﻿Ninja Vigilante

by Pan



Genre: Mind Control
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-03-11 16:14:54
Updated: 2020-03-28 06:53:48
Packaged: 2024-02-16 20:10:26
Rating: Some Sex
Chapters: 6
Words: 14,563
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/21855/ninja-vigilante
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/pan
Summary: Ninja Vigilante's adventures continue months after rescuing a scientist, but her fantasies seem to have her spiraling downward. Co-written by Buster.





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6



	Chapter 1

“Hayes, your asset has ghosted.”

Two men sat in an unmarked conference room, no windows, no phones, and no watches, with pale florescent lighting and steel spartan chairs. One, in a two-piece suit, the other in uniform.

“It is my contention, sir, that the asset is in play.”

“That’s your contention, eh? I’m listening, grunt, convince me.”

Director Hayes spoke with the same clam controlled demeanor he always carried, “The asset received 6 months of treatment in our facility, the seed is planted, and the obsession will grow. He knows what we do, and he won’t be able to stay away.”

“So what if he finds some other outlet to his obsession, he’s already got the woman.”

“Miss Cummings? Ha, I doubt that’ll be enough for him, it’s a growing need, sir, he’ll be back and more ambitious than ever, and when he is, we’ll leverage everything he’s been doing since the attack. And it’s likely that he’ll bring slaves in ... Willing slaves.”

* * *

“Oh, god...” Alexis moaned, as she ducked behind a chimney. She shouldn’t be doing this—she should have been focused, concentrating on fighting crime, not getting herself off ... But for reasons she couldn’t explain, she was so incredibly horny.

It had started as an ordinary night for Alexis Bishop, chemist/metallurgist by day ... Ninja Vigilante by night. She’d put in a hard day’s work, as always—her morning coffee had gotten her through to lunch, when she’d taken a catnap in her office, which had given her enough energy to get through the rest of the day. She’d been the last to leave the office, picked up takeaway on the way home, and slept on the couch for few hours before rising and going to the gym. Then, finally, 11pm had come—her roommate, Keri, had finally gone to bed, and that meant that it was time to don The Suit.

The Suit was Alexis’ own invention—her life’s work, in a way. It was specifically designed to meld to her body, and as Alexis stripped off, she couldn’t help pausing for a moment to admire that body.

Although her lifestyle certainly took its toll on her sleeping patterns, she was extremely happy with how well it kept her in shape. If the gym visits weren’t enough, running around on the rooftops for several hours per night were, and when you added her weekly martial arts classes to that, she certainly wasn’t lacking for exercise.

Standing naked in her room, Alexis knew that anyone she should choose to share her body with would have nothing to complain about. Her breasts stood pertly on her chest, and her nipples were hard (due to the cold, she told herself) and her tight ass had exactly the right level of bounce. She could have stood and admired herself for much longer, but there was crime to fight.

Alexis had donned the suit, relaxing as the darkness turned into a perfect visualization of everything she could see, overlaid with all the information relevant to her vigilante work—as she scanned her room, any potential weapons and threats were automatically highlighted in red, and potential escapes in green.

Just a few months ago, Alexis had rescued a man named Joe, and helped him go underground, both literally and figuratively. He was a brilliant programmer who’d been kidnapped and whose death had been faked, and now had no recourse but to live out of sight. Still that was better than being a slave... 

He’d actually been a life saver, and one of the few people who knew anything about her. To help him out she’d set up an IP feed that they could both access when he needed to contact her, which had mostly been for him to call her for help, until that one fateful night.

She’d been investigating a manager of a night club who had been using his business’s pulsating music and strobe lights to turn innocent visitors to the city into high-priced strippers. But she didn’t know that at the time, and he’d manage to entrap her until she’d been overwhelmed with the desire to strip and then beg him to fuck her. She’d turned much of the suit transparent and was giving him a lap dance when he’d pushed her back on the desk and went to grab a camera. His music had done its work, and gone partway to turning her into a pliable young slut, wanting nothing more than to serve under him. But on that desk in a brief moment of clarity, she’d called Joe for help and he answered. Joe had worked furiously fast to hack into the suit through the IP feed and he had saved her? by using that feed to pump Death Metal into her audio feed. Of course in the time it took to do that, Alexis was so far gone that she’d fucked the manager for everything she was worth. But as she came down from her orgasm, the rapid cacophony of Death Metal canceled out the hypnotic spell she had fallen under so easily and she got free, and shut down his operations. Joe really seemed to have a knack for the programming, and caught on to the idiosyncrasies of her coding quickly. She was grateful, so much so, that she even decided to trust him with her first name.

What Alexis didn’t know was that Joe had been programming her suit to turn her into his own personal sex toy even before she rescued him. With the upgrades he’d helped her install after the incident, her suit was now rewriting her mind to be turned on by domination, to make her constantly horny, and to ensure that she wanted nothing more than to find a strong, dominant man, and do his bidding. It was part of the reason she’d been entrapped so fast. But Joe saved her because, of course, he wanted to be the man to bed her.

So whenever Alexis put the suit on, she found her mind being overwhelmed with fantasy. She didn’t even question why she was openly masturbating in her room instead of leaving by the window for another day of crime-fighting, why she was picturing herself in the middle of a ring full of criminals—big, strong thugs and hitmen, with huge arms and legs, thick necks ... and, when they removed their pants, thick other things as well. In her reverie she was naked, on her knees, being thrown between them like a piece of meat.

Instead of fighting back, she was begging them for more, begging to take their cocks down her throat and fellate them, begging to be treated like their own personal slut.

As the erect criminals brought their members closer to her, she couldn’t resist a pun. “These men really are at large” she thought to herself with a smile and a moan, before the first cock got thrust down her throat, while her legs got parted by a pair of strong, muscular hands, and her wet cunt was penetrated.

Alexis shook with pleasure as she came, standing in her own room, her window wide open.

‘Whew,’ she thought with a puzzled expression. ‘Well, I guess it’s good that I got that over with ... now, to business.’

* * *

Forty minutes later, as she bounded across the rooftops, Alexis was beginning to wonder if she had a problem. She hadn’t connected her increased arousal with the fact that she was wearing the suit, not yet—but the longer she roamed the streets, the more turned on she got. Finally, ducking behind a chimney, she got herself off again, picturing a scenario similar to the last one.

She had no idea why she was specifically turned on by criminals—’It must be a remnant of that sleazy club owner’s control’, she thought to herself. Whatever it was, she knew that sexual fantasies could be healthy, and she didn’t even question her position as she began to play with herself once more, unwittingly causing Joe’s insidious programming to take a deeper and stronger hold over her.

Just as she was approaching climax, picturing a band of pirates sharing her on their ship, she heard a woman’s scream. Immediately, her instincts took over—she stopped rubbing herself through the suit, got up, and let the visual interface guide her to the source of the sound.

A smile crept across her face as she saw what was below her—a man was mugging a young lady.

He had no idea that she’d soon be coming.

A quick thought was all it took to transform her appearance—she’d decided to make him think that this was his lucky day, and taken the form of a scantily-clad jewelry adorned young debutante, clearly rich, spoiler and foolish. The mugger wouldn’t be able to resist—he’d be able to double, triple his profits, and she would look completely defenseless... 

At least, that’s what she wanted him to think.

Her landing was all but silent and her suit’s shapechange was instantaneous. She took on her character’s part and made her entrance. “Hey, omygawd, what are you doing? Creeper alert.” The mugger turned to her with a sneer, but seeing her alone and with a slight tipsiness in her voice, the corners of his lips curled upwards. Alexis was pleased to see his face light up with greed.

“Hey little girl,” he said, his gruff tones sending a thrill up Alexis’s spine. This crude criminal was almost stereotypical ... and exactly the kind of man she fantasized about during her (increasingly frequent) masturbatory sessions. “Get over here.”

“What? Oh god,” Alexis said demurely, telling the suit to give her a face of innocent shock, while at the same time preparing herself for battle. “Okay, anything you say, mister ... just please, don’t hurt me!”

“Get over by the wall,” he instructed, and as Alexis did as she was told, she was surprised to find her pussy throbbing with joy. Just obeying the crook’s instructions was turning her on ... what was wrong with her?

She’d initially planned to fight back, but curious to see how her body would respond if she continued to obey his instructions, she spread her legs at his command, and shuddered with pleasure as he approached.

