Prototype Ch. 11

"I really need to reign her in. I have put it off for too long, I think. Need to do something about that." It had been a week, but time and opportunity had not been on my side. I couldn't train Rachel over lunch, and she had managed to prevent the subject from coming up the couple of times she had spent the night with me. Somehow.

The other nights had been spent with Anna- when Maggie was too tired to spend the night herself. "The burdens of having a sex-slave and two other devoted... what to call them again? Well, devoted women at least." First world problems, right?

Which just about catches us up to Priya's arrival. Another Monday. Anna had spent the previous day preparing the apartment and I had made sure to schedule some time with Maggie and Rachel for after dinner today as well. Of course, that was before I had been so tempted by the exceptionally exotic but otherwise attached morsel that was currently marinating on my upgraded machine.

"What's wrong," I asked Maggie over the phone. I forced myself to stop staring at the bedroom door as if hiding my problems behind it would somehow solve them. "What do you need, Maggie?"

I could hear her take a breath over the line- whatever this was, she was mentally preparing herself for it. That couldn't be good.

"Plans are still on for tonight, right?" She asked finally. A considerably simpler question than I had been anticipating.

"Yes. I need to finish baking this one, but I think I can hold off sampling the meal until another time. Especially since, as fate would have it, this one is married."

"Why let that stop you, love? She certainly won't." Maggie said, as if I was being silly to even consider it. "Get the man in the chair and he could be begging you to take his wife as often as you like."

Once again the domino's all seemed to just fall into place. I had trained myself to believe that I had the right to use my machine to brainwash anyone I wanted. Until that moment, I had not wanted Priya's husband in any way. As stupid as it sounds, it was honestly not something I had considered as a problem in need of a solution until then. Sure, I knew that most of the people at the law firm would be married, or in relationships at least. But the wives and girlfriends weren't important once I had solidified my control- nothing more than mental shadows attached to the people I was actually after. I had not thought of their usefulness beyond the possibility that some of them might have been hot enough to be worth taking for myself as well.

For a moment I was mad at myself for being so incredibly short sighted. A few moments more and those feelings were overwhelmed with the possibilities those shadows now provided. "Moles to spy for me in whatever job or office they work in. More influence and protection if anything were to go south and I needed an out." Each of them would be another link in the chain that would spread my control that much further. And they would all be happily betrayed by their partners just to prove their loyalty to me.

"Benjamin? You still there?"

"Maggie, I could kiss you." I told her as the tension and pressure all but evaporated.

"Just make sure you show up tonight, and you can kiss me as much as you want. If you have the time, that is."

"Why wouldn't I have the time?" I asked, suddenly suspicious of what those two might be planning. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, I had nothing to do with it," She assured me- though the attempt did nothing to calm my developing concern. "But before you get all tied up in knots, I'm sure it will be fine. Just do me one small favor, okay?"

"What?" I asked her, my voice carefully guarded.

"Text Rachel and tell her she has to obey me, just for tonight. Please?"

This was considerably out of character for Maggie. Sure, she had enjoyed being a little dominant in bed with Rachel- using her for her own pleasure and especially for mine. But she had never asked for this degree of authority before. Still- I was more certain of my control over Maggie than I was over Rachel. This way I could enjoy punishing Maggie if she stepped over the line- wherever that might be. When it came to Rachel, I wasn't entirely certain anymore. The fact that I was able to admit that to myself should have scared the crap out of me.

"Done. But you'll suffer the same consequence if this turns out to be much ado about nothing."

"I love it when you quote Shakespeare, my love. Even if it is one of the most easily remembered ones. You can trust me. I have your best interests in mind."

"Is Rachel there with you now?" I asked.

"Yes- but I think its best if you just send her the text and then give us time to prepare. We'll be ready for you in a couple of hours."

I considered my options. "That would give me enough time to pull Priya out of the oven and send her own her way." I thought. "Fine. I'll see you at 6. I won't have time to get anything ready for dinner though."

