kids could go crazy with the stuff. I had graduated high school in the early 2000s, and a lot had changed since then. 

"Yes you do," I said, and gestured over at the stairs as Tracy and Kate stepped down, thankfully fully clothed for once, wearing the same sweatshirt and pants combo from the last time that Jeremy had visited. 

"She was lucky," growled Jeremy, but all the same he edged away from Tracy as she smiled down at him. 

"Come on," I said, and went back down to the basement, the three of them in tow. I had no idea where Helen was. 

"What tests do you need me to do?" grumbled Jeremy, acting very much like the grouchy teenager he was. Even though he concealed it, I could tell he was taken aback by the size of my computer setup.

"I want to make sure you can actually do more than pickpocket, because you suck at that." Reaching down to my desk I picked up a padlock, whose key had been lost to me for a while, and tossed it to him. 

"Open that," I said. 

Jeremy once again rolled his eyes, but reaching into his pocket quickly produced a pick and miniature torque wrench. Within ten seconds the lock was open and he tossed it back to me. 

"Anything else?" he asked. 

"If you got that one open then you know it was a cheap lock. I want to see if the expensive safe I bought was worth it," I said, motioning to it. 

Jeremy looked at the safe for a moment and then nodded. Reaching over to my desk he picked up a screwdriver and walked over to the safe. Kneeling down, Jeremy placed the tip of the screwdriver right on the center of the spinning dial. Hitting the opposite end with his hand, he cracked the plastic dial off. He tore it away, and reaching into the mechanism of the safe with his pick, quickly opened the door. 

Turning around, he placed the screwdriver back on my desk. 

"Well, that was a shitty safe," I said, looking at the broken thing. 

"If you want to stop people from doing that, buy an old-fashioned glass relocker safe," he said. 




The True Master Ch. 08



I nodded. 

"How about digital locks?" I asked, pointing at the server rack which had a digital number pad locking mechanism to protect it. 

Jeremy grimaced. "Yeah I can do old style stuff pretty easily. But I'm shit with technology," he said. 

I smiled. "Well then, this is the other test. I want to see how well you follow directions," I said. 

Picking up a small pouch from my desk, I handed it to him. Jeremy turned it upside down and looked at the contents. A small USB drive with an antenna, a cell phone with wireless headset, and a small circuit board with half a dozen alligator clips hanging off it. 

"What's all of this?" he asked. 

"I can hack the digital stuff from here. All you would need to do is hook up the clips and then I can crack the codes, whatever it is," I said. 

"What, CSI style?" he asked. 

I almost went on a diatribe about the inaccuracies, but I could see the smirk on his face so I ignored his goading.

"Crack the lock and hook up the clips to any exposed wires you find. Barring that, most of the more complicated locks have an interface for code updates, either through USB or wireless systems. If it's USB, plug that in. If its wireless, the phone and hacking chip there will find it and I can get in that way. You're shit with tech and I'm shit with analogue," I said. 

Jeremy shrugged, and going over to the lock on the front of the server, didn't even bother with his tools. Instead, finding the lip in the plastic, he tore it off. Quickly finding the few wires leading from it, he put the alligator clips on. 

Turning back to my computer and seeing that I was already getting the signal from the device, I set the macro to run. It started with all manufacturing defaults and hardware overwrites to directly open a lock, if someone was dumb enough to hook the pin input board directly to it. If the default codes failed, the macro would then attempt to use brute-force to find the code. 

The server door popped open a moment later. Jeremy unhooked the board and turned back to me. 

"That it?" he asked. 

I nodded. "It is." 

"I get my money then?" he asked. 

"Yep it's in the safe you cracked earlier, so I'm betting you already have it, right?" I asked as I walked over to look inside the thing. I had purposefully only left the other 5K I had promised him. The safe was untouched, the folders and computer drives still in place, but the money was gone. 

I turned back to him and Jeremy shrugged. 

"Figured I would try," he said, sheepishly reaching into his pocket and holding out the money. 

"So what am I doing to earn more of this?" he asked. 

I glared at him for a moment before I sighed and sat down at my computer. 

"I need you to break into a place and plug that USB into their servers, wait a minute and then leave," I said. 

"That's it?" asked Jeremy. 

"That's it," I said. 

"If you're some big hacker guy then why can't you do that from here?" he asked, gesturing at the dozen monitors I had running, all of them showing different information feeds. 

"Because it would take months to do what you can do in a night if you break in. I can't wait that long. There is also the possibility that they have someone competent working security and they find evidence leading back to me. What thief breaks into an office building at night and doesn't steal anything?" 

I brought up the public satellite images of the building. It was a blocky cookie cutter office center in the suburbs of Seattle. 

"This is the place," I said. 

Jeremy leaned in to look at the building. 

"And which office suite?" he asked. 

"Suite 203. It's just servers inside there with almost no staff," I said. 

"And how much am I getting to do this?" asked Jeremy. 

"Ten thousand total. 3,000 upfront and 7,000 when you finish it," I said. 

Jeremy stepped back and looked down at me. "And how do I know you aren't cheating me out of something here?" he asked.

I swiveled around to look at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Well, you're stealing stuff from them digitally. Credit card info can sell for a lot," he said. "Certainly more than 10,000."

I shrugged. "I'm not stealing that kind of information. This is just a stepping stone so I can get access to the company that owns the company that is a subsidiary to another company that contracted out this building to host load balancing servers and redundant data storage." 

Jeremy glared at me for another moment and then nodded. "If the place is easy to get into, fine," he said. 

"Fair enough." 

Jeremy pulled up another chair and sat down to look over at Kate and Tracy who had been silently watching our conversation. 

"So seriously, you paying them to be with you? If you can throw around this kind of money and you have a house like this," he said waving his hands around. 

"No, I am not paying them," I said. 

"What then, you did something to them? They call you Master. That's not normal and these women are sexy as hell," he said, leering at Kate. 

"Master, may I punch the thief again?" asked Tracy as she took a step forward towards Jeremy. To his credit he didn't flinch but I could see him tensing up. 

"No, not unless he says anything else inappropriate," I said. 

Tracy glared at him and came over to sit on top of the desk next to me.

"So are you going to tell me what those things on their necks are then? Those aren't normal either," said Jeremy. 

"If you don't want to end up dead or worse I would forget about those," I said. 

Jeremy spun around in his chair grinning. 

"Well now I'm only more interested," he said. 

I groaned. "Look Jeremy, how old are you?" I asked. 

Jeremy paused, throwing his feet to the ground to stop the chair from spinning. "Old enough to know when something fishy is going on, and to keep my mouth shut if I get paid. After this test job though we need to renegotiate my price if you want me to do more shit like this," he said. 

"You seem awfully confident I'll want to hire you again. You can open locks and get knocked on your ass by supermodels. Not exactly a glowing resume," I said. 

"Fine. When do you want me to do this?" asked Jeremy. 

"Within the week. You call me when you're doing it though so I can work the digital side otherwise it's worthless. Afterwards, toss that phone. I'll get a new one if I do hire you again," I said. 

Jeremy nodded and stood up. "Anything else?" 

"No. Leave," I said. 

Jeremy turned and after shooting a not very subtle wink at Kate he shot up the stairs and I heard the door close. 

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. This was getting stressful. 

"I know it was said before but can we trust him?" asked Tracy. 

"I have no idea. But I need to start doing something and for now this will have to do. I'm making such slow headway breaking into the Company servers that it will take years to find Beth. If I get a backdoor into some of their smaller systems to start with, the process will go a lot faster." I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. It was only noon and I had gotten one of the best nights' sleep in my life, and a fantastic wake up call, but I was still wiped out. 

"Master?" asked Kate, her voice now in front of me like Tracy. 

"Yes?" I asked, my eyes still closed. 

"We don't need to wear anything now, do we?" asked Kate. 

I opened my eyes to see she was already holding the hem of the sweatshirt she was in, which although hot in and of itself, the way she was biting her lip was much more so. 

"No," I said, my voice trailing off as she slowly began to pull the sweatshirt off, revealing her pale skin. It was crazy; I had examined every inch of her skin and yet, this was still as hot as the first time. 

"Good; It's hot down here," she said and quickly ripped off the sweats to reveal the lacy black lingerie she was wearing. 

I frowned and forced my eyes to her face. She was smiling innocently. 

"You are a tease," I said. 

Kate grinned. "Well, if you want to see some skin Master, all you have to do is say so." 

I stood up, and going around Kate, went to stand in front of Tracy. 

"Are you wearing lingerie underneath all of that?" I asked. 

"No Master," said Tracy. 

"Then strip and let me check," I said. 

I heard a pout from Kate but ignored her as Tracy slipped off the desk to press herself to me. She began to slowly strip, ever the tease. Leaning into me, she shimmied out of her sweatpants which dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she slowly pulled her top off, keeping her breasts pressed to me as she revealed that she was indeed not wearing anything else. 

I put my mouth to her neck and quickly gave her a small hickey. Tracy gasped and her hands went to my shoulders to hold herself up. 

"Well I must say that is some fine skin and I can see all of it."

"That's just mean, Master," said Kate from behind me. 

Pulling slightly away from Tracy I turned the two of us to look at her. 

"Well I can't let you have all the fun," I said. 

"You could have just ordered me to strip," huffed Kate. 

"Yeah, but that would have been too easy," I said. 

Kate rolled her eyes. "Well you could really order all of us around more you know," she said. 

"Are you starting to feel like I'm not your Master again?" I asked. 

Kate shook her head. "No, you are certainly my Master, but I don't know, you hardly ever give orders," she said. 

"I don't need to, the three of you are more than eager and take initiative on almost everything. Like this morning, I'm not going to complain about that. I don't have to order you to do anything because you're already doing it most of the time," I said. 

"Really?" 

"Really," I said, and nudged Tracy to the side. Kate stood up and joined our embrace. 

I squeezed the two and closed my eyes for a moment, relaxing. 

"By the way, what's Helen up to?" I asked. 

"She said she wanted to try something. I think she might need help though to be honest," said Kate. 

"Do I want to know why?" I asked. 

"Well she's pretty flexible but she's not a contortionist," said Kate. 

I blinked. "I'm not sure what that means," I said. 

"Well if it works I think you'll like it. But one of us should go help her." 

"Alright then, who wants to help with lunch?" I asked. 

---

After lunch and at the insistence that I leave the three of them alone so they could work on whatever Helen was doing, I went back down to the lab and sat down at my computer. Jeremy was gone and he hadn't contacted me again; I didn't expect him to for a few days, if ever. The servers were all tied up, still sorting out the brain scans trying to build associative models. 

There was almost nothing for me to do. 

Looking for anything to do I glanced over at the original tablet that had come with Kate. I had already copied every bit of data off it and I had my own interfaces to connect to the chips. I should honestly destroy it. If it was ever connected to a computer network again, even by accident, he Company would know my location in an instant. 

Pulling it over I looked at it. 

It was a common black computer tablet, nothing out of the ordinary, and yet all of its manufacturing data was missing. I hadn't really considered this before, thinking it was like any other tablet and didn't have the same unsubstantial feel of a knockoff. 

Curiosity finally got the best of me, I reached for my toolset and turned the tablet over beginning to disassemble it. Two screws and several bent pieces of plastic later it was open. The screen, battery, and main circuit board were now all in separate piles on my desk. 

For a moment I was disappointed that it was exactly what I had expected, and nothing particularly revolutionary. Frustrated, I slammed my fist down onto it with more force than I had expected and shattered the screen. I left my hand there for a moment before registering the pain; the glass had broken and was poking at my skin. 

With a sigh I stood up and looked at my hand. It was a small cut but deep from what I could tell, with no glass inside the wound. I quickly grabbed the towel that was hanging from one of the examination chairs and put it to my hand to staunch the bleeding.

I didn't know what to do. I was doing everything that I could at that moment but it was still a pitiful amount of effort compared to what I would have to do to take down the Company. I would need an army of people to help. 

I paused. An army. That might actually be possible. 

Sitting back down at my computer I stared at the screen. Back in 2011 when the protests had kicked off, the hacker community had galvanized and rallied to play politics .Since then things had kind of slacked off but still, it had proven that given a cause they could do something. 

I couldn't let data leak about the Dolls though. Mind control was not a technology that could ever become common knowledge or practice; the potential for abuse was far too high. Most political hackers were also little better than script kiddies save for a talented few. They could do indiscriminate damage without much creativity. 

Leaning back in my chair I considered it. I would need a strong motivator, it didn't matter if it was true or not, to get public opinion on my side. Then I would play by ear anything that came up, leaking information gradually onto the internet to encourage an attack on the Company. The attack would tie up resources, and, once I had enough access, allow me to use it as a distraction to perform a final infiltration of the Company networks. 

Still, this was months away at best, if Jeremy could help me access some of the lower priority servers. I needed something to pin on the Company though. Something that would enrage the world at large, and I could leak at any time to be the distraction. Pulling my keyboard towards me I began to research the Company, venturing into page after page of verified data and post after post of unverified data. 

After several hours I had confirmed that the Company's public face was like any other large conglomerate. Filled with corruption and more than a few "early retirements" to non-extradition countries. Nothing on their Dolls though; the main face of the Company was biomedical research and production. 

Shaking my head, I stood up and stretched, my joints popping and creaking. I would have to find something they were hiding that wasn't related to the Dolls and create a controversy. I had no idea what it could be, or if I could even do it, but still it was an idea and something to work on. 

Closing the research, I brought up the results of the brain scans as they were at the moment with the server correlating the data. Kate's pattern was the most simplistic it seemed, the computer had no issues mapping her thoughts and reactions to stimuli and it was almost done analyzing her. It made sense, considering that she had the least clutter in her head, unable to remember anything before being a Doll. Disturbingly, it also meant that her brain wasn't even accessing her memories or experiences on a subconscious level and the human brain was constantly rewiring itself, so the longer she was without her memories the less likely it was that they would come back. 

"Master!" a panicked shout came from above me. For a moment I was frozen, then bolting from my seat I jumped up the stairs two at a time, going up the second flight in even less time. 

I threw open the door to the bedroom, Tracy and Helen were leaning down next to Kate who was on the floor in the bathroom clutching at her arm. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

Kate took a breath and forcing a smile, looked up at me. "I slipped Master. I think I broke something." ,said Kate and she slowly held her hand out to me. A deep bruise was already developing underneath the golden paint on her skin. I glanced up to see that both Tracy and Helen had varying amounts of what looked like latex body paint on them, Helen's project it seemed. If not for Kate's injury the sight would have been comical. 

"I don't know anything about a broken wrist but I have to agree," I said, looking at her hand. 

Kate whimpered and nodded. "I'm sorry Master," she said. 

"Why? You're the one who's hurt," I said. Leaning down, I carefully picked Kate up bridal style, carrying her back out into the bedroom. 

Carefully setting her down on the bed, I turned back to the other two. 

"Someone get a bag of ice and some clothes for her," I said. "We need to take you to a clinic or something to get this checked," I said. 

"Can we do that Master?" asked Kate. 

She was right, clinics necessitated paperwork and identification at the least. Kate didn't have any of that, and in any case, filling that paperwork would leave a trail, something that the Company could track. Unless, that is, we went to a clinic that was local to the area and wasn't a branch that would file or transmit paperwork. I was probably being a little too paranoid but I didn't want to take chances. 

"We have to, if your wrist isn't set then it could do more damage," I said. 

"Master," said Helen as she stepped around me and handed Kate the bag of ice. Moving slowly, Kate put the bag down on her other wrist and hissed in pain. 

"Everyone get dressed, I need to find a clinic," I said.

"Everyone, Master?" asked Tracy. 

"Everyone, .We're all going. What would it look like if a guy shows up to a clinic trying to bribe for treatment and not wanting to file paperwork for a woman with a broken wrist." I said. 

Tracy's eyes widened and she nodded. "Right, so we're moral support thane?" she asked. 

I shrugged. "You two can just say she tripped, which would be the truth." I said.

Tracy nodded and then looked down at herself, half of her body still covered in paint. "I suppose a quick shower is needed as well." I said. 

She nodded and I turned back to Helen. "Nice surprise, we'll have to do this some other day though," I said. 

Helen nodded. "Of course Master." 

I turned back to Kate who Tracy was helping to slowly get dressed. 

"Are you good for now? I need to grab some money and find a place to go," I said. 

Kate nodded. 

With another quick glance back at her I nodded, and, moving just as quickly as before, I bolted down to the basement to do some quick research.

---

*The True Slave.* 

I was in the back of the car with Tracy and everything was quiet except for the Master's phone, squawking directions to the clinic, while we drove through the countryside. 

I winced as we went over another bump in the poorly maintained roads and my hand moved slightly. It was stupid; the floor had been wet and I had lost my balance. I had thrown my arms out to catch myself and landed one of them the wrong way, twisting it around. At first I had thought it was nothing, but as soon as I had tried to move it the pain had lanced up my arm. 

I had made the Master angry, how could I not have? 

"Kate?" he said, leaning back in his seat to glance back at me. 

"Yes Master?" 

"Can I try something?" Heh asked, his eyes still focused on the road in front of him. 

"Uh, yes." I couldn't refuse anything from him and didn't want to, even if it was my punishment for getting myself hurt. 

"I order you to not feel the pain in your wrist," he said. 

I gasped as the pain melted away to be replaced with a pleasant throb. I tentative l raised my hand up to look at it the. T bruise, which had already been fairly large when we had gotten in the car, was now around my entire wrist, the entire joint swollen. 

"Don't move it. I doubt an order will be enough to heal it. Did that work though?" he asked. 

"Yes," I said as my arm froze into place, following his orders. 

"Interesting, .So not only can the chips initiate responses they can suppress them as well," said the Master. 




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He continued to drive; the rest of the ride was silent as he mulled over whatever the implications of this latest discovery were. I didn't know what to say to him at this point and I felt ridiculous, this. T morning I had known with absolute certainty what the Master would like and what would make him happy. Now I had no idea. I rationally knew that he wasn't going to be mad, but the chip, or my submissive mindset, or whatever the hell it was that made me quiver at his commands and obey his very will, told me to be afraid because he would punish me.

I deserved to be punished for causing all of this trouble. 

The Master pulled off of the road and into the parking lot of a small strip mall. 

"This place has good reviews and they aren't a chain." Said the Master as he turned off the car and got out on his side of the car. Turning around, he opened the door on my side and helped me get to my feet. 

The Master led us into the small but well taken care of clinic and quickly approached the woman sitting at the front desk. 

"My girlfriend broke her wrist," said the Master before the woman could say anything. 

The woman looked up from her computer looking bored. "Insurance information?" she asked. 

The Master pulled out what looked like close to five hundred dollars and laid it down on the desk in front of the secretary. 

"This work?" he asked. 

The woman blinked and then nodded. "Sure, fill out this paperwork," she said and handed the Master a clipboard.

"How long until she will be looked at?" asked the Master. 

"A few minutes," said the woman. The Master frowned and muttered something under his breath, but stomped away from the counter in order to go sit down and fill out.

Unsure what had him in such a mood, I slowly went over and sat down next to him. 

"Master?" I whispered. 

He shook his head. "Sorry, I thought they would work faster," he said. 

I shrugged. "I'm fine," I said. 

He winced. "Yeah, I'm probably going to have to rescind that order now that we're here. The doctor might think something is fishy if you can't feel anything and it's already going to be difficult enough to hide the port on the back of your neck." He said. 

"You have to?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Yeah. You ready?" he asked. 

I sat down next to him and put my hand out to him. The Master took it without question. 

"I null the order from earlier," he said. 

I gasped as the pain came rushing back and the hand holding his involuntarily tightened, probably crushing his hand. The Master didn't say anything. 

He glanced down at the paperwork and sighed. "We can't fill any of this out, half of the stuff is social security information or previous medical information. At some point we're going to have to get someone to forge that stuff," he said. 

"You can't do that?" I asked. 

"Never done it before and I don't want to mess it up," he said. 

"Oh." 

He glanced back down at the clipboard and threw it down onto the empty seat next to him. 

"We'll just have to see how this plays out, .Hopefully we get some idealistic doctor following the Hippocratic Oath." He said. 

"With our luck, Master?" I asked. 

He chuckled but didn't say anything. 

Tracy and Helen were sitting a seat away from the Master and me, giving us space. I felt bad for a moment, I was hogging all of the Master's attention again. He tried to treat the three of us equally, but all three of us knew I was his favorite. Tracy was fine with it, still hoping she and Beth would be able to love each other again in the future, but I felt bad for Helen. The woman had no one to go back to even if the Master fixed her, no lovers and no family. Her modeling career was the only thing she had, and that was something she couldn't go back to. 

"Marcus?" a woman stepped out from the door at the other side of the room calling the Master's name. It sounded odd to hear it. 

"Let's go," said the Master and he stood up. 

The woman looked at the four of us as we approached. 

"Patients only," said the woman, holding her hand up to stop the Master. 

"What?" he said. 

"Patients only in the back," she said. 

The Master twitched and for a moment I thought he was going to force himself past the woman into the back of the clinic. 

"Why?" he asked. 

The woman shrugged, unconcerned it seemed. "Policy," she said. 

The Master ground his teeth together and turned to me. 

"Will you be OK?" he asked. 

I nodded. "Yes I'll be fine Mas...." I said, narrowly avoiding addressing him like I was supposed to. 

The woman nodded and motioned for me to follow her. With one last apprehensive glance back at the Master, I followed the woman into to the back of the clinic and into a small medical examination room. 

"Put your hand on the table and don't move," she said, pointing at the table in the room that had an arm over it holding up a large cylinder, the X-ray machine.

I put my arm underneath it and the woman backed, away tapping, at a keyboard. A moment later my arm appeared on the computer monitor in front of her. She studied the picture for a moment and nodded to herself. 

"I'll go and get the doctor .You wait here, alright?" she said. 

"Alright," I said and sat down in the chair she had indicated, being careful to keep my arm out flat. 

For several minutes I waited. I heard people walking up and down the hallway, but with the door closed I didn't see anyone.

The door opened and a petite Asian woman, in her thirties, by the looks of it, came into the room .She glanced at me and then at the computer screen showing the X-ray. 

"You have a small fracture in your radius and a strained ligament from what I can tell. If you keep a brace on I won't have to put you into a cast," she said. 

"Uh, alright," I said a little startled by her abruptness. 

She nodded, and reaching into a drawer pulled out a small brace. I held out my arm. She and s slipped the brace on and tightened it. I gasped in pain as it ratcheted down and fixed my hand in place. 

The woman nodded and then took a step back from me. 

"Now, that should stay on for at least 8 weeks. Is this your first injury like this?" She asked. 

"Yes," I said. 

She frowned. "Really?" 

"Yes." 

The woman walked over to the computer screen and pointed at the X-ray. "From what I can see this is at least the third or fourth fracture, and the weakness in the bone is what caused the bone to break along the same point," she said.

"The fact that your boyfriend is refusing to sign any documents and is attempting to bribe the staff to forget this matter is also something that I would say is a bad sign." The woman sighed and then rolled her eyes. "I have no time to be subtle .Is this man beating you?" she asked. 

I gasped, the idea of the Master actually hurting me was not something I could even think of.

"No!" I said. 

The doctor nodded. "Alright so he's not beating you. Why was your wrist broken?" She asked. 

"I slipped!" I said. 

"Did he push you?" she asked. 

"No!" I turned away from her and started to walk towards the door. 

"So he's not beating you, but did he in the past?" she asked. 

"No!" I opened the door and moved to leave. 

The doctor put a hand on my shoulder and I froze, her hand was inches away from the implant hidden beneath my hair. 

"If he is, we can help you." She said. Her hand moved along my back to try and pull me back into the room and her hand brushed the cool metal. I felt her flinch at the contact. 

Her hand moving blindingly fast brushing, she my hair aside and for a moment she stared at the back of my neck. 

"What the hell is that?" she breathed. 

I wrenched the door open and bolted down the hallway towards the only one who could help me, my Master. 

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***** 

February 19 2016: 

*The True Slave* 

I rushed down the hall of the clinic and burst through the doorway into the waiting room. The Master glanced up at the sound of the doors, and seeing the distress on my face, he quickly stood and walked towards me. I felt tears pricking at my eyes and trepidation over what I had to tell him. 

"The Doctor saw." 

The Master's eyes hardened and he opened his arms. Running forward, I let myself fall into him. I was safe here; nothing could hurt me in his arms, except any pain the Master wished me to endure. 

The doors opened behind me. 

"Can I help you?" asked the Master, addressing the woman. 

"My patient left before I could finish examining her," said the doctor. 

"She's finished and we would like to leave. I'm sure you understand, doctor," the Master trailed off, prompting her. 

"Dr. Song. If you leave now, I will be forced to file a police report," said Dr. Song. 

The Master shifted, and opening one of my eyes I saw him glancing nervously around the room. 

"Dr. Song, if we could take this to your office," he said. 

She growled something, but with Marcus's arms wrapped tightly around me I couldn't turn around to look at her. 

The Master, still holding me, followed the doctor back into the clinic to fix what I had messed up. 

February 20 2016: 

*The True Master* 

"So you are going to cover this under doctor-patient confidentiality?" I asked, somewhat bemused that the small Korean woman was able to rationalize what she had found on Kate with such a simple concept. 

Dr. Song nodded. "It is her business even if, like you claim, she is unable to remember anything. Implanting those things would be illegal, but as far as I know there is nothing illegal about having experimental implants" she said. 

I nodded in agreement, although I had a feeling that wasn't exactly the spirit of the law. Still, I wasn't going to complain. 

Kate nodded. "Nothing since before I met the Master," she said. 

Dr. Song frowned like she always did at the address, but didn't say anything. When Kate had come running down the hallway on the verge of tears with the even shorter doctor in tow, I hadn't known what to do. 

Dr. Song pointed at Kate's neck and then glared at me. For a moment I had considered taking Kate, who had a small brace on her wrist, and just running out of the small clinic, but the combination of her injury, the lack of information we had provided, and the doctor seeing the implant would at least warrant a police report and then The Company would have been crawling all over the small north-west town. 

I had allowed the irate doctor to drag the four of us into the back office, wherein I explained everything. She had sat through the explanation somewhat impassively. When I had finished explaining, she turned to my three Slaves and asked if what I had said was true. The three had quickly affirmed it, and in a huff she reached out and quickly slapped me across the face. 

"You are good man but you still deserve that, if what you said is true," she had said. 

Rubbing my cheek, I had nodded in affirmation but said nothing else. 

She had mulled everything over and told us to come back in the morning so she could go over Kate again without the rest of the medical staff in the clinic. They opened late on the weekends. 

"So this Company, you are going to try to find the woman they kidnapped, Bethany?" asked Dr. Song. 

"Yes, but it's going to take a long time; their servers are well-protected and their assets hidden. Even with the information I have already stolen I can't get much on them," I said. 

Dr. Song frowned. She hadn't said anything yesterday about the money I had stolen. Shaking her head slightly, she didn't say anything else. 

"Will an x-ray disturb the implants?" she asked, turning to the machine. 

I thought about it for a moment, "They shouldn't. I wouldn't want to do it without reason though," I said. 

"I want to see the implants and how far they go," she said. 

"That would be helpful, but then I'm not a surgeon, and don't take this the wrong way, but you're working in a clinic inside a strip mall. I doubt that qualifies you for neurosurgery," I said. 

Dr. Song smiled. "No, I'm not qualified right now. I was a few years ago," she said. 

I looked over at the woman. She didn't look to be anything over thirty. 

"Why not now?" I asked. 

"Malpractice suit; I performed an experimental tumor removal procedure on a fourteen-year-old girl. Taking it out the traditional way would have left her with significant brain damage, to the point of putting her into a vegetative state. I removed the tumor and she lived for another year before the cancer returned with a vengeance and my surgical malpractice was discovered. The family sued and my medical staff turned on me saying that if I had performed it in the traditional manner she would have lived, which is true. She would have lived a life in a bed with no mind to speak of. I gave her an extra year," said Dr. Song. 

"Now I fix bones and abrasions. Hardly challenging." 

"When was this?" I asked. 

"2008," she said. 

"How old are you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. 

She grinned, looking sideways at me. "That's rude. I am old enough," she said. 

I rolled my eyes but didn't push the issue. 

"I won't get anything detailed with the equipment here, but it will give me a general idea." 

"Why?" I asked. 

"Why what?" she asked. 

"Why are you helping? And don't say that it's your moral code as a doctor, what's that thing called?" I asked. 

"Hippocratic Oath," she said. "Why is that not reason enough?" she asked. 