‘Screw this,’ she thought, knowing that if she let him pat her down, he’d be able to feel the suit and the ruse would be over. ‘Let’s try something new... ‘

“Run!” she said to the other woman, who instinctively did exactly as she was told. The mugger’s head snapped around as he watched her leave, and though he considered chasing after her with his knife, the target in front of him clearly had much more to offer.

‘So much more,’ Alexis thought, as another erotic thrill ran through her body.

The mugging had interrupted her as she was just minutes from orgasm, and the hormones were still running through her body. She was horny as hell, and by coincidence the man in front of her was exactly the kind of person she’d been fantasizing about. The suit, unbeknownst to her, had picked up on her elevated arousal level, and was taking advantage of it to send more and more sexual command to her.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pinned her against the wall, leaning in close, “You’re going to pay for that, bitch.”

“Yes, make me pay, I’ll do anything,” one of her hands which had been up against the wall reached back, searching his body, reaching down between his legs.

“You want my cock, bitch?”

Every time he spoke, every degrading thing just spiked arousal in her. “Please,” she begged, turning around and dropping to her knees in front of the thief, “please ... I need this.”

Though the mugger never loosened his grip on the knife he was holding, he also didn’t make any move as Alexis pulled out his rapidly-thickening cock. He was stunned at her eagerness, she was deepest fantasy, a woman under his thumb, eager to please. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but it was easy enough to justify it in her head—this, surely, was a better system of dealing with criminals than beating them up. Right? She was ... rehabilitating him. Rewarding him for not robbing her. Yes, that was all it was. The strange thoughts were pouring over her mind like rushing water washing away any reason.

It couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that she hadn’t been laid since she was taken by the club manager, weeks earlier. It had nothing to do with the insistent urges from her pussy that she was nothing but a fuck toy, a number of holes for men to use. It wasn’t that she desperately wanted to drain the man’s cock—any man’s cock!—and show him what a total slut she was.

It had nothing to do with any of that, Alexis told herself, just scientific curiosity, as she opened her mouth and hungrily took the strange man’s cock inside. “Mmm,” she moaned, the sound rolling around the thick member stuffed inside her face.

“Oh gawd,” the mugger cried with pleasure, as Alexis’s warm, wet mouth descended on his cock, her tongue swirling around his head, and one hand jacking off his shaft. “You dirty little slut...”

The phrase was like fireworks going off in Alexis’s head, and if her mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, she would have cried “Yes! Yes, I’m just a dirty little street slut ... use me, use your dirty fucking slut. Cum inside my mouth, cum deep in my throat ... fill me up with your seed, and show me who’s boss...”

Instead, she redoubled her efforts, wordlessly trying to convey the same message. She hadn’t felt so alive in years, and if she wasn’t using both hands to ensure that her fellatio was as good as it could possibly be, she would have reached between her legs and played with herself—as soon as her hand pushed down on her throbbing clit, she knew she would have cum.

It didn’t take long for the criminal’s orgasm to arrive, and he roughly thrust forward as he did, his cock hitting the back of Alexis’s throat, threatening to leave a bruise. She loved it. She loved everything about the situation—how dirty she felt, how much pleasure she was obviously giving the stranger ... even the fact that he was a stranger turned her on, and despite having no contact with her own pussy, as the strange man’s seed spurted down her hungry throat, Alexis found herself joining him in orgasm.

“Fuuuck,” he said, as he came down from his orgasm. He blinked twice, and looked around confused—he knew that he’d just been with someone (his still-twitching cock was evidence of that) but when he’d opened his eyes after cumming, he was completely alone.

Confused, he wandered off, deciding that the night had been strange enough, and that he’d be best off heading home before trying anything else.

* * *

Alexis watched him go, still coming down herself from the powerful orgasm that had hit her when she’d brought the criminal off with her mouth. She’d immediately commanded her suit to go into camouflage mode—she’d normally have made an example out of him, by roughing him up a little, even dropping him off at the local police station—but something about it didn’t feel right.

‘Because of the intimacy we briefly shared’, Alexis told herself, ignoring the parts of her body that were screaming something else—that he was a man, and it wasn’t her place to do anything to a man.

It was a man’s place to do things to her. Many, many things. Whatever they wanted to do.

That thought subconsciously stuck with her as she, too, decided to call it an early night, and go home. Men, doing whatever they wanted to her ... using her ... commanding her, dominating her. She was built to serve men. She was nothing but a young, man-serving slut, who had a sexy body to offer. She wanted to get men off with her body.

She wanted to be a slut.

When she got home, she masturbated twice more before taking the suit off and going to sleep. She knew that there was something wrong with what had happened that night, but she didn’t much want to think about it ... she was enjoying herself too much.

‘Thoughts are for the morning,’ she told herself as she came. ‘The night time is for pleasure... ‘


	Chapter 2

When Alexis awoke the next morning, her head was much clearer, and she forced herself to ignore the persistent throbbing of her pussy.

‘No,’ she told herself. ‘No, something’s wrong ... last night, that wasn’t me. I’m more than that.’ It was a challenge to ignore the thoughts swimming through her head—how right it felt, supplicating to the mugger ... How much she’d enjoyed pleasuring him, putting his happiness before her own ... How sexy the idea was of throwing her career away and spending her days—and nights—finding men like him, rough, strong men, and fulfilling their every fantasy.

She was tempted to sit back down on the bed and bring herself off once more, but she knew that she couldn’t. It was a slippery slope, and if she started down that path, she’d never return. She’d stop being Alexis Bishop, she’d lose herself in the pleasure.

Why was the idea so tempting?

One cold shower and a hot cup of coffee later, Alexis felt much more in control. It had been a challenge, but she’d managed to stop herself from running her hands all over her body in the shower, enjoying the touch, reaching between her legs and getting herself off. She’d caught a glimpse of her taut, lithe body in the mirror, and ignored the images that flashed into her mind of that same body dressed in a maid’s outfit, servicing the entire contents of the local prison—apologizing to all the men she’d put there with the intense sexual pleasure that she knew her body could offer them.

As the caffeine hit her brain, she realized that something was seriously wrong. She’d always had a healthy sex-drive, but this was ridiculous. Her housemate Keri was out, and so Alexis had the kitchen to herself as she paced back and forth, trying to decipher where these strange urges were coming from.

It couldn’t be remnants of the nightclub owner’s hypnosis, it was too powerful for that. ‘Too powerful.’ The experience had been many months ago, and Alexis knew that programming like this couldn’t build over time, not unless it was reinforced on a daily basis. But who could have access to her on a daily basis?

Except for going into the lab where she worked, Alexis had very few daily habits. She had a few TV shows that she watched once or twice a month, and she checked her email regularly—but not daily, and even when she did, she switched devices.

This kind of programming would require a heavy visual or auditory component, Alexis knew that—if there had been any kind of music regularly playing in the apartment, Keri would have said something, and both the girls would have noticed it.

Alexis scratched her head and returned to her room to search it for anything that could be regularly affecting her mind. As she did, she tried to remind herself that the programming was a BAD thing—that she didn’t want to be slowly turned into a submissive little sex-toy, that she wouldn’t be fulfilling her life’s purpose by giving into the control.

“I am a strong, independent woman,” Alexis told herself, but when she glanced in the mirror, she didn’t even believe herself.

It was a Saturday—one of Alexis’s days off—and with nothing else to do, she considered putting The Suit on and roaming the streets, before deciding that a repeat of last night was too much of a risk.

Alexis tried to ignore the fact that a repeat of last night was exactly what she wanted. There was something so hot, so sexual about wearing The Suit—it was a feeling that had never been there before, and just before she lay down to pleasure herself at the thought, it struck her.

The Suit. She wore it every day, for an extended period of time. If someone could get some kind of backdoor program into her crime-fighting outfit, it would be the perfect tool to brainwash her. ‘Brainwash.’ Another wave of pleasure rolled over her at the mere thought of the word.

Whoever was doing this was extremely devious—they’d programmed in a lust for the idea of being programmed itself. But she wasn’t too far gone, not yet. If she could avoid wearing The Suit, the programming would fade—and if she could hack into it, then she’d be able to find out exactly who was responsible.

But first, she decided to have another long, cold shower.

* * *

Keri arrived home at 8pm, and knocked on her housemate’s door.

