Prototype Ch. 04

For her part Rachel's soft smile seemed to broaden more as I played with her, but her focus never left the screen. Her blip barely budged in the slightest. After a time I pulled her shirt back down and left her there until three in the afternoon. I was taking at least a small risk with this session. I wanted to make sure her latest lessons sank in good and deep.

"Rachel, it's time to stop for now," I said, gently turning her face away from the screen as she finished one last problem set. Her eyes seemed almost to resist me, turning to as I moved her to stay glued to the monitor for as long as they could manage. Then they seemed to snap away, locking onto my own gaze instead. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as the fog seemed to quickly clear from them while I carefully removed the wire-mesh helmet.

A slow smile spread across her face. "These sessions aren't for a project for school, are they." It wasn't a question.

"Oh, they're for a project all right. But nothing for school, no." I admitted as I sat the helmet down carefully on the desk. There was no need to lie about that anymore. From now on she'd help me just because I asked her to. "Why do you ask?"

"Because after last time... I've never fallen for someone so fast or gone so far with a client before. I damn near fucked you Thursday night. After that night I decided from that point on I wasn't going to think of you like a client anymore. I came here this morning ready to do whatever it took to convince you to go out with me instead. I was going to seduce you, Benjamin, and then fuck you silly all afternoon long. I almost thought I had you with the offer of a threesome." She said.

"You almost did," I admitted. "What is different after your training?"

Her eyes widened at the use of the word training. I could have sworn they seemed to dilate as well. "Mmm..." She hummed, nearly a moan itself. "This time... this time I know something is different." Her eyes roamed over me again, that hungry look had returned to them just as strong as before. "Well, I don't feel like we have to be dating for me to fuck you anymore, for one. We got a good thing going here. No sense ruining it with a relationship, right?"

"That's good, because I think I'd much rather keep you as my personal whore. A fuck-toy ready to suck me off or fuck me whenever I might feel the urge- just because that what whores do." I could tell from the way she was absently biting her lip as she listened to my little speech that she rather liked the idea as well.

"Why did you have that rule anyway?" I asked her, suddenly curious.

Rachel shook her head, turning away from me for a moment as she thought about it. "I kept telling myself that that was the difference between me and a common prostitute. A pretty flimsy excuse, I know." She turned back to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she stood. I couldn't help but respond to the soft press of her breasts against my chest as she did so. "But now, after your training, I rather like the idea of being your personal fucking sex-toy. It feels so good to not have to lie to myself anymore- at least not with you. You know who and what I really am, and you accept me for it."

She leaned back and ran a finger down the length of my chest flirtatiously. "On that subject..." A hand cupped my erection from outside of my jeans as she reached up and flicked her tongue across my lips. "Now that you've turned me into your personal whore, what are you planning to do with me?" Her eyes narrowed with the purse of her lips as she changed tactics and reached into my pants to wrap her hand around my cock. "Because I can't wait to feel this cock buried inside my fucking pussy. Feel up to it?" She taunted me.

I knew I had plans for later that night, but I also knew the chance that I'd get lucky with Maggie was slim to nothing. She had been acting like she was suddenly interested in me, but that was no guarantee I could count on. A snap decision had to be made. Save myself for a small chance of sex later that night vs. taking my newly minted and self-proclaimed sex toy for a ride. A bird in the hand, as they say.

"I have been up to it since the first day I met you, you fucking tease." I nearly growled, pulling her face up to meet mine in a deep kiss. My hands wrapped around her to grab mounds of flesh and squeeze them possessively. "Always flaunting that fucking hot body of yours," I hissed in her ears as I broke the breath-stealing kiss.

"All part of the job," She moaned in response. "Half the work is the tease, to keep you coming back for more."

"Well it worked," I agreed, turning her and pushing her back towards the bed once more. "I kept coming back, and feeding you more and more of my hard earned cash. And all for what?"

"Some of the best blowjobs money could buy," She defended herself through gasps of pleasure as I pulled her shirt up and started sucking on her tits. Her nipples, already hard in anticipation seemed to swell even more as my tongue teased them.

"But you never let me get my hands on the best merchandise, Rachel. It was always look, but don't touch. Wasn't it." I squeezed an engorged nipple between my forefinger and thumb until she gasped out in shock- holding it as she squirmed in my arms. Then, once the flesh had started to discolor I released it- savoring the gasp of pain as the blood rushed back in again.

"Fuck!" She hissed through her teeth. "I suppose I deserved that for before," She admitted. "But not anymore- nothing is off limits anymore. Touch me," she offered, reaching down to loosen her belt and release her pants. "Tease me," She gasped softly as I grabbed each side of the tight jeans and yanked them down to the floor as if peeling a ripe fruit.

