Prototype Ch. 10

"I suppose I could at that," I whispered. "Make you docile. Submissive. Even more obedient. Focused on nothing. But. My. Pleasure." Her free arm reached back to run through my hair- trying to hold her balance even as she started moaning in pleasure.

I used the arm I had pinned to her chest to spin her back around, releasing both her ear and her breasts in the process. "But where's the fun in that? Besides, you're right again. We have work to do. " I said, abandoning her in the front room as I moved to the machine.

"Fuck, you are such a tease tonight," She cursed, though I could hear the desire in her voice as she followed behind me. "I think I like it."

It didn't take nearly as long for the two of us to hammer out Maggie's fragment file as I thought it would. Like I said, Rachel was already quite gifted in fucking with people's heads- as any escort worth their salt would need to be. And I had turned that job skill into a fetish, handed her the proverbial gun, and now I was letting her practice with a real target. An idiot could see how much it was turning her on. Thankfully I had boosted my own self-control a bit along with my confidence or I might have wasted that time fucking her senseless instead of preparing.

Maggie had all but told me- how had she put it? 'If you could make me more open an uninhibited like Rachel.' Well, turns out I could do that and more. I had had enough of Maggie as a passive participant in my nefarious endeavors, so the first thing we started with was bringing her around to our way of thinking.

"Benjamin's machine can change people and brainwash them." "Benjamin can use his machine to warp and twist people's minds into anything he desires." "I wanted Benjamin to change me. I asked him to do it." Then I borrowed a few lines from Anna's training file that I thought would be useful. "It feels so right to let Benjamin change me into whatever he desires." "I love what Benjamin has done to change me."

To ensure that there were no lingering moral or ethical hang ups, I added a few extra lines- including some variants of ones I had used on myself and Anna. "Benjamin has every right to brainwash and change other people into whatever he wants." "The feelings and desires that come from Benjamin's machine are just are real as any other." "If sexual objectification and slavery makes someone happy, then it's only right for them to be owned and treated like one as well." "Seeing the devotion others have for Benjamin makes me proud to be with him." "The thought of twisting and brainwashing other people into serving Benjamin turns me on."

I topped off that list with a couple phrases that were arguably the most important ones. "I am a willing accomplice to whatever Benjamin desires." "I want Benjamin to succeed at whatever he puts his mind to." And "I will do whatever I can to help Benjamin achieve his goals and desires."

Grand conspiracy aside, I had yet to do much by way of waving my magic wand to make Maggie more open and uninhibited. That part Rachel had ready to go. We both agreed that "I am uninhibited and open minded about sex" was a good start but lacked a certain... bluntness about what that really meant. It was too open to interpretation. She had evidently been thinking about that particular subject quite a bit since I had finished twisting her into my sex-slave. To get acceptably more specific we added "I enjoy sex with both men and women, or both at the same time." "I find both men and women sexually attractive and arousing." "I have a very active and healthy libido. I'm always read for sex." "It's okay to enjoy sex and physical pleasure." And- "I enjoy showing off my body and the way other men and women look at me."

I feel like I should clarify something here though. While I appreciated the limits of Maggie's acceptance of my hypothetical offer, that didn't mean I felt particularly obliged to follow it. She would be at the mercy of my machine and I had every right to do whatever I wanted with her- above, beyond, or even in complete contradiction of her wishes. I'm sure you understand that, given our somewhat rocky history, I fully intended her to be a very permanent fixture of my collection. That meant she needed a few changes more specific to that role. "I enjoy sucking cock and eating pussy." "I love the taste of cum, and how it feels going down my throat when I swallow it." "The thought of fucking Benjamin's other women arouses me and turns me on." "It feels so good to let a woman eat my pussy." "I love the way Benjamin's cock feels inside me." "Anything that excites Benjamin turns me on and makes me horny." "I would gladly fuck Benjamin and anyone else he desires whenever he wants."