I raised an eye at her. "No one is that altruistic. If you are, then you're also naïve as hell," I said. 

Dr. Song chuckled. "Alright fine, I'm curious. Like I said, I've not had a challenge in years and you are already operating outside of the law. You can't sue me and take away what little this stupid job pays," she said. 

I turned to look at Kate who was sitting up on the medical examination bed with Helen and Tracy. "Well, what do you think? It's your head," I said. 

"I'll do what you think is best, Master," said Kate. 

I sighed. "Kate, I want your honest answer, not the one you think I want," I said. 

Kate quailed slightly and shook her head. "That's a confusing order Master. What I want is what you want!" she said and lowered her head into her hands. 

"I'll do it," said Tracy. 

"Kate, I rescind that previous order," I said as she continued to clutch at her own head. It was a little disturbing to see her like that. Perhaps more disturbing were the implications, if even under direct orders she couldn't take initiative. Well, she took initiative without orders, but only to perform actions she knew I would appreciate or approve of. I really needed to dig through the coding more. 

Tracy hopped off of the bed as Dr. Song looked at Kate. 

"Is she alright?" she asked. 

"She will be, but it's another programming conflict to try and sort out," I said. 

Dr. Song pursed her lips but turned to Tracy. "Could you lie down on the table? This machine wasn't actually built to take head x-rays, so it might be a bit awkward," she said. 

Tracy nodded and leaned over the table, putting her head underneath the detector. Dr. Song nodded and hit the keyboard. After a moment the picture flashed up onto the screen. Taking a step forward I looked at the screen, and in the process of tilting the LCD to get a better look, I slipped small USB drive into the back of it. 

I could now access the clinic computers from home, and if needed, delete everything. Safety measures in place, I looked at the image. I was no doctor, but it was easy to see where things were off; the implant started at the base of her skull and small wires trailed from it into the middle of her skull. 

Dr. Song looked at it for several minutes. 

"This cannot be removed," she said. 

"No chance?" I asked. 

"Not without risking serious brain damage. Whoever did this was able to stimulate neuron regrowth to attach the chips to the brain. Taking them out would cause severe internal hemorrhaging and destroy entire sections of the lower brain. Autonomic functions would be severely compromised. Even if the patient did not die after surgery, they would need to be hooked to life support to live," she said. 

"Neuron regeneration? I thought that was impossible," I said, remembering my basic College biology course. 

Dr. Song shook her head. "It is illegal, though not impossible with modern technology. It requires stem cells and for some reason our illustrious government has banned those from use. No public research is available due to the ban, however I don't doubt that companies are working on it. Once the laws are repealed, it will be a competitive area of medicine." 

She leaned back and turned to me. "I could try cutting away at the connections that lead to the brain if you tell me which ones to cut. The implant would remain but it would hopefully be rendered inert," she said. 

I shuddered slightly at the idea. "We're not there yet, and we might never be. If I can figure out how to turn the chips off safely, then leaving them in won't cause any more harm will it?" I asked. 

Dr. Song pursed her lips but nodded. "It wouldn't be ideal, but it would be safer than trying to extract them," she said. 

"Alright then, question time," I said. 

Dr. Song raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. 

"Are you going to expose us?" I asked. 

"If I was?" she asked. 

I grimaced. "I would do something to prevent you from saying anything." 

"Like?" asked Dr. Song, pressing the issue. 

I glared at the small woman. "Do you want me to threaten you? I'd feel sick afterwards, but the three are mine to protect. I'll do anything to make sure I keep my promise to Kate and free her from the chip. I haven't yet had to kill anyone to keep that promise, and I hope I won't have to." I sighed and glanced over at Kate who was staring at me, an odd expression on her face. "But I will if needed. I'm already going to hell, so why not add another sin or two?" I asked. 

Dr. Song rolled her eyes and stepped over to Kate. "Is he always this melodramatic?" she asked. 

Kate giggled. "The Master is intense, but we kind of like it," she said. 

Dr. Song harrumphed and then turned back to me. 

"You said you were developing a way to map the associations of the chips to neurons in the brain?" 

"Yes," I said. 

"I want to see what you have collected," she said. 

I thought about it for a moment. It didn't really matter if she came back to the Lodge. Even a mention of us in the area would have The Company scouring the place and we would be found in any case. It was probably better to gain her trust and expertise. Showing her the data I already had would be a good peace offering. 

"Alright." 

She looked surprised for a moment, but her face quickly went back to being neutral. "Good. I will follow you in my car," she said and walked out of the room. 

I blinked. 

"She's direct," I said. 

Kate rolled her eyes. "She likes you, Master," she said. 

I glanced over at her. "She likes me? I doubt that," I said. 

"Why?" asked Kate. 

"Because I'm me, and despite what the chip has put in your brain, I'm not some Adonis, and I'm definitely not suave enough to pick up a woman just by talking to her," I replied. 

"This might be the chip reacting though, you seeing what you interpret as competition for my affections. You three beat up the last person who got between us, and now you're fending off what you see as competition," I said. 

"Nope," said Tracy. 

I turned to her. "No? How can you tell she likes me then?" I asked. 

Tracy grinned. "Female intuition," she said. 

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "The mysterious ways of women," I said. 

The three of them smiled back at me and I just shook my head. Women, even when they had mind control chips implanted in their heads, were confusing as hell. 

-- 

"This is it?" asked Dr. Song, looking at the data grid I had constructed to show the variations in brain patterns. 

"Yes," I said. 

"Why is the data not in a standard EEG format?" she asked. 

"Because I don't know how to read that," I growled. "I converted the raw input into what I know, the mapping algorithms used to monitor artificial neural networks," I said. 

She frowned. "This is not a precision science. From what I understand, computer scientists deal with discrete units, correct?" 

"Yes." 

"The human brain does not operate in such a manner; it is analogue, and in order to be correct, any analysis done on it must be in analogue as well," she said. 

I rolled my eyes. "Everything's analogue if you go down far enough. I don't want to study their brains, I want to study the implant and how it interacts with their brains!" I said. 

"I want to see this data in an EEG format. Could you present it as such, please," she said, leaning back from the computer screen. 

I wanted to turn around and yell at her that it wasn't so easy, but I held my tongue and brought up the raw data. Thankfully I had kept it in the raw formats, though I now had to write another interpretation program to sort out all of the data and display it at the correct frequencies. 

"This is going to take a little while to do," I said without turning around to look at the Doctor. 

"Fine. When you are done I will examine the data." Standing up, she stomped out of the lab and upstairs to the kitchen where the three had retreated. Dr. Song and I were not getting along. 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

The doctor opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. Tracy and I turned around to look at her as Helen remained focused on the pan in front of her. She wasn't the greatest cook, but she was learning, and still needed supervision to ensure she did not confuse garlic salt and sea salt. 

"Can I get you anything Doctor?" I asked, stepping forward to the woman. 

She shook her head, and moving around, sat down on one of the tall bar chairs at the island. 

"I want to ask you some questions," said Dr. Song. "That is allowed, correct?" 

"The Master has never given us commands to say, or not say, anything," I said coolly. 

She nodded. "Although he might have made it so that you say that," she said. 

I cocked my head to the side. "You're taking this all in stride, Doctor," I said. 

Dr. Song smiled. "Like I said earlier, this is an actual challenge, and I cannot fathom a reason someone would implant something in their brain, or buy what looks like nearly a hundred thousand dollars of computer equipment to fool me into something. Occam's razor and all that," she said, waving her hand side to side. 

I frowned but nodded. 

"So may I ask my questions?" 

I glanced at Tracy and she imperceptibly nodded. "Yes, although we might not answer you," I said. 

The doctor's lips twitched. "Marcus has sex with you?" 

"Yes." 

"And you don't feel like he's taking advantage of you because of the chips?" she asked. 

I thought about it for a moment and shook my head. "No, when I first found him it took a while to convince him to have sex with me, I was the one who instigated it. He was my Master and I needed him to take that level of control. If he had not, I would have left to find a Master who would use me. The urges were strong back then," I said. 

"Your libido was high?" 

"Beyond what I imagine is anything close to natural," I said. 

"So this company manufactured slaves that had to have sex?" she asked. 

"No." It was Tracy who now spoke up. 

"Kate's a special case. She fought off the chip somehow, even though it did continue to affect her. It resulted in a loss of her memories before she was a doll," said Tracy. 

Dr. Song frowned. "Retrograde amnesia is a rather severe medical condition, despite someone digging around in your brain I find it hard to believe you have not remembered anything. Though if the memories do not come back soon, I fear they never will," she said. 

"Why?" I asked. 

Dr. Song sighed. "The brain doesn't like to waste anything. If you're not using a part of your brain, even if it is damaged, the brain will reroute and fix as much as possible, erasing any structures that were there. This is why even under normal conditions people slowly forget things. The human brain does not have infinite capacity, so it keeps what is needed and dumps the rest." 

"Oh," I said. I might never get my memories back? I didn't really miss them, how could I? But then, the Master wanted me to get them back. 

"It's a pity I don't have the equipment for blood or tissue analysis; I really would like to see how your bodies are being affected by these chips. Besides heightened libido, is there anything else out of the ordinary?" asked Dr. Song. 

Helen nodded. "We can eat as much as we want and not gain an ounce." 

Dr. Song chuckled. "That's certainly nice. Anything else?" 

"No period," said Tracy. 

"Now that is interesting. Can you be certain that The Company didn't remove your reproductive organs altogether? Surgery?" she asked. 

"No. Breasts are always perky though, and a little bigger. No sagging whatsoever," said Tracy. 

Dr. Song considered this for a moment. "This could be done with very precise hormonal manipulation. I have to wonder though, with everything that has been done to you, are you able to heal any faster? A perfect human specimen would be able to recover from injury at an unprecedented rate, and with an artificial chip controlling actions, it might be the case that you are perfect specimens," said the Doctor. 

She glanced back at me and I shuddered under the intensity of her gaze. "We'll get a chance to see that with your injury. Bones grow at a fairly consistent rate, so we should be able to see any deviance from standard healing times." 

I nodded and then, trying to divert her gaze, tactlessly switched topics. 

"You need equipment. Does the clinic not have it?" I asked. 

Dr. Song shook her head. 

"No. It's not a hospital. The most we do is patch stuff up, not diagnose. If you need that, you get sent to the hospital," she said. 

"The Master might be able to provide money to buy equipment," I said. 

Dr. Song blinked, for the first time looking surprised. 

"He would do that?" she asked slowly, a very disturbing smile spreading across her features. 

"The Master wants to remove the chips, and the money is from the people funding The Company, for the most part," I said. 

Her smiled widened. "You know I might just fall in love with him myself. I've always wanted a lab of my own," she said. 

The Doctor was suddenly very happy, and turning around, she walked back down the stairs to the basement. 

Tracy glanced over at me. "Why do I get the feeling that was a bad idea?" she asked. 

I shrugged. "I got the same vibe, you think she's a mad scientist?" I asked. 

Helen shook her head. "No." She considered it for a moment and then grimaced. "Maybe." 

-- 

*The Apprentice* 

After rolling down the small berm, I casually got up and dusted myself off. I winced at the scratch in my new leather jacket; I needed to be more careful. Still, I was a long way from the office building and I doubted that the security cameras would be able to pick me up here. 

Reaching into my jacket I pulled out the small scope and held it to my eye. The building was fairly standard by all definitions, just a regular looking rectangular cookie cutter of a building with no originality in its design anywhere, except for the increased security. At the front where it met the road there was an actual guard station with some fat sap sitting in it, blearily watching his phone. 




The True Master Ch. 09



In the modern age buildings like this held more valuables than banks; corporate data was worth millions. The only issues being that you had to know what to steal and who to sell it to. With the information that Marcus had given me I knew exactly what I was going after and I had a set paycheck, bigger than anything I had gotten in years. Another few jobs like this and I could go back to California, something I hadn't thought I would be able to do until the turn of the decade. 

Still, this wasn't going to be like walking into a store and palming something, then walking out. Breaking in here was going to take some serious skill and coordination, and I didn't really have much experience doing something like this. 

I was going to do the job though. I would never admit it to the geeks like Marcus but the digital age was a marvel; you could steal something and leave a copy of it behind so it didn't even look like you took anything, but that kind of took the thrill out of it. 

Settling against a nearby tree I yawned and held the scope to my eye again. It was boring work but I needed to make sure no one was working in the building, and find out when it was emptiest. Taking the time to prepare was what separated a thief from a thug. 

-- 

*The True Master* 

Dr. Song looked up from the results and rubbed at her eyes. "Do you have coffee? Or caffeine pills?" she asked. 

Standing up, I went to the small fridge in the corner of the lab and opening it, pulled out two energy drinks. She grimaced at the sight of them but nodded, accepting one. She cracked the can and chugged down half, then set it on the desk. I drank a more reserved amount. 

"This is confusing as hell, to be completely honest. I have no idea how any of them are even walking around!" she said. 

"What does that mean?" I asked. 

"These EEG results look like someone has taken two separate patterns and mashed them together. A person who had results like this would under normal conditions be in the middle of a full-blown seizure!" she exclaimed. 

"Well for all we know, they might be; the chips have access to the entire lizard part of the brain," I said. 

Dr. Song nodded. "They do, but like you said, no higher brain functions. Whoever constructed this interface was a genius. Sadistic, but a genius. From what I know, not even DARPA has a working BCI interface on something like this level," she said. 

"The computer programming is the same way. There are algorithms in use that blow anything I've ever seen out of the water, reducing what normally takes a thousand lines of code into a 20 line algorithm," I said. 

"These people are not stupid, I can see why you are hesitant to try and fix them." 

"I promised them I would. Don't doubt that," I said. 

Dr. Song considered me for a moment and then nodded. "Fine, but I'm going to need some equipment. Kate said you had the money I would need to purchase it," she said. 

"So this morning you were ready report me to the police, and now you're asking me for money?" I asked. 

"Kate said it's not even yours, something you stole from an asshole and his father, the guy who had Helen and Tracy? I need more advanced medical equipment if I am going to get anywhere with this, and the clinic is laughable in those terms. Unless you want to take them to the hospital and run the tests there?" she asked. 

I rolled my eyes but nodded. "Fine, you give me a list of what you need and I will get it. Specific model numbers and the suppliers I can get it from. I need to hide the funds somewhat, considering I did steal them," I said. 

"Fine, you'll have it tomorrow," she said. 

"Good." 

Turning back around to my computer I glanced at the security feeds. Kate, Helen, and Tracy were all getting dinner ready, spaghetti, it looked like. They were each in matching aprons and lingerie. Had Dr. Song not been here I knew the lingerie would have been absent. 

"So do you like them?" I asked Dr. Song. 

"As a medical practitioner I'm supposed to remain detached," she said but then smiled slightly. "They are strong despite what has happened to them, and they all seem to adore you." 

"It's the chip; they have to like me," I said. 

"It's more than that, Kate especially," said Dr. Song. 

"She can't remember anything else but being with me, and I can on a command send her spiraling into a mind shattering orgasm. It's simple conditioning, she likes me because of that," I said. 

Dr. Song stood up and put a hand on my shoulder. 

"You don't actually think that do you? You said yourself that the state they are in at the moment is a blend of their personalities and the chips' programming. Can the person, not just the chip, like you?" she asked. 

I shook my head, letting out a small laugh. "I'm a loner with no friends or family. I got my degree and ended up doing lackey tech support out of college. I lived in a crappy apartment and I'm not a model of male physique. So no, I don't have much faith in the idea that women enjoy throwing themselves at me. I'm enjoying it while I can," I said. 

"You are a pessimist," said Dr. Song. 

"Realist," I countered. 

She shrugged and held up her hands. "Fine, I need to find the serial numbers of the equipment I need ordered. I'll be over in the morning with the list. You have a cell phone number I can call?" she asked. 

"No, I tossed everything electronic like that. No point in running if they can track you. Just come around in the morning. We'll still be here," I said. 

I glanced back at my monitor. 

"You can stay for dinner," I said. 

Dr. Song shook her head. 

"No thanks. I have a feeling they want some alone time with you," she said, pointing at the screen. Turning around I could see that Helen had her hand inside Kate's robe even as she continued to stir the pot on the stove. 

I rolled my eyes. "They are a handful," I said. 

Dr. Song watched the screen for another moment and then tearing her eyes away from it, turned back to me. "I can imagine." 

"So tomorrow bright and early?" 

"Yes." 

-- 

Leaning back into the pillows stacked up behind me I smiled and looked down at Kate. She was curled up like a cat next to me. 

"Do you ever wonder what your life was like before this?" I asked her. 

Kate yawned and looked up at me. 

"No," she said. 

"Really?" 

She nodded. "That wasn't me, I'm different now than whoever I was. All I have ever been is your slave and that's something I'm perfectly happy with," she said as she put her head down on my chest. Reaching down I put my hand onto her head and slowly began to weave my fingers through her hair. Kate sighed contentedly. 

"It's strange, I think about everything up until I met you and none of it really feels real, like I was sleepwalking through life and nothing really mattered until you turned up." 

I chuckled. 

"I get to play hero now, I'm taking on an organization that will kill us given the chance, and I have a beautiful woman to fight for. I think that covers half of the action hero tropes, all we need now is a training montage to whip me into shape so I can do kung-fu," I said. 

Kate rolled over to face me and my hands slipped out of her hair. 

"Master?" she said, a little apprehensive it seemed. 

"What?" 

"Why are you fighting for us? Why did you help me?" she asked. 

"It's the right thing to do," I said. 

Kate rolled her eyes. "As much as you might want to be that altruistic, Master, no one is that simple," she said. 

I smiled and leaned down, placing a small kiss on her forehead. Kate shuddered and leaned into the contact. 

"Like I said, I feel alive for the first time in my life but more than that I'm not lonely anymore. I'm not a people person and I had already isolated myself after college. I had no friends and no one I was close to. If I did date or marry it was going to be settling, just to try and have someone in my life with me. Now I have you, at least for a little while. I plan to enjoy it," I said. 

Reaching down, I brushed my hand along Kate's nipple and she shuddered again, a smile breaking through the pensive look on her face. 

"Do you want children, Master?" asked Kate. 

I paused for a moment, blindsided by the question. 

"Not really no, why do you ask?" 

"If you do you would need to have sex with a real woman, I can't have children," she said. 

"Real woman?" I asked, unsure what she meant. Her sterility wasn't a surprise, it had been in the Doll manual. I'm not sure what the Company did but it was a surgery, so I didn't think she had any reproductive capacity left. It was the same for every Doll. 

"I'm a slave, I'm not supposed to be your lover or wife. If you want those things I can't do them!" said Kate, her eyes going watery now. 

"Kate..." I trailed off. 

"I'll be the best slave I can be Master, but I can't be more than that!" she said. 

Reaching down, I pulled Kate up into a hug so that she was on top of me, her face directly in front of my own. 

"You are Kate. You are more than that." I paused and sighed. 

"You want to know the real reason I'm doing all of this? It's the reason that every man uses when he does something crazy," I said. 

Kate was crying now, her tears falling onto my chest. 

"Master please! I can't return your feelings! I want you to use me! I like it when you do and I'll do anything for you! But the chip won't let me feel anything more!" she said. 

"Do you love me Kate?" I asked. 

For a moment she froze as she and the chip duked it out, after all, slaves weren't supposed to love their Master like this. 

"I cannot lie to you Master. Yes!" she said and collapsed onto my chest. She let out a keen and her hands flew up to her head. The sound was no longer one of frustration but of pain. 

"Kate?" 

"I should not have said that, Master!" she said. 

"Kate, you are no longer in pain for telling me the truth. I am pleased," I said, phrasing it in no uncertain terms so that the chip would correctly interpret my command. 

Kate released her head and went limp against me, panting slightly. 

"Better?" I asked. 

Kate nodded. "I love you Master," she said and waited a moment, then let out a giggle. 

"I can say it!" she said. 

Leaning forward, I pushed Kate down onto the bed so that her hair spread out around her head and she let out a yelp. 

"And I want to keep hearing you say it for the rest of my life," I said. 

Kate smiled and nodded, blushing. "I do too Master." 

The scene broke, my stomach dropped like I was falling, and gasping I sat up in the darkness. 

-- 

It took several minutes for my breathing to slow; the dream had been vivid and precise. I didn't usually dream, much less wake up from them gasping for breath. But this nightmare had been more vivid than anything I had ever experienced before. 

Slowly moving out of the bed, disentangling Kate and Helen from my body, I quietly stood and went to the bathroom. Closing the door, I flicked on the light and stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself for a moment. I looked miserable. The bags under my eyes, and the redness inside of them coupled with the defeated expression left me a sorry sight. 

I shook my head and leaned against the counter, staring at my reflection. Did I love Kate? 

I certainly liked her, but then how could I not? Her entire purpose was to be pleasing and submissive to me like a personal Venus. The Company had designed her to be a plaything for nothing more than sex, and as much as she had done to fight off their programming, she still didn't like to wear clothes. Her body was perfect, and with every step she took her boobs bounced; she had escaped them but had integrated that programming into herself. 

She was the perfect seductress, without even being conscious of the fact that I was head over heels in love with her. Whatever she was doing had to be influenced by the chip, though; a woman like Kate, or Tracy and Helen for that matter, would never have looked twice at a guy like me. The feelings I had for her were based on falsehoods and conditioning. 

I suddenly realized I didn't want to fix her. I wanted to keep Kate for myself and live out the rest of my life in this small cabin in the middle of nowhere, enjoying her companionship and luxuriating in the attention she lavished on me. 

I couldn't though. No matter how much I might love her I wasn't going to do that, I couldn't do that. I wasn't like the bastards who had put the chip in her head, I was going to remove it and go back to the life I had before. The sad, lonely, miserable life I had before. 

Tears were running down my face at this and for a moment the cliché ran through my head. I loved Kate enough to give her up, but then I didn't even have Kate to begin with. I couldn't tell her what I felt either, or she would insist I stop trying to fix her. She was supposed to do what made me happy and I didn't think I would be able to resist the suggestion if it passed her lips, if she begged me to let her remain a slave. 

Turning away from the mirror, I took a breath and walked back into the dark room, looking at the forms asleep on the bed. They were mine. I could do anything I wanted to them and they would welcome it, enjoy it. 

Leaning over the bed, I reached down and put my hand on Kate's shoulder. 

Startled, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, blinking in the darkness. 

"Master?" she asked. 

I ignored her, my imagination had been too accurate; it felt as if it had really just happened. 

"No talking," I said. 

Kate, still confused, nodded. 

Reaching into the bedside table, I quickly withdrew a blindfold and small leather collar. These things had been in the box of supplies and up until now I hadn't worked up the nerve to use them. I needed them now though, just staring into her eyes looking up at me in complete adoration was too much. 

I slipped the blindfold on over her eyes, Kate shuddering as I did so. Slipping the collar around her neck, I cinched it down until it had little play, then clipped the leather lead onto it. Slowly tugging on it, I drew Kate out of the confines of the bed. 

-- 

*The True Slave.* 

The Master slowly tugged on the collar and I felt delicious shivers run down my spine as he led me away from the bed. I was completely nude save for the collar and blindfold, and in the cool night air I felt my nipples harden and my skin become all the more sensitive. 

The Master had never done this before, taken away my voice and blinded me. He had woken me up during the nights before as the mood struck him, but this, this was something completely new. The look in his eyes when he had woken me had been pained, but before I could voice my concern he had silenced me. 

The Master continued to tug on the leash and with each small tug pulling me blindly through the room, another small burst of arousal flowered up from my core. Without my sight, my response to the collar was heightened; it was the only thing to focus on, the only thing telling me what the Master wanted from me. 

Moving slowly, the Master took me from the bedroom and down the stairs. I moved carefully, my hands at my sides as we moved, trying to keep from knocking into anything. The Master had at first been slow, but as we continued to move through the Lodge his actions had become more rushed. 

Going down the second set of stairs into the lab, I nearly tripped on the last few stairs as he rushed down, jerking the collar. The Master still hadn't said anything and for a moment I was concerned. He had always explained what he was doing in the past, and taken precautions to ensure we knew what was going on. He was the Master though, and I couldn't speak. 

"Kate." He hesitated and then said nothing else. 

Continuing to pull me forward, I heard the slight creak of the chair as the Master sat down in front of his workstation. He tugged down on my leash and I dutifully went to my knees in front of him. The Master slowly rotated and I followed suit, shuffling across the carpet on my knees until I was inside the alcove underneath the desk as best as I could tell. 

I heard the sounds of clacking keys for a moment and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. I slowly leaned forward. 

-- 

*The True Master* 

I had dragged Kate down into the lab and then proceeded to stuff her underneath my desk. Any woman not under the thrall of a chip inside of their brain would have pushed me away and told me to fuck off. That's all Kate was at the moment, a computer program running inside the substrate brain matter of some innocent woman. 

No, that was doing her a disservice. Kate had broken free from that control, if only briefly. She was real, and trying to demean her to the status of nothing more than a computer program devoid of any real thought was an insult to that achievement. 

Still, it was best to think of her as she was at the moment, not a woman, but a slave in the more archaic and barbaric sense. An individual in bondage and without choice. She was not something I could fall in love with, it just wasn't the right thing to do. 

I felt Kate's breath on my cock and for a moment I paused. The whole point of this was to try and reset my perception, to treat her as nothing more than an object. A well-cared-for object, a well-cared-for slave and nothing more, not a woman I might be falling in love with. 

Kate's tongue licked at me and I shuddered as her lips rested at the head of my cock, not moving for a moment. I tried to focus on the screens in front of me but genetic algorithms were a bore at the best of times. 

Kate slowly moved forward and I felt her lips slowly encircling me, her tongue moving languidly back and forth on the bottom of my cock. Kate continued her slow creep upwards until her nose was pressed into my navel and I could feel her throat pulsing around me. It was warm and wet, and her tongue was the only thing still moving for a moment. 

She slowly began to withdraw and I couldn't take it any longer. She was taking too long. 

Reaching down beneath the desk, I took her head in my hands. Kate paused and then began to hum in approval, the small vibrations rippling through my cock. Pushing her away until her lips were on the very tip of my cock, almost seeming to kiss it, I quickly pulled her forward. 

Kate gagged for a moment, and for a moment she tensed, a movement that tightened the wetness around my cock. I groaned and quickly repeated the movement. Kate stopped trying to move at this point, her head in my hands and gagged in two different ways. She let me use her like the slave she was. 

Pulling Kate back towards me for the final time, I held her in place and grunted as I came, Kate's throat pulsing around me as she swallowed all of it. Breathing hard, I moved my hands away from her head and slowly pushed her away. Kate leaned back and I slipped out of her mouth; she let out a whine but otherwise didn't say anything, my order still in place. 

I looked down at her between my knees. She was gasping for breath still, but her head was leaning against my thigh and she had a small smile on her face. I nearly broke down there; she was perfect even after I had completely objectified her. 

I couldn't be that weak. I would not be that weak. 

Reaching down, I roughly grabbed Kate by her shoulders and lifted her up onto my desk, brushing the keyboard and other trash aside. She thrashed slightly at the movement but remained silent. 

"You can speak," I said. 

She took in a gulp of air. "Master?" she asked. 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

"Every time I touch you I want you to orgasm," said the Master. 

My eyes widened beneath the blindfold; that kind of command was deliciously dangerous. I was already sensitive without my eyes to tell me what was going on, but now every inch of my skin was hypersensitive, waiting for the touch from the Master. 




The True Master Ch. 09



I could hear his breathing, but nothing else. 

A finger brushed along the outside of my thigh and I gasped as the pleasure rippled through me; it was a muted orgasm, but one all the same. Gasping, I leaned back into the desk and tried to recover. 

A hand was on my left breast and I yelped as another orgasm shot through me. This one however did not stop, it continued instead to build in intensity, the Master's hand still on me, slowly kneading. His other hand found my opposite breast and the Master slowly continued to pull at them. 

I wasn't thinking at this point, everything had gone blank and pleasure was the only thing in my mind, the only feeling in my body the hands on my skin and the slickness of my pussy, which was desperately pulsating with a feeling of emptiness that needed to be filled. 

The hands disappeared and the blindfold over my eyes was gone. 

It took me several moments to even realize this, in my head I was still experiencing the afterglow of what had to be at the least a two-minute-long orgasm. 

The Master was standing in front of me, and the questions that had floated to my mind when he first shook me awake drifted back to the forefront of my mind. His eyes were bloodshot like he had been crying, and the look in them was not the normal caring enjoyment but a desperate, searching look. 