“I’m busy!” Alexis shouted through the closed door.

“I brought Chinese!” Keri replied, and for the first time since she’d started work, Alexis looked at the clock and realized the only thing she’d consumed since she woke up was a hot cup of coffee.

“I’ll be right out!” Alexis replied, suddenly aware of how ravenous she was. She’d poured herself into her work, knowing that only by totally distracting herself would she be able to combat the feeling that what she was doing was wrong, that the natural course of action would be to let the programming take her, break her, make her into a perfect slut... 

She’d managed to create a backup of the suit’s AI, and interfaced with it offline to analyze the data. Just as her housemate had come home, she’d found out who had been programming her—it was exactly who she’d expected.

Joe.

The mysterious man who’d saved her, the man who she’d saved from that government installation. She didn’t really know him, yet she’d let him have remote access to her suit after that night. How could she have been so stupid? She’d allowed that stranger to program her, and from her actions and desires it was obvious what his end goals were. He wanted to seduce her to turn her into his full-time personal sex slave.

And she found the idea sexy as hell.

Alexis shared a meal with her housemate while struggling with feelings of self-loathing. Her night-time hobby was a fight for the greater good and this man had systematically worked to stop what she was doing and corrupt her. Hell, last night she’d given a blow-job to a criminal instead of accosting him.

But no matter how much she rationally convinced herself that his actions were evil, they felt so right. She wanted to be his personal little slut—she wanted to throw both halves of her double-life away, and surrender to his will.

He was a man, and a strong, dominant man at that—he’d managed to break her will, and for that he had to be punished, Alexis knew. It was just ... she wished there was some way that she could punish him and become his sexy little servant at the same time... 

“Are you okay, Lexi?” Keri asked, after Alexis had spaced out one too many times.

“Yeah, sorry...” Alexis responded, a submissive thrill running through her body just at the idea of apologizing—even to her female housemate. “Big day.”

“No worries. I’m going to watch a flick, if you want to join me.”

“Nah,” Alexis replied with a smile. “I’ve got something I need to take care of...”

* * *

Joe was surprised at the sound of his “doorbell”—he hadn’t been expecting any visitors. No one, in fact, knew where he lived. Of course, his version of a doorbell was proximity detectors on the approaches to his underground home in the bowels of the city. He gestured to Beth Cummings to make herself scarce, and when his visitor arrived, he was shocked and surprised to see the angry girl in the suit before him ... with the hood down.

* * *

After washing up as a thanks to Keri for getting the food, Alexis had gone upstairs, formatted her suit (ensuring that she could wear it without having to worry about Joe’s influence) and then crumpled to the floor, masturbated, and then cried for an hour.

Afterward, she felt much better. Her hormones were still urging her to submit to a man—any man—but her head was clearer, and she knew what she had to do. She had to confront the man who had done this to her.

It had been a simple matter to reverse-hack the suit and discovered the location of the database that Joe’s commands were coming from. She’d stopped herself from reading them—a large number of variations on “You must submit” would certainly not have helped her get over the obsession at that point in time, and she wanted to act quickly.

Ultimately, there was no point to it, she sighed, admitting that she was just delaying the inevitable. She knew where he lived. She’d set him up there. It was time to go to the sewers lair, face Joe, tell him that she knew what he’d done and that it hadn’t worked.

Less than an hour later, Alexis found herself approaching Joe’s lair. She wondered how he managed to afford such niceties as heat sensors, proximity detectors, and and had turned the place into a fully furnished lair. Then she remembered that he was as good a programmer as her (if not better, she reluctantly admitted) and if she was equally unrestrained by the law, she’d be able to afford something as good—if not better.

“Alexis??” he said in shock—he’d not actually ever seen her face despite the intimate contect he’d had with her mind. Now before him, she was far, far more stunningly beautiful than he’d ever imagined.

As she glared at him, his look of shock relaxed, and he invited her in. Later, she told herself that she should have recognized that something was wrong, suspected something from his grin—but she was feeling so hollow and so full of anger that she missed all the clues.

“Joe.” she replied flatly, remembering something that her adopted father, Papa Wen, had taught her—let them do the talking. Always. Left to their own devices, people will almost always incriminate themselves. She’d brought a pocket recorder along for this very purpose.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said, as they sat down in what could now pass for a luxurious living-room.

“Yes?” she said, refusing his offer of a green tea. Now that she knew what he’d been doing, she didn’t trust him at all—if he so much as put music on, she’d be leaving as quickly as she could.

“The last job, the club ... I’m worried that the music had a greater effect on you than we realized.”

“Oh yes?” Alexis said neutrally, waiting for him to slip up. As he spoke, she suddenly realized something—’The club music—that’s probably where he got the tech for the subliminals from!’

“ ... so of course, that’s going to have a long-lasting effect.” Joe said, as Alexis tuned back in.

‘Shit. What did he say? Say something neutral.’ A beat of time passed before she offered, “I can understand how you’d think that.”

“Have you been having any strange thoughts lately?” Joe asked, and Alexis leaned in. This was it.

“Like what?” she replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Of course she’d been having strange thoughts—thoughts of submission, of being dominated, of strong, alpha males, using her body for their pleasure... 

“Well,” he said, “I remember you saying at the club that the manager took advantage of you.”

Alexis’s pussy gushed at the memory. Took advantage of her ... that was a diplomatic way to put her. He’d fucked her raw—he’d treated her like nothing but one of his sluts, like a little sex toy. He’d used her and thrown her away, and she’d loved every second of it.

Not, of course, that she could say anything like that Joe.

“Uh huh,” she said, her hand gripping her leg tightly. She didn’t trust herself to speak, any more, she was so turned on. The hope in her heart had been that masturbating before she left would be enough to quell her needs, at least for long enough to get through the meeting.

Her hope had been wrong.

“I mean, have you found yourself reliving that moment? Have you found yourself replaying the incident in your head? The rough way he took you, the way he owned your body, how it felt to be nothing but a plaything, to be a possession...”

“Mmmm...”

“I’m just worried because ... well, I think that sort of thing might be addictive. I think that maybe you’re craving it, that you’re feeling your whole purpose is to be used, is to be taken.”

‘Yes!’ Alexis screamed internally, while forcing her head to shake from side to side—strange, stilted, jerking movements that she knew must look odd, but there was nothing she could do.

“Are you sure? Because if you need to talk to someone about it, I’m here...”

Alexis tried to distract herself with everything that was wrong about the situation. He hadn’t asked how she knew where he lived, or why she was here, or hell—even expressed surprise that they were meeting in person for the first time.

“I’m fine,” she tried to say, but it just came out as a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” Joe said with a kind smile. “It’s okay, Alexis. I’m here to help ... I know you have these desires. I know you just want to use that hot, tight body of yours to get men off...”

‘No!’ Alexis wanted to say, but she’d lost control of her body at this time, and she found herself nodding.

“Why don’t you let me see it?”

In a feeling that was far too familiar, Alexis found herself (for the second time in a few months) standing and stripping against her will. Only this time, it wasn’t her body that was disobeying her—it was her mind. Joe was absolutely correct—it felt so right to be taking her clothes off, to let a man see her hot, naked form. As if she’d known this was going to happen, Alexis hadn’t put any underwear on, and as soon as the T-shirt she was wearing slipped over her head, her pert nipples came into view.

“Excellent,” Joe said with a leer. “And the...”

Before Joe could finish his sentence—Alexis found something so, so wrong about the idea of actually making a man ask to see her pussy—she took her pants off, so quickly that she thought she might damage them. Her pussy was shaved—’is that normal?’—and she was so wet that it had started to trickle down one leg.

“Perfect,” Joe said in a deep whisper that made Alexis melt. He leaned over and pressed a button on an odd remote, and a few seconds later, a strong, thick beat filled the air. “I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this, but I make music in my spare time.”

‘Music,’ Alexis thought, but it was tricky with a man in front of her. A man, looking at her, getting pleasure from seeing her naked. It was hard to think of anything else. ‘If he starts playing music, I should ... something... ‘ Joe lowered his pants, and as his thick member came into view, Alexis completely lost her train of thought.

“It’s okay,” he whispered softly to her. “I know you need this—I know you need to serve someone.”

Alexis nodded, while being uncontrollably drawn to his hardness.

“I’m going to let you serve me. You’re mine now. Admit it.”