That accomplished, there was still the issue of her jealousy to deal with. "Benjamin can collect as many lovers, slaves, servants, whores, and sluts as he wants. I know that I will always be special to him." "I trust Benjamin with my heart and with my mind." "I enjoy watching Benjamin with other women. I want him to have anything and anyone he desires." "I am okay with sharing Benjamin with other women." "Jealousy is pointless, empty, and only gets in the way of relationships with people I love. I know better than to let that happen."

This was going to be a considerable change in perspective for my dear Maggie. With that came the need for adjustments in her safeguards. I needed to ensure all of this didn't come crashing down around me. Once again I borrowed from what I had developed for Anna. The only major difference was that I didn't discuss them with Rachel. I didn't want her thinking to specifically about what her own limitations might be- or possibly how to get around them.

Yes, yes. I know. The fact that I could see the value of that precaution should have set off some sort of mental alarm. "Did I remember to turn off the oven?" - That type of thing. What can I say, I was still learning and besides- we'll get to that eventually. So far the best I had come with as I continued to refine them consisted of "I will keep how Benjamin's machine really works a secret." "I will do everything I can to protect Benjamin and his machine." "The machine belongs to Benjamin. Only he has the authority to use it on someone else." "I would never use the machine on myself or try to use it on Benjamin."

I gave the entire list another once over with Rachel- omitting a few key phrases of course. Once we were both happy with the results I saved them under the filename "SLUT" with the password "MAGGIE" Then I prepped the machine for a training session. When we heard her knock on the door at just after midnight it was all warmed up and ready to go.

I opened the door and let the cool breeze carry in the night air along with the intoxicating scent Maggie had brought with her. I couldn't help but stare- somehow she had found the time to pull her hair back and style it into a simple braid that laid softly over her left shoulder. Her beautiful brown eyes were swimming with emotion- too much for me to be sure what was going on behind them. Most of my immediate concerns were calmed by the way her face blossomed with a smile as she took me in- standing there patiently for me to invite her past the threshold.

"Earth to Benjamin," She said with half a laugh at almost the same time that Rachel chimed in with a "Well don't just stand there!"

I made my apologies and stepped out of the way. "Please, do come in."

Maggie took in the tableau quickly. Rachel had donned her dress from earlier in the evening and was sitting on a stool against the kitchen island- a cup of warmed coffee in her hand. "Hello Rachel. I- I'm glad you're here. I was sort of afraid..."

"That he would send me away? No chance of that after that kiss you gave me," Rachel replied, taking a sip of her drink even though it failed to hide the smile on her face.

I stepped up behind Maggie, wrapping my arms around her from behind. I grinned as she seemed to almost melt into me. "Would you like some?" I whispered near her ear.

"Hmm? What? I- uhm," She stammered, pulling away from me enough to look back and forth between Rachel and I in turn. I couldn't help but notice the growing blush on her face as she did so.

"I think he means coffee," Rachel said, attempting to come to her rescue.

Maggie smiled again, evidently a bit embarrassed at her own assumptions. "That would be nice, yes. I could use the pick me up, I think."

"I'm on it," said Rachel- turning to grab another cup from the cabinet.

I took the opportunity to turn Maggie around to face me. She seemed willing to play along, doing nothing to force me to remove even a single hand from her in the process.

"I'm glad you decided to forgive me for being such as ass," I said softly- finding myself falling into her eyes once again.

"Me too," She said. "Now. Where were we..." There was a moment's hesitation before she leaned up to kiss me. Our lips touched as her hands climbed up my chest to finally pull her arms around my neck. It was a tentative kiss, at least at first- as if she still wasn't sure if I was really kissing her. I was wrestling with the specter of my own doubt as well. It didn't take long for either of us to overcome our respective fears and lose ourselves in the kiss. It didn't last forever, but certainly long enough to give Rachel time to prepare her offered beverage. I didn't even hear the microwave beep.

"Your coffee, M'lady," She said, once it was obvious we were finished. "But no need to stop on my account. That was hot."