The Master took several steps back from the desk. 

"Do you want me to touch you again Kate? If it felt like that when I touched you, what do you think it will feel like when I use you?" he asked. 

It would be too much, the pleasure was liable to drive me mad! But even as he spoke I knew I was going to beg him, the pleasure was an addiction, and a simple touch from the Master the drug. 

"Please!" I gasped. 

"Please what, Slave?" asked the Master. 

I slid from the desk and onto the floor; I knelt in front of him. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him, but his command had been specific, when he touched me. If I tried to cheat around that he was liable to refuse me. 

"Please Master, touch me!" I said, the words falling from my lips desperate. 

The Master considered me for a moment and reaching out, he ran his hair through my hair, feeling and testing it. His hands went so close to my skin, just hovering above it, but he carefully avoided touching me. 

The Master grabbed my hair and jerked me down onto the ground, his body falling on top of mine. Only his arms going out stopped him from crushing me. He was careful though, avoiding the cast on my arm. 

I could feel his cock against my stomach and I came, the Master was all around me, trapping and holding me to the ground. 

"Do you want me to use you?" he asked. 

I tried to focus and speak around the pleasure as it pulsed through me. 

"Yes!" I groaned. 

The Master smiled and then, moving back slightly, put his cock at my entrance and paused. 

"Please Master!" I gasped. 

He pushed in and his head fell into my neck. Even as he quickly began to use me I felt his teeth sink into the skin of my neck. The pain and pleasure in combination swept through me and I continued to orgasm. My mind went blank as the Master used me, truly used me as a Slave, unconcerned with my own comfort, even though I was in heaven. 

-- 

February 21 2016: 

*The True Master* 

Groaning, I opened my eyes and shivered; it was cold and the bed felt like it was made of stone. 

It was actually, with only the thin carpet as a barrier I was asleep on the floor of the basement, Kate curled up on top of me. I stared at her for a moment, bite marks were visible on the side of her neck from when I had taken her and her lips were swollen slightly, no doubt from the aggressiveness of last night. 

"Good Morning," said Helen. Turning my head, I looked over at her. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a tray of food in her hands, with Dr. Song standing next to her. The doctor's mouth was hanging open and her eyes were bugging out, her attention locked on Kate. 

"Uh." I wasn't sure what to say. By this point I wasn't really embarrassed being naked in the Lodge; clothes were off more often than not, and yet I still felt my face going red. 

Dr. Song ripped her eyes away and turned around so her back was to me. 

"I have the list of equipment I'll need!" she said and held up a small piece of paper. 

My computer started to blare an alarm and Kate, startled by the noise, opened her eyes to look at me. 

It took me a moment to sort everything out. "Good morning Kate. I'll be right with you Doctor, I need to get that," I said as I carefully rolled Kate off of me. She pouted as she lost skin contact and I smiled slightly. I would have left the order in place, but Kate had been insatiable. I finally had to get rid of it and she had collapsed in a heap, falling asleep almost instantly. Not willing to move her, I had done the same, falling asleep with her on top of me. 

Standing up, I quickly grabbed my pants off of the floor and slid into them, and collecting my shirt, I put that on as well. Kate stayed on the floor for a moment before slowly getting to her feet beaming and totally nude, unconcerned with the sweat and other dried fluids evident on her body. 

Jeremy was calling through the cell phone I had given him. Answering the call, I pulled the mic towards me. 

"Who is this?" I asked. 

"It's the guy doing work for you," said Jeremy, his voice coming from the speakers with a slight modulation to it, no doubt from being compressed and expanded as it was routed through a half dozen proxy servers. 

"Why are you calling now?" I asked. 

"Because now is the best time to break in. It's Sunday so even the night guard for the place is gone and no one has gone in. The place is empty," he said. 

"You want to break in at," I glanced at the clock, "nine in the morning? How do you know it's empty?" I asked. 

"Because I've been staking it out for the entire night, freezing my ass off. The place is empty, and I can get to the second floor without any of your fancy gadgets," he said. 

"Who is that?" asked Dr. Song. 

She was standing next to the server and was glaring at me. 

"A thief who tried to pickpocket me. I hired him when Tracy caught him," I said. 

Dr. Song pursed her lips and nodded. "Alright, and what is he doing?" she asked. 

"He's breaking into a Company server so I can get more data on them," I said. 

"Alright then, I'm going to have breakfast if you don't mind," she said. She reached out and took the tray of food from Helen, then trudged back upstairs. 

Helen frowned. "Do you want me to get it back, Master?" she asked. 

"No, I'm not hungry. Coffee would be great, though," I said. 

She nodded and then bounced back up the stairs. 

I turned back to the mic. "Give me five minutes to get everything ready. Make sure all the stuff I gave you is on so I can make sure they don't get anything on you," I said. 

"Hurry up, it's freezing out here," he said. 

I turned back around to Kate. "Can you keep the Doctor busy, I'm going to have to concentrate on this," I said, pointing back at my computer. 

Kate nodded. "Of course, Master." Walking forward with an exaggerated sway in her hips, Kate sauntered up to me and placed a kiss on my lips. "Good luck," she said, still smiling as she took the stairs, making sure to wiggle her ass as she went. 

I groaned and turned back to the computer. 

-- 

*The Apprentice* 

"Ready?" asked Marcus. 

"I've been ready for the past ten minutes," I growled into the earpiece. 

"Sorry, took a little while to connect to your gear," he said. 

"Seriously, you're just making this more complicated." 

"You don't know technology. One photo and you could be done for." 

"That's what masks are for," I deadpanned. 

There was silence on the line and I thought I heard some swearing in the background. 

"I'm going," I said. Launching myself from the tree I had been sitting in, I tumbled to the ground, rolled, and building up some speed, launched myself at the chain link fence around the complex. It didn't even have barbed wire and I was over in seconds. Running across the parking lot, I stooped down and picked up a small piece of cracked concrete from a barrier. Still running, I aimed and threw it, hitting the second floor window and shattering it. Still moving, I lept up onto the sill of a first floor window. Stretching up and keeping my momentum, I grabbed one of the drainage pipes on the side of the building. 

I heard the thin metal creak and something snapped but I had only put my weight on it for a moment. I was already reaching up for the window of the second floor. I hooked it with my right arm and winced as I slammed into the concrete side of the building, reaching up I put my other hand up. 

I was now hanging off of the side of the building. 

Putting my feet on the side of the building, I quickly pulled myself up, and being careful to keep my thick jacket in between what was left of the window and the frame, I rolled into the room. 

"What was that?" asked Marcus. 

"Nothing, I'm in," I said. 

"What, already? Did you break a window?" he shouted through the connection. 

I winced. "Relax, it's fine." 

"What if that had been alarmed? They are not supposed to know we were here!" he said. 

I rolled my eyes; this guy was seriously paranoid. 

"A, windows in office buildings do not have alarms, and B, so long as I don't do anything else the cops will just say some stupid kids threw a rock. Assuming you are as good as you say and you erase all of the footage, we won't have a problem" I said. 

"Fine. Just get to the servers," said Marcus. 

"Room 203?" 

"Yes." 

Going to the door of the office, I pulled it open and glanced at the number, 206. 

Turning to the right, I walked down the hallway to the correct office and tried the door. It was locked, but thankfully with a mechanical lock and a well-worn one at that. Leaning down, I quickly pulled out my picks and in 34 seconds I had the door open. Stepping inside, I was hit with a blast of hot air and the whirring of machines became much more audible. This was a haphazard setup from the looks of it; the computers were on wheels and they were in semi straight lines, their power cords going up to the ceiling. In one corner of the room was a large AC unit and in the other were a few small cubicles. 

"So where do I plug this in?" I asked. 

"You're already in?" asked Marcus. 

"Yep, wasn't too hard." 

"Anywhere you see a USB port should work, then wait for me to open up the backdoors so I can access the system," said Marcus. 

"Alright." Pulling on the latch of the nearest server, I opened it without the lock even getting in the way, and reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small stick and plugged it in. The thing lit up and I smiled. 

I was ten thousand dollars richer and a step closer to going home. 

"It's in," I said. 

"Alright, I should be getting it now. Yep, it's working. Wait just a few more minutes," said Marcus. 

The din of the machines, which had already been pretty loud, suddenly spun up, the lights flickered and I heard a whine of electricity as it was consumed. I had to admit the fact that he was making the lights flicker from a hundred miles away was pretty cool. 

"Good?" I asked. 

"Yeah, you can pull the drive," said Marcus. 

I pulled it out, pocketed it, and turned to leave. As I walked back to the door I had closed behind me as I entered, my heart rate shot up as I watched it begin to open. 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

Dr. Song was sitting in the Kitchen poking at the food on the tray that Helen had taken down to the Master. She had a foul look on her face and both Tracy and Helen were avoiding her. My hair was still wet from my brief shower and I was dressed in only a thin robe, but considering how she had seen me this morning I doubted it would matter that much. My cast was beginning to smell bad and I wanted to minimize the odor as much as possible. 

She glanced up and put her fork down as I sat down in front of her. 

"Kate." 

"Dr. Song." 

She stared at me for a moment and then huffed. "Can I ask you a question?" 

"More questions doctor? Sure," I said. 

"Do you like it?" she asked. 

"Do I like what?" 

"What he does to you, all of that." She gestured at my neck where the bite marks from the Master were still visible. 

"Yes." 

"The chips help things along, make things more pleasurable?" she asked. 

I shook my head. "I suppose it helps things along, and it lets the Master do things most men can't do," I said. 

"Like?" she asked. 

I smiled remembering last night. "Like make it so that a single brush of his fingers is enough to have me orgasming," I said. 

Dr. Song's eyes widened. "The chips can do that?" 

"The Master likes to take advantage of that particular feature." 

"And what else can they do? What does it feel like when you're having sex?" 

"Amazing. The Master is the most important thing in the world, but even so, he still cares for us, like last night when he woke me up and just dragged me downstairs, not letting me say anything before he used me." A shiver went down my spine as I remembered it. 

"It was wonderful." 

I glanced back up at the Doctor and I noticed that she was red. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said. 

She shook her head and put her hand up. "No it's fine. I'm just having a hard time believing it's like that," she said. 

"It's better, I can't really describe it in words very well," I said. 

Dr. Song reached out and took a small sip of the water on the tray. 

"Then I can't help but think you're lucky in some way."



The True Master Ch. 10



February 21 2016: 

*The Apprentice* 

The doorknob began to turn and I jumped behind the nearest cabinet of computers. I heard a slight creak as the door opened and I had to force myself to continue breathing at a normal rate. I heard someone stepping into the room but I stayed still. 

"What's going on?" asked Marcus in my ear. 

I ignored him and waited. 

The person, whoever it was, shuffled into the room and I heard the squeal of plastic wheels as they moved; they had a cart or something with them. The sounds of their movements faded and I slowly moved my head out from behind the cabinet. 

A fat guy in a white shirt a few sizes too small for him was shuffling down the rows of computers, reaching every so often into the cart to extract some piece of equipment and then insert it into the server. He had headphones in and looked totally bored. 

I could easily outrun this guy, but whatever he was plugging into the racks of computer had to be important. I slowly moved away from the cabinet I was hiding behind and, crouching to stay out of his line of view, I approached the cart. It had several boxes of stuff and all the stuff inside each one looked identical. Slowly creeping up, trying to remain as quiet as possible despite his headphones, I sidled up to the cart. 

Reaching into the second row of it I grabbed two of the pieces of equipment, hard drives I think they were, and slipped them into my pocket. The guy continued his work totally unconcerned. 

Rolling my eyes, I slowly crept away and slipped out of the door. 

"Hey!" 

I swung around. Another guy, almost as fat as the first, was walking down the hall. 

I stood back up and waving at the second guy I sprinted back down the hall towards the fire exit. Vaulting down the stairs, I glanced back to see the guy was barely halfway down the hall and I smiled. Jumping down the second set of stairs I shouldered out of the exit door. 

I heard the fire alarm for the building going off. Grinning, I sprinted across the parking lot and jumped back over the fence. 

"That didn't sound good," said Marcus. 

"No, a guy showed up. I set off the fire alarm." 

"Well that's just great." 

"I got whatever he was plugging into the computers though, can I get a bonus?" I asked. 

Marcus sighed. 

-- 

February 25 2016: 

*The True Slut - Beth* 

Slave handed her first Master the tool and then straightened back up into the proper posture, her chest on display for the first Master to admire. 

"Not this one. I need a smaller gauge," said the first Master as he handed the tool back to her. Slave nodded and quickly placed the correct tool in the first Master's hand. 

Slave had failed her Master but he was still teaching her. She did not like failing him though; every mistake she made felt more horrible than the last. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" spat the horrible woman on the operating table. 

The first Master didn't say anything as he continued to work. The woman was immobilized and still conscious even as the first Master worked something into her skull through a small incision he had made. 

"Do not insult the Master," repeated Slave. 

"Fuck you too you bloody bimbo!" screamed the horrible woman. 

Slave didn't say anything. She was a bimbo and proud of it; the labels that the woman spat with venom were ones that she wore with pride. 

"And there we go, that should do it," said the first Master. He stepped away from the woman. 

"Activate the implant," he said. 

Slave quickly moved to the console beside the operating table the woman was on and typed in the commands to activate the implant, her hands moving across the keyboard as a blur of motion. She need only be shown an action once before she could accurately replicate it, even if she didn't understand what was happening. 

The woman on the table let out a blood-curdling scream and Slave shuddered. The most primal part of her brain was, despite what the Masters had done to her, recoiling from the sound. It was the sound of pure terror and pain. Slave shook her head slightly, berating that small feeling in the back of her mind. She was a Slave and soon the woman on the table would be just like her. 

The first Master watched the woman intently until she passed out. The computer in front of her beeped and Slave turned to look at it. 

"Master there is an error message," said Slave. 

The first Master looked up. "Really? What is it?" he asked. 

"The error is Flag B," said Slave, reading the message on the screen. 

The first Master's eyes widened and then looked down at the woman. 

"Well damn, I was looking forward to working on this one," he said. 

Walking away from the table the first Master went to his desk and picked up the phone. 

"Get down here," he said and then threw the thing back into its cradle. Stomping over, he pushed Slave out of the way to take her place in front of the computer. 

"Slave, go to the cabinet and get a bottle labeled potassium chloride," said the first Master, not looking away from the display. 

Slave obediently went to the cabinet and retrieved the correct bottle. Holding it, Slave went back to stand next to the table where the woman was. For the next several minutes she let her mind go blissfully blank as she waited for her next order to service the Master. 

The elevator doors on the far side of the room opened and the Mistress, as Slave had learned to call her, walked out, her high heels clicking on the floor and a scowl on her face. 

"What, Jon?" she asked addressing the Master. 

"That condition we found in the slave that got away, the one that Belial set? I found another," he said and pointed at the woman on the table. 

The Mistress looked down at the woman and then back at the Master. 

"Get rid of her," she said. 

"You don't want me to experiment and see what the flag is? I'm implanting her with the newest BCI; she was supposed to be my second test subject. Whatever the flag that Belial set is, it can't affect my implants," said the Master. 

"I don't care. We are not risking it. You know as well as I do that although you made a new hardware version, the software is still based on Belial's work and that could be the issue. Get rid of her," said the Mistress. 

The Master nodded and stood up, sighing. 

"Slave?" he said and held out his hand. 

Slave, pleased to serve, stepped forward and handed the bottle to the first Master. 

Taking a syringe off of his tray, the first Master stuck it into the bottle and pulled the plunger out, filling the barrel. Going over to the IV hanging next to the woman on the table, the first Master pulled out the bag. Holding the thin line still connected to the woman, he put the needle inside and depressed it, injecting her. 

Slave watched this process with the same detachment she did all of the other medical procedures she saw the first Master perform. 

The bound woman's eyes snapped open. Instead of the blood-curdling scream from before, all the woman did was let out a faint whimper before her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Slave glanced over at the medical readouts. 

"Vitals are falling Master, should this Slave apply aid?" she asked, talking out of turn only as the life of the patient, the future Slave to be, was at risk. It was one of the few deviances from protocol she was expected to make. 

"No," said the Master. 

Slave nodded and turned back to the woman. 

Slave watched and inside her mind something stirred for just a moment. The small part of her that felt like all of this was wrong when she was in her cage for the night, or when she thought of her True Master, stirred. For just a moment something felt wrong; the woman was dying and no one was helping. 

Slave watched as the life drained away from the woman leaving nothing but wasted potential in its place. 

-- 

*The True Master* 

"What took you so long?" I asked. 

The delivery guy glared at me for a moment then, remembering how much I was paying him, settled into a more neutral expression. 

"The equipment was larger than expected. We had to get a second truck," he said. 

I nodded and reaching out took the clipboard from him and signed the delivery receipt. The delivery was supposed to have been yesterday and they hadn't even called to say they were going to be late. 

"Everything goes down into the basement. You can go around to the back of the house and through the doors there," I said. 

The guy nodded and, taking the clipboard back from me, waved at his buddy still in the truck. The man climbed out and the two of them started to unload all of the equipment. 

"Is all of this stuff going to fit in the basement?" I asked Dr. Song. 

She nodded, "If I can use that unfinished area." 

"So you make friends with a Doctor and buy all this stuff for her. Can I get stuff too?" asked Jeremy as he sidled up to stand next to me, a bag of chips from my cupboard in his hands. 

"No," I said. 

"Why not?" he asked pouting. 

"Because I still own the equipment. If Dr. Song or you are able to smuggle that," I pointed at the piece of equipment the two men were slowly extracting from the truck. It was taking up nearly the entire width and judging by the amount of effort it took to even move, it was heavy. "Without anyone noticing, you're welcome to it." 

I turned back to Dr. Song. "What is that?" I asked pointing at the truck. 

"Infusion therapy equipment, blood analysis equipment, correct EEG equipment, PCA pumps, monitors, and respiratory assistance machines," said Dr. Song. 

"Are you expecting someone to need critical care?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "Better to have and not need than to need and not have." 

"That's what my father always said," I grumbled. 

"Smart man then," said Dr. Song. Turning away, she followed the men as they dragged the equipment around the house to the outside staircase which led to the basement. 

"Where the hell did you find her again?" asked Jeremy. 

"Clinic." 

"Huh. Alright," he said and took another fistful of chips from the bag before crunching down on them. 

Reaching out, I took the bag away from him, "Why are you here?" I asked. 

Jeremy reached out and snatched the bag back, "I'm curious about the contents of that drive, and you have food," he said. 

Jeremy had made his way back to the Lodge last night. For some reason it had taken him a few days to travel what would have been a few hours' drive. 

"What makes you think I'm going to tell you?" I asked. 

He shrugged. 

"I haven't broken the encryption on it yet, and my servers are still slowly rewriting the control systems for that building you broke into. In a few more days I'll have complete control over the data and operations of those servers," I said. 

He nodded, "Great. What's that do again?" 

"I can use their own machines against them to have more power to hack into the Company servers and data networks. So far all I've got is inventory lists and data for basic products. Nothing really that special," I said. 

He shrugged again. "Fun. Will I have another job soon? I can always find other jobs back in Seattle and I need the money," said Jeremy as he reached into the bag and took out another obscene amount of chips to shove into his face. 

"Yes, another server farm. This one is a little further away. I'll give you a bonus for travel, and you can keep whatever you don't spend," I said. 

"Great, what's the trio making for lunch?" he asked. 

"They are making something for themselves, me, and Dr. Song. I wasn't aware you were going to be staying," I said. 

"Well I'll go tell them," said Jeremy and he sauntered off. 

I shook my head at his retreating form. I was not that annoying at his age. I probably had been but still, I liked to think I wasn't that much of an asshole. 

Following Jeremy inside, I shrugged off my jacket and hung it up, then went into the kitchen. The Lodge was always kept warm in contrast to the temperatures outside by virtue of many of its inhabitants not particularly liking clothing. 

"Out!" Helen swung a frying pan at Jeremy and the young thief barely managed to avoid getting hit in the head with it. 

"Hey!" he shouted as she lined up another swing. 

"Here's your lunch!" she said and winding her arm back she chucked the pan at him. Jeremy again dodged and the metal pan flew across the room hitting the floor with a loud clang. I winced and glanced down at the floor. Thankfully it looked like the ceramic tiles could take some punishment. 

"What's going on?" I asked. 

Jeremy turned to me, a small smile on his face. "I told them I wanted a sandwich for lunch!" 

It took me a moment but then I groaned. "Jeremy I think she should get another chance to throw crockery at you." 

Helen turned and hefted the cast iron skillet, preparing to throw it. 

"Helen!" I said. 

She pouted for a moment but lowered the pan. 

"Jeremy can you please try not to antagonize them? The things on the backs of their necks make them strong enough to break any of your bones in an instant," I said. 

He frowned, "You're making that up," he said. 

I shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not." 

Jeremy stared at me for a moment and then rolled his eyes, "Damn, I'm not playing poker with you. I can't tell if you're joking or not," he said. 

I smiled slightly, "Go help the Doctor unpack or something," I said, pointing out the window to where Dr. Song was yelling and directing the two delivery men as they moved the equipment down into the basement. 

Jeremy sighed and, ignoring me, went and flopped down on the couch in the living room. 

"I still say she's a mad scientist," said Kate as she joined me in looking out at the Doctor. 

"What's that make me then?" I asked Kate. 

She rolled her eyes and I continued, "I've checked up on her history. She's been known to do things against the grain, but never when she thought it would do harm to the patient," I said. 

"So what? She's a soap opera doctor then? Immigrated to the USA and got rid of the accent, overcame adversity and became a doctor, only to not be recognized for her genius and then fired?" said Kate. 

I chuckled, "No. She was born here, and her parents were well off. And unlike the soap operas, not following procedure, even if it does save someone's life, gets you fired." 

"How did you do a background check on her?" asked Kate. 

"The police in this state really need to work on their network security," I said. 

Kate groaned but didn't say anything else, instead moving to help Helen with lunch. 

-- 

We were all at the table in the dining room of the Lodge, me, Marcus the Computer programmer-turned-brain computer chip hacker, with my three slaves. Kate, the woman with no memories of her past and to whom I had made the initial promise to fix, Taylor, the girlfriend of the first person who had tried to help me in fulfilling that promise and who had been kidnapped. She and Helen were both women I had saved from an abusive man. Jeremy, the thief who, after trying to rob me when I was unconscious, got his ass summarily beat down and dragged back to my house where I had then hired him, and the newest addition Dr. Song, who was the washed up Doctor working in a clinic who had agreed to help as well. 

Looking at the table I was once again struck by how difficult this was going to be, taking down a multinational corporation worth at least a few hundred billion. 

"Uhhh," I trailed off, not sure what else to say. 

"This is weird," said Jeremy. He turned to Dr. Song, "So he told you what the things in their necks are?" he asked. 

Dr. Song, not happy that I had dragged her up here to have lunch with everyone else instead of being able to play with her machines, just nodded. 

"Why does she get to know?" asked Jeremy, turning around to me. 

"Because she's working on getting rid of them," I said. 

Jeremy muttered something under his breath and then, apparently realizing that whining was going to get him nowhere, dug into the food in front of him like someone who had been starved for days. 

I rolled my eyes and turned to Dr. Song. 

"Did you get everything you needed?" I asked. 

"Yeah, you didn't have to order duplicates of everything though," she said. 

"I'm probably going to be disassembling some of it to try and figure out a way of dampening the chips, canceling out the effects in some way, so a few spares won't hurt any," I said. 

"So that's why you got those microwave stimulators? They are still at the lab testing stage with rats. Where did you find a human sized unit?" asked Dr. Song. 

"China is always a few steps ahead in research like that. Not that they publish the results of course, but the tech still ends up on the black market in the deep web," I said. 

"It's probably for the best. Those microwave emitters could melt someone's brain if improperly calibrated," said Dr. Song. 

"You use me as a test subject and I burn this place down," growled Jeremy. 

I smiled, "We'd need a brain to test on. That rules you out," I said. 

Jeremy chuckled and continued eating his food, ignoring the insult. 

"Well if that's all, I'm going to get back to work," said Dr. Song. She stood up with her plate of food still mostly full, only a few small bites out of it. 

"Did you not like my cooking? I can make something else," said Helen. 

"What? Uh, no. I'm not hungry at the moment." 

She took the plate over to the sink and dumped it inside, then quickly stomped back down the stairs to the basement and her lab. 

I glanced back at Kate and the others, "She's eager to play with her toys," I said. 

They nodded and turned back to their own meals. 

Taking a few more bites of mine, I cleared my plate and followed Dr. Song down to the lab. 

-- 

February 23 2016: 

Tightening the restraints, I looked at the three slaves on the bed in front of me, Kate in the middle with Helen and Tracy to either side, all three of them naked and bound to the bed on their backs with black leather straps. 

They were all looking at me as I tightened the last strap around Helen's ankle, lust and a small amount of fear in their eyes. I could have ordered them to remain still, but having them struggle vainly against the restraints seemed a little more appropriate. 

Making sure that the last strap was on tight, I straightened back up and looked down at them, "Well, the three of you seem to be in a bind." 

Kate sighed, "Master." 

"I couldn't resist," I said smiling as I leaned over them. 

Reaching for the bedside table, I retrieved the bottle of lotion and snapped it open. Pouring some of its contents into my hand, I put my hand down on Tracy's stomach. She gasped and I heard the leather groan as she struggled against the restraints. 

"Master!" she gasped. 

I started moving my hand in slow circles to spread the clear oil over her skin which was giving her a wonderfully slick look. Moving around her skin I avoided her nipples and more intimate bits, teasing her by slowly inching closer and closer to them but never actually touching them. 

Once finished spreading the oil across her skin, I took my hands away for a moment and smiled. 

"The mint should start to tingle in a moment." 

Tracy's eyes widened and I waited for the oil to have its effect. I knew when it started because I could feel the sensation building up on my hands. It was a pleasant prickling that, even confined to a small portion of my skin, was distracting. 

Tracy moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head as she once again strained against the leather straps. 

Wiping my hands off, I collected the rest of the ensemble from the bedside table and quickly slipped the blindfold onto Tracy's head. When she opened her mouth to complain I quickly put the gag in place and slipped the noise-canceling headphones onto her head leaving her alone in her own skin with only her sense of touch to focus on, which was at this moment enflamed by the lotion. 




The True Master Ch. 10



Kate and Helen were both staring at Tracy with a mixture of lust and trepidation. I could see that both of them were already wet. 

"Who's next?" I asked. 

Before either of them could answer, I upended the bottle and dumped a large portion of it onto Helen's stomach. She gasped and I smiled, quickly spreading it over her skin, once again being careful to avoid the erogenous zones. The only release was what I chose to give them. 

Helen gasped as I spread the oil and traced the contours of her body with my hands. Covering her front, I went about deadening her senses like I had Tracy's. Once the headphones were in place I turned to Kate, who was now alternating between looking at the two squirming companions and at me. 

"Anything you want to say?" I asked as I held my hand, still glistening with oil, over her stomach. 

Kate smiled and coyly looked up at me, "Can you get me to beg, Master?" she asked. 

"That sounds like a challenge." 

"Do you think you're up to it?" asked Kate. 

"I'd like to think so," and I put my hand to her causing Kate to gasp. The cool oil began to slide down her side towards the bedsheets. Moving quickly, I collected it and began to spread it across her skin. Kate moaned as I did so, writhing deliciously against the bonds that held her in place. 

If I was going to get her to beg I was going to have to leave her with her senses, able to see what she was missing out on. 

Taking my hands off of Kate, I took a step back and looked at my handiwork. Three women, beautiful enough to be on the cover of a dozen magazines without an ounce of digital retouching, were glistening with oil, bound with black leather, and writhing in wanton need. 

Moving to the side, I let my hand brush between Tracy's legs. She moaned and arched up from the bed trying to prolong the contact, as brief as it was, then collapsed back onto the bed, groaning and whimpering through her gag when I pulled it away. 

"Tracy seems to be begging already. Are you sure you can hold out?" I asked Kate. 

She nodded, "It will take more than that, Master, if you want me to beg," she said. 

"I could order you to," I said. 

"That's cheating," said Kate. 

I nodded in agreement. That was cheating, which defeated the purpose of actually winning. 

Leaning forward towards Tracy, I pinched her nipples with my hands, and once again she arched up into my touch. The wonderful softness of her breasts pushed up against my hands, keeping them in place for a moment longer. 