“Yes, mas—” Alexis said, the words feeling right coming out of her mouth, until she stuffed them back in along with his rigid member.

* * *

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	Chapter 3

‘Oh my god,’ Alexis thought as she awake with a start. ‘What have I done?’ She managed to refrain from leaning over and pressing “play” on the small tape recorder she’d taken with her the previous night. When she’d gotten home, she’d been so turned on that she’d been unable to resist the temptation of turning the tape on, listening to the sound of her own submission, and getting herself off at the memories... 

Her attempt to confront Joe had gone as badly as a confrontation could possibly go. She hadn’t mentioned anything—she hadn’t brought up her knowledge of his plans, or the fact that he was going to pay, or ... well, she hadn’t really saidanything.

Instead, at his command, she’d stripped, fellated him, and then brought herself to three shuddering orgasms while he watched, his evil leer never leaving his face.

He hadn’t taken her last night. He hadn’t needed to—before he’d even played the thick, throbbing music, he’d made it clear that he owned her. Alexis’s body belonged to him, and somehow, the fact that he hadn’t fucked her just served to prove it even more.

And so after her third whimpering cum, he’d told her to get dressed and leave. Something about the brusque way he’d kicked her out, further proving that he owned her and could do whatever he wanted to her ... it had been almost impossible to resist playing with herself on the way back, and when she finally got home, she’d morphed the suit into pi’s, blown past her confused housemate, laid down on the bed, and fingered herself to the knowledge that she was nothing but a submissive little plaything now.

Then she’d listened to the recording; she listened to herself get programmed and used, and gotten herself off again. But now, her head was more clear. This couldn’t go on, Alexis knew. She had to take control back.

She had to take Joe out. Before he took complete control of her... 

‘Complete control.’ ... why did that sound so appealing?

With a huge amount of effort, Alexis removed her hand from the vicinity of her wet pussy, and blushed as she realized that she’d been in such a hurry to get off the previous night that she hadn’t closed the door. Keri could have walked past at any moment, seen her naked, legs splayed, furiously masturbating... 

‘Now why does THAT turn me on?’ Alexis thought with a start. ‘Does Joe’s programming include lesbian tendencies?’ As the thought of being brainwashed into a bisexual slut caused her pussy to ache with need, and images of herself being forced to seduce Keri, play subliminal music, and turn her into a slave as well flashed through Alex’s head, she considered slapping herself ... but was worried that she would enjoy even that.

‘I’ve got to focus,’ she told herself. ‘I’ve got to come up with a plan—a better plan that last night.’ ‘But first, maybe just one quick orgasm... ‘

* * *

Joe thought he’d be over the moon. The object of his own fantasies had been moulded into his perfect little slave. Well, perhaps not completely. There was plenty more he could do to her mind to tweak her to his liking, but not like Beth Cummings. Ah Beth. She was a frustrating toy, sometimes, but she was his first true slave. He liked the thought.

“First true slave,” he mused aloud to himself.

Of course, he had to take care when he spoke around her. Before she was ever brought to him, she’d been mind fucked so deeply that hearing the word “cum” would set her off as if it was a command. Even the phoneme “k” followed by “uh” followed by “em” would make her shudder in pleasure. He couldn’t really ask her to complete anything, or even be told about the complexities of anything. He couldn’t talk to her about compiling code, or well, he could, but she’d be lost in a daze of pleasure. Ah well, she wasn’t much, but she was his.

That’s what made the capture and enslavement of Alexis so amazing, his raison d’etre—or so he had thought. Now that she seemed to be within his grasp, he hadn’t felt the satisfaction which is why he’d let her go. He’d thought that prolonging the capture might make him feel better. It did, that was certain. He was looking forward to how she’d react to the next set of impulses he’d implanted instead of implanting her with his seed.

Even still, something was nagging him at the back of him mind. A tiny little voice whispering, ‘more’. And it was beginning to grow on him.

* * *

Alexis didn’t go into work that day. It was after 1 pm when she was finally able to stop gasping in self-induced pleasure, and get out of bed. She got dressed, called in sick—”I’m sorry,” she’d raspily told them, “I don’t know what’s happened to me, but I’ll let you know when I’m feeling up to coming in.”

She knew that work would probably be relatively safe—her fantasies were all of strong, rough, amoral men—not the weedy scientists that she worked with—but she didn’t want to risk it. Missing a week of work due to illness would earn her a slap on the wrist—getting fucked on a lab bench would ruin her career.

Instead, she had a cold shower, sat down with a pen and paper, and worked out exactly what she was going to do.

‘This is a bad idea’, Alexis told herself seven hours later, crawling on the ceiling of one of the entryways to Joe’s “lair”. She’d hacked his cameras and proximity sensors to down turn a few degrees so he wouldn’t notice the systems were compromised and she could still get in easily to take down this evil bastard once and for all. She found it easier to work against her mast— ... her foe, if she thought of him as pure evil, and blocked out any memories of how good his cock had tasted, how right it had felt to be kneeling in front of him, taking it inside her mouth.

‘No,’ she told herself a few seconds later. ‘This is a good idea. Well ... it’s the best idea I’ve got.’ She’d quickly had a bite to eat, and left before Keri got home—the idea of running into her housemate simultaneously filled her with arousal and dread, and she didn’t want to see what would take over if they encountered each other before the Joe situation was dealt with. Maybe he’d programmed her more last night with instructions to seduce Keri and enslave her by hooking her up to the suit with licking her hot little pussy and... ‘Stop it!’ Wearing her now-safe suit, she was going to break in, and take him down. Best of all, since the suit had been wiped, it would no longer be transmitting her positional information to him—Alexis would be able to take Joe completely by surprise.

Stripping off her clothes, she’d shuddered in pleasure as she entered the suit. Obviously part of her conditioning had been to associate the suit with heightened sexuality—again, she was tempted to read through the specific commands she’d been given, but she shook off the impulse. That was the programming speaking—it wanted to reinforce her orders, and she wouldn’t let it. No, she had a plan, and using the suit to get in undetected was the first part of the plan and it was time to execute.

The door was entry way was unattended, of course. It didn’t take Alexis long to navigate her way to Joe’s computer room. She lurked in the corner of the dark room, watching for a few minutes—he was frantically trying to remote-access her suit, and having no luck.

“Looking for this?” she said, and as Joe spun around in shock, she unzipped the back of the Suit, and stepped out of it, exposing her naked body to Joe.

“ ... Alexis?” he asked in shock, his look of surprise quickly being replaced by one of lust.

‘I knew it,’ she told herself smugly.

Fighting him in the Suit would never work—his programming had obviously ensured that she’d be more submissive, more horny as long as she was wearing it. Plus, he’d hacked it once he might hack it again and should couldn’t risk letting him get subliminal control of her mind again. No, this time the only way to take the villain down was by using her two strongest assets—her body and her mind.

Alexis had been training in martial arts for almost 10 years now, and she knew she could take Joe down without any effort. Especially taking him by surprise, and especially when he was distracted by the sight of her magnificent body in front of him.

She stepped forward, stopping before him and standing confidently.

“Like what you see?” she said seductively, and as Joe’s leer grew, Alexis suddenly found herself losing confidence in the brilliance of her plan.

‘What am I doing?’ she asked herself, as Joe’s eyes traveled down her body. A nervous look appeared in her eyes as he admired the gleam of his computer monitor reflecting off her sweat. Her nipples were erect and pert, and she couldn’t stop her body from reacting to his gaze.

‘He’s a man,’ a voice softly whispered, directly into her brain. ‘He’s a man—let him look. Let him admire you, let him have you, let him take you... ‘ ‘NO!’ she silently shouted, and stepped forward, away from the Suit that had been her downfall. She moved her body gracefully into an aggressive pose, and prepared for battle.

“You thought you could get away with this?” she asked, wishing her voice would stop trembling. “You thought you could make me your ... ungh, your own...”

Joe grinned, as a wolf to a lamb.

“Go on...” he said, gesturing to Alexis, but she couldn’t. Just being in Joe’s presence had made her speechless, and the idea of him taking her now, of him owning and possessing her however he wanted—it was too much.

“I thought not,” Joe continued, after a long, shivering pause from Alexis. “I already own you, don’t I?”

“No...” Alexis forced out through gritted teeth, but then the thought of being owned by a man—by Joe—struck her, and her knees grew week.