Maggie attempting to extricate herself from my arms was an awkward ball of reluctance. It felt like an aversion to leaving my arms at odds with anticipation and desire for the offered caffeine. Or perhaps the awkwardness was still just her uncertainty about how to navigate the conversation she was afraid we were about to have. "Thank you, Rachel. You're a lifesaver," She said- taking a sip before turning back to look at me with another mischievous grin. "Not exactly Starbucks, but it'll do. She deserves most of the credit for convincing me, you know. But I'm sure you, uhm... I mean-"

"So you mentioned, yes. We haven't had a chance to talk about that yet." I said, unable to banish the grin I had been wearing since the moment I had set eyes on her at the door.

"Oh, uhm. I, uh- I assumed you would have. I mean, while I was at the party and you two were..." I could see the uncertainty fogging her features. This must have been exactly the discomfort she had been hoping to avoid. "I guess you must have had other things to-"

"We talked, Maggie," Rachel said, cutting off her assumptions, correct or otherwise, before I could myself.

"Just not about that," I finished for her.

"Right," Maggie said- her voice set with a grim determination. She took a long swig from her coffee as if it had a shot of liquid courage hiding in its depths. "So. How are we going to do this? How do we make this work?"

"You're sure that's what you want?" I asked her, reminding her of at least the illusion of choice. One way or another Maggie was going to sit down at that machine tonight. It would just be easier, and that much more delicious, if I didn't have to trigger her previous training to do it.

Maggie took another long swig before answering. I could see Rachel over her shoulder taking a much slower one as she took in Maggie's demeanor with almost as much hunger painted across her face as I felt.

"Yes. I want to. I have to." Maggie looked to me for support. "I am not going to give you some sort of ultimatum and risk losing the best friend I've had since grade school." She turned to glance at Rachel. "And even against my better judgement I've developed a... a bond I guess- with Rachel. One that I'm not willing to throw away just to..." She stopped, as if trying to arrange her thoughts into something more coherent. "To what? Am I trying to win you or something? I know better than to think of this as a competition. I just... I mean, I don't know how."

I stepped up, slowly extricating the near empty coffee cup from Maggie's hands and handed it back to Rachel. My arms wrapped around Maggie once more, pulling her back against my chest while leaving an opening for Rachel to step up in front of her.

A fact Rachel was observant enough to take advantage of. "Listen Maggie," Rachel said softly, their lips mere inches apart. "It doesn't have to be this hard, girl." Rachel chewed on her own lip a moment before continuing. "He wants you. I want you. All you have to do is stop fighting it and let it happen."

I could almost feel Maggie's heart beating frantically in her chest. I suppose it could have been fear- we did have her pretty well locked down between the two of us. If she was afraid of being cornered she was already pretty well trapped. But I didn't think that's what it was that was pushing her heart to race and her breath to come in shorter and shorter gasps.

Rachel spared a glance at me briefly before slowly leaning in and kissing Maggie herself. I hadn't given her any indication I wanted her to stop. One of Rachel's arms drew up just enough to gently grasp the side of Maggie's face. Slowly, delicately she seduced Maggie with the softness of her lips and the gentle touch of her probing tongue. When she was done she leaned back, giving Maggie enough room to breathe again. "I know you want this. You just have to trust us."

"Do you trust us, Maggie? Do you trust me?" I asked her gently, still holding her safely in my arms.

"Yes," She whispered, in all likelihood as much to herself as to either of us. "I trust you. And I want to try- but, like I said. I just don't know how..." By the end her voice had picked up the desperate tones of a child denied her most favorite toy.

"Aahhh," Rachel said with a teasing grin. "She's even more cute when she's embarrassed."

That earned her a dagger filled look from Maggie before it melted into a smile of acceptance. "I see what you did there," Maggie said.

"I... might have a solution for you," I offered, as if unsure of the value of what I was proposing.

"I'm pretty sure I know what solution you have in mind," Maggie said, turning her head enough to lean it back against my chest. "Without trying to sound like a broken record, I just don't know if I can make it work. I don't want to ruin everything and walk away with broken heart to boot when I mess it up."

"No, I mean I might have a real solution," I told her. "Not exactly a magic wand, but it might do the trick." She took a moment, who knows what thoughts running through her head. Then she pulled away just enough to turn around and look me in the eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"The training machine. I think I might be able to use it to slip a stray thought or two into your head. Maybe loosen up one or two bolts that have you wound up so tight. Maybe all you need is a little... nudge."