As I pinched at her nipples Tracy continued to moan into her gag. Her legs, instead of straining inward to try and close, despite the straps, were now at the opposite end of the restraints, open as far as they would go, exposing herself to me, vividly displaying how wet she was. 

Taking my hands off of her I quickly reached down and undoing my belt slipped out of my pants. Pulling off my shirt I looked over at Kate, she was staring at my rather prominent erection. 

"See something you want?" I asked. 

Kate's eyes snapped back up to my eyes, "Nothing I can't do without," she said, even though I could see that she was beginning to leak onto the sheets. 

"Really? Well your fellow slave doesn't seem to be able to," I said as I leaned forwards and teasing Tracy, rubbed the tip of my dick over her slit. She moaned and bit into her gag, desperately trying to move just another fraction of an inch lower on the bed so that I would slip inside her. 

Locking eyes with Kate, I got up onto the bed and over Tracy. She paused for a moment feeling me above her for only a fraction of a second before I plunged forward, bottoming out inside of her. Tracy let a wail out into the gag and then seemed to go limp for a moment, pulling back out I plunged back inside and Tracy moaned. 

Her pussy was pulsating around me, and her breasts were pressed up against my own chest and the oil I had put their was now on my own skin, I couldn't blame them for the squirming, it really was a quite an intense feeling. 

I continued for several minutes going forcefully in and out of Tracy as she did her best to try and reciprocate despite the bonds that held her in place. 

I was watching Tracy's face and after several minutes I felt the tightening inside of her and the hint of the orgasm in her features, and with a final deep plunge she screamed into the gag and I felt her pussy pulse around me, the sheets already wet were now drenched with her juices. 

Tracy went limp and I slowly pulled out of her, slightly encouraged by the fact that despite everything I had managed to make her orgasm first. 

Pulling out of her I picked up the bottle of oil and putting some on my fingers I slowly worked them into Tracy, she moaned slightly behind the gag but otherwise didn't react. 

I looked over at Kate, her eyes were dilated and she was breathing hard almost as if she were the one I had just used. 

"I'm starting to see why I might want to beg Master," she said as she tried to get her breathing back under control. 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

The Master slowly pulled away from Tracy leaving her moaning next to me in what looked like complete bliss, a sated and carefree bliss that few people were ever able to reach. 

Standing up the Master wiped the collected oil off of himself and slowly walked to the other side of the bed, Helen had to have felt the Master using one of us and I could see that she was holding her breath no doubt hoping that the Master was going to use her next. 

I wanted him to use me next, I wanted to beg him to use me but the Master liked it more when I played coy with him, almost as if we were two shy lovers. I quickly berated myself for even making such a comparison, the Master wouldn't fall in love with a Slave. 

For a moment I wondered what the woman I had been would think of the Master, I couldn't conceive of not loving him, what if the woman I had been didn't love my Master though? What if she hated him for what had happened between them? It was a terrifying thought, and for a moment I idly wondered if I could ask the Master to give up on fixing us. 

He wouldn't though, the Master would think I was asking only because of something inside the chip. 

Shaking my head to rid the thoughts I watched as the Master slowly slid into Helen, she moaned and bucked up at him as much as the restraints would allow, desperately trying to sate the fire inside of her much like the burning inside of me I knew. 

I watched at the Master took his pleasure from her, and gave it back. It was a quality to the Master that made him truly wonderful, we were his slaves and he could have simply taken pleasure from us and we would have been perfectly happy. 

The Master was not a shallow man, he thought of himself as weak and feeble compared to most men, which in a physical sense was true. The Master did not have a six pack or muscles that bulged out from his skin, he was lanky and without much definition. The Master was strong though, he had nearly everything a man could want and he was working to rid himself of it for others, a true selflessness that was like something out of a fairy tail.. 

The Master groaned and collapsed on top of Helen, his lips moved to the side of her neck and his teeth clamped down on the skin there as he came, Helen for her part moaned into the gag as the combination of the Master's pleasure inside of her, the delightful bite on her skin, and pressure of him on top of her. 

Were I a normal woman I would have probably been envious of the fact that the Master was deriving such pleasure from another woman, jealous even. I wasn't though, the Master was happy and that was all that mattered. His needs were the first thoughts in my head when I woke, and the last in them when I dropped off to sleep coiled up on top of him his arms wrapped around me in a crushing controlling embrace. 

Whatever other feelings I might have had, whatever other things were seeping into my mind because of how the Master treated me, however I might feel about him, however much I might love him the Master did not want to hear of it. I was temporary, the woman I would be when he fixed me was the real person, the Master deserved to fall in love with someone who was more than an imitation. 

Rolling off of Helen The Master turned to me, when his eyes locked onto mine I shivered, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. I didn't just want him to use me now, I wanted him to use me for the rest of my life. 

I wanted the Master to inflict his will on me, reduce me down to his perfect vision of a woman, turn me into something that served him in every way if only so he would love me, if only so he might feel a fraction of what I felt for him. 

"Please!" I said putting as much of my emotions into the word as I could. For a moment the Master looked surprised, perhaps he heard the true desperation behind it, the plea that went far beyond the need for release.. 

The Master's hand shot out and grabbed one of my breasts, the sudden touch was like a burst of fire and feeling inside of my body, which instead of abating the already inflamed desires, only served to stoke them higher. 

The Master leaned forward and I felt his cock teasing at my entrance. 

"What do you want?" he asked, his head right next to my ear. He playfully nipped at my earlobe and I gasped at the sudden spike of pain as it mixed with the overwhelming pleasure. 

"You Master, please!" I said breathless. 

"What are you?" asked my Master still teasing me. 

"I am your slave Master," I groaned, I was his slave. I would always be his slave if it meant I could be this close to him, chip or not I would be his slave. In the back of my mind I hoped the woman I once was understood that when he brought her back. 

"You are my slave," growled the Master and he inched forwards into me. 

Like all of the times the Master had used me I felt the burst of pleasure as he slowly entered me, and I was reveling in feeling of completeness that it gave me. I was serving my Master in the most intimate capacity. 

The Master groaned and his lips already near my neck clamped onto my skin, lightly biting at it as he moved in and out of me. I desperately wanted to move with the Master and bring him to greater pleasures, but I was restrained for his enjoyment.  

Instead I focused inwards and flexed as much as I could around the Master's cock inside of me squeezing and giving it as much pleasure as I could. 

"Kate," the Master trailed off and his teeth clamped down on my skin even tighter. I felt the hot splash inside of me and I relaxed, letting the Master enjoy himself. I was so close to the edge of my own release that another stroke or two and I would have been sated, but that didn't matter the Master was what mattered. 

"Cum," growled the Master. 

My body responded and I keened as the Master collapsed on top of me pushing me into the bed and trapping me against him. 

For several minutes the two of us focused on getting our breath back before the Master slowly disentangled himself. As he did so I could have sworn that their were tears in his eyes but wiping at them the Master smiled. 

"Well, as much fun as it would be to leave you three like this all night it wouldn't be particularly safe," said the Master. 

I nodded, "Yes Master." 

Getting up to his knees the Master tweaked my nipples and I groaned. He smiled and rolled off of me unsteadily getting to his feet. Moving to the edge of the bed the Master began to undo the restraints, moving from Tracy to Helen and then to me he quickly freed the three of us. 

We remained on the bed even as I luxuriated in the ability to move my limbs again. The Master took the blindfolds, gags, and headphones off of the other two and then stood at the foot of the bed. 

He yawned, "I think we could all use a shower.". 

I glanced over at Helen and then Tracy. The two of them looked as delightfully wrung out as I felt, and the oil was still prickling at my skin enflaming me more so than just being in the Master's presence. 

"I'm sure you are very tired Master, I think we might be able to help you with the shower," I said. 

The Master smiled and nodded, "I think you can." 

-- 

February 22 2016: 

*The True Master* 

Opening the back of the basement lab to grab some of my tools to replace the hard drive that had failed in the night I had to do a double take, Dr. Song was on the one of the medical gurneys in the middle of the room an experimental microwave stimulator on her head, connected to one of the diagnostic computers that I used when I was analyzing the code inside of Kate and the others. 

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted. 

Dashing over to the laptop I saw that a program labeled emulation-01 was running. I looked down at the Doctor, it looked like she was frozen only her eyes moving as she slowly blinked up at me. 

"Shit, I think this is going to hurt," I said as I canceled the program. 

Dr. Song gasped and quickly sat up, "Bathroom!" She dashed away and out of the back of pseudo-lab that she had constructed in the unfinished portion of the basement. Shaking my head I quickly delved into the code that was running on the laptop wondering what the hell she had been doing. 

The Doctor came back into the room a few minutes later, her face tinted red. 

"You want to tell me what you were doing, and how it's not what it looks like?" I asked pointing at the laptop and the microwave stimulator. 

"What does it look like?" asked Dr. Song seeming for the first time somewhat tentative. 

"It looks like you were trying to duplicate the Doll program and use it on yourself!" I shouted. 

I heard a commotion upstairs, like someone rolling out of a bed and onto the floor, Tracy was now at least awake, she was the lightest sleeper. 

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that could be? You were lucky you got stuck in a loop like that! If you hadn't been lucky your brain would be jelly!" I said. 

"I think it's the best way to try and understand what the chips, are doing! If we can duplicate the programming in someone and compare it to what they are like when they are not under the influence of the chip then we have a controllable experiment!" said Dr. Song. 

"Hell no! We are not going to be using the helmet on people like that! This technology is dangerous enough as it is! Mind control is not something that should be played with!" I said. 

Dr. Song drew herself up to her full height and glared at me, "You're one to talk! You fuck them every night and just say to yourself I'm a bad man but I'm still helping them because of the chip. If you were a real man you wouldn't have caved to them in the first place!" she shouted, "You would have actually helped them instead of just screwing them and pretending to help!" 

I felt my pulse rising and my fists clench, "Pretend?!"I grabbed the laptop that was on the stand next to the gurney and turning away from her hurled it at the wall where it disintegrated into a thousand pieces. I turned back around to her and stalked forwards. 

Dr. Song's eyes widened and she backed up into the wall as I moved forward. 

"You think I'm pretending to help them!? You think I don't care about them?" I shouted as I slammed my fist into the wall next to her head denting the drywall and caving it in with a puff of dust. 

Dr. Song looked me in the eyes for a moment and then slowly shook her head, "No you do. I had to make sure," she mumbled. 

"Make sure?" I asked still furious with her. 

"That you are the right kind of Master, that despite the amount of control and power you have you still care," She said. 

"Why does that matter?" I asked. 

"Because I'm jealous," she breathed. 

I blinked and took my hand from the wall wincing slightly. 

"Of what?" I growled. 

Dr. Song turned to look at Kate Helen and Tracy, all of whom were now standing at the entrance to the back room in various states of dress, wearing what could have passed for a complete set of clothes between the three of them. 

"Of them, of what they get," said Dr. Song. 

"What? Being mind controlled and used by me? How is that something to be jealous of?" I asked. 

"You really are self-deprecating aren't you?" said Dr. Song, "You don't think that someone might dream of being like them?" She asked pointing at Kate, "of being free of your own life and completely dedicated to someone else, to feel pleasure that most people can never even dream of! To be a," Dr. Song hesitated, "to be a slave? To be completely devoted to giving and receiving pleasure!" she said. 

I took a step back from Dr. Song and glanced back at the helmet she had been using and the now destroyed laptop. 

"You want to be like them? Is that what you are trying to do?" I slowly asked desperately trying to understand what she was saying. 

Dr. Song swallowed and nodded. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm trying to fix them! To make sure that this doesn't happen to anyone else!" I said, "And you want to willingly do it to yourself?" 

"That's the difference right? Me volunteering? They were forced, and in the process of figuring out how to do it to me you might figure out more about how to turn off the programming in their chips!" Said Dr. Song. 

"No!" I turned away from Dr. Song and went over to Kate. 

"I'm trying to fix them, save them from the chips and the wretched bastards that put them in their heads!" I said. 

Kate pulled away from me, "What if you can't?" she asked. 

I paused looking over at stunned for a moment, "If I can't? I will do it," I said. 

"You say that, but what if you try for years and you just can't? Are you going to look at me like I'm broken somehow for the rest of my life? Like I'm not a complete person?" Said Kate, she put her hands on her hips and glared at me, looking determined despite the lack of a shirt. 

I blinked, "What?" 

Kate shivered, "All I remember is being your slave, Master. I can't dream of being anything else, and I can see why Dr. Song might want this! I can't blame her if she wants you to be her Master, how could I?" she said. 

"I'm not going to do this," I said. 

Kate looked back at Dr. Song and then to me, "Then I am not helping you with the research today, and you can find somewhere else to sleep tonight!" said Kate. 

I looked at her for a moment and raised my eyebrows at her, this was the first time Kate had ever really directly challenged me, and how she was doing it was another matter entirely. 

"You're ordering me?" I asked bemused. 

Kate nodded, "You always try to do the right thing Master, and you think this is the right thing but you're wrong! So until you realize that I'm not following any of the orders you give me," She said. 

"Stand on one leg," I deadpanned. 

Kate glared at me but quickly lifted her left foot. 

"You don't have a choice." 

"But you won't force me to do anything will you Master?" said Kate challenging me. 

I grimaced, she was right though. I wouldn't force her to do anything that was outside of what she wanted, as easy as that would be. 

"Put your leg down," I said. 

Kate put her foot down, "You can leave Master, and let us work on this," said Kate pointing at the helmet that Dr. Song had been working on. 

"If you get one thing on that wrong you could end up frying her brain! She's lucky that all she did was get stuck in a loop!" I shouted. 

"Then help us!" Shouted Kate. 

"No! I won't!" I shouted back, 

Kate was crying now, tears going down the sides of her cheeks. "Then leave! If you can't' accept that someone might want to be your slave then leave!" she shouted and then hiccupping slightly she turned away from me hiding her face. 

I hesitated for a moment, and slowly turning I looked over at Tracy and Helen. They looked split and after a moment Helen took a step towards Kate and Dr. Song, Tracy fell into step behind me and I retreated upstairs. 




The True Master Ch. 10



-- 

"I can see where she's coming from," said Tracy. 

I looked up at her the two of us had been up in the master bedroom for the majority of the day, the first floor almost like the no man's land. No one had dared come up and neither of us had gone down. I had tried to continue working on the data that Jeremy had gotten from the Company but with only my laptop I had only managed to get another gigabyte or so of information and none of it helpful. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"I get where she's coming from saying she wants to be your slave," said Tracy. 

"I don't get it, I would think she wants to be free! To not have to obey anything I tell her to do, to have her old life back," I said. 

Tracy shook her head smiling slightly, "You don't get how she sees you. Heck how I'm starting to see you despite having been owned by that asshole. You're not the Master because of the chips, they just help things along." 

I scoffed, "I'm not a Master. I didn't have women throwing themselves at me before I met Kate and I sure as hell didn't' have them calling me Master." 

Tracy nodded, "Sure but think about it this way, you have absolute power over us. You could order me to dance the Macarena and then jump out the window and I would do it. You could have ordered Kate not to argue with you or help Dr. Song. But you didn't," said Tracy. 

I sighed, "Why would I? I'm not going to take away your free will," I said. 

"That's exactly my point though, you could take it away in an instant. You don't though, the only time you really give orders is when you're having fun with us in bed," Said Tracy blushing slightly pointing at the bed we were both sitting on. 

I glanced over at her, "As macho as I might be satisfying three women who crave me because of a chip inside of their heads is a tall order to fill, especially if I'm doing it every day," I said. 

Tracy's blush deepened, "Pavlov conditioning though, the only orders you ever give are directly related to our own physical pleasure. Kate most especially," Said Tracy. 

"Why her specifically?" I asked. 

Tracy rolled her eyes, "Because she's your favorite," said Tracy. 

I opened my mouth to argue but she cut me off, "I know you try to treat all of equally Master, but it's easy enough to tell. I know you love her," Said Tracy. 

I hesitated and turned away from her. Tracy moved around on the bed so that she was still next to me. 

"You do love her don't you?" she asked. 

"I can't." 

Tracy sighed, "why can't you?" she asked. 

"Because Kate's not Kate. If I get her memories back, if I take out the chips influence than she's back to what she was before all of this, and the Kate in the here and now is gone. I can't," I trailed off unsure of what else to say. 

Tracy paused and then slowly sat back on the bed, "You don't think the woman she was is still in there somewhere influencing what she is now?" she asked. 

"I don't know. But if I tell her I love her than she won't want me to fix her. Now she wants me to knowingly create more slaves like her, "" I said. 

"You do know that some people are naturally like that though right? Naturally inclined to be submissive, to want someone to control them and dominate them," said Tracy. 

"In roleplaying sure, but I doubt many people would give up their own will," I said. 

Tracy chuckled, "You'd be surprised I think. You're a naturally dominating person, even if you don't think so. Kate is the polar opposite. Together you make the perfect pair, a true Slave and a true Master. It's no surprise she wants to share that feeling with other people, if it will make you happy," said Tracy. 

"But it won't! I don't want to enslave people and use them! I'm not like the bastards of the Company!" I said. 

"No you're not, like I said you care about your slaves. They don't. But are you sure you don't like being in that position of absolute control, are you sure you don't want to enslave people like Kate? Those who will beg you to take away their free will?" asked Tracy. 

I hesitated, for the first time really looking at myself. I enjoyed it, I tried not to since I knew it was the wrong thing to feel, but I enjoyed controlling the three of them, and I especially enjoyed controlling Kate. For the first time in my life I wasn't annoyed by someone else's presence, and I liked being alone with her. 

"Maybe," I admitted. 

Tracy grinned triumphant, "So you don't think someone like Dr. Song might not want to feel something similar?" She asked. 

"Maybe, but I'm not going to use mind control on her. Even if she wants to, the technology is too dangerous. If it gets into the wrong hands," 

"It already is!" said Tracy. 

I shook my head, "This is the best possible scenario! Think about terrorists getting their hands on it, hell even the government using it to extract information would be horrible. The entire world would be turned upside down! It's too damn dangerous!" I said. 

"Then it's only a matter of time, when does technology ever stay in Pandora's Box? The USA developed nukes and then within five years so did the Soviets. Thousands of people work for the Company! Even if they have the tightest security possible someone could still duplicate the technology. Isn't it best to build it yourself so you can learn how to deconstruct it, how to defend against it?" asked Tracy. 

I hated to admit it but she was right. If you wanted to learn how to break into a computer system you learned how to build a secure one first, and then broke it down. Technology developed so quickly, and that was the only way to stay ahead of the curve, develop it yourself. 

I sighed, "You're right." 

Tracy smiled. 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

"Like this?" I asked adjusting the helmet that was on my head. 

"Maybe, let me give it a try," said Dr. Song. 

She hesitantly typed something into the laptop and then frowning shook her head and hit the backspace several dozen times erasing whatever she had done. 

It had been like this most of the day, the Doctor was trying to read what the chip was doing to my brain with new microwave helmets but she could barely get them to turn on, as good as she was with medicine she was not like the Master when it came to computers it seemed. 

"No that's not it, take that thing off, wait I'm getting an error, something is wrong with an address? What's that mean?" she asked. 

"Is it like the issue with the drivers?" asked Helen as she frowned at the laptop she was working on. So far they hadn't made much progress besides trying to run the copy of the brain scan that Dr. Song had first tried to use and had gotten her stuck in the chair for the entire night waiting to be rescued. 

"It's a problem with how the device is pointing to memory within the helmet. The thing operates at a machine level instruction set," said the Master as he slowly walked into the small work room with Tracy in tow behind him. 

"Master!" I said, and resisted the temptation to go running over to him. 

He turned to Dr. Song. 

"Are you sure about this? You want to try being like Kate?" he asked. 

"Yes," said Dr. Song. 

Master sighed and nodded, "Alright then. Let's make sure your head doesn't end up being soup then," he said. The Master reached over and took the laptop from Dr. Song and marched back out to his main lab carrying it under his arm. 

I glanced over at the Doctor and the two of us followed him out. 

He sat down at his desk and plugged the laptop into some socket there, all of the work that the Doctor had been working on appeared on the multiple screens in front of him and for several moments the Master looked through all of it. 

"I certainly hope your medical training was better than your coding Doctor," he said. 

"Online tutorials," she huffed. 

He winced and shook his head, "same way I learned my stuff. Still I've been doing this for years, and you're programming something that could mess up your brain. I think that warrants a little more experience," he said. 

Dr. Song nodded, "I agree, but like we saw your reaction to the idea of using the microwave helmets to duplicate the effects of the chips was not a good one," she said. 

"Well lets scrap all of this then, and get back to the basics," said the Master as he deleted most of the work we had made over the day. 

"I'm going to make some dinner, call me if you need me," said Tracy and she grabbed Helen and dragged her upstairs to the kitchen. I noticed for the first time that my own stomach was growling, I hadn't eaten all day. 

"Great," said the Master absentmindedly. 

I smiled, the Master was getting absorbed in his work already. I was going to have to drag him away from the computer and make sure he actually got some sleep. 

-- 

February 22 2016: 

"It's a shame really," said the Master. 

"What is?" I asked. 

"That we can't use the microwave helmets to cancel out the influence of the chips. I ran the calculations and the results were a few million burned out neurons. The human brain doesn't like internal conflict it seems, or at least when the conflict is induced by a microwave emitter and an electrode array," he said. 

I nodded, "shame," I repeated not really meaning it. 

The Master looked over at me and rolled his eyes. 

"Let's see if this works then," he said as he turned around in his chair to look at Dr. Song, "Ready for another test?" he asked. 

"I'm ready," said Dr. Song as she lazily turned another page of the book she was reading, she had been in one of the diagnostic chairs for the entire afternoon as the Master ran test after test trying to get the helmet she was wearing to act like the chips. Besides a reported tingling in her toes not much had happened in the way of forward progress. 

Master leaned back around and hit enter on his keyboard, and turned around to look at the display showing any feedback. 

Dr. Song looked fine for a moment, and then her eyes widened. I looked over at her and the Doctor's eyes locked with my own, she blinked several times and the smile on her face widened. 

"Doesn't look like I'm getting any feedback, and the neural load isn't burning anything out. The limbic system in your brain is going crazy though," he said as he watched the readouts. 

"I would expect it to if you've activated the pleasure response portions of my brain Master," Said Dr. Song in the same clinical tone she usually used. 

The Master nodded agreeing with her for a moment until he processed what she had said and turned around to look at her. 

Dr. Song gasped and her face reddened, "Wow!" she said, "You're hot!" 

The Master typed something on his keyboard and the Doctor winced, the look in her eyes quickly abating. 

"Why did you stop it?" she asked. 

"Getting it to work and getting it to work correctly are two separate things. I have to optimize this code before I go any further. You're using an almost exact copy of the Doll programming I was able to extract from Kate's chip, but I had to hot wire a lot of the functions to get them to work with the helmet. If I don't optimize them garbage will build up in your head." 

"I don't know Master I have a feeling her mind is already fairly trashy," I said. 

Dr. Song turned to look at me, "and your mind is the paragon of cleanliness," she said. 

"Did anything feel off? Like something was out of balance?" asked the Master. 

Dr. Song shook her head, "Besides suddenly finding you way more attractive? No," She said. 

The Master rolled his eyes and continued to type away modifying the program, "Once I have the final version of this compiled you can run it if you want to, although now that we know it works the helmet might have other uses," Said the Master. 

"Like what?" I asked. 

He hesitated for a moment, "If I strip the programming down to just the obedience subroutines then if we ever need to interrogate someone from the Company it would be simple. Put the helmet on them and then ask the questions," he said. 

"You'll need to do more than that. I'm pretty sure I would have been able to disobey anything you told me to do. The helmet made it feel like I was drunk or something, out of it a little but still able to think," Said Dr. Song. 

"That's because it's not tailored for you, the longer you wear the helmet the more the programming can adapt to your unique brain structure and stimulate or suppress the correct neurons to achieve the desired result," Said the Master. 

Dr. Song nodded, "Basic brain structure theory, the general areas of the brain perform specific functions for everyone but the more detailed nuances are different. You can create program to adapt to those differences?" she asked. 

"It's a recursive genetic algorithm that dials in on the appropriate neurons, doing it manually would take too long," Said the Master. 

Dr. Song nodded and slowly took the helmet off of her head and took a breath, "Alright then, how long for you to be happy with the program?" she asked. 

"Not long, a day or two," he said. 

"Great, I'll hold you to that," she said. 

"Right, and when you have the helmet on.." he trailed off. 

"I'm like Kate or any of the others. Use your imagination," She said smiling down at him. 

"Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to turn out well?" he asked. 

-- 

February 24 2016: 

*The True Master* 

I glanced over at the secondary display as the code for the helmet was compiled, the servers that I had Jeremy help me commandeer were chewing through all of the different Company networks looking for vulnerabilities and grabbing any data available and trying to crack through the encryptions on it for useful data. It was slow going though, modern encryption was not something to laugh at, and with the advent of quantum computers on the near horizon in computational science it would only get more complex. Unlike the movies breaking the encryption on data could theoretically take as long as the universe was alive with a computer the size of the Earth. 

Groaning I leaned back in my chair, so far the small amount of data that I had managed to crack hadn't been anything really that important. Kevin at the Los Angeles branch of the Company had filed another HR complaint, and a shipment of plastic cutlery to the DC branch had been delayed, truly it was riveting information. 

What I really needed was a more computational power to break the encryption algorithms in place on the Company data. 

"Master?" Kate said. 

I sighed and turned around to her, it was dark inside the basement of the Lodge and illuminated by only the screens in front of me Kate looked paler than usual. 

"Yes?" I asked. 

"Are you going to come up to bed?" she asked. 

I glanced back at the computer screens, I really wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Kate in the warm bed upstairs, but I still needed to work, and it was only a little past midnight. 

"No. I need to finish the Doctor's program, and keep working on getting into the Company's files," I said. 

"Do you want company?" asked Kate even as she slid down to sit on my lap. 

I looked down at her, and the innocent smile on her face. 

"Sure, sit down," I said. 

"Thank you Master, this is very comfortable," said Kate. 

She wiggled slightly on top of me, "Are you sure you just want to sit there? Or are you trying to distract me for something else?" I asked. 

"Master, I would never do anything like that," Said Kate looking as innocent as she could even as she continued to wiggle in my lap. 

"Uh huh," I said. 

The computer beeped, and I glanced up from Kate as she slowly started to pull on the belt holding the simple robe she was wearing. 

My heart froze, and very slowly I opened the file. 

"Master?" asked Kate noticing my sudden attention shift. 

"Kate, I think I did it," I said. 

"Did what?" asked Kate. 

"I just found Beth." 

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*The Company* 

Looking over her desk Adams watched as the newest model doll once again walked into Reynard's office her boobs bounding and heels clicking as she walked. The shoes were the only clothes that she had on at the moment but then nudity was something she had gotten used to inside this particular branch of the Company long ago. The breaches in protocol were tolerated mostly because they were one of the more profitable branches only the military contractors making more money in terms of percentages. 

Her phone rang and reaching out Adams quickly picked it off of its cradle. 

"He's planning on doing it tonight," said Jon. 

"He really is an idiot," said Adams. 

"Yep, he called and told me his brilliant," He emphasized the word, "Plan to put a chip in your head." 

"Does it involve knocking me out or sticking the Amazon's on me?" asked Adams. 

"He wanted the Amazon's to do it but the idiot couldn't figure out how to override the safeties without them notifying you that you are no longer on the priority list," said Jon. 

"So what is his plan then?" She asked. 

"He asks you to come down to the lab ostensibly to look at something I've developed and then the two of us force you into a chair," said Jon. 

Adams snorted, "That's it? I feel kind of insulted." 

"No one ever called him smart," said Jon. 

"Agreed," said Adams. "Just play along, I want you to override the Amazon's and take him off of the protection list." 

"OK, what are you going to do to him?" Asked Jon. 

"Now that would be telling. I want it to be a surprise," said Adams. 

"Alright, he's going to be coming around soon to invite you down," said Jon. 

He hung up and Adams smiling to herself placed the phone back in its cradle and returned to her work sorting out the financials that Reynard had messed up. 

It took ten minutes for Reynard to tear himself away from the products and make his way to her office. 

"I need to show you something, follow me," said Reynard sticking his head into the office for a moment, the first time he had ever stopped by her office actually. 

For a moment Adams considered reminding him that she was not one of his dolls to be ordered around but suppressed the urge, she would just make his death all the more painful. 

"What is it?" Asked Adams as she got up from her desk and followed Reynard down the hall to the elevator, taking note that the newest model Doll was in tow behind him as well as two Amazon guards dressed in barely anything like usual. 