“Look at you ... this was your master plan? You were going to come to my house and strip down in front of me? Then what?”

Alexis couldn’t speak, as the reality of what she’d done struck her. She’d come to her master’s house—master ... why did that feel so right?—and gotten naked before him. She’d offered herself to him without him even asking, without him having to say a word.

“You’re my slave now, Alexis,” Joe said, and as the word ‘slave’ passed his lips, Alexis found herself shuddering in a wave of arousal.

He could bring her the the brink with a single word. He truly was her master. She truly was his slave.

* * *

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	Chapter 4

‘NO!’ a small part of Alexis’s brain cried out. ‘You’re better than this!’

‘No, I’m not,’ the rest of her replied. ‘I was born for this. I was made to be a sl... —’

‘Don’t say it! Don’t even think it. The more you use the word, the more it becomes true.’

‘But it’s so easy. So easy to give in ... to become his ... let him take me. To become his slave, his slut, his ... oh ... yes... ‘

Joseph just sat and watched, clearly enjoying Alex’s internal struggle. She noticed his attention, and tried to avoid thinking about how she must look. Naked, gleaming with sweat, standing in front of her mas ... in front of a man. A man. A man was looking at her body.

Without even consciously realizing she was doing it, Alexis made sure that Joe had the best possible angle of her perky breasts, her shaved cunt ... if she could have, she would have let him see her ass at the same time. Her body was made for his approval ... she loved being looked at.

As if in response to her slight motion, Joseph snapped his fingers, and suddenly a woman appeared behind her, with flesh as bare as her own. Though she didn’t have a clue who the other woman was, Alexis recognized her immediately—not for who she was, but for what she was.

She was a slave. Just like Alexis, she was a slave, a slut, a naked servant, here only to serve a man’s will. It was as if her mast—... ‘Don’t call him that. Call him Joe.’

It was as if Joe was so alpha that he could snap his fingers and have naked slave-sluts appear out of nowhere.

The woman standing behind her reached out, and put a chloroform soaked rag near Alexis’s mouth—she could smell it, even as it stopped just a few inches from knocking her out. The other slave stared at their master for approval, but Joe just shook his head.

“Not yet,” he said, standing up and moving toward Alexis.

‘I should move,’ she told herself. ‘I should run ... shouldn’t I?’

She didn’t move. Until she was given permission, she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She was trapped—not physically, but until commanded, she knew that she couldn’t do anything. She had to obey ... her whole purpose was to obey.

‘No! Don’t think like that!’ the voice continued to cry, but the sound was getting smaller, and only the words ‘don’t think’ echoed in her mind ... When Joe spoke to her, his voice was so powerful and important that it drowned out all other sound.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, and she was forced to nod. All the voices were gone now—all language was gone, and Alexis was only able to obey her hungry pussy, and the man who controlled it ... and her.

“You’ve been mine for months,” he continued, and it wasn’t a question, so she just stood still and listened. His words rolled over her, through her body, every sensation culminating at the needy, increasingly wet spot between her legs. It was crying for attention, and she wanted to reach down and touch herself, but she couldn’t, not yet. Not until she was told.

“What was your plan? Come here and fight me?”

Again she nodded, though it was a struggle—any movement felt like it could be the straw to break the camel’s back. Her nether regions were throbbing now, positively screaming to be touched. She was shaking with need, shivering with lust—every inch of her, every bone in her body wanted to throw herself down in front of Joseph, beg to be taken and used like the slut-slave that she was.

“You found my messages in the suit—clever. You even erased it—cleverer still. But it was too late, my little toy...”

Toy. Toy. She was a toy. Nothing but a plaything. She wasn’t even human any more. She wasn’t even a person ... she was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She was a toy, but he still wasn’t playing with her. Why wasn’t he playing with his toy?

The thought was immediately slapped down by a bigger, stronger thought: It is not your place to question your master.

The new thought was right. She wasn’t here for her pleasure, but for his. She was only here to be played with. She was toy now, and Master would play with her when he wanted to.

“Look at you. The truth is, your real plan was to come into my domain, and strip for me,” his words were punctuated by a mewl of pleasure from his other slave. “Even when you thought you were being clever, you were nothing but a slut, thinking with her pussy.”

As if it knew he had mentioned it, her pussy reacted—slut felt like there was a fire between her legs, and only one thing that could put it out.

“And now here you are. It was all so easy...”

Joe paused, and just watched as Alexis trembled, her mind racing. Master had two women standing in front of him. No, not women ... toys. Slut-slaves. That was all she was, and that was all her sister-slut was as well.

Without moving at all, Alexis’s attention was drawn to the naked girl beside her. She was larger than Alexis, curvier, but the similarities were obvious. They were both women in peak sexual condition. They were both completely hairless from the neck down, perfectly groomed, just the way their master wanted.

And as her eyes flickered down to her sister-slut’s legs, she saw that the naked girl was just as aroused as Alexis was. She was positively dripping.

“I’m your master now. Even when you were trying to fight against me, you knew your place. Even as you tried to punish me for freeing you, trying to stop me from letting you do what you’re meant to do, what every woman’s meant to do ... a part of you knew that you’d end up serving me. And so you came into my house, and stripped for your master. Didn’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” Alexis said, her voice a high-pitched whimper. “Yes, sir.”

She wanted to say so much more. She wanted to beg, she wanted to urge Sir to use her, to put his cock inside whichever of her holes he pleased. She hated him, but he was a man—her master—and she wanted to serve him.

Joe nodded slightly, and Alexis was confused. She wanted to obey his every slightest command, but slut didn’t know how to do it. Was he granting her permission to supplicate to him, to present her body for his pleasure and approval?

She hesitated, and in that time it became obvious what the nod meant. Joe’s other slave dropped the chloroform soaked pad, stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Alexis, and pulled their bodies together.

Alexis melted into the embrace, and when the woman’s mouth met hers, eagerly parted her lips to allow the stranger’s soft tongue to explore her mouth. Before long, she was tentatively returning the kiss, tasting the lips, the tongue, the teeth, the mouth of the woman she’d never met before... 

It wasn’t long before her body took over, and her cravings steered her actions. She’d wanted to be touched, and here was someone perfectly willing to do the touching.

Alexis had only been with a woman before once—one of Kerri’s friends after a very weird night. But then there’d been a bunch of booze, and she’d woke up in the morning covered in lipstick and tangled in legs and reeking of female sexual fulfillment. That special lipstick from that sex club. In this moment, she’d gotten flashes back to that drugged haze of sapphic sexual bliss. Moving on instinct she focused on giving her new slave companion exactly the treatment she wanted to be given. She reached down between her legs, enjoying the smoothness of the slut’s shaved pussy, and explored the wetness that she was presented with.

Soon her new partner followed suit. Alexis gasped with pleasure as the slave’s experienced hand slipped between her legs, massaging her clit and slowly pumping one, two, and then three fingers in and out of her needy slit.

Joe just watched with a smile as the two women embraced, noting how quickly their eyes rolled back with pleasure. As far as he knew, Alexis had never even been remotely bisexual, but Joe’s subliminals had been slowly encouraging it—he’d known that he would want a show, and it was worth every ounce of effort that he’d put into brainwashing the pair of them. Beth Cummings had been the easiest, she was practically a blank slate when she’d been brought to him, but now she was a finely honed pleasure-giving sexual creature.

He contemplated pulling his cock out, and treating himself to his first double-blowjob ... but of course, there would be plenty of time for that later. For now, he decided to just sit back and enjoy the show.

Alexis was gasping with pleasure when the mysterious woman broke off the kiss, and moved her mouth down to the woman’s erect nipples. As the mouth slipped over the peak of her breasts, a small part of Alexis’s mind tried to resurface one last time.

‘You don’t want this!’ it said, ‘You want revenge ... freedom! This isn’t what you came here for!’

But the voice may as well have been a single hand trying to hold back a flood—as the other woman clamped her lips down on Alexis’s nipple, a wave of intense pleasure ran through her entire body, and she felt the trembling pleasure building in her core.

‘Not yet,’ another voice in her head said—and this one, Alexis listened to. ‘Your pleasure is secondary. You, slave-slut, are only allowed to get off when everyone else is pleasured.’

A glance at Joe told her that he was getting more than enough joy from watching his slave-girls get each other off, and so Alexis focused her efforts on the woman whose hand was between her legs.

