Prototype Ch. 07

Lunch with my deliciously sexy Master Benjamin had gone better than I had hoped, but I'll let him tell you about that himself when it's his turn again. I arrived back at his apartment nearly two hours later with a pussy full of his delicious cum and a bit more hope for our future. It had been difficult to not play with myself on the return trip just to taste his delicious cum on my fingers- but I had other plans for that particular treasure.

I stood in front of the door to Benjamin's apartment, slowly pushing in the key to unlock the wonders contained within. It is hard to describe the anticipation of that moment. The way the butterflies in my stomach were mixing with the doubts and fears that still festered in my gut. Dez was twenty feet away on the other side of that door. A woman I had known in passing for a couple of years now.

Physically, Desirae was one of the hottest women that I had ever had the pleasure to meet. I have heard of her described as either a blond bombshell, or a blonde bimbo. The difference depended on who was talking, how jealous they were, and what her assigned role for a client might have been for that particular night. But I knew better. I haven't ever really been into the vapid thing myself, and couldn't stand being around women who were honestly that afraid of their own intelligence. For her, it was all just an act.

Dez could pull off either one without batting an eye- figuratively speaking. Her hair came down past her shoulders in carefully constructed curls. Her eyes were such a light shade of blue they could almost be called grey. Her lips were just puffy enough that they could look serious, or born for sucking cock- depending on if she pouted just right. Her face was almost oval with a small enough nose to be petite and a skin tone just this side of tanned. Her breasts were large enough to be the centerpiece of her chest although still within a reasonable approximation of natural, if still on the top end size wise. They were fake, of course, but she couldn't take them too large or she wouldn't be able to be taken seriously as anything other than a hooker. Or a porn star. She had a lithe frame that she kept in excellent shape, though unlike me she took pains to make sure it never got too toned or muscular. Why this woman wasn't modeling for playboy or penthouse yet was a mystery to me.

To be honest, she gave me more than a run for my money in the looks department. A fact that had us competing often enough at presentation events that it was hard to not develop either an enmity or a friendship. Consider it yet another facet of Master's incredible fortune that we had chosen the latter route.

And if everything was working out as I had planned, as little as twenty feet of space and a couple doors separated me from that sexy, beautiful, intelligent, charismatic woman. Someone who was already well on her way to being my devoted, loyal, and oh-so-willing sex-slave.

You can understand why I was a little flustered as I rejoined her in the bedroom. When she had arrived this morning she had thought it was for a personal call with a friend, not a hookup for a client- so her outfit had been considerably more dressed down. But as is so often the case for women like us, if we don't actively try to hide our bodies they tend to stand out almost all on their own.

I gently gathered her hair to the back of her neck as I stepped up behind her. She had been working on her training for just over four hours now and the effects were quite evident. Her blip was now shifting only slightly around just below center as she dragged fragments around on the screen. Her skin had just a slight sheen of perspiration on it that seemed to almost make it shine in the shifting light off of her monitor.

My personal boundaries with clients meant that we weren't often paired together for the same evening, so I had never had the pleasure of seeing her naked. But with her hair out of the way I had a beautiful view down her chest and into her ample cleavage. I couldn't resist the urge to see how such an amazing pair of fake tits would feel in my hands. Slowly, gently, I laid my hands on her shoulders- watching her blip carefully to not break her out of her training completely. Once I was sure it was safe, I carefully lowered them down, beneath her shirt and into her bra.

I don't know if she did so intentionally, but she shifted in her seat. Her chest moved up and out, as if to give me an even better angle to fondle her. "What a good little slave," I whispered next to her ear. I smiled devilishly as she starting breathing just a bit faster and biting the corner of her lip.

I wonder, I thought to myself, pulling my hands out from caressing her soft breasts and shifting myself around her so that I was kneeling a little lower, my chin now almost resting on her shoulder. Gently, I reached my right hand around her waist and slid it between her thighs. She spread her legs for me with only the slightest of pressure to guide her, all while still diligently solving her problems on the machine.