"A new thing in the labs, the Doctor wanted both of us to see it," grunted Reynard. 

Adams nodded and stepped into the elevator with him. The ride down was silent. When the doors opened to the lab Adams stepped out and glanced over to see Jon working at his station. Glancing out of the small window at the production lines below she saw the other technicians working on dolls at various points of production. 

"Doctor, what do you have to show us?" asked Reynard. 

Adams rolled her eyes, he was enunciating his words too clearly and pausing after every one like someone reading a cue card, he was a horrible actor it seemed. 

Jon glanced up from his computer and his eyes flickered to Adams. 

"Play along," she mouthed at him. 

Jon stood and imperceptibly nodded. 

"Reynard, I wanted to show you a new process we have. I think I've solved the brain rejection at the 54 chromosome," said Jon. 

"Good!" said Reynard once more putting too much emphasis behind his words. 

Adams might not have been a scientist but she also knew that humans had only 46 chromosomes and they had nothing whatsoever to do with implant rejections, Reynard it appeared did not know this. 

"I'll show you, it's on the electron microscope," said Jon gesturing at the machine. 

"Ladies first," said Reynard. 

Adams rolled her eyes again but stepped towards Jon. His eyes flicked to the stack of papers next to the machine and she saw a note written in Japanese, a language she knew and one Jon was learning, they were after all planning an expansion into the Asian market. His calligraphy certainly needed improvement but the word was clear, gun. 




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Adams nodded and stepped up to the machine and reaching into the papers felt the Glock G21, her personal favorite, how Jon knew that was a question to ask latter. 

"Ready Doctor?" asked Reynard in a whisper that none the less carried across the room. 

"I think we're ready," said Jon his voice at normal levels. 

Adams pouted for a moment, she had really wanted to lead him on and continue watching him squirm but it seemed Jon wanted to get back to work. 

Turning around Adams leveled the gun at Reynard. 

The large man paled and Jon took a few steps away from him. 

"What, what are you doing?" Asked Reynard. 

Adams snorted. "What I should have done years ago," she paused and turned to Jon. 

"Was that a cliché?" She asked. 

"Yep." 

"Doesn't matter," she said and cocked the Glock in her hand. 

"Wait!" Reynard threw up his hands. 

"What?" asked Adams. 

"You can't kill me! I run this branch, I'm the one that reports to the board, without me they are going to ask questions!" Said Reynard. 

Adams rolled her eyes and making sure her aim was correct pulled the trigger. Reynard slumped to the ground a hole in his forehead, Adams frowned, she had been off center slightly. looking at him for a moment Adams set the gun down on the workbench next to her and took a breath. 

"Jesus, I thought you were going to hit me!" said Jon. 

"I know how to use a gun Doctor," Said Adams. 

"Still does not mean I'm happy with you firing a bullet anywhere in my direction," Said Jon. Leaning down he grabbed Reynard by his arms and lifted the man onto a gurney. 

"I mean what if you're not as perfect as you think you are and you had shot me? What then?" asked Jon. 

"I would have had to find a new head researcher," deadpanned Adams. 

Jon sighed, "Yes because that would turn out so well, it been almost a year and I'm still trying to figure out the stuff that Belial left behind." 

"Doctor." Threatened Adams. 

"What I can't even say his name?" 

"No," She said. 

Jon rolled his eyes and finished getting what was left of Reynard up onto the gurney turned back to Adams, "So, anything special with him?" he asked. 

"No, make sure no one finds the body," she said. 

Jon nodded, "I'll make sure, and you make sure I get my test subjects, I'm on the verge of a breakthrough that not even He," Jon emphasized it, "could even dream of." 

"I thought the new chips were your breakthrough," said Adams. 

Jon shrugged, "Sure, but that's hardware advancements. That's only natural technological progression. I'm talking about complete personality programming. Make a true slutty maid, or a kidnapped princess, or hell whatever you want be your slave!" he said laughing slightly at the idea. 

Adams considered it, "That would be a selling point if you can get it working. So far the only advancements you've made are the new chips in a single patient," said Adams pointing at the slave. 

The girl stepped forward and bowed, "Do you require my assistance Mistress?" she asked. 

Adams rolled her eyes, "Get it working on other subjects, and get this personality thing working and I'll fund the extra research. Until then continue making the same dolls as always," she said. 

"Roger that, I want my new test subject by tomorrow if you please," said Jon. 

"You'll have them," said Adams as she turned to leave and move into her new office. 

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*TECHNICAL DESCRIPTIONS / COMPANY SERVER 2185* 

PROJECT AMBROSIA 

Developed in joint effort by the Biotechnological, Chemical, and Cybernetic divisions of the Company and their subsidiaries Project Ambrosia is an attempt to create a panacea, a substance to cure all diseases known to man including the most virulent disease age. The focus of over three decades of research and experimentation results were varying. Several tests groups had to be euthanized as a result of rapid cognitive breakdown. The bodies of those left alive showed no further signs of aging nor were they affected by any but the most virulent diseases (Weaponized Smallpox obtained from the fall of the Soviet Union being one example of a disease that can overcome the Ambrosia formula.) The formula would be perfect if not for the fact that it completely wiped the brain clean, essentially reformatting it constantly as Ambrosia cycled through the patient healing and repairing every other biological system. 

Research for the past decade has been in solving this problem. The most promising candidate for the offsetting of this side effect came from all places within the Company the Doll branch. The BCI interfaces pioneered by *CENSORED* were able to for a short time prevent the brain from being reset. The lack of forward progress with the development of the BCI interfaces by *CENSORED* however held back the Ambrosia project. 

***** 

Chapter 10, the Company aspect were supposed to be the other story but their was never enough to go with. Chapter 10 marks what I'm going to call the mid point for this particular arc within The Company Universe, after this story ends it will not be the end of dealing with the Company. 

I love comments.



The True Master Ch. 11



February 25 2016: 

*The True Master* 

"What do you mean you found Beth?!" asked Tracy. 

I pulled up the schematic on the computer, "I found out where the Company bases its operations in the City. She's apparently being used as the test subject for the newest variant of Doll, her and a dozen other people." 

"Test subject!?" said Tracy her voice rising to such a level that I winced. 

"If it makes you feel better all of this stuff is experimental!" I said. 

Tracy turned to glare at me, Kate leaned over, "Not helping Master." 

I nodded and continued, "The building where they are based had their servers slaved to back up to the facility that Jeremy got me access to. I essentially have access to everything but the most secure servers in the building. Those secure servers happen to be the research and they have the source code for the dolls so no joy on finding anything to help me deactivate your chips. It did give me the tracking database though." 

Tracy blinked, "Tracking?" she asked. 

I nodded, "The older model Dolls, like all of you for example don't have active tracking. You're supposed to ping the Company whenever you're plugged into one of the tablets so they can keep track of you that way. The newer model like Beth have actual GPS tracking." 

I pointed at the small red dot representing her location inside the basement of the building she was in, her dot was clustered among a dozen other small red points. 

Dr. Song frowned, "could you show us all of the Dolls, not just the new ones?" 

I nodded and turned back to my computer, I had seen the raw data for this statistic already and it was not pretty. 

It took my computer and the entirety of the server farm I had slaved to my process to sort through and plot the data. The map quickly expanded and flattened out showing the entire world. 

A counter appeared at the bottom, and red dots slowly began to appear on the map. 

Within moments most of the largely populated sections of the United States were covered, Europe, China, Russia, the Middle East, every continent save Antarctica had at a few. The counter on the bottom of the screen quickly tallied the active trackers, topping out at 22,894. 

"They've been at this for a long time, and it's got to be an international effort," I said dejected. 

They stared at the display for a long time, looking at all of the different dots representing another woman under the control of a chip. A few men too, the tracking data showed general statistics, although the women were by far the more popular choice. 

"This is assuming that no one has done what I have as well, hacked into the dolls to figure out how they work and duplicated the process," 

"You think that's possible Master?" asked Kate speaking up for the first time. 

I shrugged, "It's not impossible as I've proven, and this has to be a billion dollar market. You think competing crime syndicates are going to be content to let someone corner the market?" I asked. 

Kate slowly shook her head. 

"What about Beth? Can you hack her chip or something?" asked Tracy. 

I hesitated, "The chips she has, and the programming inside of it are from what I can tell experimental, she's part of the first group they've tried them on, and hell she might have been the first. All of the data on its construction and protocols is stored offline in a non-networked server the data I have only referencing it. The new chip's designed to be in constant interface with a computer, to allow for more immediate and dramatic changes to the subjects programming." 

I leaned back and pulled up the analysis of Kate's chip, "And I've only just started to understand how the programming in your chips works. Hers could be based off of it like an incremental upgrade or it could be a completely new framework, I have no idea." 

Tracy was now glaring at me, and I sighed, "If I were able to get into it I have no idea what I would be able to do, I'm willing to bet I could hack into it but from there I have no idea what to do." I explained. 

She stared at me for a moment looking like she was going to argue, but slowly nodded and backed away from me falling into one of the analysis chairs and put her head in her hands. 

I blinked, considering the chairs for a moment as an idea struck me. 

"What are we going to do to save her then?" asked Helen. 

"I'm not sure, I need to test some things for now to figure out what might work," I hesitated for a moment, "We will be getting her back." 

The three of them looked at me for a moment and I glanced over at the clock, it was nearly three in the morning and I was exhausted. I had been up working on getting into the Companies systems until Kate had come down to get me, and then we had woken everyone to tell them what I had found. I had gotten barely any sleep the night before and my head was pounding. 

"I need to get some sleep first though," and getting to my feet I slowly made my way up the stairs, my eyes hurt just as much as my head and it felt as if I were walking along the deck of a ship in a pitched storm. The adrenaline surge from finding Beth already wearing away. 

I could see that Tracy wanted to argue with me, and for once I was glad that the chip in her head was keeping her complacent. 

Collapsing into the large bed I felt Kate lay down next to me, and reaching out I pulled her on top of me. She was dressed in only a thin camisole and I could feel the warmth of her skin through it. On top of me and with my hands on her body I could tell that she was excited, her chip thinking that despite my tiredness I might want her. 

For once, their wasn't a dominate thought in my head with her pressed against me. I was tired. I had been going at this nonstop for months since the night Kate had shown up on my doorstep. I was nearing some sort of limit, and near the end of the rope was where people lost concentration and made a mistake. 

Reaching around her I pulled Kate up until her head was on my chest, my arms around her shoulders simply holding her to me. I couldn't make a mistake, one slip up and she would be taken from me. 

-- 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

I woke up first, to find that I was still in the Master's embrace his arms around me and the musk of his skin and sweat flooding my senses. 

I took in a deep breath, feeling like I was melting away completely in his arms. 

"You awake?" asked Tracy. 

Turning over slowly so as not to wake the Master I looked at her, "yes." 

"Do you think we can get her back?" she asked. 

"Why wouldn't we be able too? The Master doesn't give up." 

Tracy nodded, "True, but despite that he's not any closer to turning off the chips is he?" 

I frowned, "You don't think he will be able to do it?" 

"It might not be possible for a single person to do it." 

I glanced up at the Master's face, it looked different when he slept the stress that was usually on display gone. 

"He will, we've made it this far." 

Tracy sighed, "We have, but even after all of this, after we save Beth, after he deactivates the chips our lives aren't going to be the same. We've got the proverbial mark of the devil now. We can't go back to what our lives were, even looking back on it now I can't imagine doing that," she hesitated for a moment. 

"Looking back on my life it feels like I was half asleep until the Master saved me. Like I wasn't really living, just going through the motions," said Tracy as she adjusted herself on the bed. 

"It's like everything is clearer now, more focused and precise." 

"We have implants in our heads. That's bound to do something to the way you see the world, reprograming people is possible, the rich and powerful are more corrupt and powerful than any other time in history, and they control the technology that could destroy the world. If those facts don't change your world view something is wrong with you." 

"Do you two have to be talking this early in the morning?" grumbled Helen. 

I glanced over at her, and then looked back at the Master and reaching out poked his cheek. He remained dead to the world and I turned back to Helen, "It's not bothering the Master." 

"It's bothering me," she groaned and turning back around she collected half of the comforter on the bed and disappeared. 

Shaking my head I slowly began to disentangle myself from the Master, in his sleep his arms were more relaxed and after some wriggling I managed to escape. 

Standing up and silently stretching I made my way to the bathroom and turning on the shower stepped into the hot stream of water. For several minutes I simply stood in the stream of water luxuriating, my mind wandered to what the Master had discovered yesterday Beth's fate. 

The Master would not stop, he would not leave her in the hands of the Company, not unlike how he refused to leave me under the control of the chip. Going up against the Company though was dangerous, and they wouldn't hesitate to kill us. 

I opened my eyes as the door to the large shower opened and the Master stepped inside. 

His eyes raked over me and demurely I struck a pose, extenuating the curves of my body for him to enjoy. 

The Master smiled, "Mind if I join you?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure Master, what do I get?" I asked even as he stepped into the water next to me, his body making it very obvious what he was going to do. 

The Master reached out and casually flicked my left nipple, sending a shock of sensation through my body. 

"What is it you want?" he asked. 

"I'm not sure Master," I said as I let my hands drift down to grip a particular part of his anatomy. 

He grinned, "I think I know exactly what you're after." 

"You sure you don't see anything you want Master?" I asked. 

"I see plenty of what I want." 

The Master carefully stepped around me his hands trailing across my skin as he moved, keeping me to him. 

I shuddered, the Master was always in control of me, but when he took me like this used me like this was when I felt it the most. 

"No cumming until I say so," he said. 

He pushed me up against the tiles of the shower and quickly entered me. 

I gasped, the Master was usually careful and he usually played with me before using me. I had told that he didn't have to, that I was always ready for him to use me but it had taken him a long time to get used to the idea. 

The Master moved slowly in and out, his hands on my hips holding and controlling me, directing me in how best to serve him. The warm water was streaming down my back, a pitiful amount of heat compared to what was building up inside of me. 

The Master grunted and his hands moved away from my waist and up to my shoulders. Moving away he turned me around and pressed my back up against the tile and continued. 

I put my arms around his neck and closed my eyes reveling in the feeling. 

The Master continued for several minutes, his slow pace beginning to quicken. 

"Now," he grunted. 

The pleasure inside of me, the heat spiked and a let out a shout. The Master froze still buried inside of me. For a moment the two of us hung there, until slowly he let us fall to the floor of the shower. 

"That's quite the morning greeting Master," I said as I got my breath back. 

He smiled. 

Everything was right in the world. 

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*The True Master* 

Looking over the helmet for a moment I weighed the thing in my hands, it really was an insane to try this. The consequences of implementing a completely new protocol based on something I had hacked together from the basic code of the Doll control protocols wasn't really the best way to test a theory. 

Still, I couldn't ask someone else to do it. Kate would volunteer without much input from her chip, Helen and Tracy would volunteer because of the chips, Dr. Song wasn't an option since she was crazy enough to want the helmet on in the first case, and Jeremy like any sane individual would refuse. 

Looking at the computer monitor I sighed and slowly lowered the thing on my head. For once I was being careful, the door to the basement was locked and Dr. Song was in the back room doing whatever it was she was trying to do with the second helmet. Taking off the thing in the middle of the test would cause a whole host of issues. 

Slipping it on I winced as the cold metal contacts touched my skin and interfaced, the points where the microwave inducers would fire their pulses into my brain and pick up the responses. 

I had stripped the program down to its basics, my computer was running in parallel with a cloned system so a crash wouldn't be detrimental and I would have enough time to safely exit the system. Still even with all of the precautions in place this was a dangerous operation. 

The helmet booted up and the computer showed that the connection had been made and it was ready to perform a POST. Leaning forward I pressed the button. 

It felt like someone had dunked me in an ice cold lake and set me on fire, my vision flickered in and out as my brain was bombarded by what was most likely a very unhealthy amount of radiation. The link was stable though, and it was so far working despite the discomfort I was feeling. 

Slowly I activated the next step of the test, a simple AES encryption brute forcing algorithm utilizing the parallel properties of the tertiary processor currently attached to the system to try and guess the password of the encrypted files. 

I actually felt the spike in the helmet as the program was offloaded into my own head. 

The human brain is despite the abilities of modern supercomputers still the most powerful processor in the known universe. Quantum computers come close in their abilities but besides the incredibly delicate one inside an NSA facility in Utah they were still mostly theoretical pipe dreams. The human brain though had been tuned by billions of years by evolution, and its capabilities were untapped in modern circles mostly due to the ethical considerations which I was for the moment trying to ignore. 

The processing power was not in the terms of calculations per second, the human brain is chemically driven. It will not keep up with the speed of an electrical system like a computer. The advantage is the parallel abilities inherent to it. A computer can only do a single task at once, sure it can do that one task incredibly quickly but still only a single operation at once. 

The human brain juggles and operates hundreds at once sometimes thousands. 

I winced as the computer began to run the program, and I felt my arms go dead. I couldn't stop the process now if I wanted too. My consciousness was overridden, it was after all irrelevant to the current process towards which I had set my brain to complete. 

I had no sense of time or consciousness, I was asleep. 

The next moment though I opened my eyes, and glanced at the clock. It had apparently taken only just under twenty minutes for the program to complete. 

The encryption key was sitting in front of me, the data files unlocked. 

What had taken the commandeered servers' days to go through had taken me less than half an hour. 

Smiling I took the helmet off of my head and set it down on the desk, berating myself slightly to even consider it I turned off one screen and looked at my reflection in it checking to make sure my eyes did not have a burst blood vessel, or that my nose or ears were bleeding. All common side effects in the movies of fucking with one's own brain, I wasn't bleeding though. Not that I couldn't have damaged something in my head but still, the bleeding would mean I had internal hemorrhaging of the brain and I would be dead in a moment or two anyway. 

Still it had at least worked, a direct interface from my computer to the human brain, and not to simply reprogram myself into some willing slave but to perform an actual function! This application alone, cracking an encryption scheme would mean I could in practice steal millions, no billions from banks. Hack into companies and governments for data! 

Shaking my head in wonder I stood and slowly made my way back up the stairs to the first floor of the house. I had tested it and not messed anything up, so moving forward with the next idea was possible. 

Kate, Helen and Tracy all looked up at me curiously as I opened the door. They were lounging in the living room the magazines and books strewn around them as they entertained themselves as I worked, none of them had much in the way of clothing but otherwise it looked like a perfectly normal scene. 

"Tracy, Kate, could I borrow you two?" I asked. 

"Yes," said Kate not missing a beat she put her book down and stood. Tracy nodded and stood as well. 

Leading the two of them back down to the basement I went into the back room, "Dr. Song You're going to want to see this," I said. 

The woman looked up from the helmet in front of her and multitude of books and other electronic components she was working with. 

"Alright, what are you doing?" She asked. 

"Experimenting with something like the helmet for you." I said. 

Her eyes widened and she stood brushing herself off and followed me back out into the main basement room. 

"Sit down in the chairs and plug yourselves in," I said pointing at the chairs addressing Kate and Tracy. 

The two looked at me and then back at one another. 

"What are you going to do?" asked Tracy. 

"I'm going to try and put you in Beth's shoes." 

Tracy blinked, "What?" she asked. 

I pulled up the specs for the new brain chip they had put in her, and how it hypothetically hooked up to the brain, "The new chip has access to almost every section of the brain, If I can put you in control of it she would be a puppet under your control." 

Tracy looked at me for a moment, "You want me to have control of Beth?" she asked. 

I nodded, "Although for the test it's going to simply feed her visuals into your own. Once we've got it working well enough you could simply walk her out of the building." 

Tracy looked skeptical but she nodded and sat down in the chair plugging the lead into the jack in the back of her head. 

I turned back to my computer, Tracy was already successfully connected and integrated into the system. 

"I'm not going to be able to see anything that you are, the data being streamed in is going to be in the raw format," I said. 

"What?" asked Tracy. 

"The computer has no way of making heads or tails of the data, so despite everything you're going to be seeing going through it first and then to your head we're going to have to rely on what you tell us about Beth's situation to form a plan to get her out." 

"So you can't take pictures of what she's seeing?" said Tracy. 

I nodded, "She's not a camera, heck you're going to be getting a direct image stream from her brain, I'm just betting that your brain will be able to adapt. But every brains different, like how we don't know if we all perceive the same color spectrum." 

Tracy nodded again, "Alright, but what should I be looking for?" 

I shrugged, "I could give you something to let me have greater access to the computer systems but for now all you're going to be doing is looking through Beth's eyes. So it's going to be disconcerting since you won't even be able to control your own gaze, just keep an eye out for anything that looks useful." 

"Very specific," deadpanned Tracy. 

"This is fascinating!" said Dr. Song as she looked between me and Tracy, "To even think that we have the ability to place someone's perception in front of your own!" 

Tracy rolled her eyes at the doctor and leaned back into the chair. 

"You might want to close your own eyes," I said. 

"What do you need me to do Master?" asked Kate. 

"Oh, yeah! I'm going to be borrowing your brain." 

Kate pursed her lips looking skeptical. 

"I figured out how to use the human brain as a parallel processor to break through encryption schemes, something that not even the biggest supercomputers can do." 




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Kate blinked, "So you can hack into anything?" 

I shook my head, "No, I can break encryption schemes. I have to already have access to the data to do so. And at the moment I've only tested it on symmetric encryption like AES, I'm not sure how it would fare against something like RSA or similar. The mathematics involved are different and I haven't written a program to test them yet." 

"So you can hack more stuff?" she asked, her face easily communicating that she had not understood a word of what I had said. 

"Yes," I said. 

"Alright then, let's do this!" 

I really needed to bring in another computer programmer, or hacker. I was doing things that were supposed to be decades off but I couldn't get any recognition for it or explain it to anyone. 

I turned around to my computer, the program already up and running I quickly began to assault on the Companies servers. To anyone observing the majority of the attack would look like a standard DDoS attack. In fact the majority of it was, the traffic originating from the collection of servers I already had under my control routing their traffic all over the world to make it look like a botnet attack. 

This was something that network engineers had to deal with on a daily basis and was the most common type of attack that showed up on the news, although it hardly qualified as hacking since all it did was slow things down. 

While that was keeping the Companies network engineers and firewalls busy though I was running a brute force attack on their SSH terminals. With Kate acting as another processor and my own successful tests of the scheme I was fairly confident we would be able to get access to their network. 

"You feeling OK?" I asked Kate as the program ran. 

"You started it? I don't feel anything," she said. 

I frowned and glanced back at her, she did appear to be handling it better than I had. Probably had something to do with her brain being better adapted to artificial input and processing. 

"Tracy? As soon as we break in we're not going to have much time so be quick," I said. 

"Ok!" 

It took only fifteen minutes to break through the Company firewalls, now that I knew where they were hiding them inside of their network and I had a way to break encryptions schemes, It seemed like it was almost too easy. 

"We're into the network Tracy, I'm looking for Beth." 

I was scanning all of the devices on the local network of the Company building I had no idea what Beth would look like on the network so it took a precious few minutes. I sorted out anything that had a standard office operating system which left me with a pool of over a dozen networked devices any one of which could have been Beth. 

The serial numbers inside of the addresses matched up though, and looking back at the data I already had on Beth I quickly narrowed the search. 

"Found her, this is probably going to feel weird Tracy," I said as I started the connection, a few hundred miles away the input from Beth's eyes was being funneled into a computer network and out of the Company servers into Tracy, who would hopefully be able to interrupt them. 

"I'm good!" she said. 

Tracy stiffened, her hands gripping at the chair's faux leather her nails almost puncturing it. 

"She OK?" asked Dr. Song concerned. 

"Should be, it's a one way street for data." 

Dr. Song stepped up to Tracy and pinched her arm, the woman didn't respond. 

"God damn it," I turned back around to my computer, the data stream was still active. I looked at it more closely, there was a lot of data nearly ten gigabytes a second. 

"Tracy!" shouted Kate. 

I turned around, Tracy was standing but her stance was wrong, her limbs were stiff and the only expression I could use to describe her was robotic. 

Her eyes were open, and she was staring directly at me. I shivered, the look in her eyes was not Tracy. 

I glanced back at my computer, the data stream was spiking again going far past what my ISP should have allowed. Whatever was going on here it was beyond my control. 

"I'm going to cancel this!" I said. 

I began to quickly type in the commands that would cancel the link. 

"Master!" 

I glanced back around Tracy had turned to the laptop that was next to her analysis chair, and her hands were moving more quickly than even I could type. 

"Shit," I strode across the room towards her, she made no move to stop me when I reached up and pulled the jack out of the back of her head. 

For a moment Tracy remained standing, and then pitching forward she collapsed into the chair limp. 

"Don't unplug yourself!" I said to Kate. 

"Song!" I shouted. 

It took a moment but the resident doctor made her way out of the back room where she had set up her lab. 

"What that hell happened?!" she shouted. 

"I was running an experiment, Tracy started behaving weird and I couldn't shut down the process logically, so I went for the physical shutdown." 

Dr. Song nodded, and stooping down she slowly rolled Tracy over on her chair. Pulling a small penlight from somewhere she opened on of Tracy's eyes and shined the light in. 

"She's responsive at least." 

I nodded, and moving back to the computer I ran the shutdown command. Within moments the normally very loud computer was turned off and the basement was suddenly very quite. 

"You can disconnect now," I told Kate. 

She nodded and disengaged the cable. 

The two of us went over to stand next to the doctor and Tracy. 

"It looks like she went into shock, but she should recover," said Dr. Song. 

"Good," Leaning over I picked up the laptop. 

"What happened?" asked Kate. 

I looked at the laptop for a moment, and studied the commands that Tracy had entered. 

"The Company's a step ahead," I breathed. 

"What?" asked Kate. 

"The Company hacked us instead of the other way around. Tracy just sent our IP to the Company. We need to leave," I said as I read through the commands. Here I was thinking I had the upper hand that we were going to save Beth. 

Furious I threw the laptop down on the ground watching its screen crack. Stalking over to my computer I unplugged the laptop and the two redundant backup drives. 

Leaning over to the side of my server of a computer I flipped a switch, the power supply units inside the things switched on and dumped the full AC current into the motherboards and peripherals. We didn't have time for a more destructive solution. 

"Grab anything you want we're leaving in five minutes," I said. 

Kate and Dr. Song looked at one another, "We're leaving?" asked Kate. 

"The Company know where we are, she just sent them our location. We have to go!" I said. 

-- 

-- 

*The True Slave* 

The Master was shouting different things yelling at everyone to get warm clothes on and get into the cars now. 

Tracy was still out of it, and I had to half carry her upstairs and help her get dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. 

"Let's go!" shouted the Master as he burst into the room and grabbed his jacket from the closet. 

"What about all of this?" I asked waving my hands around the room and the house in general. 

"I would say we should burn it but that's liable to get out of control too quickly. The Company knows where we are Kate, they might even know who we are. We have to leave now!" he said. 

The Master blinked and looked at Tracy, "she feeling better?" he asked. 

"What happened?" asked Tracy her voice barely audible still sounding like she was out of it. 

"We'll figure that out later, we have to go!" 

The Master hurried the both of us back down to the garage, two cars were idling in the driveway, Jeremy and Dr. Song in one and Helen was behind the wheel of the Master's car. He quickly opened the back door and threw his laptop in and then gestured for me and Tracy to get inside. 

Slamming the door behind us he jumped into the passenger seat. 

"Let's go!" he said. 

Helen hit the gas and the car jerked forwards. 

The Master pulled out his cell phone and quickly dialed. 

"You and Dr. Song should be safe, ditch the cell phone when we get back to town. We're going to have to go on the run again and set up somewhere else." 

The Master listened for several moments and I heard Dr. Song shouting through the phone. 

"That's just stupid!" said the Master raising his voice as well. 

He listened again for a moment. 

"Fine, still toss the phones." 

The Master disconnected the call. Rolling down the window he then tossed the cell phone out the window. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

"They don't want to split up, or rather Jeremy doesn't really care and Dr. Song doesn't want too. They're being stupid." 

"What do you think happened?" I asked. 

The Master turned and looked back at Tracy who still seemed a little bit dazed. 

"My guess is they put a call home protocol in the dolls after what happened with you, and enough of that programming filtered in through Beth to Tracy for it to operate," he sighed. 

"At least that tells me the different generations of chips are backwards compatible, meaning the newer programming should be based on what you guys have." 

The Master leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes. 

There was a slight twitch in his cheek and for several minutes he said nothing as Helen continued to drive down the winding road. 