While I was down there, I pulled her g-string out of the way and slide one, then two fingers into her pussy. One of her hands landed on my head to steady herself as she slowly tried to kick out of the remains of her clothing on the floor without falling out of reach of my fingers and on the bed.

"Use me," She moaned as her legs began to spasm in response to my touch. "Just god damn FUCK me already!"

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, and slid my own jeans to the floor as I stood. "Who's the whore, here?" I asked her forcefully.

"I am. Your whore." She said, trying to kiss me. The next moment found my two fingers, still slick with moisture from her sex, shoved into her mouth instead. She greedily sucked her own juices off of them without a moment's hesitation.

"I should make you wait as long as I had to wait," I threatened as my fingers found their way back into her dripping snatch. "Let you fantasize about fucking me for months before I finally give you what you want."

"No- don't... I'm sorry. I was wrong. I thought I was... I didn't want to..." She was near frantic with need now. And it only fed my hunger for her.

"Act like a common prostitute? I'm not fucking paying you to ride my cock, now am I?"

"Fuck me, please, just take me! I need you inside me." She begged even as she rolled her hips against my fingers to steal as much pleasure from them as she could. "Use your fuck-toy. Take me!"

I grabbed her ponytail in my fist and held her head motionless for a moment. I let my eyes roam over the hot and needy flesh that was displayed before me. Her shirt was pulled up, exposing her ample breasts on her chest. Her pants were discarded on the floor and her panties had since fallen down to join them. Her hips moved in circles as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, trying to push my fingers ever deeper inside her. She seemed to need me in a way that I had never seen before in any woman- ever. And while I couldn't believe what I saw before me, I still wanted more.

How much farther could I push her? How much deeper under my control could I drive her? Was I depraved enough to wrap her around my finger and twist her so tight that I turned her into a creature so foreign her own friends wouldn't recognize her?

The rush of power went straight to both of my heads. I didn't know the answers to those questions- but I was going to find out. And in that moment, I was going to give that whore the ride of her life. I spun her around in front of me and pushed her, face first, onto the bed.

"Yes!" She cried out, spreading her legs over the edge to give me easier access.

I stepped up behind her, teasing her lips with the tip of my cock, rubbing it up and down her wet slit as she tried to shift her hips up and back to swallow it whole into the mouth of her pussy.

"Fuck me! Stick that hard cock into your whore's pussy. Use me like the sex-toy I am!" She cried out until I finally thrust myself deep into her in one quick push. "Oh fucking christ almighty!" She stammered out, cumming around me right then and there. I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening rhythmically around my shaft, trying to milk me into an orgasm of my own. As good as it felt, I had to pull most of the way out just to keep her involuntary attempt from succeeding.

It had worked. For all her arbitrary lines about what she would, and would not do as an escort- now that she was my whore there were none to be found. "So fucking good..." She moaned, as I started pounding her from behind once more. "God this feels... Yes... more!" I knew it was just part of her programing- making her believe that her pussy was made for my cock. That didn't keep it from feeding my ego though. Nor did it diminish how good it felt to finally be fucking this hot bitch on my bed.

To be able to act out all those sordid midnight fantasies I had been nursing for months? Not to mention the ones that were blossoming anew in the back of my mind. The seeds planted from the use of my control over her were sprouting- fed by the changes I could see from her training. I pounded her pussy over and over from behind amidst the screams of pleasure and pleas for more. It was water and sunlight for the dark and twisted effigies in my subconscious as their roots dug deeper into my mind all on their own.

Rachel wasn't the only one changing thanks to my salvaged prototype. And she wasn't the only one who was quickly growing to like what was becoming of them either.

I fucked her in a handful of positions that afternoon. I had cum once fairly early on but a little coaxing on Rachel's part had kept us both going for another hour after that. I had lost count of how many times she had orgasmed as had my fill of her. Finally, as I was about to cum for the second time I pulled out of her, demanding she get on her knees in front of me. "I want to cum all over those glorious tits of yours!"

She looked up at me with hunger flashing in her eyes as I sprayed a surprising amount of hot cum all over her neck and chest. "God, yes!" I groaned after I finally released the sharp intake of breath that had started my own orgasm. "I've wanted to do that for fucking ever!"

