Triggers and Warnings
Coercion, manipulation, mild gaslighting, incest, M/s dynamics, forced cooperation, bruising and beatings, nanites, medical implants, mentions of rape.
Mild spoilers;
Alex and Victoria consider themselves to be fundamentally good people, however they engage in flagrant manipulative and controlling behaviour. While Nora does eventually enjoy the situation, they should absolutely not be taken as role models and much of what they do in this story is abhorrently morally corrupt. This is not a story about good boundaries or consent, no matter how Alex or Victoria might try to frame it to themselves.
Authors note:
This is my first time publishing. I started this about a year ago and it has been a learning journey; I have no doubt that the writing improves later on, but I have done my best to edit the earlier chapters with my later knowledge. If you spot any continuity errors or formatting / grammar mistakes please let me know!
I have edited this slightly based some feedback to make it more apparent that this is based in England, and to clear up some timescale issues.
## Chapter Six
Nora did her yoga in the living room while Alex did some of the other general house hold tasks. Alex happened to be hoovering or tidying in sight of her pretty much the entire time she was working out, she was pretty sure that wasn't an accident. Whether it was so he could keep an eye on her, or if he was just being bolder about checking her out all of a sudden she wasn't sure. The methodical, familiar movements helped to clarify her mind somewhat, despite being watched.
When she was done she packed up and went in search of Victoria. Alex was now changing over the laundry in the kitchen so she headed up to his lab. As expected she found Victoria at her laptop sitting at Alex's desk. She sat down on the bed while Victoria was was typing. Unbeknown to her, right where they'd fucked yesterday. In comparison to yesterday Victoria seemed to be taking her time over whatever it was she was writing, which appeared to be code.
"What are you working on?" Nora asked.
"One of my clients has some issues, I'm bug fixing." came the reply, though Victoria didn't look away from the screen.
Nora hesitated a moment longer, unsure how to talk to Victoria, "Cool... So..." Victoria turned from the screen. "So, er, how long is it going to take to..."
"Write a new program to do only the things we need?"
"Yea."
"I'd love to tell you I can whip it up in a few hours but... hopefully no more than a week. I don't want to lie to you. It could take a few."
"Weeks?!"
Victoria nodded, looking a little deflated. "I'm sorry."
"I can't be out of contact with people for weeks! They'll send a search party. My friends are already blowing up my phone."
"Ahh."
"I was actually hoping you could help me read the messages..."
"Oh? Why?"
"I'm worried one of them might have said something order-y."
"Huh, I'd not considered that. I'm sorry. You must feel really trapped here..."
"I
am
trapped here Victoria." She said pointedly.
"Sorry." There was a bit of an awkward pause. "Want to give me your phone?"
Nora unlocked it and handed it over.
They spent a few minutes together, Victoria reading out messages. They were mostly people wondering where Nora was, and if she was alright. She'd dropped off the grid about twenty four hours ago now.
They also discovered that the order not to communicate with people outside of the house 'by any means' included relaying messages for Victoria to type. So Victoria just wrote some generic apologies and let a few people know 'she' wasn't feeling too well but not to panic. She didn't include any time frames on recovery, in the hopes that would stave most people off.
"Am I safe to scroll the internet?" Nora asked, the issue just occurring to her.
"I worried a similar thing when I was taking your phone to read your messages." Victoria said, "The intent processor should be able to tell the difference between something directed at you, versus something generic, or intended for someone else. It was a hot topic at the start of our design phase. Otherwise reading the washing powder instructions would have created an order. It seems to be working fine, since I didn't run off to jump online with your friends. Let me know if anything weird happens."
"Weird like having your whole body taken over by your cousins sex toy?"
Victoria didn't have a reply to that.
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Two days later Nora came into the lab saying she was going stir crazy cooped up in the house. She'd played solo computer games pretty much non-stop. Apart from some more yoga, actually a lot more yoga, which she justified to herself as being because she couldn't run. She continued to do it in the living room... for reasons unrelated to Alex and or Victoria somehow always having a reason to be there too, and was completely because it was the biggest nicest space. She was most definitely still angry with them for holding her hostage.
There had been no more major mishaps with Alex giving her stupid orders, and she had
mostly
kept a civil tongue in her head. Alex had started holding her to their day night schedule, but she'd discovered the wonders of having Victoria lay out breakfast every day, and her cooking was fabulous each evening.
When she arrived, Alex was sat reading a book and Victoria was knelt on the floor next to him in what it had become apparent was her 'default' kneeling position. The two of them had seemingly stopped any efforts to hide their kink from her. Another thing she was somewhat shocked to find she did not mind.
"I have a missed call from my mother. Not that I didn't
try
to answer it..." Nora said, looking pointedly at Alex.
"I got a call from her too, I told her you were mostly sleeping off a fever and had a gravelly voice you were trying to rest. She made me promise to take you to the doctor if you weren't up and about in a few days. Want to give me your phone and we can text her?"
They spent a few minutes sending messages to people and generally updating Nora's friends on her 'illness'. After which Nora turned to Victoria who had up to this point just knelt there quietly, "How is your code coming along?".
However, while Victoria clearly heard and was looking at Nora, it was Alex who said "She's testing some adjustments to the obedience addon at the moment."
"And you told her she couldn't speak?"
"She asked me to."
"How is she getting on with
my
code?"
"I know she's started it, she spent most of her free hours yesterday coding."
"I really need you to get it working." Nora to Victoria. "People are going to be getting worried about me."
Alex was really starting to see Victoria's point. Nora seemed to have fallen right out of the role of victim in this, and was very much behaving like this was now par for the course. He flipped his book back open where he'd been keeping his place with his thumb, put his bookmark in, and set it aside.
"I think she wants to speak." Nora said, nodding at the kneeling Victoria who was making fish faces with her mouth.
Alex looked down, "You have things to add?"
His kneeling pet gave a rapid little nod and smiled. "Speak." he said.
"The best way to speed up you being allowed out would be the M/s addon. Then you'd only have to obey Alex."
"He said that there was more to it than that?" Nora said with a quizzical turn of the head.
"It would let you talk to people again." Victoria said, ignoring the actual question.
"Nora go to your room, I need to speak to Victoria in private."
She felt the rule add itself to the list as she walked out. She rolled her eyes. Confined to her room like a child again. "You could have just asked!" She said as loudly as she was allowed.
Alex still had not removed her prohibition against shouting.
Once Nora was down the corridor he got up and shut the door before rounding on Victoria. "Pet, why are you suggesting this?"
"It will get her more freedom Master."
"It will also force her to call me Master. We have no idea how sexually active she is. It would make her dependent on me for orgasm, and we'd have to hope your ideas for the arousal triggers don't work as intended. Which, given how well everything else you've made is working, is highly improbable!"