I smiled again- licking my lips in anticipation. The hand that had exposed her otherwise clothed nether regions now slid up her thigh and over the lip of leggings. Once more her body shifted, helping to deliver my questing fingers towards the heat I could tell had been building there for quite some time. As I suspected, her pussy was incredibly wet. She reacted almost instantly the moment I struck home.

Desirae gave a stuttering gasp, her entire body tensing as I spread her lips and slipped two fingers into her tight hole. I wasn't even watching the blip anymore, my attention focused solely on the look on her face reflected in the computer screen in front of me. It was painted broadly with a mixture of desire, need, and nervousness. She was trying so hard to focus even through what I was doing to her. I almost felt bad for the poor thing. I thought surely her blip must have started darting wildly all over the screen- but a quick check revealed she was only barely more distracted than when I had first re-joined her.

"Amazing! Either she is incredibly focused, or that just opens up a whole new world of possibilities." Perverted thoughts of how to modify the training station flew through my mind- the use of vibrators or even a Hitachi wand, positioned just right. Perhaps the use of clamps, or even mild electric shock, if timed just right. Just think of what that could do to reinforce the training a slave might be going through. I frowned, realizing an inherent limitation in that line of thought. "It's already hard enough to get someone to volunteer to be trained as it is. At least the first time. But after that- the sky is the limit."

I decided to test the thought, watching the screen for random fragments and playing with her while the ones instilling her slavery flashed by the screen. Her face flushed faster and faster as I toyed with her with each repetition. I knew she was already quite close to cumming just from my little torture so I had to be careful.

Finally, after nearly a half hour of that, I decided to see if her focus could survive an orgasm. It was a risk, perhaps. Master had let me work on my training for over six hours the night he had enslaved me. But from everything I had seen I had little doubt that the damage was already done.

Desirae was mine now. And through me, she belonged to my Master as well- if he wanted her. The combination of those two thoughts drove me past the point of my own concern for what might happen if she wasn't fully indoctrinated. "If she needs a bit more polish, I can always train her some more."

I shifted a bit to her side to get a better view of her as I waited for just the right line to flash by: "Being a Slave is amazing. I owe Rachel everything for enslaving me." Just as she dragged it off of the screen I turned to look at her face once more. Two of my fingers plunged deep into her pussy even as my palm pressed against her clit. It was more than enough to push her over the edge.

Desirae's eyes rolled up almost completely into her head- almost nothing but the whites were showing as she leaned back against the chair, leaning her head into my shoulder. That look nearly made me cum on the spot- I couldn't believe how much that moment of complete vulnerability turned me on. I took a second to register that the hand that moments before had been diligently clicking away at the mouse was now anchored on top of my own at her pussy.

"Ffu-uuuuck!" She slowly exhaled one ragged, shaking breath.

I stood slightly, not daring to take my hand away from her snatch even as I leaned in up against her, twisting her head to the side so I could kiss her. Her flesh was mine and I was going to take it. She was not even finished with her exhale as I pushed her mouth against my own, kissing her fiercely. Any doubt I might have had of her willingness melted away as her own invading tongue met mine between our mouths almost instantly.

She gasped against me even as our lips were locked together, nearly taking my breath away- but I didn't care. Pinpricks of light were dancing in my eyes before I was forced to release her to take a lungful of air for myself.

"Rashchel?" She slurred as she looked up at me, her expression a beautiful mix of confusion and desire. "Whuh... haff you dun... to meh..."

She didn't have the benefit of knowing her enslavement was coming like I had at the time. Fragment instilled desires were floating around inside her head even as her conscious mind tried to make sense of them. It had been easier for me to find them and know them for what they were. Desirae would need just the slightest of nudges to clear up her still clouded mind. "I think you know, Dez. I own you now."

"Own me?" She asked, her eyes darting around my face as if searching for something. But the answer was already there. I smiled as I watched the truth of that statement coalesce on her face. "Own me. Yes. I... I belong to you."

