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.