"Plans for tonight will have to be... adjusted," Maggie said, her own voice sounding suddenly thick with desire. "I'll send someone to pick you up at six. And don't worry about dinner. You will be well taken care of, I assure you." She paused briefly- starting up again just as I was taking a breath to speak. "No more questions, now. You'll just have to trust me. Wear something nice. And don't forget to text Rachel. Now, if you please."

I couldn't help but chew on that a moment. Maggie and I both knew I could force her to spill the beans- each and every one of them. But I had to admit there was a certain energy and anticipation to the game she was playing. "Alright- I'll play along."

"I shall await my chariot at six," I told her. "Bye for now." I texted Rachel as soon as I was off the phone. I expected some sort of petulant reply- but received only silence.

My eyes were drawn back to the bedroom door. I had wasted enough time avoiding my problems. I knew what I had to do. Maggie had been right. A single session on the machine and Priya's husband would be willing to do anything I wanted. I had a feeling Priya could be very convincing if she was properly motivated. I laid my phone back down on the kitchen counter and rejoined her at the machine.

"Listen carefully, Priya," I whispered into her ear as I ran a hand up and down the soft warm flesh of her arm possessively. "People can change. You have changed. I have changed you, Priya. Just as I have done to others before you. And now, you're going to enjoy helping me do it to others as well. You will be one of my loyal servants, Priya. One of my devoted slaves. A possession- a jewel in my growing collection."

I leaned in, kissing her neck gently- smiling at the soft moan that escaped her lips at my touch. At how she tilted her head just slightly to expose more of her neck to my caress.

"You love me for it, Priya. You love what I have done to you. It is so strong- your devotion, your loyalty to me- that you would do anything, sacrifice anything, just to be mine. But others, people like your husband- if they knew what you were, and what I had done to you... they would try to take you away from me. They wouldn't understand how much it means to you to be my slave- how happy you are as my possession. But we do not fear them, or hate them- do we Priya. No. We pity them. How could they possibly understand when they haven't been shown the truth yet. That is why you must always hide your true feelings from them. Unless you know they are like you. Unless you are certain they belong to me, just like you do."

I stopped rubbing her arm and used both hands to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of her shirt and the bra underneath. They weren't large, but they were undeniably real- natural. I couldn't wait to see her naked and riding on top of me while I cupped their golden flesh in my fingers possessively.

"You love me, Priya, more than anyone else in your life- but that does not mean you cannot still love your husband as well. If he were trained on my machine, then he would understand. He would support you, help you, to serve me with all your heart."

She was breathing faster now, each rise and fall of her chest thrusting her breasts further forward into my hungry hands and squeezing fingers. "You want me to control him, Priya- to own him. Just like you want me to own all of your friends and associates at the firm where you work. Lie to them. Cajole them. Seduce them. Do whatever you can to help convince them to try my training without telling them what will really happen. How it will enslave them. Just like Anna did with you. Once they understand the truth, they will know it was the right thing to do."

I stopped the program at a quarter to six- which meant that Priya had been simmering in her own juices for just over three hours. Given the combined strength of my verbal cues, plus the repeated and concentrated indoctrination of her training file, I was confidant she would be thoroughly brainwashed.

The look of adoration in her eyes as life slowly returned to them proved me correct. They searched my face for a few pregnant moments before she turned them away, looking down to the floor and bowing her head slightly from her seat. "Hello... Master." She said.

I smiled a predatory smile that would have sent any normal woman running for the hills. "A quick learner, I see."

"I am not so far remove from my heritage that I am unaware of the histories," She said, her eyes still gazing at the floor. "Slaves and Sultans. Concubines and Kings."

"Why do you look to the floor?" I asked, amused at her behavior and wondering if it was a natural part of who she was before, or if something I had said had triggered it in her.

She hesitated a moment before answering. "I... I know that I belong to you. It would not be right for me to presume to look my Master in the eye as his equal."

"Are you my slave, then?" I asked, stepping up to her and lifting her chin until her she could not help but look accept my stare.

"I..." She licked her lips, her nostrils flaring as if taking in the scent of me as I stood close to her. "I am whatever you desire me to be."