"That's right," I coaxed her, stepping more in front of her and reaching up to carefully remove the wire-mesh helmet from her hair. She waited for me patiently. "And what does that make you?" I asked her as I patted down the stray hairs unwilling to part with the helmet until the last moment.

She looked up at me with a half-smile as I stared down at her. Her eyes were wet with emotion. A single tear left a thin streak of makeup as it escaped and ran down her left cheek.

"Your slave." She said emphatically as all the pieces fell into place for her. "You've turned me into your slave. Rachel, I- No," Her expression seemed to break under a wave of sudden self-doubt. Her gaze searched wildly around my face for a few perilous heartbeats as I held my breath. Then her eyes snapped back to mine, the hunger and desire heavy within them once gain.

"Mistress!" She nearly purred as we both breathed out the tension of that fleeting moment.

"Very good, Slave!" I smiled at how she nearly melted with my praise. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to fuck you, Dez. I know you crossed that line with clients if the price was right. But now you're my personal whore and will do anything I desire. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress," She whispered in stern agreement. "Anything you desire."

"Well, no sense in waiting then, eh? Stand up. Strip. And once you've helped me out of my clothes as well you can show me just how bad you want to please me."

"Yes, Mistress." She nodded, standing to obey as she reached for her shirt and began to quickly pull it up and over her head. But just as the hemline revealed her black lace bra, she slowed.

For a moment yet another stab of fear and doubt lanced through me. "Did I somehow just push her too far? Was this some sort of line, some loophole in her programming I hadn't foreseen?" Visions of her suddenly breaking free, knocking me down, and dashing for the door flashed before my eyes.

There was something about the way her body was twisting that brought me back from the edge of panic. I knew that pose well. The slow draw of clothing over the breasts. Turning your chest just so to present them as part of the continuous curve of your flesh. She was teasing me. She wasn't just taking her clothes off- she was stripping. Just as I had commanded.

Her eyes danced with pleasure and desire, not malice, as she finally revealed them and discarded her t-shirt on the floor. Next her hands went to her waist, slowly twisting her leggings. She pulled them just past her ass even as she did a half spin and arched her back towards me to present it. Then, bending at the waist, she pushed it the rest of the way down to reveal her long and luscious legs.

"You like what you see, Mistress?" She flirted openly now.

"I certainly do, Slave. Now show me the rest." I commanded, stepping back towards the bed to better enjoy the show as she approached me.

"As you wish." A well-practiced quick release of her bra left it dangling free of her natural breasts- even as she cupped them in her hands as if to hold on to some semblance of propriety a few moments longer. Then the ruse was discarded as she kneaded her breasts together through the now loose fabric. Shifting her weight, she let the garment drop to the floor as her fingers found each now exposed nipple and playfully twisted them instead.

The matching pair of panties followed suit soon after, revealing to my eyes what my hands had already discovered earlier. The slut kept herself completely shaved. Don't get me wrong- I keep myself neatly trimmed but I had always found going completely bare to be more work and hassle than it was worth. I guess Dez thought differently. I can't say I was disappointed, though I was more interested in her head between my own legs than the other way around at the moment.

"Well done. Now what about mine?" I asked her.

"My my, you are still rather over dressed, aren't you?" She said through pouting lips. "Let me help with that."

Her hands found me and I let them roam all over me. She took her time removing my shirt, running her hands up, over, and around every inch of my flesh before finally pulling it off of me. Her successful attempts to remove my pants were similarly slow and deliciously erotic. She peeled my otherwise unimpressive bra away from my chest with care and I couldn't stop myself from shaking with building desire as she licked and sucked on each of my nipples in turn.

That was quickly becoming one of the singularly most erotic experiences I had ever had in my life- and so far we had barely even crossed my own boundaries, let alone pushed the limits of what a sex-slave should and would be willing to do.

"Enough foreplay," I said, pushing her off of me and climbing back onto the bed. I spread my legs invitingly and motioned for Dez to join me. "I have a special surprise for you, Slave."