"Master?" I asked. 

"What the hell am I doing? I honestly thought I would be able to take down a multinational by hacking into it, by pulling out just a few of the foundations. I can't even save one person, I can't even save you and I've had access to your programming for months!" 

The Master's hand whipped out and hit the door, the plastic paneling cracked and the metal groaned for a moment. 

"Now we're on the run again, I'm going to have to start over again, every fucking thing I do only makes things worse!" 

I didn't know what to say to the Master, I didn't know what we could do. 

-- 

-- 

February 26 2016: 

*The Company* 

"What did you get?" asked Adams as she took another sip of her Coffee. Jon had called her in the middle of the night and had immediately gone off about some sort of homing program. 

"For the newer models of the Doll's you know the ones I've been working on. I had the techs put in a homing program. Someone tries to tamper with the code or the mechanisms and the Dolls call home telling us what happened." 

"Alright, but we've not distributed any of the newer models yet. The only ones in service are here, and you've made what? Five?" 

Jon shrugged, "Five, twenty, something like that, but you're right we've not distributed any of them." 

"Then why call me in them idle of the night?" 

"Because someone tried to hack into one of the new ones, it was a standard cyberattack from what the techs have told me up until they accessed on of the newer dolls and linked it to an older model. We only know of one person at the moment who's hacking into our dolls." 

"That Marcus guy, the one that has the defective doll Belial messed with," said Adams as she put the coffee aside no longer needed. 

Jon nodded, "yep, and we've got a location. Could we use this opportunity to test the other protocols?" 

"The offensive programming in the new models?" asked Adams. 

Jon nodded, "We've got all of the training complied from those different brain scans, why not put it to use?" 

Adams closed her eyes and thought for a moment, "Do it." 

-- 

-- 

February 27 2016: 

*The True Slave* 

All of yesterday we had driven south, the cold weather that I had gotten used to at the cabin quickly faded as we retreated through the states each one blurring past as we went. 

Tracy had recovered well enough, the Master hadn't let her drive the car worried about her passing out or suffering other ill effects. 

He'd spent most of yesterday in the backseat of the car with her, his laptop attached to the chip in the back of her head as he ran tests and compared things to make sure that whatever had happened to her would not repeat. 

We had finally stopped in some diner off of the side of the high way, and piled out. 

Dr. Song and Jeremy had been together in the car behind us for most of the day and just between the two of them swapping drivers they looked more worn out than I felt. 

"Could we please just check into a motel or something?" asked Jeremy as he sat down in the booth next to the Master. 

"We need to keep moving, use more of the back roads and avoid cameras," said the Master in a whisper as the bored looking waitress came by and took our order, everyone getting a strong cup of coffee. 

"We've traveled something like a thousand miles, they can't track us this far even if they were tracking us in the beginning," said Jeremy. 

The Master looked over at him plainly irritated, "what's that supposed to mean?" he asked. 

"You're paranoid, I've never had someone track me across state lines," said Jeremy. 

"Nothing you've done would put a multi-billion dollar industry at risk," snapped the Master. 

"Will both of you stop?" said Dr. Song, "We're all exhausted and I don't feel like playing mediator right now!" she said. 

The Master and Jeremy glowered at her but listened. 

For several minutes everyone around the table was silent as we nursed our coffee and waited for the food to arrive. 

Looking out of the window I watched the cars as they drove past the small diner, mostly old beat up cars that were fitting enough for the out of the way place we had stopped. Trucks and cars that were from the 70's. 

As I watched my mind elsewhere it took a moment to recognize the black van, it was clean and couldn't have been more than a year old based on how everything looked. By the time my mind registered the oddity the van had pulled up into the lot next to the two cars of our group. 

"Master!" 

He looked up just in time to see the people streaming out of the van, all of them dressed in black combat gear with the words of a certain three letter agency emblazoned on their uniforms. 

The men charged into the dinner, the waitress carrying our food let out a blood curdling screech as they started to yell for everyone to get down on the ground. 

Jeremy was the first to react, he scrambled up out of his eat and bolted towards the kitchen of the restaurant. He didn't make it far one on the black suited men simply raised a gun and fired, instead of the bang of a gunshot there was only a slight hiss of air. 

Jeremy collapsed onto another table a barbed needle syringe sticking out of his back. 

Before Dr. Song could even turn a similar needle made it into her neck. 

The Master turned to look at me, and he shouted something I couldn't hear as the world faded to black. 

-- 

-- 

*The True Master* 

I opened my eyes slowly, and my stomach rebelled. 

Without thinking I leaned to the side and retched, bile and sick fell onto the floor and all I could do for several moments was purge my stomach. 

"Is he alright?" asked a female voice. 

"He's fine. Our friend here gave him a rather high dosage of tranquillizers, some people react rather badly to them," said another voice male this time. 

Spitting to try and get the taste out of my mouth I looked up. A woman dressed in a suit cut to her frame and a thin man dressed in clothes that were too large for him were standing in front of me. Flanking them were several of the people who had abducted us. Beth stood among them dressed up in the armor as well. 

I swallowed but didn't say anything. 

I was strapped into a chair movie style, leather bands around my wrist and up my arms, around my legs and my chest keeping me nearly immobile in the chair. 

"Well it's nice to finally meet you Mr. Roland. You've caused quite a lot of trouble for us," said the woman. 

I spat out another bit of bile and looked at the woman, "You know my name, what's yours?" I asked. 

"You can just call me Adams," said the woman. 

"Well what now Adams?" I asked, trying to act more confident then I was. 

The woman smiled, "I'm going to kill you, there's no avoiding that considering how much headway you've made." 

The woman walked over to a desk and picked up one of the helmets, "You've managed to break into the very tight security we have on our products, and you were in the process of duplicating it." 

She lifted the helmet that Dr. Song had made and I had programmed, it hadn't been attached to my computer when we left the cabin, so its memory was still full of all the data pertaining to the reprogramming. 

I glared at the woman. 

"It's simple, I want to know who you were working with and how much of the dolls programming you were able to duplicate," she said as she placed the helmet back down. 

"No one. I was trying to figure out how to counteract the programming." 

She raised an eye at that and sat down in the chair across from me. 

"So out of the goodness of your heart you dumped your job and life, assaulted a man and stole his money, then broke into some very heavily secured servers. All while resisting the temptations of not one but three dolls designed for nothing else but to illicit a sexual reaction in men." 

"They're not doll's they're people," I growled. 

Dams rolled her eyes and leaned back, "So you did have sex with them. So much for your morality." 

"I'm ready to pay for what I did, and I have every intention of freeing them from the likes of you!" I said. 

Adams sighed, "You want to tell me who you were working for? Do that and we'll just kill you quickly. If not we just stick an Interface in your head and then ask you. Then we tell you to pick up a gun and kill yourself." 

"So what are you going to do when I tell you the same thing with the chip? It's only a matter of time until someone else figures out like I did." 

Adams stood, "and the same thing will happen to them." 

She motioned and the man in the frumpy clothes shuffled forwards, sticking me in the neck with something. 

-- 

-- 

The world was black, shapes were flickering around the edges of my vision. After what felt like hours the indistinct form of a man materialized in front of me. 

I wondered what the hell was in the drugs they had given me. 

"You're not dreaming," said the man. 

I blinked, trying to focus my eyes. 

"What?" I asked. 

"You're not dreaming, this is more like an interactive chat program. You've made it far enough for me to trust you," said the man. 

My vision focused and I found myself some sort of empty room, the only solid objects in front of me seemed to be the table and chairs from the interrogation room. 

"What?" I repeated. 

The man across from me didn't look solid, his form was hazy almost like he was composed of gas or liquid. The most indistinct feature was the face. 

"You made it far enough into the scenario, I can trust you with the technology." 

"Do I have to repeat myself again?" I asked. 

The man chuckled, "No, I guess you do deserve some amount of an explanation." 

He leaned back in his chair, and putting his feet up on the table spread his arms out wide, "I invented the Interface, or the chips as you call them." 

"And you are?" I asked. 

"Belial, I was there at the beginning when the Company came to me, they had gotten their hands on what research I had already done and they wanted more. I was already known for having little in the way of moral restrictions, but even I had reservations about what they were going to do, the ability to control the human mind and all the Company can do is think with their dicks." 

Despite the oddness of my surroundings and the man in front of me I chuckled, "I had a similar thought." 

"Of course you did, but we'll get back to that," Belial waved his hand and an image flashed up on the wall, a woman kneeling in front of some portly man. 




The True Master Ch. 11



"The first success was a little over ten years ago back in 2005. You know looking back on it now that time seems so innocent, no cell phones, no social media, no Interfaces," said the man musing. 

I looked at him and tried to clear my head, "If you were against development of the Interfaces as you call them why help the Company?" 

The formless man shrugged, "They already had the preliminary research from several sources, I wasn't the only one working on it. So they would have succeeded in creating the technology in any case. I figured I had better retain control of it. So for nearly ten years I helped the Company make their idiotic dolls." 

"You kidnapped and enslaved thousands, tens of thousands of people!" I said. 

"History if full of enslavement, the powerful will always prey on the week. Anyone who thinks that will ever change is fooling themselves," said the man severely. 

I glared at him for a moment, "that's not a justification." 

"No, but it is an explanation. Do you want me to continue explaining or are we going to have to pause every few moments to suffer your moral grandstanding?" 

I raised an eyebrow but shook my head. 

"Good. I helped the Company develop its dolls, but around 2010 I made another breakthrough. One I kept to myself and one you've only touched on." 

"The integration of personalities and the chips programming?" I asked. 

He nodded, "that little step was the key to everything, although the version you've managed is useful it is nothing near the complete potential. You're subjects are in a state somewhere between a doll and a human. The fully realized version would be many times better than a human." 

He flicked his hand and another an MRI scan appeared on the wall. It showed two scans, one with a smaller chip embedded in the back of the brain near the limbic system and another with the limbic implant as well as something much smaller in the hippocampus. 

"Memory integration and manipulation of complex neurological pathways," said Belial. 

I looked at the man stunned for a moment. 

He smiled, "Your one of the few who got the implications of that straight away, but then you would." 

I stood up and, ignoring the presence of anything that actually resembled a floor I walked over to the image. 

"You can implant memories, experiences and skills!" 

Belial nodded, "It's more of a transplant. I couldn't write a program with enough complexity to give anyone a skill, but I was able to copy skills and memories from one person and move them to another brain." 

"Could you store them?" I asked. 

Belial laughed, "Of course, why not? The brain is simply an electro-chemical supercomputer. I'm sure a lot of people would like to postulate that inside it all theirs some intangible soul but then I don't ascribe to that theory, and neither do you." 

I didn't say anything. 

"I made this development around 2010 and that's when I started to plan how to make sure my technology wouldn't be forever wasted on sex dolls and short sighted Company CEO's with no imagination. I continued to feed the Company small developments over the next few years, actually leading them away from the path of development I had gone down for the memory implantation and copying while I put the finishing touches on my plan." 

Belial stood up and another image appeared on the screen, it showed another brain image next to a body in a hospital bed being kept on life support. I felt an unnatural chill run down my spine for some reason. 

"Adam Shells, a young man who decided to go motor biking without a helmet. Ended up spraying a good portion of his internal organs across the road, and banged up his head in the process. No family, and no brain activity to speak of, rather expected given the trauma," Belial pointed at the brain scan showing a rather messed up brain. 

"He's the base. The blank slate on which the next five years of work were done. It took me a long time to figure out how to mesh memories experiences and skills together well enough so that their were no conflicts. He's got the raw intelligence of a Harvard graduate, the problem solving skills of an engineer, the ruthlessness of a solider, the charisma of a politician, and a much better moral compass than my own," said Belial. 

"So you built a perfect person, by harvesting and using memories and experiences from others?" I asked. 

"I'm not sure I would use perfect, but certainly an upgrade over me. I wanted someone who I could trust with the Interface technology. What better wat to ensure that than build that person myself?" 

He was silent for a moment, and continued to look back at me over the table. 

"You're going to say it's me." 

Belial chuckled, "You've performed perfectly. I didn't expect you to make it this far without getting caught." 

I stared at the mad man for a moment, and my mind tried to reject what he was saying, I reached back into my childhood memories searching for an error or misplaced item. I tried to reason out how whatever was going on in my head was insane, that I wasn't a product of some insane megalomaniacs programming. 

"I got some of your memories, didn't I?" I asked. 

Belial smiled, "You got a fragmented copy of my own knowledge and coding skill for the Interface." 

I nodded, "Which is why I was able to reverse engineer and modify the code on the chips so quickly. Did you put something in place so I would ignore how strange it was that I could do those things so quickly? Program something that should have taken months?" 

"No, that was your ego," said Belial. 

I glared at the man, and sighed. 

"You're not going to argue?" he asked. 

"What would be the point, if you're telling the truth it's not like I'm going to change anything I'm trying to do. You might have encoded the morality too well into me, or much more likely this is all a bad dream because I'm getting a chip implanted into my head at this very moment so the Company hacks can interrogate me." 

Belial clapped his hands together, "exactly! That's how I prove it. You see I never implanted you with the limbic control system, or as you think of it the V1 of the chips. You have only the V2 enhancement, the implant in the hippocampus which influences memory and thoughts. Your little chip has a special override, you'll get the commands from the implant but you won't have to follow them." 

I shrugged, "Alright we'll see then. Can I ask questions then or are we on a schedule?" I asked. 

Belial shrugged, "Go ahead." 

"Where are you in the real world? If this is all in my head?" 

"I'm dead." 

I blinked, "what?" 

"I'm dead, I knew too much, I might have also been tempted to wrest control away from you and that would defeat the whole premise of building someone better than me to be responsible for the Interface technology. So the plan was after I started your program I'd off myself. I could've changed my mind, like I said this is more of a chat program than anything," he patted his chest. 

"So I shouldn't take your word that you're gone," 

"Probably not no." 

"Alright then, Kate?" 

Belial smiled, "Ah, Kate. She's the companion piece, the complimentary focus for everything you did. I didn't program her, it took five years to create one complete person. So inside the Companies servers I left a few flags and a small subroutine. When the correct match to your morality was found she would be sent to you," 

"Correct match?" 

"A man always fights better when he has something to protect, I could have just left you the information, a few backdoors into the Companies servers to investigate them and then get caught, but that's hardly much of a test for your morality." 

"So her missing memories?" I asked. 

"A byproduct of the necessary subroutines inside her programming. The Interface she has took in the full Company Doll programming, I wrote a program that would let her overcome it and find her way to you. The program also disabled and erased all data related to her as a security measure." 

"Are the memories their?" I asked. 

Belial shrugged, "I have no idea she wasn't important for the project. You were." 

I was around the table in moments his malformed and indistinct shirt in my hands as I lifted him up. 

"Not important! You took her life away!" I shouted. 

Belial put his hands on mine, "Nice to see the morality is still well ingrained. The Company had already kidnapped her and put the Interface in her. She was going to be a Doll in any case, she just happened to fit the parameters for you." 

I dropped Belial and he landed on his feet, I turned away from him. 

"What were those parameters?" I asked. 

"Ah, well their were quite a few but the most important one was her innate inclination to a relationship with differing amounts of power and control. She truly enjoys being your slave." 

I turned around to look at Belial again but I couldn't think of anything more to say. 

"How do you know it's not programmed in?" I asked. 

"As much programming as I can implement into the human brain, there are still emergent properties just like in any complex system. Some would call that a soul, I wouldn't but the point is that these emergent properties are not ingrained in any particular part of the brain nor are they subject to manipulation without completely destroying the mind they inhabit," said Belial. 

"So now what? I'm getting the limbic implant, and if this isn't all some weird dream what do I do next?" 

Belial smiled, his teeth an odd whiteness in the haziness of his face, "You take control of this small arm of the Company and move forwards." 

"I'm not going to enslave people!" I shouted. 

"So you're going to tell the government, tell the press what the Company has been doing?" asked Belial. 

I hesitated, "No." 

"We have already stolen the fire, we've opened Pandora's Box, and we've become the destroyer of worlds. You can't stop the march of progress and technological progression. My invention, it allows man for the first time to reach into himself and modify, change his very core. If we want to continue evolving we can't remain separate from our technology forever. This is the first step in joining with it," said Belial. 

I shook my head in amazement, "You're insane!" I said. 

He nodded, "maybe but that's the reason I made you. I need someone who can be trusted to guide this technology. Make sure it's not used by the rich and powerful to sate their more base desires! Make sure it's used for something better!" 

"Like what? From what I've seen this technology you invented has done only harm," I said. 

Belial scoffed, "You can't be that short sighted, when we first discovered radiation we thought it would only ever cause harm now we use it in daily medical procedures. You could do anything you wanted! The whole reason I made you was to make sure that it was used correctly!" 

Belial slammed his hand into the table, "pointless wars, pointless suffering, the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer. With this technology you could wrest control from the so called leaders of the world and fix everything!" 

I glared at him, "People said the same thing about the nuke, and despite its power we still have wars, we still have inequality because trying to fix the world by threatening it doesn't help anyone! You can't take over the world with just a small bit of technology!" 

Belial and I glared at one another and then he sighed, "This is why I made you, to make sure it's used correctly. I can't do that, I'm a sociopath at my core and the power would be too tempting. You will perhaps be the ultimate test to the phrase, ultimate power corrupts absolutely." 

"You're just a coward who doesn't want to deal with the consequences of what he's done. You're trying to make this out like your all noble, but you're a fucking coward! You dump this mess off on someone else and expect them to deal with it!?" I shouted. 

Belial considered me for a moment and then nodded, "Yep." 

He glanced over at the smoky wall where he had been display images, "Also time for you to go. This entire conversation was played out incredibly slowly to keep your brain activity near that of a comatose patient. You've been out for about three days. Remember 'I opened the box in 05' enter that on a company terminal and you'll have full access to my notes as well as root access to everything inside the Doll arm of the Company." 

"Wait!" 

Belial stood and all around me the world began to fade to black. 

-- 

-- 

My eyes snapped open, and disturbingly the irises independently began to adapt to the light in the room, the right eye taking slightly longer then the left. A very prominent sign that my brain was at its biological breaking point. 

"Stand up." 

I felt an odd impulse like a multitude of hands were reaching out and directing my limbs, which quickly directed me to stand next to my bed. 

The woman from before, Adams was standing in front of me. 

"Everything operating?" she asked. 

The man, the scientist from before nodded, "Nothing wrong, he's good to go." 

Adams nodded, "Go sit in the chair," she said pointing towards a small chair in the corner of the room. 

Once again my limbs moved of their own volition, and I sat. 

Reaching around the scientist held out a cable and snapped it to the back of my neck. I now had a port similar to Kate's. When the connector clicked home I felt a small charge, once again both of my eyes went through the odd focusing routine. It felt odd, and following the feeling I realized I could tell what the scientist was doing on the tablet, the entire operational structure of the device was open to me. 

For a moment I was stunned, it wasn't so much that I could see but feel. I could feel the data moving from the CPU cache and registers to external RAM, I could feel the operating system making queries through its process trees, the individual threads of the processes. I couldn't understand any of it, but I could feel it. 

"Who were you working for?" asked Adams. 

Well it was time to test the claim that was either something my brain had produced in a fugue state or perhaps more frighteningly confirm that it had not been something my brain produced. 

"Some organization in New York. I never knew which group," I said. 

Adams nodded her head, oblivious to my inner turmoil. 

"The Russians?" asked Adams turning back to the scientist. 

He shrugged, "No idea. They were looking into getting at our research back in 2009 but we haven't heard much from them since." 

Adams seemed to consider this for a moment, slowly I tried to figure out what the hell was going on with the Interface. 

All Belial had given me was the ability to resist anything fed in through the thing, I couldn't really control computers with my mind apparently. Still leveraged correctly the ability to easily resist a command would afford me an opportunity at some point. 

"Did you get any of your contacts names?" asked Adams. 

"Belial," I said. 

Her face froze and then very slowly began to turn red. 

"Belial!" she shouted. 

I remained impassive doing my best to act like an automaton. 

She rounded and stomped out of the room, hastily setting down the computer tablet I was still attached to the scientist followed after her. 

This was my opportunity if there ever was one. 

I grabbed the tablet, and brining up a terminal as quickly as I could I entered the code that Belial or the memory of Belial, whatever he had been gave me. 

The password worked, and within moments I was redirected to a simple file directory. Glancing at the address for the files I could see that it was a semi mobile encrypted data package that was constantly propagating and bouncing around the Companies servers. With the data inside of it I had access to everything, the data logs and research, the monetary assets, and most importantly the security feeds and the source code for the Interface programming. A cursory glance at the security system showed that it was running facial recognition on everyone in the building. 

I smiled, one I had logged into the system the name hovering next to my face was Belial. He had put me into the system it seemed. 

Activating one of the more senior functions in the security system I set the building to ignore my movements, and did a quick search for Kate. 

A security feed showed a cell that was labeled to be only two floors below me, Kate, Tracy, Helen, Dr. Song, and Jeremy were all inside of it with her. Standing guard just outside the cell door was Beth dressed in the combat armor I had seen on her earlier. Apparently her police training was being put to use. 

Reaching up I disengaged the cord from my neck, and strode out of the room. 

The phrase is that confidence will get you through most situations, act like you know what you are doing and people will believe you. It's a little hard to be confident when your ass is showing in a medical gown but I apparently had a confident enough aura. 

A few people glanced at me as I walked past but no one tried to stop me so I continued, reaching the stairs I padded down the two flights. At the next landing I stepped through the door into what I could only describe as an airlock of sorts, thankfully without any actual guard in it and only a camera. 

A handprint scanner and iris scanner were embedded in the wall beside the far door. Even without the security system alerting them to my absence I doubted I had much time before Adams and her cronies noticed my absence. 

I stepped up to the scanners, put my hand down and placed my chin on the guard for the eye scan. 

Both devices made a happy chirp and the door in front of my slid open. 

The mood inside was different, the room upstairs had been clinical and professional. This room was cold and a feeling of defeat hung over it. Looking around I saw men and women sitting in cells, with a disproportion of 3 to 1 of more women then men. This was where the Company kept their raw product. 

A few people looked up when I entered, but before they could manage any words I had swept past them towards the other side of the floor where the single solitary difference was Beth standing guard in front of the cell. 

As I approached her she turned to look at me her eyes still impassive. I continued forwards, she was linked to the security system of the building and was therefore subject to all of its directives. I was a top level asset in that system now, so anything I told her would be followed. 

She didn't move as I approached. 

"Master!" shouted Kate. 

Everyone in the cell quickly jumped to the bars, "Marcus!" said Dr. Song. 

I smiled, "Beth, open the cell," I said. 

Beth turned and punched in the code to the cell doors opening the bars. 

People all around us were starting to yell, I turned around. 

"I know this is fucked up but I can't get everyone out now! I'll be back!" I shouted. 

That didn't really calm anyone not that I had expected it too. 

"Beth, protect me and call any other Dolls who are security enabled to converge on us, accepting commands from no one else but me. If you're still bouncing around in their I'll get you out in a few hours but for now I need you as is, understand?" I asked. 

The impassivity of the Doll's face didn't change but I would like to think I didn't imagine the twinkle in the eyes. 

"Alright let's go!" I shouted. 

Kate threw herself at me, "Master!" she said. 

I smiled, or at least forced one onto my face. She and I were just another part of Belial's program, and even having knowledge of it like I did I wasn't going to deviate. The thought to just grab everyone and run, escape the Company had gone through my head, but like Belial had said they would only continue their work and perhaps improve and make something truly dangerous. 




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Better to have someone who knew what they were doing act as the one in charge. Which was apparently going to be me. 

"How did you escape?" asked Dr. Song. 

"Long story, complicated story," I said. 

"You have an implant in the back of your head, how do we know you're not playing out a program?" Asked Dr. Song. 

Kate paused, and looked at me for a moment. 

"You want me to be completely honest?" I asked. 

Dr. Song nodded. 

"I am playing out a program, I apparently have been this entire time since before I met Kate. So we can either follow it to the end where the Company is destroyed or we can deviate and let them win." 

Dr. Song looked nonplussed but nodded, "Alright continue then." 

"I'm getting out of here!" said Jeremy. 

"Can you wait five minutes? You're going to set off every security system in the building if you make a break for the exit," I said. 

Jeremy looked at me like I was crazy but then raised his hands, "Fine." 

"What do you mean you're running a program!?" asked Kate. 

"Later!" I said. 

"Beth, have security restrain Adams and that scientist she was with, anyone else they are with put them in the main office wherever that is," I said. 

Beth nodded once. 

"How'd you get control?" asked Tracy as she followed almost directly in Beth's shadow trying to wake her up. 

"Later! I'll explain everything later!" I said as I continued to walk forwards. 

Opening the door to the prison cell level I stepped back into the normal bland stairwell of the office building. 

"Oye!" Jeremy shouted from behind me, I turned around just in time to get hit in the face with a gray folded piece of fabric. Grabbing it and unfolding it I saw that it was one of the jumpsuits that he and everyone else was dressed in. 

"The girls might like your ass but I'd prefer not to see it!" he said. 

"Thanks." 

I slipped into the thing and we continued back up the stairs, passing the medical level where I had been and entering the higher level of the building. 

As I pushed open the doors from the stairs several of the Doll's in the hallway snapped to look at me, they were like Beth, except most of them had masks and helmets on over their faces. 

Ignoring them and trying to clear my own head I strode forwards towards the main office. 

*****



The True Master Ch. 12



February 30 2016: 

*The True Master* 

As I strode into the office I let a vicious smile creep onto my face. 

Adams and the scientist she had been walking around with were both on the ground, each with three of the security Dolls on top of them holding them down. 

"Comfortable?" I asked leaning down so she could look me in the eyes. 

Adam's eyes comically bugged out as she tried to look up at me. 

"You!" She said, "How the hell did you do this!?" 

"Take him to one of those cells," I said to the three dolls holding the scientist. In a smooth motion they lifted the man to his feet and dragged him out of the room back down to the cells I had just gotten Kate and the others out of. 

Still smiling as the doors closed behind the security dolls I stepped up to the main computer console on the desk in the rather ornately overdone office, it had large glass windows overlooking the city with nothing else obstructing the view. From up here you felt like a god looking down on the world of man. 

"Do you believe in reincarnation Adams?" I asked still looking out at the city my back to her. 

"What?" 

Turning around I looked at the three security Dolls. 

"Let her up but keep her restrained." 

The three Dolls hauled the Director to her feet and I turned her to face her. 

"Do you believe in reincarnation? It's a simple question," I said iterating all of my words as clearly as possible 

"No," she spat. 

"Shame, because you're looking at the closest example." 

I sat down at the desk and pulling the keyboard towards me quickly typed in the override command. The system in front of me hung for a moment, and then granted me access to everything in the building and far beyond. I wasn't in control of the Company, but I was in control of this particular branch of operations. 

"I'm what Belial worked on for the last five years. An amalgamation of a thousand different people and personalities, and I've got all the memories Belial could pull from his own head," I tapped my skull, "I'm what the technology the Company squanders can actually do. Belial gave me everything I would need to take over here, I could have just walked in and taken over months ago." 

I held my hand out to Kate, she looked confused and apprehensive but quickly stepped over to me. 

"But Belial didn't want another Company megalomaniac in control of this technology," I tapped the Interface on the back of Kate's neck. 

"It's got the power to change the world, and all you could manage to do with it in a decade was earn some money. It's pathetic. He made me to run the Company and ensure that the technology he created is put to proper use. Call it an extreme form of nepotism." 

Adams' face was red and she looked like she was going to burst a vein. She was certainly not happy, that much was obvious. 

"Where is that bastard?" she growled. 

I shrugged, "He told me he was dead, I'm not sure I believed him. Belial's not going to interfere here in any case. I'm the end game that he was working towards for this particular venture." 

"You don't think you can just waltz in here and take control do you? I don't care what Belial stuck in your head, you can't run this branch without the other Directors finding out!" 

I nodded, "That's true, but you already know what I'm going to do. One little bit of surgery and you'll do anything I say." 

She paled, "The dolls can't run anything! They're too stupid! You do that and the Board will know!" she said. 

I rolled my eyes, "That's an ineptitude on your part. Hiring inferior and unimaginative programmers will yield poor results. Belial left me with quite a bit of work to finish but I'm certain you'll make an excellent test subject for the most lifelike doll the world has ever seen." 

She stared at me for a moment, "You're just as insane as he is! You're acting like you can this technology to take over the world!" 