"Very good answer." Her breath caught at my praise, making me chuckle despite myself. "Stand then, whatever you are. I wish to inspect my property." I moved away from the machine enough to give me more room to step around her.

She nodded and moved quickly to follow, though I couldn't help but notice her eyes were once more cast down to the floor. "Does this mean you wish me to remove my clothes?"

"Would you like that?" I asked, trying to hide the amusement and desire from my voice.

"I would like that very much, but I only wish to do as you desire." She said softly.

"I would like that as well," I said, reaching out to grab her hands to stop her as she immediately attempted to comply. "But I'm afraid I won't have time for that tonight. I have other plans to attend to."

"As you wish," She said as she lowered her hands. She had tried to hide it, but I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

I lifted her chin once more, waiting for her to raise her eyes before I said another word. "I will have you, Priya. Just not today. For now anything we do must be brief and with your clothes remaining where they are. I have someone coming to pick me up soon and I don't know if she belongs to me or not."

She simply nodded in reply. I couldn't stand it any further- her demure submission tempting a part of me as strongly as if she had just turned and run from an angry bear. I reached up and drew her against me into a deep and hungry kiss. I was pleased to find not a hint of resistance in her, though it would have surprised me after her behavior so far.

Her arms wrapped around me, caressing my sides and my back as my own hands parted her hair and squeezed her ass beneath her skirt. Her body was as soft and inviting as I had imagined, melting against me as if it were meant to be a part of me. I released her lips and started kissing her neck, slowly moving down the arch until reaching the edge of her top. The thin sheen of sweat that had broken out in the last few moments tasted salty and delicious on my lips.

"Master..." She moaned, softly. "Oh, yes..."

I twisted her around in my arms, one hand sliding up her front until I her the curve of her throat rested securely in my grasp. The other paused briefly to caress her breasts before it slowly traveled down, opening the gap between her top and her skirt to rest firmly against her skin. Priya shifted in my arms, pulling in her abdomen and opening a very inviting passage lower. I accepted the invitation, sliding below her skirt and panties until I could feel the heat of her sex. I smiled at how soaking wet with anticipation I found her nether lips as I gently parted them to tease Priya's clit.

"I... am... yours..." She somehow managed to say between her sharp and ragged breaths- trying her best to prop herself against me even as her legs began to tremble with weakness.

I sighed reluctantly as the sound of the doorbell called an end to our explorations. I released her, partially- one hand still lingered on the side of her neck, granting her the strength to steady her limbs as she steadied her breath accordingly. I did not want to have to explain to whomever was at the door why I had a collapsed woman on my floor.

"Good?" I asked.

Priya took a moment, her eyes still closed, but gave a few quick and sharp nods before I let her stand fully under her own power. "I have your number from Anna. She is like you. Help her Priya. You know what you must do."

Her eyes opened a heartbeat later along with a dangerous smile- one I was coming to recognize on my captured prey. "Yes, Master." This time she did not look down. I left her there to complete her recovery as I went to check the door.

"Well today is just full of surprises," I said as I opened the door to enjoy the captivating sight of Rachel's friend Desirae in a red dress and matching stiletto heels standing on pavement that had recently received a bit of rain. The dress sparkled in the light as if sequined, though not a single piece of tinsel showed anywhere on it. The neckline plunged deep below her breasts, laying atop them as if only recently draped there and otherwise easily pushed aside to reveal the barely hidden and voluptuous treasure beneath. The scoop did not stop until well past the piercing at her belly button, which itself was no more than a foot above the hemline. The bottom of her dress barely crested the curve of her hips and would surely expose most of her ass if she were to bend over.

Desirae's platinum blonde locks curled down over her shoulders as her grey blue eyes looked me up and down. She pursed her lips, painted as meticulously as the rest of her makeup with their own soft shade of red to match her dress. "Your carriage is here. You ready to go?" She asked.