Pulling the other girl’s hungry mouth off her own aching nipple, Alexis pushed her down. She knew what joy she herself would get from being dominated, and so it was no surprise that her sister-slut enjoyed it just as much—her mouth opened into a wide ‘O’ as Alexis used her wiry strength to subdue the other girl beneath her.

“And now,” she said with a saucy smile, “you get what you deserve...”

“Yes,” the stranger said, but before she could finish the thought, Alexis’s mouth was pressed against hers. This was no longer the soft, tentative kiss of a girl exploring her newfound bisexuality—this was the kiss of a predator, of someone who knew what she wanted and was willing to take it without hesitation.

Alexis devoured the other woman’s mouth, and left her panting and silently begging for more. Without ever taking her hands off the other girl’s wrists, she moved down to her luscious tits—they were larger than Alexis’s, but as she slipped the stranger’s nipple into her mouth, she could tell that they were no less sensitive.

“Please,” she said again, but this time it was with more desperation, a pleading tone to her voice that Alexis recognized in her own soul.

Joe leaned forward with anticipation as Alexis let go of his slave’s hands—she was quivering like a scared mouse now, clearly unable to move. Alexis snaked down until her mouth was between her new friend’s legs, and she struck without hesitation.

“Oh!” Joe’s slave cried. “Oh, yes! Oh ... please!!”

Joe had planned on simply watching, afraid that if he pulled his cock out, it would attract the attention of the pair on the floor ... but it looked as though they were as distracted as they were ever going to get, and so Joe began to stroke himself as he watched Alexis skillfully bring his slave off, giving her loud climax after loud climax, overwhelming the poor girl with pleasure, until she bucked and shuddered in pulses of delight and came to rest—utterly overwhelmed from the physically induced tremors.

Alexis turned her attention to him, and when she saw that Joe’s cock was out, her face lit up. Joe’s cruel streak rose once more, and even as she crawled lustfully towards him, sped his rhythm up until he was right on the edge of climax.

“You want this, don’t you?” he hissed, and Alexis nodded, her head uncontrollably moving with the rhythm of Joe’s hand. “You want to taste it, touch it, fuck it ... don’t you?”

“Yes,” she begged. “Please ... I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will,” he said with an evil chuckle, before letting go, and releasing his load all over Alexis’s crestfallen face.

‘No!’ a part of her brain cried. ‘I’m better than this!’

‘NO!’ the rest of her brain responded. ‘I wanted to do that ... Master should never have to get himself off.’

“Cum,” Joe said in a fierce whisper, and to her surprise and partial dismay, Alexis found her entire being in a torrent. As if some dam broke, all of her fantasies, the pirates the vampires, the hackers, the gangs, the thugs, the knights, and brigands, flooded through her mind. So many fantasies, so real to her body now, hands rummaging across her young firm flesh, teasing her tasting her, taking her ripped through the thin veneer holding them all back and her core came to know a truth that had been building for months. Not a truth of words but of sheer sensation. Her hips began to thrust uncontrollably against an invisible intruder, and even though her pussy hadn’t received no contact since the slave-girl’s hand had pulled out of it 20 minutes ago, an orgasm overwhelmed her helpless body. She didn’t even notice the girl behind her was squirming in delight as well.

‘What’s happening to me?’ she couldn’t help but wonder, even as her tongue darted out to taste as much of Joe’s fresh cum as it could.

As she came, images flashed across her head—how degrading her current situation was, how slutty she must look, a mix of Joe and his slaves’ juices all over her head ... These images blurred in her mind with all her fantasies, indeed they had all become real to her, no longer subliminal constructs, her mind had taken fast to them and she knew the Truth.

‘With just one word,’ she realized, ‘Master makes me cum.’

She whited out for a few seconds, and when she came to, Joe was fully-dressed, standing in front of her with the chloroform.

‘No no nonono, NO!’ her brain screamed as he took a step toward her. Now that she’d cum, her mind was suddenly much clearer, and with a great deal of effort, she again managed a fighting stance, the pose she’d been in before Joe had shown her exactly what he could do to her without effort.

Joe simply raised an eyebrow in response.

“Are you going to stop me?” he asked, after a pause too long, she defiantly nodded her head. “Or are you going to submit to my will, Alexis? Are you going to realize that the smell of my cum is filling your nose, that my words are filling your head ... are you going to realize that I brought you here, I control you, and you’re completely unable to resist me?”

“No...” she said with a whimper, but Joe just smiled in response, and once more told her to cum.

The intense whiteness of orgasm swirled around her body, starting at her toes, moving up and making her legs weak, stopping briefly at her head to leave her dazed and unable to think ... before finally moving down to her pussy, and exploding once more.

Alexis fell to her knees, her eyes rolled back in pleasure for the third time that evening, and when she saw Joe moving the chloroformed rag toward her, she did not struggle. She could respond only in the voice that had been guiding her along this path, the voice that had now finally taken hold.

“Do it, Master,” she whispered under her breath. “I belong to you...”


	Chapter 5

Joe smiled over his collection of women, this subservient pair. He’d decided to rename Alexis to “Slut”. It seemed a natural fit, and she had taken to it quickly. Oh, she may have made a brilliant adversary, had he decided to fight against her like a supervillain. But a real supervillain doesn’t bother with the fight for glory. He just exploits a weakness and ends the fight before it has begun. And Slut was certainly a vanquished foe.

Now she was merely his plaything.

It was night, in a manner of sorts; he’d turned off the clocks and dimmed the lights choosing to rise when he felt the need. In that everlasing dimness he had somehow found a sense of comfort in the shadows. His sinister darkened form approached her helpless figure. She was ensconced in a dreamworld, headphones programing her mind—reinforcing her need to serve him. He pulled the cover off of her body and ran his hands over the softness of her skin, so warm to the touch, so healthy. Her nipples sprang to attention in the coolness of the air seeming to beg for his lips.

Yes, she was his toy, and a perfect one at that. Such an amazingly fit and toned body, but... (‘more’) A man like him needed more variety. Perhaps a more buxom beauty to go along with this slim blonde. Perhaps even a girl with a slight build without the strong muscles of this athletic slave. Yes, there were many more women that a man could want.

“Why not,” he said aloud to himself. She was oblivious now, perhaps, but perhaps he should use her. She could definitely be of use in recruiting more girls to serve him.

An idea solidifying in his mind. He was a vampire, in the spirit of Dracula himself. A man who would have his harem of slaves bound to him in the darkness of desire and obsession.

“I need more.”

* * *

Alexis slept for a long time unable to be fully roused. Not even when Joe and his slave-girl moved her to a bed, and put the headphones of bliss on her. Even when they awoke her to feed her, she wasn’t really awake.

Instead, she dreamed.

She dreamed of the life that she was built for, the life that she was born for. She dreamed of how joyous it was to get to experience a life of freedom—true freedom. Freedom from making decisions, freedom from having to work. The freedom that only came with complete servitude.

For three days and three nights, Alexis dreamt. The small voices that tried to fight against her programming were easy to ignore. Even when their words had the ring of truth to them, Alexis knew that it was just her mind trying to trick her. The life that she’d had before, that had come from the tricks, and Alexis had no intention of returning to it.

On the fourth day she awoke, feeling groggy and confused. The door opened, and Joe entered the room. A huge grin spread across Alexis’s face at the sight of him—when Joe around, life was easier. Everything was better when her Master was present, and Joe was her Master—that was clear to her now.

“Hello, my pet,” Master said, and Alexis felt giddy in response. She was his pet ... nothing had ever made her as happy as that simple greeting. “Can you tell me what you’ve learned?”

“Obedience is pleasure,” her mouth responded, before her brain had even processed the question. “This is where I belong. Obeying you. Obedience is pleasure.”

“Good girl,” Master said, and it was all Alexis could do not to swoon. “Now, why don’t you show me what else you’ve learned?”

Again, Alexis’s body was moving before she even had time to think. She stood up, bent over in front of Joe, and put her hands on the wall to support herself. She was dripping—of course she was dripping. A slave is always ready to serve, and how can one serve without being wet?

For the first time since she’d gone under, a thought appeared, and perhaps because it had no control over her, she didn’t stop it.

Oh god, no ... no. What am I doing? No no no ... fight this. Wake up! Oh god NO. Oh GOD!

