Jan 8 2016:
Ten Years Later
I stared at the TV watching as it flickered from one show to the next and into the stream of commercials, my mind was far away from the poorly written late night comedies and I was exhausted but reluctant to go to sleep. Closing my eyes for a moment I brought the beer back up and took another small sip of the thing. I had been nursing the same small bottle since getting back from work, and it was nearly gone the taste of dust in it and not nearly enough alcohol to give me a buzz to help clear my mind.
Leaning back I emptied the bottle and let it drop to the table. Opening my eyes I picked up my phone and looking at the time shook my head. I really needed to get some sleep.
A rapid knock on the front door of my apartment snapped me fully aware and I stood up.
"Hello?" I called out as I took a hesitant step forward. It was a semi bad neighborhood and I was in the cheapest apartment complex and even if it was close to midnight I doubted a thief or some other would be so brazen.
The knock repeated and I took another few steps forward. Looking through the peephole I saw a young woman with clothes practically painted to her skin desperately staring at me through the lens. Barely hesitating and fearing that she was in some kind of trouble I opened the door.
The woman collapsed inwards and the two of us tumbled to the floor, her on top of me using my body as a cushion as hit the hard linoleum of my apartment. She scrambled back to her feet and slammed the door shut.
I blinked and stared at her, she had the body of a model perfect in nearly every way. A thin body with large breasts although not out of proportion for her frame. Her skin was a paler shade, not the sun baked look that seemed to be so popular with the woman nowadays her hair was a deep red and long going down to just past her shoulder blades from what I could see. She was hardly wearing anything, a shirt far too small for her covering only enough of her chest to be decent yet still leaving a large portion of her pale flesh visible. Her skirt, which was hardly more than a strip of fabric covered so much that from my vantage point on the floor I could see that she was wearing lacy black panties.
I cleared my throat and started to get to my feet. "How can I help you?" I asked.
The woman blinked and her eyes swam in and out of focus, for a moment I wondered if she was high on something but I had seen that before and this was not a dazed high. Her eyes were full of confusion and fear.
"I.." She swallowed and looked around.
"I can't remember." She said
"You can't remember?" I asked prompting her.
She took a breath and looked around. "I can't remember anything." She said again.
I nodded. "Do you have a name?" I asked starting with what I thought would be the simple questions.
She nodded and opened her mouth and froze her eyes widened. "I can't remember Master!" She said. Her hands flew to her mouth. "I didn't mean to do that!" She said.
I was weirded out at this point, a woman calling me Master with at least partial amnesia had stumbled into my apartment.
"Your bag, it might have an ID." I said pointing to the small bag that she was holding.
She looked down at it as if noticing it for the first time and unsnapping it quickly upended the thing. A mass of wires and a small tablet fell to the floor. No ID or wallet. The two of us looked at the stuff for a moment before I bent down and scooped the stuff up and walked over to my couch.
"Come and sit down while we figure this out." I said to her.
The woman nodded and following me over sat down next to me. I set the cables on the coffee table and held the tablet out to her. She looked at it for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking it. Tapping the screen the thing flashed on showing a picture of the woman's face along with a title above it.
I stared at it for a moment my brain trying to come up with another meaning for the words but finding none. Femslave Model 8.1.3 were the words above her face.
"I, what?" Was all that I could say my brain still trying to process what was going on. I looked over at the woman but her eyes were locked on the screen in horror. A glint of something on the back of her neck caught my eye and I turned to get a better look. A metal socket was embedded into her neck, barely extending from her skin. I looked down at the table, the cables there would fit into it.
"Your neck." I said.
She looked over at me and a hand flew up to her neck quickly finding the socket she gasped and looked over at me.
"What is going on Master?!" She asked distressed.
"I don't know, but I have an idea one that I really don't want to say it out loud yet. Can I look at that?" I asked pointing at the tablet she was holding.
She hesitantly held onto the tablet for a moment before handing it over to me. I tapped the screen and the page turned in what I was now assuming was some type of manual. Quickly looking through the thing I skimmed the pages turning them as fast as I could tap the screen. Images of a woman in different positions, all of them sexual along with diagrams with instructions on them jumped out at me along with certain key words. Slave, doll, obedient, sexual play, reprogramming, compliance, and dozens of other terms jumped out.
I turned to look at the woman, she was similarly stunned at the information it seemed.
"You can't remember anything?" I asked.
She looked up at me. "It's a blur, I remember a van or something fighting with a guy and running from it. I didn't stop to look back and I ended up at your door. I knew my Master was inside." She said.
"You knew I was inside?" I asked.
She nodded. "I was going to the wrong Master. So I had to leave." She said.
I was trying to make sense of her words, from the manual, her actions, and the freaking cybernetic implant in the back of her neck I was piecing it together quickly enough. Someone had figured out how to reprogram human beings, living breathing people into sex slaves. I couldn't think of another outcome from how the woman looked and the references in the manual.
The clientele would be the rich elite, the one percent of the one percent. The people with so much money and power that the laws of the land that every other man was held to simply did not apply. Only they would have the influence to purchase someone like the woman beside me. Money wasn't the factor in those circles, the power that one wielded either out in the open or in the shadows. That was the currency of the realm.
"I really should be calling the police." I said.
The woman cringed. "They would take me away from you Master." She said.
I nodded in agreement, I would never see her again and I doubted that anything would be resolved in going to the authorities. Someone higher, much higher up the food chain then the local police would simply order the case swept under the carpet and a few days later I would have an "accident".
"They are going to be looking for you." I said.
"Yes Master they will be, and I will not be going back." She said.