I had to admit, even with all that I had seen and done these past two weeks, the stunning beauty before me left me somewhat speechless. Momentarily, at least. "Almost," I said, finally finding my voice. "I'm waiting for-"

Desirae's eyes were drawn over my shoulder as Priya's voice interrupted me. "I was just freshening up after the treatment," She said. Gone was the hesitation and submission. She was once again the same confident and collected woman that had arrived hours before.

I stepped back to introduce the two of them properly. "Priya, this is Desirae, a friend of a friend. Desirae, this is Priya, a-"

"Very impressed and soon to be returning client." Priya said, extending a hand towards Desirae. "For being in such an early start-up stage, I'd say he's doing an excellent job of keeping things very professional."

Desirae shook her hand as confidently as she looked, without a single concern over what her outfit or appearance might be saying about her. "A client, hm?" She gave me a knowing glance.

"Nothing like that, Dez," I said, realizing what she must have assumed and getting the desired surprise at using the more personal nom du gar. "I'm starting up a relaxation and meditation practice. Maybe some accelerated learning as a side benefit."

"Of course," Desirae said slowly, her eyes going back to Priya and looking her up and down. My own did the same, though I needn't have been concerned. Priya had done an excellent job of quickly removing any indication that we had been hot and heavy mere moments before. "Rachel mentioned something about that. Like a massage for your brain."

My eyes narrowed at her choice of words but Priya shook it off. "Well, I certainly feel like a whole new woman." She said, before turning to shake my hand as well. "Looks like Anna's off the hook for the next girl's night out after all." She turned back to Desirae, not bothering to explain the reference. "You should give it a try. Benjamin is really on to something here. If you'll excuse me..."

Desirae stepped aside so Priya could make her exit. We both watched as she confidently strutted her way to her car, crossing her legs just enough with each step to leave her footprints on the wet pavement in a perfectly straight line.

I recovered before Desirae, clearing my throat softly. "My carriage?"

She turned to me, her lips glistening in the light as if she had just wet them. "Hm? Oh, right. I take it we can go then?"

I nodded, grabbing my phone and keys from the counter. I locked the door before following her to her car, a very sleek looking luxury vehicle even nicer than Priya's. Not that I could say much beyond first impressions. I had delayed just enough to enjoy the view as Desirae moved with an even more pronounced gate, each step cocking her hip slightly from side to side as if she were on a fashion runway rather than a cracked concrete walkway.

"Evidently Desirae doesn't want anyone else showing her up tonight," I thought, imagining what Priya might have looked like in a similar outfit. Though I had to admit, Desirae filled it out considerably well. I was amazed her dress did not slide off of her sizable breasts as she moved. "Maybe the dress is taped? Anchored to her tits somehow." If the outfit was any indication of the evening I was about to have, I had little doubt that I would soon find out.

I let the first bit of the drive go by otherwise unmarked by comment, snide or otherwise. This beautiful creature, as provocatively dressed as she might have been, was not one of mine just yet and therefore things had to be negotiated the old fashioned way. Eventually the silence would get to one of us and that would be the opening to find out more. "Okay, I'll play this game. I can be patient when I have to be."

I couldn't be patient, or at least I wasn't willing to let the entire drive go by in silence. One could say that Desirae won that little power struggle. I'd like to think I just let her win. "So, what can you tell me about tonight?"

Desirae smiled without turning to look at me, confirming that she had come to the same conclusion about winners and losers that I had. It irked me, but with the view that I had it was hard to stay mad. "I have been told to give nothing away. So you will likely find any answers I have to give will be less than forthcoming in detail."

"Alright. No leading questions then. But you can answer simple questions. Yes or No type of thing?"

"It could hardly be considered entertaining if I just ignored you. As long as I don't 'give anything away' I can say whatever I like." She was still smirking.

That wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. There were ways to stone wall me, if that's what she was after, without leading me on. She wanted me to dig. I pondered that for a bit, taking a moment to re-evaluate my first impression of Dez, as Rachel called her. "Smarter than she looks, then...". I wonder how many other men, or women for that matter, took one look at that hair and that rack and assumed she was just as vapid as she appeared. "A fact she likely uses to her advantage, and more than likely encourages."