Maggie held my eyes with a look of disbelief obvious in her own. I know I was biased, and I know I wanted to see something else there- but sue me if there wasn't a hint of desire swimming in there with all of that doubt.

"A bit late to memorize Act three, don't you think?" Maggie said halfheartedly, as if trying to hang on to some reason to walk away. Some excuse to say no.

"Doesn't matter. Do you want it enough to try?" I asked her.

Rachel slipped her arms back around Maggie from behind, her head peeking up on her shoulder. "What's the harm in giving it a try? Hm?"

Maggie seemed to consider it a moment. "So, are you the angel on my shoulder, or the devil?" She asked Rachel, tipping her head just a bit to nudge the one now resting next to her own.

"Definitely the devil," Rachel said with a smirk. "Devils have more fun."

Maggie's gaze returned to meet mine, the humor and confusion of the previous few moments all but vanished from her face. "You think you could... change me? Make me more like Rachel?"

I gave the moment the appropriate amount of time to have its intended dramatic effect before I answered her. "I think it's worth a try. For all of us."

And that is what lead to Maggie sitting down at the training station with the wire-mesh helmet draped over her hair. A click of a button and she was off- the unneeded snippets of Act 3 flashing up on the screen as her blip quickly started falling into the zone.

"That is so hot," Rachel said before I could stop her. "The look on her face when she succumbs. Slips under like that? Hot."

"Rachel!" I hissed, startling the poor thing nearly out of her dress. I held a finger to my lips to keep her from any further verbal objections as I ushered her out of the bedroom and closed the door. Which is where this all started.

Rachel gave a resigned sigh from her perch on the couch beside me. Her dress shifted beneath her as she rolled over onto her back to give me an entirely different view of her incredible form. "It's not like you have much of a harem to speak of anyway," She chided me. "We should really do something about that."

"I have Anna." I corrected her. "And soon enough I'll have everyone in her office."

"Don't count your chickens yet, Master. And from what you've told me Anna isn't a slave. Not that I'm sure what I would call her. If you actually were a super villain I'd say she was a henchman. If you ask me it's an important distinction."

"And why is that?" I humored her as I forced myself to finish off the last of that god awful beverage I had started earlier- tempted to add that shot of Vodka. "It couldn't make it any worse."

"A Master needs slaves. Especially one that wants a harem," Rachel said, her voice indicating she meant every word. "You can't have a harem of women who just consider themselves sluts. Then you're just a player. Not a Master. Let alone a super-villain."

"I will always be your Master- my precocious sex-slave. Do I need to administer another punishment?" I was only half serious. I didn't have the time nor the energy to go through that again if I was going to have anything left for Maggie once she was off the machine.

"Of course, Master," Rachel said, appropriately contrite. "I just think you should try it before you rule it out. Best to keep an open mind about such things."

"I'm not ruling anything out just yet," I warned her. "In fact, I'm just getting started."

Rachel arched her back enough to tip her head back- her vantage point now granting her a full if upside down view of my face. It also happened to thrust her breasts up like mountains of supple flesh topped with rock hard nipples- signs of her obvious arousal. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, Master." She was purring again.

Even with my heightened self-control I knew getting through an hour or more of Maggie's training without fucking Rachel again was going to be a challenge. At least my stamina was improving.

I leaned down next to Maggie, just off to her side and in front of her so I could get a good look at her face. Her blank, expressionless face- as she stared almost through the training monitor. The only signs of life were her slow shallow breathing and the rapid movements of her eyes as they tracked her fragments back and forth across the screen.

Light as a feather, I reached up and touched a finger to the ridge of her cheekbone. "There really is something purely erotic about this- the vulnerability. The helplessness. Almost an... innocence." An innocence I had taken full advantage of, using it against her to turn her into- into what? I didn't have a name for what I had done to her. Rachel was my sex-slave. Anna was... a servant? A henchman? Minion? "Maybe I really am turning into an evil super-villain."

Without thinking, I did the one thing I had just forbidden Rachel to do. I voiced the next thought out loud. "It's fun to be a little evil every now and then."