"Usually it costs extra to cum on a girls tits," Rachel commented wryly as she started wiping off her skin with her fingers. She quickly deposited each collected load in her mouth, moaning with pleasure each time she tasted it. "God your cum is delicious. How do you do it? How do you make it taste so good?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," I scolded her lightly as I watched her finish cleaning herself off and savoring each individual taste in her mouth. "Were you serious about the threesome you mentioned earlier?" I asked, recalling her offer from before her training once I had caught my breath. "I wouldn't mind having more than one willing sex-toy at my beck and call."

"Mmm..." Rachel hummed at my feet. "I was serious, yes. I know a handful of girls that would be willing to double team you, for the right price. And I'm sure with a bit of... training..." Her eyes fluttered in her head at the mention of her training once more before she continued. "They would be more than willing to do that and... anything else you wanted."

My eyes glinted with my own predatory hunger. "If I didn't know better I'd think you rather liked the idea of taking other girls and turning them into more little fuck-toys for me to play with."

Rachel hummed with pleasure as I teased her. "I do indeed," She practically purred, before dropping her voice into an obvious invitation for more. "And you and I both know exactly why I feel that way."

"You could have had a fetish for controlling others before me," I defended myself, but without much real effort behind it.

She did her best approximation of a single raised eyebrow. "Even if I did, it would have all been just a fantasy before. But now... thanks to your machine it's all too real a possibility. And far too tempting to pass up." Her hands wrapped around the base of my deflating cock as she leaned forward. "Care for another round? I haven't been this amped in a long time."

Then her eyes lit up with an even more devilish look. "May I suck your cock, Master?"

I had a working knowledge of BDSM, but before all this had started it hadn't had much of a place in my fantasy life. Suddenly I had a device that gave me the power to alter a person's mind, their very way of thinking, to be anything I wanted. Those roots I mentioned earlier, the ones that were digging into some of the rather darker parts of my subconscious and doing a bit of their own twisting along the way? It would seem they had added quite a bit of flavor to my otherwise vanilla thoughts and desires.

When Rachel called me Master, even just playfully, it made my cock twitch involuntarily. My eyes had been drawn off to stare blankly above her but I could still hear her sharp intake of breath. "Oh my... I see Master liked that quite a bit." She said, before wrapping her lips around my suddenly very hard cock.

"Stop that," I tried to fight her, but there was no real strength to my objections. "I'm not your Master, and you're not my Slave."

"Mmm... But I could be if you wanted," She whispered before hungrily devouring my cock a few more times. "All it would take... is a little..."

"Training," I finished for her, nearly cumming in her mouth right there. It was possible, I realized. She was right. I could... I could turn her into my slave, or something even worse if I wanted. I had already been considering it before but had lacked the courage to name it. The myriad possibilities flashing through my mind were more than I could handle. Within minutes of cumming on her tits I found myself shooting yet another wad down her throat once more.

"Oh my," She hummed as she licked her lips to savor the taste. "You really did like that idea. Shall I put the helmet back on? You could do it right now." She taunted me as she licked my cock clean of any delicious cum that might have lingered there. "Just make a few changes to my training and-"

"No." I managed to say, pushing her off of me. "I don't have time for that today." I honestly don't know where I found the reserves of strength to do it.

"Really? Turning down an offer to make your own little harem of slaves? What's so important that it trumps such a... life altering development?" She was curious, but her tone implied she was teasing me more than affronted at the suggestion. She was already grabbing her clothing as I reached for my towel and headed for the shower.

"I have a... date." I told her absently, still not really sure if that's what it was. "An old friend of mine just got her first part in a professional production. We're going to 415 to celebrate. Show yourself out, and lock it when you leave alright? I need to get cleaned up and get ready." I took a moment in the bathroom doorway to look back at her. As usual I couldn't help but notice how incredibly sexy she was- still mostly naked with the trailing remnants of my cum drying on her chest.

How could I just walk away and dismiss a hot fuckable mess like that, you ask? It was easier than you might think. Rachel was mine now. Her conquest was over. Achievement awarded. Challenge met. As memorable as it had been, the challenge of capturing Maggie still lay ahead of me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't about to abandon Rachel. She would come ready and willing to fuck anytime I wanted. I guess I was already starting to take that for granted as my mind moved on to the next item on my agenda.

I still need to get Act II loaded up on the machine too, I reminded myself as I turned away from my willing whore and reached for the tub faucet.

"Sure thing," She called after me as she started re-applying her jeans one tug at a time. If I had been paying attention like I should have I might have noticed the hint of rejection and disappointment in her voice. I didn't wait for her to finish before stepping into the shower, my mind already moving on to thoughts of Maggie and our evening together.

I could hear her lingering for a bit longer over the sound of the running water. By the time I was out though, she had gone. All for the best, I supposed. I had work to do before Maggie arrived.