Alexis wondered why the stray thought was so unhappy—she was being penetrated by her Master. What more could any slut want from life? Joe was penetrating her—he was enjoying the snugness of her cunt, the way she contracted her muscles just to please him, to milk his cock.

She hoped that Master would cum inside her. That way she would know that she had brought Him pleasure. Perhaps, if he was generous, Master would let slut orgasm as well.

A tiny voice locked inside despaired, Oh fuck, how can I be enjoying this? I’ve got to get out of here ... I’ve got to run, I’ve got to fight back. I’ve got to do something other than let this animal fuck me. I can’t let this disgusting pig get off inside me ... and I especially can’t let this fuckwad of a human get me off. But it’s so good!

But it was too late. Master leaned in next to slave, and whispered “cum”, and she did. Over and over again. her body rocked with pleasure, shook with desire. Every part of her flesh quivered with the knowledge that she was pleasing her Master, that she was serving her purpose.

The small part of her brain that couldn’t see this called out for freedom, but slut knew that this ... this was true freedom.

Joe used her body many more times that day. After christening her pussy, he’d insisted on taking her ass as well—not, of course, that Alexis had taken much convincing. As he filled her bowels with his seed, the part of her brain that continued to resist began to get confused.

As Alexis and her Slave-Sister made Joe dinner, thoughts of escaped continued to unsuccessfully pound on the prison that was her mind ... but when Alexis and Slave-Sister went down on him, her thoughts quieted again.

Perhaps it was the constant pleasure that surged through her body as she pleased Joe, or the speakers all around Joe’s apartment, pounding music and ideas into her brain every second that she was awake, but there was a noticeable shift in her thoughts.

We’ve got to get out of here, her mind tried to tell her as she rode Joe to a quick but clearly satisfying orgasm after dinner.

This isn’t real, it insisted as she sixty-nined her new friend. This is wrong.

Don’t wear them! it cried out as she put on her headphones before going to bed, as she knew she had to.

How did I get here? it asked, as she awoke in Joe’s bed, rousing him with a blow-job.

Why does this feel so good? it wanted to know, as Joe once more pounded between her spread ass-cheeks.

I love this, it finally declared, as Slave-Sister lapped Joe’s cum out of her.Nothing has ever felt like this. It’s true—I was built for this. Everyone should know the joy of servitude. Everyone should know the pleasure that comes with dedicating your existence to the pleasure of another.

And Alexis smiled, glad that the errant piece of her mind had finally realized what was what. She was built for pleasure. She was here for Joe’s pleasure. It was the greatest feeling in the world, and everything else was incidental.

Everyone should know this feeling, she told herself again.

* * *

But where the world was clear to Alexis, Joe was getting more and more agitated. He’d tried to go out into the world, but found the noise and brightness of it all too jarring. There was no way he was going to get more women by going up there himself. Then other thoughts had come in, that these two slaves couldn’t be enough, and he’d not been able to get any without help. The mask he’d been handed, and the first girl was a throw away. She was scraps off of a much more vast and sumptuous buffet of brainwashed women.

He tried to venture out another day, but the light was blinding. Finally he realized he could only breach the surface world at night.

But in this city, where might one go? He had no apartment to bring women back to, and he knew even if he was going to hit the surface he couldn’t stay long for fear of being caught by a camera or something that might tip off the government of his whereabouts. No, underground was better. But still, there was more that needed to be had.

He gritted his teeth, ‘One more time,’ he thought, and made one more go at the daytime light. But the pain was immense and it seemed to sear him even when he just felt it on his skin, it was too much. He staggered back to towards the lair. Hell, it wasn’t a lair anymore, it was prison. It was his tomb.


	Chapter 6

Slut had an easy life. She went about her tasks with startling precision, with the focus that had gotten her so far in life up until now.

She would wake up and find someone to pleasure, first thing each morning. Sometimes they were in the bed she’d gone to sleep in, which made things easier, but sometimes she had to go and find them. Her favorites were the mornings when she got to wake Master up with one of her slow, skillful blow-jobs, but waking to find Slave in her bed, and getting each other off a few times before getting up was nice too.

Slut recognized that she was to come when Master called her “Alexis”, but it had no other meaning to her. She was Slut now—Alexis was a name, but Slut was her identity, her essence. Alexis had been unhappy, lonely, driven to wear herself out on tasks that didn’t even get people off ... it didn’t make any sense to Slut.

Slut was a dripping pussy, a pair of comely tits. Slut was a walking sex-dispenser, and she lived her life happily and with purpose.

She lived to serve.

Slave lived to serve as well ... perhaps because she wasn’t as fit as Slut, or perhaps because he’d had her longer, but Master preferred to use Slut for sex, and Slave to do household chores. Slut would have done household chores, if asked, but Slut had to admit ... she preferred getting people off.

It was the sole reason she existed.

And so the days went past, one blurring into the next ... Slut would wake up, ensure that one of her living companions enjoyed the pleasures of her tongue, explored her body however they wished.

Then she would shower—sometimes alone, often with company. She would lather her skin up, to ensure that she smelled good for Master. She would shave herself bare, removing all hair below the neck.

And then she would spend the rest of the day alongside Master, obeying his every whim, degrading herself for his pleasure. Her time was like an extended orgasm, and she never felt better than when she knew she was lowering herself to ensure that Master got as much out of her presence as possible.

At night, after Master fell asleep (often immediately after cumming in or on her one last time) Slut would wash herself clean. Sometimes it felt like a waste, washing Master’s precious cum out of her, watching it drift down the drain, but Slut would just remind herself that there was more to come tomorrow, and she would put on her headphones and go to sleep with a huge smile on her face.

But sometimes, late at night, Slut would wake up to discover that her headphones had fallen off, and that the music was off so Master could sleep. That was when the sadness would come ... as long as she was serving Master, there should be no room for sadness, but along with the forbidden emotion would come new ideas. Ideas about how Slut could help fix the world.

There were so many people out there, living without the clarity that Master had provided her. Life was only worth living if it was spent serving one person ... true happiness came from putting your own needs aside, and dedicating yourself entirely to the needs of another.

And one night, when Slut woke up to the unfamiliar sound of silence, an idea penetrated her sleepy brain. An idea that immediately resonated with truth, an idea that was so instantly right that she knew she couldn’t ignore it.

‘Master isn’t happy.’

The thought made Slut shoot up out of bed. She put on the tiny bra and panties that slave had procured for her and sought out Master. Her intuition was always right when pleasing him sexually, so she knew she was right that he wasn’t happy. Quietly, she observed him, bracing himself to step out of the lair. There must be some hard task to do, if he was psyching himself up so much to do it. She stayed behind, silent and hidden (made easy by the darkness), to watch him venture upwards through the tunnels.

She dared not follow too much into the light, lest she be seen. It was there, with the light streaming down, that she saw something that stopped her heart. Her master leapt back in pain, wincing and hissing at the light, covering his eyes. It was not so bright, she reasoned, but the pain it was causing him must have been horrible.

‘Posit: Given slave’s unhurt eyes, and Master’s obvious pain what could be the cause. Biological or psychosomatic. I must help him and fix this.’ She almost did leap out of her hiding place to help master back, but a voice inside her said, No, wait, to serve him best you must present yourself to him in his lair where he feels most powerful. Ah the voice. It had been her last shred of resistance, but like every other part of her now, it only served her Master’s needs. So she obeyed it. She hurried back to the lair, and as he strode in cursing under his breath, she fell to her knees, with adoration in her heart, “Master, may I serve you?”

“Stupid slut, I need more, MORE!” He grabbed her up roughly by the shoulder and pushed her backwards, “You think this is enough for me? ME?!”

The words cut her to the quick but she knew she needed to help somehow. He pushed her back against a table and leaned in menacingly, “I don’t think so bitch.”

She took that time to examine his eyes closely. There didn’t seem to be signs of trauma or obvious infection. “slut is sorry master, slut begs of you, let her comfort you if you wish it.”

“Always blow jobs with you ... No, not this time.” He spun her around and bent her over, and she acquiessed, if it was to be intercourse of any kind she could provide that. But instead he spanked her. Not love pats but angry slaps. There was no teasing in it, but merely abuse. Still, she endured, knowing he needed this release.

“Slut lives to serve, master.”