I smiled, "I hope I'm not that much of a cliché, besides running the world sounds like far too much work. I could help fix it though, get the politicians to do the right thing instead of obsessing over reelection, either with the blackmail the Company has on them, bribes, or by sticking chips in their heads. I can use the money you get from the greedy pampered bastards of the world to actually fix things. Within a decade the world will be far better off than the shithole it is now." 

"You're crazy, how the hell can't any of you see that he's crazy! All I did was run a business! Slavery has been around since the dawn of time, it's only gotten more secretive but it's more prevalent today than ever! That's just the way the world works!" Shouted Adams as she tried to look at Kate and everyone else. 

I leveled my gaze at her and nodded, "You're right, slavery has always been around. Unfortunately it's not going away any time soon either." 

Tracy stepped forward at that, frowning. 

"What do you mean?" asked Tracy, "You got access to the Company! You can free all of the Dolls!" 

I swallowed and looked over at her, "I could, but that would only make things worse. Think about the chaos that would result from every doll in the world being freed, half of them would die when their masters kill them, and the other half will be scarred for life. Governments and society will collapse when it's revealed that even a few of the worlds more influential people have mind controlled dolls tucked away. Not to mention the fact the technology would be fully unleashed and beyond my ability to control." 

Tracy looked at me for a moment her mouth agape, "So you're going to do nothing?!" she shouted. 

"I did not say that, but neither am I going to discuss what I'm planning in front of Adams here." 

I turned to Dr. Song, "Do you think you could implant her with an Interface chip?" 

Dr. Song blinked, "sure, it's a fairly simple procedure. I might cross a few wires though, I haven't done brain surgery in a long time." 

"Good." 

I turned to the nearest security doll, one of the few male ones. 

"I need one of the latest implants like the ones you have. As well as the medical equipment that the Doctor will need." 

The man nodded and marched out of the room. 

"Why are you doing this? You want money? I can give you money, or more Dolls! You don't have to do this!" said Adams now begging. 

"Did you not just hear me, I've been programmed to not want any of those things. Sure my programming is a little more complex than what the Dolls have but I'm not a person that can be bought or corrupted that was the whole point!" 

"Fight the programming then! Why even do this for the bastard, fight the programming off remember who you were!" said Adams. 

I rolled my eyes, "What believe in myself and I can break the programming? If that were the case Adams more than one of your dolls would have escaped by now. This body," I motioned at myself, "used to house some idiot who went and got in a motorcycle accident or something else as idiotically reckless. He scrambled his brain, he's dead." 

Adams glared at me for a moment, formulating her next argument. I turned back to the computer and started hurriedly going through the security for the building, making sure that no knew what was going on. 

"Master," said Kate her voice quite. 

I turned to look at her, and she jumped into my lap. 

"Kate, what's wrong?" I asked. 

"I just spent three days in a cell thinking I was never going to see you again." 

I nodded, "Sorry, that won't happen again." 

"So you're a fucking hypocrite too! You fucked all of them too! So much for being all high and mighty!" 

Kate frowned and got off of my lap slowly turning to look at Adams. 

"You know you're right, Marcus is a complete hypocrite." 

I didn't say anything about her sudden ability to use my proper name. Belial had messed around with the code that would select her from the pool of the Companies candidates, perhaps he had messed around with her programming as well so she could say my name when she really needed to? Or maybe she hadn't even realized what she said. 

"Marcus has a strange woman appear on his doorstep, a woman with a metal jack stuck in her neck and a creepy fucking manual about how she's a slave for him to use. Marcus wasn't the one who had sex with me I had to practically drag the idiot to bed!" 

Kate hesitated but quickly continued, "Marcus was always working towards freeing us, and I never once doubted that. He barely gives orders, he's afraid of what he could order us to do! He modified the chips so we had our personalities and some semblance of free will but he still had complete control over us because of your stupid chips!" 

"How do you know he hasn't programmed you to think that?" asked Adams. 

Kate froze for a half second, and Adams took advantage of the opening. 

"Your entire brain is at the mercy of a few keystrokes, if anyone could make you think something else wouldn't it be this man?" she asked pointing at me. 

Kate looked between me and Adams and laughed. 

"Still not much of an option, he's better running the Company than you would be." 

Adams growled something under her breath and her eyes started darting around as she looked for something else to chip away at. 

"You! Jeremy something!" 

Jeremy looked up at Adams, "What?" he asked. 

"Why are you here? I can offer you enough money to get rid of those problems in California, and more! I looked into your history!" said Adams. 

"Just help me out here!" she shouted. 

Jeremy snorted, "Yeah, whatever the fuck is going on here I'd rather Marcus be in control than another suit. Besides, if I'm understanding everything he's gonna have access to all the money here right?" asked Jeremy turning to look at me. 

"Yeah, what do you need it for?" 

"I gotta pay off some debts." 

"You've earned however much you need, it's coming from the Companies wallet." 

Jeremy nodded, "See, I like him better. Plus he's not the one kidnapping people and sticking computers in their heads." 

Adams turned to Dr. Song, "You as blindly faithful?" she asked. 

Dr. Song shrugged, "I want to be a Doll, experience that ecstasy. I'd rather you weren't the one in control when I did that. Besides, Marcus just said I get to play with some experimental implants. That sounds like fun." 

Sitting at the desk I shook my head, Dr. Song was an odd cookie when you got her going. 

Adams looked one last time around the room, "You're all fucking mental!" 

The security drone came back into the room a cart of medical supplies in front of him. 

Dr. Song smiled and went over to it, looking everything over. 

"So can you do it?" I asked. 

Adams was now struggling with the Dolls holding her in place. 

Dr. Song looked over everything in front of her, "Yes, and judging by the implant type it should be a much shorter recovery time than what the others have. A much smaller implant." 

"So not three days like mine?" I asked. 

Dr. Song glanced up looking at me and shook her head, "No, a few hours at most." 

"Let's do that then. I need to start writing the program that she's going to have. She needs to continue running this branch like normal." 

"Alright," Dr. Song picked up a needle from the cart, "Should I do this without anesthetic?" 

Adams froze for a half second and then started struggling harder against the security dolls holding her. 

"No, we need her alive." 

Dr. Song sighed, "Fine." 

Walking forward she stuck the needle in Adam's arm. The woman fought for a moment, and then slumped unconscious, an anticlimactic end to her rule of the Company's Doll production facility, and the first of many Company leaders I would have to overshadow or otherwise control. 

I took a breath and sat back down in Adams' chair. 

"Please tell me you were acting?" I asked Dr. Song. 

The woman smiled, "Maybe." 

I rolled my eyes and looked back at everyone else in the room. 

"Uh, you know I don't really know what to say." 

"You're insane!" said Helen awestruck. 

Tracy shook her head, "Your next thing after sorting that woman out had better be fixing Beth." She said. Pointing at the security Doll standing stock still at attention next to her, gun held at the ready not showing any fatigue despite the heavy armor she was in. 

"You did it Master!" said Kate. 

I nodded, "I did it. Although things were a little rigged." 

"Could you guys help me take her to the couch, I need to get to the back of her head," said Dr. Song gesturing at the unconscious Adams. 

Tracy and Jeremy moved to help drag the unconscious woman to the sofa for the impromptu brain surgery, although judging by the size of the implant it was probably being done by a very large needle. They had used the cheaper V1 on me not knowing I had the V2 upgrade chip already installed. 

Sitting down at the computer I turned to Beth, "My laptop and everything else the Company confiscated bring it here, and if you're in there this is going to take at least a few hours. Sorry!" 

The Doll nodded and marched smartly out of the room. 

"I think she's going to kill me when I free her," I said turning to look at Kate. 

Kate scoffed, "Maybe." 

Cracking my knuckles I started going through the programs and code on the computer grabbing what I needed and deleting what I didn't from the program I would load into Adams. 

Kate moved and sat down on the desk next to me, I ignored her for a minute as I worked through a larger block of the code that Belial had left in the mainframe, I knew what most of it did already. It seemed that he had given me memories of himself creating them so even without having written all of the code myself I knew how to modify it. 

"I'll get your interface turned off as well. You should get your memories and everything back." 

"What if I don't want them back?" asked Kate keeping her voice low. 

I paused for a moment to look up at her, "What?" 

"What if I don't want my memories back, what if I don't want to go back to who I was?" 

I paused and took my hands off of the keyboard, "what?" 

"I want to stay like I am, with you as my Master." 

I was shaking my head before she even finished speaking, "I can't I won't do that to you. The whole point of all of this was to free you from the Interface, from the chip!" 

Kate fidgeting nodded, "It was, but now that we're here I don't want to!" 

"Kate, we'll talk about this later. I have to get this program done before Adams wakes up." 

Kate opened her mouth as if to argue, but there was enough of an implied command so she slipped off of the desk and slunk away to sit in another chair off to the side of the desk. 

The mood inside the office was for the next two hours a kind of stunned bemused silence, Tracy and Helen were continuing to help Dr. Song with the implant, Jeremy was paging through the coffee table books while he lounged in another of the couches. Kate was alternatively looking at me and out at the city through the large windows behind the desk I was at. 

I worked as quickly as I could to put the program together, it was a crude effort but once it was in place and Adams continued to operate this branch of the Company I would have time to optimize it. 

The security drones had brought my stuff up and I loaded my new modified program into it, and unwound the connection wire. 

"She ready?" I asked. 

"Should be, the anesthetics worn off by now so she just sleeping," said Dr. Song. 

"Good, let's see how this works." 

Going over to the woman I moved her hair to the side and plugged the small jack into her Interface which was in turn now connected to her brain. The thing moved a little bit, her skin hadn't healed to hold the implant in place and programming her this early probably wasn't healthy but we didn't have many options. 

"Alright, I'm getting a sold link." 

I uploaded the program into her implant, and the tablet dinged. 

"Done." 

"That's it?" asked Jeremy leaning over to watch. 

"What did you expect?" 

"I don't know, her acting like a robot or something, maybe someone else being plugged into her brain to beat her?" 

I rolled my eyes and unplugged the tablet. 

"The human brain is simply another computer, granted it's difficult to interface with but there's nothing inherent that makes it difficult to reprogram us. Besides all I did to her was suppress any memories about us and implant commands so that she'll do what I want when I tell her to." 

Leaning down I poked Adams in the stomach. 

"Ow!" 

She sat up startled and looked around the office. 

I remained still but most everyone else moved towards her to try and restrain her again. Instead of saying anything though Adams' eyes glided right over everyone unable to see them. To her it would actually feel like she was waking up from a nap.  

The last few days would be kind of blurry but otherwise everything would be normal for her. 

Getting up from the Couch Adams moved to her desk and looking around the room looking slightly dazed she started typing away at the keyboard again. Walking around to her and looking over her shoulder I watched as she composed some mundane email. 

"She can't notice any of us, unless you say the guys' name who started all of this. I figured that was as good a trigger as anything." 

"So now what?" asked Kate. 

"First I need some painkillers, brain surgery is not fun. Then I free Beth and work on deactivating the rest of the Interfaces." 

-- 

-- 

Tracy was anxious now, all of us had moved up into the apartment loft that was attached to the office downstairs where Adams worked. Something that the Director of a company where they made sex Dolls might frequent was absent of any actual Dolls.  

If the memories I had from Belial were correct it had probably been the first director who had used the loft. Adams struck me more as the get business done type of woman, and I doubted she would allow herself to be distracted by her "product". 

"Alright, let's get this sorted. Sit down." I said to the security drone that Beth was acting as. 

She sat down in the chair. 

"Tracy, plug her in." 

Tracy took the plug and snapped it onto Beth's neck. 

She came online and with the codes that Belial gave me I didn't even have to do much hacking, I simply disengaged the Interface, turning it into an inert piece of metal in her skull. 

Beth gasped, and jerked up from the chair. The cable attaching her to the computer snapped off and she whipped around to me. 

"You bastard!" she shouted, and lunging forward she hit me squarely in the jaw sending me sprawling backwards onto the ground. 

"Ow! What the fuck!" 

"Beth!" shouted Tracy completely unconcerned with me instead throwing her arms around the woman and bursting into tears. 

Beth looked over at her for a moment and wrapped an arm around her. For a moment the two hugged and I picked myself up off the ground. 

"What was that for?" 

She turned to me, "That was for taking so fucking long!" 

I rolled my eyes, "Well I'm sorry it took a few days to plan the most aggressive corporate takeover in history. We only got this far because of the planning that Belial did." 

"Yeah, you're going to have to explain that a little more," said Dr. Song, "I followed you're lead in front of Adams but fill in the blanks will you?" 

I sighed and glanced over at Kate, "I'm the most artificial person here. Belial made me out of the amalgamation of a hundred or so people's minds and personalities, gave me some of his memories, and an annoyingly persistent conscience. I've got an experimental hippocampus Interface," I tapped my forehead, "Which can easily override the function of the one that Adams had installed. While I was out I had a sort of conversation with the guy. A recorded memory or playback something like that." 

I motioned for Kate to come over to me, and she did immediately pressing herself to my chest. 




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"I was the first part of the plan, Kate the second. She was programmed to escape the Company and find me. From their my programmed sense of morality doesn't let me rest until she's free of the chip. Eventually I slip up and the Company grabs us and the events that just took place play out. Belial's work is now under the control of the one person who he at least thinks will use it correctly, he didn't even trust himself with it." 

"So the guy was insane," said Jeremy as he opened a bag of chips he had found in the kitchen. 

I shrugged, "It worked." 

"Genius and crazy are two very similar things," said Dr. Song musing. 

"Still took you way to long! That grubby bastard!" Beth shuddered not finishing her sentence. 

I didn't say anything. 

"You said you wouldn't be able to free the rest of the dolls, were you just saying that or did you mean it?" asked Tracy. 

I winced, "I meant it. I'd have to get control of the entire Company before I could free them, and even then it would be too much of a scandal, governments would fall corporations would crumble. It's a horrible kind of math but the suffering of less than point one percent of the population to keep the rest of the eight billion well off?" 

I trailed off. 

Tracy looked at me for a moment, "You can't mean that." 

"I want to free them, don't doubt that!" I took a step towards her, Beth still in her body armor stepped in front of Tracy and glared at me. 

I sighed and put my hands up, "Look I get that this isn't perfect, how you think I feel? I just found out I'm not even a real boy! I'm a puppet some bastard made to clean up his mess, and despite knowing that I'm still going to do it because letting anyone else even try would be an even bigger disaster! The memories of my family, of my childhood, of my entire life up until a few months ago are fake!" 

I looked over at Kate, "And I'm going to lose the one thing that has kept me anchored throughout all of this as well." 

Kate shook her head, "I don't want you to take the chip out Master." 

"I have to Kate. You have a life to go back to if I can manage it." 

She shook her head, "I don't want that life back!" 

"That's the chip talking, and the woman you were before the chip needs to come back. I promised I would free you, so that's what I'm going to do." 

-- 

-- 

March 1 2016: 

Kate and I were alone inside one of the many medical labs on the upper floor of the building she had been apprehensive to follow me fearing what was coming. 

"Master what are we doing?" asked Kate her voice trembling slightly. 

"I'm going to deactivate your chip." 

Kate was already shaking her head, "No Master please don't!" 

I sighed and pointed at the single chair in the room, "I have to Kate please sit down." 

"No!" 

"I order you to sit down!" I shouted. 

Tears streaming down her face Kate mechanically sat herself down in the chair, her arms were shaking and her entire body was covered in sweat as she fought the commands. 

I hated forcing her to do anything, save for those instances where she wanted me to utilize that control. Which she most certainly did not want me to do right now. 

"Master please!" said Kate. 

"I don't know what the hell that bastard stuck in your head Kate! He took your memories, your life! All of it just to make sure I had the right motivations! Don't you want everything back?" 

Kate shook her head, "Am I not good enough for you Master? Did I fail you in some way!?" she was begging with me now, the tears continuing to fall. 

I felt my own eyes beginning to tear up and tore my gaze away from Kate. 

"You and I both know that not why I'm doing this." 

"Why can't you just keep me!? For once be selfish and take what you want Master!" 

I didn't say anything we both knew she was telling the truth. 

"I can't keep something that was never mine to take Kate." 

She continued to cry and looking back at the computer I closed my eyes. 

"I'm sorry Kate. The woman you once were is still in there and she needs to go on living her life. She deserves to have her life back!" 

Kate was now sobbing in the chair slowly shaking her head back and forth. 

"No Master please!" 

Leaning over her chair I placed a kiss on her lips and hit enter on the tablet in my hands. 

Kate's head lolled to the side as she quickly went to sleep. 

"Fuck!" 

I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a wheeled cart and picking it up I threw it. The plastic cart hit the wall and shattered. 

"Fuck!" I grabbed a chair and I threw it as well, it hit the wall and dented it not breaking. 

For several moments I breathed hard and tried to clear my head. 

I was doing the right thing, as wrong as it felt now, and as much as neither of us wanted to do it this was the right thing. 

Slowly I moved over to the computer, ready to give the woman I owned, the woman I loved her life back. With any luck all of this would just feel like a nightmare, the result of some accident. She would wake up in a hospital bed, believing she had been in come sort of coma. 

With the coding segments that Belial had left me to work with I was able to easily get into the root access controls for the Interface. From their it was easy, almost frighteningly so to remove the memory blocks that Belial had put in place. Her memories weren't even gone, the interface acted almost like a computer would, redirecting any requests for her memories to a blank portion of her brain. 

It was easy enough to do the process in reverse, and place memory blocks on what she had experience over the past few months, going all the way back to when the Company had first snatched her. She wouldn't remember me or anyone else, at most she might dream, and given time dreams fade. 

-- 

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March 12, 2016 

*The True Master* 

I walked into the main office where Adams was working and I smiled. She continued to ignore me, her mind incapable of recognizing me. 

"Belial," I said. 

She froze, and slowly turned to look at me. 

Recognition flashed across her face and she gasped, she paled and her hands flew to the back of her neck feeling the Interface. 

"What the hell did you do?" she asked. 

I walked forward and sat down in the chair across from her desk, "I put directives in your chip to trigger memory separation. Up until this moment you had no idea I was running this branch, that I had escaped and taken over, that Belial's plan had worked. I'm quite proud of the program actually. I have no idea how the Companies inner sanctum operates, but you do so for now I'm just going to have you continue running things while I figure out what to do next." 

Adams hand darted towards her desk reaching underneath it, only to find an empty holster. Beth had already removed quite a few of the security measures the woman had in place, not that she noticed the absence. 

"You bastard!" she growled. 

I looked up at her, "You sure that's the tone you want to use here? For now you're useful. When we're done though I could just turn you into another brain dead bimbo like you did to thousands of other people." 

"Just kill me then!" 

I stood up and smiled, "that's far too easy and you know it. I've been looking into some of the other projects the Companies been researching, you heard of Ambrosia?" 

Adams said nothing. 

"I could perfect the procedure, give it to you and then program your Interface to torture you. Hook you up to an IV and you'd live for a very long time in constant pain. Never able to die, never able to escape. I'm fairly certain you'd go insane after a short time, anyone would but it would be an interesting experiment." 

"You don't have the guts to do that, you're not a killer, much less a torturer." 

"Do you want to put that to the test?" 

Adams smiled, I could sense a certain amount of trepidation behind her poker face but that hardly mattered. 

"Stand still, don't move." 

Adams froze. 

I took my phone from my pocket and unwound the cord from it. Walking around Adams I plugged it into her Interface. She couldn't move but I could feel the anger rolling off of her in waves. 

The program took no time at all to integrate and I quickly unplugged the woman and stepped around to stand in front of her desk again. 

"You know, this is your fault somewhat. You got me used to the idea of ordering women around, using them however I want. My mother would be aghast, and I'm not sure I can really call myself a liberal anymore but what the hell. You can move now." 

Adams took a step back and whimpering fell to the floor. 

"What the hell did you do?" she asked. 

"It's simple, I could just program you to be a perfect little slave and use you like that. But we both know it wouldn't be you at that point, it would be some other person wearing your body that's doing everything. So I'm going for a more old fashioned approach, sure it might take longer but I'm sure the results will be more impressive. It's simple reward and punishment conditioning." 

I leaned forwards, "stand up Adams." 

She gasped and her hands flew to her pants, as if holding something in even as she obeyed the commands and quickly stood. 

Her face was red and she looked slightly dazed, like a woman who had just had an orgasm so amazing that without the aid of technology it would not have been possible. 

"Pavlov!" She breathed. 

I nodded, "Do something right and you get a very satisfying result. Do something wrong and you will be severely punished. The Interface will help give you the pleasure or pain, and keep you from spilling the beans to the rest of the Company but otherwise it will be your own brain that learns to obey. I'm going to break you down until there's nothing left but a quivering little slave whose only goal in life is to please her Master." 

"Good luck with that!" spat Adams. 

Then she groaned and leaned on the desk in front of her. 

"We have plenty of time, if I get that Ambrosia working we might even have an eternity." 

"Fuck you!" she growled and again she let out a gasp as the pain coursed through her limbs. 

"I'm being nice right now, both the pleasure and pain are set at around 10% of their final values. We're going to ease you into this nice and slow. I'm willing to be patient. Now get back to work." 

Adams glared at me but she twitched again and fell back into her office chair. 

Turning around I went back out into the lobby in front of the main office, Beth was leaning against the wall a grin on her face. 

"That was brutal," said Beth as she walked next to me. 

"No less than what she deserves," I growled. 

"I agree." 

I sighed and the two of us continued on down the hall to the elevator and stepped inside. As far as the rest of the branch was concerned I was a new technical advisor to Adam's one who was working on improving the Doll and who came with the highest recommendations. Within the branch hierarchy I was below only her, despite the actual relationship being the other way around. 

"How's the program going?" 

Beth shrugged, "Good, still working the kinks out. The Interfaces take some getting used to." 

"You're telling me," I rubbed at the metal port in the back of my neck, the thing itched. 

"You coming down today?" asked Beth. 

I pulled out my phone and glanced at the time, "Sure." 

Stepping into the elevator Beth hit the button for the 55th floor and the two of us descended and stepped out onto the floor. 

Originally it had been an office space, but Adams had shuffled some people around and fired a few of the more inept compute programs opening up the floor for the first of many little side projects I had planned. 

With the office cubicles removed and everything soundproofed and padded the room was now the training ground for the security forces, or all of the people who had the V2 implants like Beth. 

Most of them had already come from military or police backgrounds, and I had removed the block the Company had put in place, and offered them an opportunity to take down the rest of the Company. 

The three who had refused had their memories wiped for the past few months and had woken up in hotel rooms with splitting headaches and a briefcase full of money next to them, legal "lottery" winnings. 

The rest were her of their own volition, utilizing the interfaces in a way that that the Company had never conceptualized but had taken me only an afternoon to put together. 

"We're still working out the kinks, and it's interesting being in one another's heads. Still there are advantages." 

In nodded, "That's to be expected. Still impressive." 

I looked over at the two people training in some form of judo on the mat in the corner of the room. A large burly man and a woman smaller than Beth, who was managing to hold her own against him. It probably helped that she was inside his head, listening to his thoughts just as he was inside her through the aid of the small wireless interfaces on their necks. 

"Another month or two and you'll have your own black ops team," said Beth. 

I rolled my eyes, "Don't call it that." 

Beth laughed, "Why not?" 

"It sound cheesy." 

"To bad macho types like cheesy," she emphasized her point by flexing her muscles, another benefit of the Interface being able to control metabolism. 

"We're going after the bio-tech division of the Company first. They've experimented with the Interface before, so I want to make sure that we have all of their data." 

Beth nodded, "Alright, after that?" 

"We go for the weapons and military division. After that all of the smaller guys." 

"The military branch of the Company is one of the largest weapons contractors to the United States. You're going to have to be extremely careful same for the bio-tech, they house smallpox and stuff like that right?" said Beth. 

I looked over at her and she shrugged, "I've been doing homework." 

"We're all going to have to do a lot more homework, mess up at one step and we're dead or worse." 

"That's what you said last time." 

I chuckled, "Yeah and we only won because I was supposed to lose. We won't be that lucky again." 

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March 20, 2016 

*Katherine* 

Sitting down at my desk I stared at the screen. I had started work up again only a week ago, the company I had been working for nice enough to give it back to me after the coma. 

"How are you doing Katherine?" asked my boss, Dan. 

"Fine, I'm doing fine," I said, even though it was the opposite of what I felt. Inside I felt dead, like something was missing. Like someone had taken a knife to me while I had been asleep and carved out my heart. 

"Getting back into the groove of things?" asked Dan. 

"Yeah, I am." 

"Alright, well just remember if you need help with anything come and ask me." 

"I will." 

Dan nodded and retreated back to his office. I turned back to my computer, and continued working through the data entry that was my job. 

I knew that even before the coma I had found this boring, but it was the only job I had been able to get coming out of college with a business degree. I even felt lucky with it, so many of my peers had worked to get their degrees thinking they would be important, when in the grand scheme they meant nothing. Most of them were no doubt still working dead end minimum wage jobs trying to pay off their student debts. 

I continued through the rest of the work day in my fugue state, my job didn't take much concentration so board as I was the hours crawled by. 

At the end of the day I got into my car and drove back to my new apartment. I had lost my old one, being in that coma. Thankfully most of my stuff had gone into storage so I had that, although I had barely unpacked any of it. 

Unlocking my door I stepped into the apartment, I couldn't even must the will to turn the lights on. Slipping my shoes off I quickly stripped down to just my underwear and went to the bedroom. I wasn't even hungry. 

I collapsed onto my bed. 

I had no energy to do anything else. I had no idea what was missing, or why the hole in my chest only felt like it was getting bigger. 

I cried. 

I had no idea why, but in the darkness of my room I cried desperate for whatever had been torn away to be returned. 

Turning over in my bed I cried myself to sleep, just like every other night since I had returned from the Hospital, unsure what I was even desperate to find. 

March 25, 2016 

*The True Master* 

"You need to take a break." 

Taking my eyes away from the computer screen in front of me I turned to Dr. Song. 

"I'm fine." 

She rolled her eyes, "You are not fine by any definition of the word." 

"The Interface is keeping me in perfect physical condition Doctor. Hell, just sitting here I'm developing a fucking six pack!" 

"That's not what I mean." 

Standing up I turned to glare at Dr. Song. 

"I'm running an operating to enslave innocent people, and I'm working to take control of a company that among many questionable practices has ties to political blackmail, money laundering, illegal drug sales, the funding of terrorists, and straight up political corruption. I have no reason to not be depressed!" 

Dr. Song remained impassive, judging me. 

"You haven't left this room in nearly a week." 

I groaned, "I'm healthier than when I stepped inside, now will you let me work!" 

"No." 

"What?" 

"No, I won't let you work. What are you going to do about it?" she asked. 

I paused, considering her for a moment. 

"What do you want me to do then?" I asked. 

"Get some sunshine, and decide what you are going to do about Kate." 

"I already did. She has her life back." 

Dr. Song shook her head, "Sure she does, but you're still tracking everything she does. We're way past anything you or I do being wrong, but it's not helping you to just be constantly watching her. What are you going to do if starts seeing someone?" 

I winced, I knew it was possible for Kate to do that. She was the woman she had been six months ago, I had no doubt been a sensual woman to begin with something the Company had only improved on. 

I couldn't blame anyone for wanting to take her into their bed. 

Or her for taking someone into her own. 

She wasn't mine anymore. 

"Fine I'll leave the lab, happy?" I asked. 

Walking forward I swept past her and down the short corridor. I stabbed at the elevator call button and stepped inside, closing the door before the infuriating Doctor could catch up with me. I looked at the buttons for a moment and even though I knew it was a bad idea I hit the button for the penthouse. 

The top floor of the office building was a private suite for the director, probably so they could enjoy the fruits of their unholy labor without leaving company premises. Adams hadn't started living in it until recently. She had maintained an apartment elsewhere in the city but with a few keystrokes I had implanted in her mind the command to sell it off and pack everything up and live at the top of the tower. 

She didn't even know why, to her it had felt like a random spur of the moment idea she has simply gone along with. 

I had her under my control and she didn't even know it until I told her. Whenever she saw me the memories of what I was doing to her came flooding back. The terrified resentment, and trepidation. She didn't want to admit it but she could not doubt feel her mind slowly beginning to change. 

The elevator came to a halt, and stepping out onto the floor I locked the elevator out. Dr. Song would no doubt follow me to try and convince me to talk about my feelings. 

