The sun filtered in through my window and I felt myself slowly coming to consciousness. I woke slowly, trying not to wake the many needy slaves I often found myself surrounded by. As I sat upright and took a calm breath, the woman who had been nuzzling in the crook of my arm stirred. She looked up at me, pupils dilated and a wide, almost vacant smile on her face.
"Master," she whispered. "Please make me feel good."
The blonde's long hair half-covered her face as she pleaded with me; her face now a mask of desperation.
"I'll do anything~" she added, but I wasn't in the mood to play with her.
With the flick of my finger, I activated the pleasure center in her brain. At once, her expression changed from concentration to bliss. She fell back onto the bed, hugging herself and moaning as the effects of my influence on her brain sent waves of ecstasy through her. I hobbled off the bed, careful not to wake any more as I headed to the bathroom to do my business.
Finishing up, I walked with a hop in my step to the basement door. I was saving myself for some fun with the girl downstairs. It was time to break in a new toy!
As I climbed down the stairs, I saw her, tied to a chair and gagged, head slumped. My slaves had done well to bring her here unnoticed. Now at my fine mansion, miles away from civilization, I would be free to toy with her very mind until she finally succumbed.
I pulled the gag down from her mouth; the motion causing her to stir. A firmly slapped her across the cheek, and she started to consciousness. Her eyes fixed on me, focusing on my face in the dim basement light.
I looked her up and down. Her short, brown hair was a mess and her round face wore a petulant expression—and a growing red mark, my signature. Naked beneath the ropes binding her to the chair, she was completely exposed before me. As she slowly gathered in the same scene, her look turned to one of shame and horror. She said nothing, but I knew a thousand questions were on her mind.
"Carol, was it?" I said, feigning ignorance. "Ah yes, of course, daughter of my biggest competitor. How could I forget?"
"My father is going to fucking kill you!" she hissed, spitting on me.
I raised my hand, delighting in the small flinch she showed me before she did her best to put on a brave face. I carefully brought my hand to her chin and tilted her head up towards mine.
"That first slap was just to get your attention, sweet thing," I said. "From now on, I won't be hitting you unless you ask me."
I chuckled softly as she glowered; he teeth gritted, the gnashing sound barely audible as he eyes followed me.
"To tell the truth," I continued. "It has little to do with your father's business or mine. My interest in you is of a more personal matter. I forget exactly what you said, but you made a rather rude comment to me at the industry gala last Christmas, and—"
"I said you were an egotistical cunt," she said, tearing her chin from my grip.
"Ah, that was it," I sighed. "Well, I can't say you're exactly wrong about it. Though I wish you would have put it more tactfully. There were journalists there, after all."
Carol stared daggers at me as I took a step back and rubbed the wet spot where her spit had hit my shirt.
"The meta-neuronics field is quite competitive," I said. "You have to be willing to take risks to get ahead. I'm of a different mind than your father. While he urges caution with these kinds of things, I'm not afraid to try out the newest inventions my little engineers cook up. In fact, there's something I was hoping you could help me test. While you were unconscious, I injected you with a small nanobot cluster. They've been migrating their way through your blood, past the blood-brain barrier, and nestling right inside your brain's pleasure center."
Carol's eyes widened as she heard my words.
"We sell this kind of product to help with patients suffering from severe depression, but it can have other uses if you use it in just the right way. I've hooked your little friends up to the gesture sensor in my own neuronic interface. And if I do this—"
I snapped my fingers in front of Carol's face. In an instant, the girl screamed, the nanobots forcibly activating every pleasure neuron in her brain. Her screams grew in volume, until they faded to a husky moan. After several moments, the girl gasped and panted, a puddle of urine forming beneath the chair. I tutted as I walked around behind her.
"I'm told the first time is quite intense," I sighed. "But I think that was a little uncalled for, don't you?"
Carol began to mutter something under her breath as I snapped my fingers again. Her body froze, rigid as another wave of unbidden pleasure forced its way through her. She coughed, tears wetting her whole face, her nose dripping, as I walked around to face her once more.
"You're going to be mine," I whispered in her ear. "In every way, however I want."
"Never," she sobbed.
I could tell she already knew how hopeless her protests would be. Perhaps she was simply determined to hold out as long as she could. I smiled, bemused, and pulled her close.
"They've done studies on this, by the way," I continued. "Did you know that drug addicts, even when they're in withdrawal, will prefer what you just got if they're given the choice? Now, usually the nanobots in those situations are programmed to slowly dial back the hit until the patient has broken the addiction, but I have these set to deliver an increasing amount each time. I wonder what that will do?"
"There's no way