"I think I might know what it is, Mistress," She teased me in return, moistening her lips with her tongue suggestively. "And I think I'm going to love it." She climbed in between my legs, gracefully lowering her head down to sniff at my pussy.

I didn't feel the need to correct her assumption just yet. She would figure it out soon enough. I hadn't ever been a fan of the taste of cum before Master, but I was curious how my nascent slave would react to the taste of a man's cum as she ate me out.

Desirae hummed in approval from between my legs as her tongue explored me. "You've fucked a man, rather recently it would seem. Was this your surprise then?" She asked, leaning up and trailing a line of cum down from one finger before placing the finger in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it to lick the remnant off as if it were a tiny cock.

"We have something in common, Dez. Like you, I am also a Slave. Like you, my Master used the machine behind you to turn me into his personal fuck-toy. It's his delicious cum you are tasting- mixed with my own of course. A parting gift right before I returned to check on you."

Desirae's eyes lite with a new sense of hunger as they darted from my own, down to their intended target between my legs. "This is... your Master's cum? All for me, is it?"

It would seem she needed no more encouragement than that. I couldn't help but arch my back and moan at the intensity of her tongue as it parted my own lips and surged inside of me- searching for her prize. "Not so fast!" I protested. "Points for eagerness, but you're going to get a lot more if you make me cum than if you just try and lick me dry like an empty push-pop."

Desirae pulled back reluctantly. "Sorry, Mistress." She apologized. Then, suitably chastened, returned to her duties.

Even given the distraction it took very little time at all for her to get us both back into the moment. "Much better," I moaned after a time. Past her initial eagerness for her prize, she was now doing some amazing things with her tongue. "I knew you did girls, Dez, but I didn't think you'd be quite so good at this."

"Mmm..." She moaned into my clit, forcing me to gasp and tighten reflexively. If she hadn't pulled away to talk in that moment I would likely have cum. That was probably intentional, now that I think about it.

"Women pay more than men, and expect an attentive lover." She replied huskily, though her words were slightly slurred as if something was in her mouth. The implications of which were completely lost on me in the next few critical moments. She crawled up the bed, dragging her breasts over my skin as she approached my face, her rock hard nipples trailing a delicious line of goosebumps. The distraction, titillating though it was, gave me just enough time to back further away from the edge of my orgasm.

"What are you doing?" I asked her playfully as I ran a hand down her back and grasped a mound of her perfectly round ass between my fingers. I was about to remind her that she hadn't finished what she started when she answered my question instead.

"Sharing," She said, pursing her lips as she leaned quickly forward, her tongue invading my mouth in another heated kiss. Before I realized what she had done, the taste of Master's cum mixed with my own juices exploded on my tongue. Dez trailed a line of cum from her lips as she slowly pulled away from me- a devilish smile spreading across her face.

"You are a very naughty little minx," I half growled, half purred to her as I reached up and pulled her face back down. "Now give me the rest of it." Then it was my turn to allow my eagerness to get a little carried away as I searched her mouth for every drop of cum my tongue could find.

"I could have licked your pussy all day long," She whispered softly as we broke the kiss and I pushed her back down towards my throbbing clit. "But as his slave, I figured you would love the taste of his cum as much as I know I will love the taste of yours." A soft warm breath across my clit was all it took to light my sensitive flesh on fire once more.

"Enough tease," I commanded her. "This time you make me cum."

"As you wish," She said hungrily as her tongue lifted one side of my hood and moistened the flesh beneath it before sliding across my clit to do the same to the other. There was the briefest of hesitant moments as I felt her shifting between my legs as two of her fingers curled up inside me.

"Oh fuck!" I jumped as the twin assault on my senses, both inside and out, began in earnest. I would have nearly bucked away from her were it not for the suddenly vice like grip of one arm that she had somehow materialized already wrapped around my left thigh.

The pleasure came in sudden waves, rolling down one over the other- quickly too much for me to tell either part. With a final push I went crashing over the edge. I came- gasping for breath and grasping a fistful of my slave's luscious blonde hair between my fingers.