I didn't want to talk about them. Kate had been tailored to fit my psychological profile, the profile that Belial had constructed. Without her the only thing I had left to do was take control of the Company somehow and ensure that the Interface was not misused any further. Stopping all of the other things the Company was doing would only be a fringe benefit. A 




The True Master Ch. 12



Belial was twisted enough to think that despite how perfect Kate had been for me, that I couldn't give her life back to her. It was a flaw in his grand scheme, I couldn't keep something that wasn't mine in the first place. 

The hypocrisy of my attitude towards Kate and the other Dolls was not lost on me. But as horrible as it sounded everyone else whom had been converted just a nameless face in the background of my life. Kate was special, I couldn't keep her as much as I wanted too. 

Shaking my head I walked through the suite, hearing the shower running I smiled and walked back to the bedroom. Opening the door and looking through the steam I watched as Adams drew back the curtain her eyes wide in first surprise, then recognition, and finally fear as the memories came flooding back to her. 

"Leave me alone you bastard!" She shouted. 

"Oh no slave, you don't get to tell me what to do. Now, get out here!" I shouted. 

"Fuck you!" 

I waited. 

It took only a moment but I could hear her grunting in pain. It started as a light tingling but it would within moments escalate into the feeling of being roasted alive. 

Both of us knew she would follow the order, after all compliance was rewarded with orgasmic levels of pleasure. No creature could resist moving from one extreme to the other for very long. Humans in general are simply more stubborn about it, but once broken very much deliciously compliant. 

The shower shut off and she stepped out of it grabbing a towel off of the rack she quickly rapped herself up and glaring at me walked past me into her bedroom. 

"Go away!" 

"Adams have you ever been in love?" I asked. 

The woman looked stunned for a moment, she probably wasn't expecting me to ask that. 

"Why?" 

"Because I was. I was and I let her go. I was the one who forced her to leave." 

"What that Doll? Are you so pathetic that all you could get to love you was some programed mindless fuck doll?" asked Adams sneering. 

Something snapped, Adams had insulted me a hundred times over and I had thrown it off I was after all the one who had all of the power. 

She had insulted Kate, and hit to close to home on why Kate had loved me back. 

"So exactly what you are now?" I asked letting my tone edge towards menacing. "After all you have an Interface now." 

Adams paled slightly but stood firm despite her state of dress. 

"Drop the towel." 

Adams winced and for a moment she fought but her hands were already moving to unfasten the thing. The towel fell away and I let my eyes rake over her body in a clinical way, Adams was in her early thirties by this point only a little older than me, or at least my body. 

She was attractive, and had I assumed was the body of a working woman who worked to keep herself in the dating pool. She would not grace any magazine cover, but she was in no way something any man would reject. 

"Happy?" she growled. 

"No, follow me." 

I stepped out of the bedroom and walked out to the living room and sat down in one of the chairs. 

Tentatively Adams followed me, her bare feet padding on the floor as she walked, breasts swaying slightly as she moved. 

"You know, my apartment wasn't nearly as nice as this one but I think I liked it more. The place just feels so impersonal," I said looking around at the clean contemporary décor of the place. 

"I just moved in," growled Adams. 

"No more talking." 

Adams looked like she was going to say something to argue, but apparently thinking better of it closed her mouth her teeth clicking as she did so. 

"You've always been on top of the food chain. I looked at your Company record and everything else I could get my hands on. You came from a rich family, didn't you Adams?" 

She opened her mouth to speak but bit her tongue and nodded. I smiled, already she was modifying behavior to try and avoid punishment on an unconscious level. Soon enough the active resistance would stop as well. 

"You didn't let that money define you though, you still had to work hard and go to school, the money just made it all easier. After school the Company offered you a position and within five years you were at the top, you're ruthless. You don't have an issue turning people into slaves because you've never seen other people as anything but tools to use. Hell you killed the last Director when he ceased being useful!" 

She didn't say anything. 

"Is that right Adams? I want the truth here." 

Slowly and mechanically she nodded, her glare was now on the level of murderous. Were it not for the fact that she was naked she would have been frightening. 

"See, we got that off of our chests. Now though you don't have to worry about apologizing. You're going to spend the rest of your life making up for it." 

I pointed at the floor in front of me, "I need a foot rest. You'll enjoy doing it." 

Adams resisted the command for a moment and I watched mildly interested as she fought the pain again. Like any creature the instinct for survival and a lessening of the pain prompted her to move, and once she moved a fraction of an inch towards the correct action the lessening pain and growing pleasure prompted her to continue. 

She was on her knees and then crawling forward she was at my feet. 

Slowly I lifted them. Adams hesitated for another moment and then slowly moved to place herself under them. Carefully I lowered my feet onto her back. 

Adams shuddered, gagged by my order she didn't say anything. 

For several minutes I tried to sort out my own feelings, and figure out why the hell I was doing this. I didn't like Adams, but I was going to enjoy breaking her down. She was no replacement for Kate, even once she was completely broken. I could have my pick of any woman downstairs being processed by the Company for sale somewhere else in the world, but I didn't want any of them. 

The one slave I did want was free, and I couldn't bring myself to take that freedom from her. 

So I would have to be content with Adams. 

I looked down at my foot rest, Adams was staring resolutely at the floor. Some sadistic part of me was enjoying her humiliation, and pondering how long I would be able to keep her on the edge, where she was eager to please me yet still trying to resist. 

"You can talk." 

She turned slightly to look at me but didn't say anything. 

"What do you think of the changes I've made to the branch? The ones you've made for me." 

Adams didn't say anything. 

"I order you to answer truthfully," I growled. 

"The board won't be happy, profits have dipped by two percent in the projections." 

I smiled, and leaning down turned the woman's head so she was looking at me, Adams shuddered when I touched her. 

"So? I'm getting rid of the board first chance I get. I want to know what you think of my ideas about improving the Interface. The solider program for example?" 

"It's interesting. Something I never considered. If they really can share memories and act as a single entity they will be unbeatable." 

I nodded in agreement, "They will be. You're a project as well. A more holistic type of training, something that could be sold at a premium. A true harem slave like something out of an old Middle Eastern fantasy, do you think the little experiment with you will be successful?" I asked. 

Adams was silent. 

"Answer." 

"No." 

"Oh? Why not? It seems to be working from up here." I wiggled my feet on top of her back. 

Adams eyes' hardened, "You're burning out, I can feel your legs shaking right now. You're thin and you've got more lines in your face than a man twice your age ought to have. Belial messed up his programming. You're self-righteous enough to free the woman you had as your slave, but you're messed up enough to actually need her. Those two parts are conflicting, and now without her you're falling apart, you'll crack long before I do," spat Adams. 

The room was silent for a moment, the two of us continued to glare at one another. 

Slowly I took my legs off of her back. 

"Stand up Adams." 

The woman slowly got to her feet. I stood up as well towering over her small frame. 

"You don't seem to understand the position you're in. I have access to your entire brain, I could make you crack tonight. I could make you beg for me to use you tonight, in just five minutes or so if I wanted too." 

I pulled out my phone and a cable, just holding them in my hand I threatened her with them. 

"You need me!" 

"I do, but I could just have someone else play the puppet Master and control you from a distance, Beth should be able to do it and I doubt she would be that sad with me scrambling your brain. She's still a little angry about how you treated her."  

"So where did that morality you have go?" 

I gave her a thin smile, "I'm not a saint Adams. Some people deserve what is dealt to them. You certainly do, I have no conniptions about what you deserve. I'm already going to hell, and so are you. So I'm going to make sure that I get my fill of vengeance on you for starting all of this and if I ever get my hands on Belial? I'm going to kill him." 

I sat back down on the couch, and pointed back at the floor. 

Adams understanding the order slowly sank back down to her hands and knees. 

I put my feet up on her back again. 

"The two of you thought that you were gods, that you were better than everyone else because you had money or power or just because you were smarter. Belial wised up and made me, that doesn't excuse what he did and I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life alone cleaning up his mess because he made damn sure I can't stomach walking away." 

I ground my feet into her back and Adams whimpered. 

"So the only form of stress relief I'm going to have is you Adams. This is going to be fun!" 

A vicious and stress laced laugh escaped my chest and I leaned back into the couch. I had more power, more money than most people ever dreamed of. But it was worthless without her. 

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March 26, 2016 

*Katherine* 

I was naked, but I was not vulnerable or afraid. The fact that the man in the room was staring at me wasn't a source of embarrassment but rather excitement. 

It was after all him, the same man who had been inside every dream since the coma. 

I had never seen his face, it was always in shadow. Despite that I could still see the kindness in his eyes, and sense his overwhelming desire. 

The man feared he would make a request I would refuse, which was impossible. He was in control, the one who had all of the power and yet none of it. He feared every small amount of it he wielded, but still he did not shirk the responsibilities inherent to it. 

He was an incorruptible man, or at least when it came to me. 

I was incomplete without his control, he was incomplete without my submission. 

Two ugly creatures, thrown away and detested by the world for their weakness and absolute dependence on one another together formed a flower more beautiful than any other. 

Languidly I moved in front of him, teasing and at the same time inviting him forward. I was his to use and take, crush and dominate, love and control. 

The man remained still, hidden in the darkness. I dropped to my knees in front of him my head down and waited desperate for even the brush of his fingers over my skin. 

Slowly the darkness of the world slipped away blinking I opened my eyes to the light of day. 

Rolling over in bed I hit the alarm silencing it and stared up at the pale chipped ceiling of my home. I didn't even want to get out of bed, I didn't want to eat. Nothing felt important, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. I wanted to go back to sleep and wait in front of the faceless man until my subconscious let him actually take and use me. I had dreamed of him every night now, and he hadn't done so much as touch me. 

Rolling out of bed I tried to get rid of the thoughts. I hadn't been like this before the coma. 

I had tried to remember anything from the time when I had been in it, I'd read about how people sometimes lived out entire separate lives inside of comas. Maybe that had been what had happened to me? I'd been some sort of alternate life I could barely remember? 

Was the man my lover from that other life, nothing more than a figment of my imagination? 

Whatever had happened in the coma, I wanted to experience it just one more time. 

-- 

-- 

I stared at the papers in front of me. 

Huge reams of data and statistics. Important to the company but meaningless to anyone else. 

Was this my life? 

Was this what I was going to do the rest of my life? Sit at a desk and plug numbers into a computer, then go home eat something and repeat? 

With a sigh I continued to work through it, the hours blurred as I purposefully blanked them from my memory just wanting the day to end. I wanted to go home and sleep, have one of the dreams with the man again. 

"You have any plans for after work?" asked Dan. 

It took me a moment to re-engage my brain and I looked up at Dan, "what?" 

He laughed as if I had told some sort of joke, "You want to go out for drinks after work? Loosen up for the weekend?" 

I really wanted to go back home and just lie on my bed in the dark cry for whatever the reason was and retreat into my dreams. That wasn't healthy though, I knew it wasn't healthy to do that. 

"Sure." 

Dan smiled, "Alright then! That little bar down the road good? They actually have decent food to so we can grab a bite to eat." 

"Sounds good Dan." 

He smiled and walked off. 

I turned back to my computer and continued chugging through the mindless dull work. 

Why had I done that? Dan was nice enough, but I had never really considered going out with him. He'd asked me out a few times before the coma and I had always just turned him down as nicely as I could. Now though I had said yes. 

The rest of the day I spent in a panic unsure if I should ask him to reschedule or not, I didn't have an actual excuse and I knew it was better for me to go but still, I was apprehensive. 

At the end of the day I was still at my desk, trying to look like I was still busy maybe Dan would cancel for some reason. 

"You ready?" asked Dan. 

I jumped, I hadn't noticed him approaching too deep in my thoughts. 

"Uh, sure yeah!" 

Collecting my purse I took the hand that Dan offered and the two of us exited the office, I was already regretting this. Dan was nothing like the man in my dreams, except he was real and in front of me. 

Oblivious to my inner conflict Dan and I walked down the street to the bar and along with the rest of the crowd leaving work we piled into the place. 

"I need a table Jon!" shouted Dan as we stepped inside. 

The hassled looking bartender behind the counter pointed at a table with the ridiculously long legs and high up from the ground in a corner of the bar. 

"Great!" said Dan and taking my hand led me over to the table and sat down. 

"What do you want to drink?" he asked. 

"uh," 

"I'm having a beer, you want one or something like a margarita?" asked Dan cutting me off. 

"Sure." 

Dan nodded and waving the waiter over placed the order. I was more in the mood for food, but looking around I could see that what food was mostly cheese and salt based the usual bar food. I wasn't in the mood for any of that and now I was really regretting agreeing to go on this date with Dan. 

Our drinks came and Dan took a large swig from the beer, looking at my own I took a small sip of it and put it back down on the table. 

Dan was staring vapidly up at one of the large TV's behind me watching whatever sports game was on. 

"Good game!" said Dan, tearing his eyes from the display for a moment to look at me. 

"Uh, yeah!" I said mustering as much false enthusiasm as I could. 

Dan nodded, apparently satisfied that I was enjoying myself, which was the opposite of what really felt. The bar was loud and hot, the food grimy and the alcohol as good as it was at removing me from the world was only a stopgap. I just wanted to go home and lay down in bed and dream about the man hoping that he might finally decide to step out from the shadows. 

That wouldn't happen though, and the best I might get was sitting in front of me. 

I looked him over with a critical eye. 

He was nice enough, if inattentive. He was aging, a little paunch around his stomach and a few lines on his face. In short he was the average male specimen, nothing impressive or special, nothing bad or wrong either. 

The spark wasn't in his eyes like the man in my dream, the spark that told me that I was the most important thing, the most prized possession in the world. 

The man in the dream had that spark, the light in his eyes even from the shadows where he sat watching. That spark told me what I was his undeniably and inexorably his, to contest the fact was to argue that the sky was green or that one could jump into the air and fly. The domination, it was something man in the dream wanted as much as I. The pleasures of sex had little to do with it, the domination was more important than that. 

For him to control me meant everything was right in the world. 

The man sitting across the table from me in the seedy bar staring vapidly up at the television was hardly that. All a relationship with him promised was bad sex, poor communication and an unhappy workplace. He would bluster and put up a macho front, afraid to display any real emotion. He would never take what he wanted, content to simply go along with the flow of life never fighting for what he wanted. 

"I need to use the bathroom." 

Dan looked over at me, "Alright, the food should be here in a minute." 

Slipping out of the barstool of a seat I went back to the bathroom, and finding it mercifully empty I closed and locked the door behind me. 

Going over to the faucet I looked into my own eyes. I stared at my reflection, looking for something. All I saw was my own face staring back, but something was missing. 

Something was missing, like it had been carved out and taken away. 

"What is wrong with me?" I asked my own reflection. 

There was no response, and I felt tears beginning to well up. 

Something had been taken from me, and I wanted it back. 

I slammed my fist down onto the porcelain sink, there was a small squeal and glancing down I winced. A spidering web of cracks was now emanating from where I had hit the hardened clay. 

Looking at my hand sighed, I had cut it slightly and I was bleeding. 

I just wanted to go home. 

Walking out of the bathroom at a brusque pace ignoring the blood dripping form my hand I went to the table. 

"I'm leaving Dan. I don't feel too good." 

Dan blinked and looked over at me, "You sure? we just got here. I'll walk you back to your car," he said as he started to get up from his seat. 

"I'm fine," I hesitated, "Thanks though." 

Turning away I bolted running through the streets, tears in my eyes and blood on my hands I tried to remember what was lost, and why the man in my dreams was so important. 

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I stared at the wall across from me and let the tears continue to stream down my face. I didn't know why I was crying, but it felt as if my heart was being pulled from my chest. 

The doorbell rang. 

For a moment I ignored it, and it rang again. 

Dragging myself up from my kitchen chair I went over to the door and opened it. 

For a moment I was stunned, and unbidden word fell from my mouth, "Master?" 

The man winced. 

"Not anymore." 

The memories came flooding back, and I gasped. Showing up on his doorstep, the cabin, the Company. I threw my hands back to my neck searching for the Interface but I felt only bare smooth skin. 

I took several steps backwards and collapsed into my armchair as the memories came flooding back, melding with who I had been before the Company snatched me. The slave Kate, and the woman Katherine became one. If I thought I had a headache before it was nothing compared to now. I groaned and closed my eyes enduring it. 




The True Master Ch. 12



"I removed the external Interface. The rest of the chip is still in their though I can interface via NFC with it. Obviously the thing needs some adjustment though you were supposed to be happier by this point," mumbled the Master. 

"No!" my eyes snapped open and I looked up at him. 

The Master paused for a moment, "What?" 

"Don't! Don't change me again. I can't go back to being who I was before all of this, and I don't want too! You might have suppressed my memories of being yours but my body, my subconscious remembers it. I dream of you every night Master, I want you to take me back!" 

The Master slowly lowered his head, "It seems I didn't deactivate the chip after all." 

Ignoring the headache I stormed to my feet, and doing something I would never have been able to do with the chip active I knocked the Master back into my couch, tearing the tablet computer from his hands as I did so. 

The Master let out a surprised yelp as he collapsed. 

"It's not the chip you idiot! I'm in love with you! You had complete control over me, and instead of ordering me to serve your every desire all you did was fulfill my own! You felt guilty ordering me to do anything, but I enjoyed it! You seem to be under the impression that I hated your having control, I didn't!" 

Yelling now I continued, "You were my Master! I fell in love with you! You can't just erase those memories and expect me to be happy about it. I know you want to do the right thing, but I don't even know what that would be at this point! I can tell you what I want though, I want you to turn the chip back on and let me come back to you." 

Slowly I knelt down on the floor in front of him, tears threatening to fall from my eyes "Please!" 

The Master groaned. 

"Kate." 

"You feel the same way about me, I know you do," I said interrupting him. 

The Master looked at me for a moment, "I do." 

"Then stop thinking about it. I don't want to go back to what my life was, filing paperwork day after day, feeling alone. I always figured I would at some point just settle with a guy, I don't want to do that. I know who I am supposed to be with, and only he seems to be taking issue with it." 

The Master closed his eyes, and took in a breath. 

"Kate I promised to free you." 

"I know that. But you want to know something funny? I've never felt more free than I did under your control. When you had control all I had to worry about was what you said, and I liked it. So be a Master, take what you want. Take me back!" 

The Master opened his eyes. 

"You know if I do this I'm not going to be able to let you go again. I have self-control but I'm not going to be able to stand this a second time." 

I nodded, "I know that. I don't want you to let me go." 

"I don't want to either." 

The Master stood and leaning forward took me into his arms crushing me to him. 

"I won't be able to let you go." 

"Good," I whispered back. 

Slowly the Master let go of me, and stepped back slightly. 

"We don't have to turn the chip back on, we can be together without it." 

I shook my head, "We could, but it wouldn't be the same. I don't want to follow your orders because we both like it, I don't want any option but to follow your orders. Understand?" 

"I think so." 

"I need to do something first," I said. 

"Anything, what do you need?" 

I smiled, "I need to make sure my subconscious will stop torturing me." 

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*The True Master* 

Kate led me back to the bedroom of her small house and pushed me down into a chair that she had in the corner of the room. 

She looked nervous, more so than I had ever seen her. It was understandable, the chip wasn't in her head guiding or encouraging her. This was purely Kate as she had been before this had all started. The concept of her being some blushing shy woman was a cute one. 

"Can you close your eyes for a minute?" she asked. 

"Sure." 

I closed my eyes and I heard Kate moving around the room, first the blinds over the window and then the sound of clothes rustling. I was tempted to peek and see what she was doing but I remained still my eye closed. 

"You can open them now." 

Slowly adjusting my eyes to the room I looked over at Kate. She was standing directly in front of me clad only in her underwear. 

"I don't have any lingerie here," said Kate trailing off. 

I shook my head, "You're beautiful Kate." 

A deep blush went across her face and she nodded. Slowly Kate began to move, there was no music in the background but still she moved to some unheard beat. 

There was a nervousness and certain amount of trepidation to her movements without the chip eliminating her fear or embarrassment she was doing this all on her own, she wanted to prove to herself and to me that she could do it on her own. 

I swallowed, I had to prove I could do it without the Interface as well. What if I really was a horrible lover, and the only reason she fawned over me was because of it? 

Such complicated thoughts were quickly eliminated however as Kate reached up and unfastened her bra. For a moment she held the cloth to her skin, either intentionally teasing me or working up the courage herself I wasn't sure but the effect was the same, my eyes immediately locked onto her chest. 

Kate dropped her hand and the cloth fell away, exposing her hard nipples to the cold air of the room. She remained still for only a moment, before once again dancing to the unheard and sensuous beat. 

She moved and danced, accentuating and emphasizing every curve of her body. 

Slowly she advanced towards me, still moving as languidly as possible. She was teasing me, inviting me to take her. The amount of effort she was putting into it though was having almost an opposite effect. I was stunned into inaction unable to tear my eyes from her as she continued to move. 

The dance continued for several minutes, and she only continued to draw me in, she would take a step towards me and then a step back, towards me and then away again. She was teasing, but ultimately getting ever closer. 

Unbidden I raised my hands as she approached, and fingertips touching her waist she shuddered. Keeping my touch on her she slowly slid down to her knees in front of me and my hands trailed up her body, settling on her face. 

"You don't even have the Interface turned on, what's with this?" I asked as she continued to shiver. 

Kate smiled slightly, "I got used to feeling like this around you, and I've been dreaming of doing this since I woke up." 

"What happens next in those dreams you've been having?" 

"Nothing, I wait for you to move to take me and use me. You never did though." 

I waited a moment, and then leaning down grabbed Kate by her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. 

"You've convinced me. Although I want you to do something now," 

"What?" 

"Beg me to let you go." 

Kate looked shocked for a moment, "Why?" 

"So I don't." 

Kate met my eyes for a moment, and inside her I saw what I had always wanted, what I had thought maybe I didn't deserve. That wasn't the point now though, I was going to take what I wanted. 

"Let me go Master." 

I tightened my grip on her shoulders. 

"No." 

She didn't struggle from my grip nor did she help me as I pushed her towards the bed behind her. 

"Master please, let me go," she said even as a wide smile crept across her face and the back of her legs hit the bed. 

"No!" 

I pushed her back onto the bed, she collapsed and I was on top of her. 

"You're mine, and I'm not letting you go again. Understand?" 

She nodded. 

"Good," I put my hands on her breasts and teased at the nipples, which already hard in the cool air tightened even more. 

Kate gasped and pressed herself up against my hands moaning as she did so. 

I stared at her, unable to believe that she was really giving herself to me like this. The Interface was off, and she had her old life back, yet she was giving up her freedom to be my slave again. 

Leaning down put my lips to her throat, and bit at her skin reveling in the feeling of having her so close to me again. 

Kate moaned and her hands flew to my shirt working to remove it. Buttons flew in every direction in her haste and within moments I was naked. Kate's eyes widened and a mischievous grin spread across her features. 

"You seem excited Master," she said almost purring with satisfaction. 

I rolled my eyes, "A particular slave has decided to push me to my limits, what do you think should happen?" 

"She should be punished Master." 

"I think so too," I moved hand down to Kate's panties, and pushing them aside I quickly began to tease her. 

Kate gasped and threw her arms up around my neck trying to pull me closer to her. 

For a minute I played with her, she went from wet to drenched. Her body quivered and shook as I slowly teased her, and like some magnificent instrument she moaned with every stroke of my fingers. 

"Master!" Kate gasped. 

"Yes?" 

"I need you!" 

I paused and she moaned, "Oh? You don't get to choice when I take you." 

"Please Master!" begged Kate. 

"If you are so eager," 

I rolled over so that I was on my back with her on top of me. 

Kate disoriented for a moment quickly realized what I meant, and peeling her panties off she pressed herself to me. She rubbed her wet pussy over my erection teasing me for a moment as I had teased her. 

I grunted and putting my hands on her hips guided her down. 

Kate sat up so that she had more control, and lifting herself up onto her knees she slowly slid down onto me going as slowly as possibly pushing both of us to our limit. 

Both of us gasped as she sank down completely on top of me. 

I was never going to let her go, she was mine. 

With a grunt I put my hands on her hips and held her in place reveling in the warm feeling engulfing me. This was more than love, I owned her, yet in her own way she held just as much dominion over me. It was a carnal ownership, love was only a small part of the relationship between the two of us. 

Kate worked herself up and then down, moving slowly at first the both of us getting used to one another again. Soon though she was unable to control herself and began to thrust herself on me more quickly, I had to admit I was at my limit as well.  

I grabbed her and held her still, moaning as I came. 

Kate groaned as well and for several seconds the two of us remained still reveling. Leaning forward Kate slowly collapsed onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. 

"Master," she moaned. 

"Yes Kate?" 

"Can you turn the chip back on now?" 

"Right now?" 

She nodded, "It feels like something is missing," 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes Master." 

Leaning over the bed I retrieved my phone. 

"This is going to take a minute considering we removed your external interface." 

I held the phone up to Kate's neck and watched the progress bas slowly creep across the screen. When it reached 100% Kate shuddered and fell back onto the bed. 

"You alright?" 

Slowly Kate opened her eyes, "Yes Master, everything is perfect." 

I wrapped my arms around her and crushed her to my chest. She was mine, and everything was right in the world. 

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March 28, 2016 

*The True Master* 

Kate looked around the loft and at the city below. 

"A different kind of view compared to the cabin." 

"Yes, well I'm running a different kind of game now." 

Kate nodded and glanced over at Adams. The former director was robotically preparing our dinner, "Do we really need her here?" 

"The old phrase keep your enemies close applies I think. Besides as far as the rest of the Company is concerned she's still the one in control so we need to keep up appearances, besides even amongst my slaves there should be a hierarchy." 

Kate frowned. 

"You don't think what I'm doing to her is wrong?" I asked. 

Kate shook her head, "No, but if you ever get your hands on Belial." 

She trailed off and I nodded, "He's got more blame than anyone else. He's knows exactly how I think though, if he wants to hide I will never be able to find him." 

"You don't think he will interfere?" 

I sighed, "I have some of his memories, but they're probably edited. I doubt it though. As much evil as he's done Belial understood he wasn't the one to control this technology. So he's at least pragmatic rather than megalomaniac." 

"That's supposed to be reassuring?" 

"No, realistic." 

I turned away from the window and sat on the couch, I beckoned Kate over and she nestled in next to me. 

"Jeremy and Helen are off in California, Dr. Song is playing mad scientist, Beth's in command of your military guys and Tracy is learning to take over Adams' job. You don't have anything for me to do?" 

I smiled, "You're doing it." 

I pulled her closer to me and Kate let out a small giggle. 

"We're a pair, all you need to do is keep me grounded," 

Kate leaned up against my shoulder and smiled. 

"I think I can do that Master." 

"Good, because we have a lot of work to do." 

I pulled out my phone and showed it to Kate, she looked at the text on the display for a moment, "What's this?" she asked. 

"Ambrosia, it's something the Company has been working on for nearly two decades. Immortality." 

Kate's eyes widened. 

"As in live forever?" 

"So long as nothing kills you. Yes." 

Kate considered that for a moment, "So you mean I would get to spend more time with you?" 

I nodded, "Yes, but my big fear is that the Company figures it out before me and they sell it off to the highest bidders. The rich get to live forever and the poor get to die. It's just another thing I'm going to have to deal with." 

"I'm sure you'll figure something out Master." 

"I hope so." 

"I know you will, after all you're my Master. You can do anything." 

I chuckled and pulled her closer to me, "And I think someone's a little eager." 

Kate blushed, "I didn't have you for a whole month Master, can you blame me?" 

I pulled Kate up onto my lap and planted a kiss on her lips. She melted against me and I reveled in her warmth as well as the mere fact that I had her in my life. 

I don't know if I'm real or If I'm just some hack's means to world domination, I don't know if I'm a program or a person. I don't know if I'll be able to take down the rest of the Company, or stop the technologies they've abused. I don't know if I can save the world from the corrupt and the deceitful, from the ones who have taken and never given back. 

I do know that with the Kate in my arms and by my side I'm willing to try. 

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End the True Master Arc 

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The story will continue, with The True Slave. Where we see how the True Master begins his takeover of the rest of the Company and Adams slow transformation continues. 

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You know, I'd like to think I've improved quite a bit since I started this story which I admit was something I did only because I was annoyed at how the majority of tales that toe anywhere close to Mind control hardly delve into it in any amount of depth besides just having sex. I hadn't though this through completely when I started, which might be fairly obvious in some parts. 

I would like to go back and fix this up, clean up and condense the story at some point. Most of all though I want to say thank you to you the readers for your comments and encouragement.