His hand finally stopped. “You...” he sighed. “I ... I just need more.” Finally he unzipped his pants, allowed her to service him. It was not the act of dominance it had once been. This time, it was an act of love she she was giving to him. As she swallowed his seed he sighed, “Soon, my sweet girl, soon you’ll be ready to go and make slaves for me. Then everything will be alright.

But Slut knew it was not enough. She knew he had a hunger for more, and whatever the cause, he was not able to go and get him more himself.

She knew he’d been preparing a new program, and from those words, she knew what it would have her do. First she would bring that perky roommate of Alexis’ to him. She’d wear the mask of her old personality, and kidnap Keri. Later, to confirm her suspicions, she reverse engineered his code to discover that is indeed what he was planning on having her do. Well not Keri exactly, but that would be her first choice for master. Keri could help anyone have fun, and Master needed some fun.

But looking to the rest of the programming, a feeling of horror spread over her. Not for what it said, but for what was not said. Master wasn’t going to set limits. Master just wanted more and more. She knew this would never sate him. She could go forth and bring him 400 slave girls all amazing, and he’d still not know the peace that she knew from loving him completely.

That thought, more than anything else filled her with dread. Not the prospect of stealing the free will of hundreds of women, but the knowledge that it was truly never going to be enough to make her master happy.

Still, slut knew how to stay 2 steps ahead, and she was certainly going to do that! A plan began to hatch in sluts mind. On the third time she prostrated herself before him, she saw him install the new program into her night headphones and order her to bed.

She steeled her concentration, knowing that this was for a higher purpose, this was to serve master. She placed the headphones on and he looked in satisfaction, but she focused as best she could shutting out all thoughts that involved anyone other than Master. She waited and the seconds ticked by painfully, until he finally seemed satisfied and left.

She quickly tore off the headphones when she was sure he was out of range, and begage repeating a chant she had made for herself to give herself strenght for her plan. ‘Slut servs her master, his happiness is paramount, slut must make Master happy, slut must serve him better.’

20 chants later, she rose out of bed. Her body craved the presence of the music, but she knew that if she put the headphones on again, she’d lose the confidence to carry out her plan. And she needed to carry out her plan—it was the only way of ensuring Master’s happiness.

And that, after all, was what she existed for.

Ignoring the impulses screaming at her to to put her headphones back on, or to scream and shout and let Master know that Slut was being disobedient, she sneaked into Master’s computer room. In all the time she’d been there, she hadn’t so much as touched a book, let alone a computer, but her skills from before quickly came back to her, and she was soon able to bypass the security restrictions and hack into Master’s subliminal program.

Programming Master went against every fibre in Slut’s body, but her training had been very clear—her own well-being didn’t matter, only Master’s. And so she made the changes that she knew would ensure her own misery for many months to come, all so that Master could experience what she’d felt for so long:

The joy of dedicating yourself to making another happy.

It took almost an hour, but when she clicked “Compile”, a strange sense of relief flooded her body. It was done. She knew that she’d have to leave, slip out before anyone caught her. She knew that Master would resist at first—just as she had—but soon enough, he’d come around, and recognize that what she’d done was for the best.

Picking up a spare set of headphones, Slut jumped in shock when she was the figure standing at the door, watching her. How long had it been there?

“Slut?” the shadow said in a small voice, and she sighed with relief when she recognized the voice.

“Slave,” she said coolly in response, stepping forward and removing the girl’s headphones.

“No! What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” Slut said ... and Slave did.

“Why do we exist?”

“To serve,” Slave said without a moment’s hesitation. She had been trained well.

“And what makes us feel greater happiness than anyone has ever felt?’

“Serving Master,” she said in a whisper.

“I’ve made a song for Master to listen to. Put these headphones on him, and don’t let him take them off. I know it’s going to be hard, but he needs this—trust me. He needs to feel the same joy as we do, the joy of serving another. I’m going to make Master love, as deeply as we love him.”

“Slave can’t do that. Master is—”

“Master is sad, and you know it. Master needs this.”

Beth Cummings, also known as slave, stopped at this. It tugged at her heart strings, as deep inside her something of a human being had begun to form, and that human being loved her master, and could also see his pain.

Slut nodded, “Yes, master needs to love.”

Slave’s face was blank as she absorbed what her sister-slut was saying, and finally she nodded, a tear welling up in her eye. Master had only been fucking slut lately, and slave only served as a maid and a personal shopper. Her usefulness was outlived. “Slave understands. You two will be happy, loving each other...”

She was interrupted by a sad whisper.

“No ... Slut’s pleasure is irrelevant. All that matters is the happiness of the ones I love. He will love you, Slave. You are first in his heart. I am just a tool he will not need. Master will have eyes for only you ... soon enough, he’ll forget I was ever here. You two will be so happy together.

“So, so happy...”

Tears streamed down slave’s face and the girl once known as Alexis leaned forward, and kissed her former partner with all the passion she could muster. She had given the pair of them the greatest gift any human could give another—deep, ever-lasting happiness and devotion, all in a pair of headphones in the hands of the girl known as slave.

Donning her old Suit, she watched as the indentured girl sneaked into Master’s room, and emerged a few minutes later, shaking with the contradictions of what she’d just done, but understanding—just as she had—that it was the only thing to do, the only way to ensure Joe’s happiness.

She wanted to stay, so much, but in doing so, she knew she’d just be getting in the way of their happiness ... and so after taking one last look around the apartment she’d expected to call home for the rest of her life, Slut left, knowing that she could never return, and wept.

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#### Epilogue:

Keri knocked on Alexis’s door again.

“Honey?” she called softly. “I made that chicken thing you like—are you hungry?”

Inside, Alexis was curled up on the floor, staring into nothingness. Finally, with a great deal of effort, she replied.

“Thanks Ker ... can you leave it on the counter? I’ll come and get it later.”

“Of course,” Keri replied. “If you need anything, anything at all ... I’m right here, okay girl?”

There was no reply, but Keri hadn’t really expected one. It had been a month since Alexis had abruptly disappeared, and six days since she’d just as suddenly shown up once more. At first when she’d vanished, Keri had been worried—she’d called the police, she’d called Alexis’s work.

And then, after a few days, a note had appeared. It was clearly her housemate’s handwriting, but Keri couldn’t feel that something was off about it. It didn’t read like Alexis’s voice, it was as if someone had dictated and told her exactly what to write. What’s more, it wasn’t like Alexis to disappear and just send a letter instead of saying goodbye.

But the police had told her that there was nothing they could do—the note seemed to explain everything, and so Keri had been forced to shrug and start looking for a new housemate.

Before she could find anyone, however, Alexis had returned, as a broken shell of a person. Keri had come home from work to find her on the kitchen floor, half-naked and uncontrollably sobbing.

“There there,” Keri had said, embracing her teary roommate, not asking any questions.

She still wasn’t quite sure what had happened—between the note and the few words of explanation Alexis shared, Keri had gathered that there had been a love affair of some kind, with the young scientist being swept off her feet and then dumped equally abruptly.

You’re only young once, Keri had told herself, and tried to be the best friend that she could during Alexis’s times of trouble. She didn’t ask why it took Alexis so long to respond to her name, or what she was doing for money, or even what the mysterious black suit that she’d brought home with her was.

In truth, Alexis knew that she shouldn’t have brought the Suit back with her—even after debugging it multiple times, there was still a risk that Mast— ... that Joe had some kind of programming left in it. But she had put too many hours into it, and had too many memories to just leave it there.

The past week had been a hellish experience. Not her time with Joe, that had been heaven, but the week of withdrawl. Although her programming was slowly fading away, the emotions weren’t. She knew, rationally, that Joe was only her master because he’d forced her to think of him like that ... but though artificially-induced it may have been, the love she’d felt for him was real, and she pined for his touch every day.

She knew that she probably didn’t have a job any more, and that Joe had probably emptied her bank account as soon as he’d captured her, but she didn’t have the mental energy to deal with those tasks. It took all her efforts to avoid going back to Him—the alternative was feeling this way forever, and she knew she couldn’t do that.

As Keri’s footsteps faded away, Alexis pulled herself off the floor, and looked at the Suit. She couldn’t turn it on, not until she was sure ... but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t use it to dull the pain for just a few minutes.

Making sure that the door was locked, Alexis put the Suit on, shut her eyes, and remembering how complete she had felt while giving her entire being to someone else, brought herself to a slow, shuddering orgasm.

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