Chapter 4 Trojan
Jan 24 2016:
The True Slave
I floated in the darkness images flashing in and out of existence in and incoherent mess at the edges of my vision. With each image I had a moment of clarity I saw my parents and then forgot them, I saw my original face in the mirror and then forgot it. Countless other images floated in and out of my mind all of them quickly slipping back into the void.
I had given up trying to hold onto the images as they floated through my mind. My head only hurt more when I tried to latch onto what I knew was the real me. Whatever had been done to me had locked it further beyond my reach. So I waited in the darkness hoping that someone would be able to save me.
A face flashed in front of me and for the first time in what felt like forever I paid attention to it. It was the face of my Master! It was the face that I had come to love with every ounce of my being. My Master was kind and controlling, sincere and dominating. He had morals which made it difficult for him to see me as I was, the slave who wished to do nothing more than bow at his feet. Inside the blackness I shuddered the images of the pleasure the Master had given me surfacing.
He was still hesitant, and he did not treat me like the slave I was supposed to be. A small feeble part of my mind more restrained and buried by the darkness rejoiced at this. I wanted him to be my only Master and have him use me but becoming a Doll was not what he wanted. My Master would not use a Doll, the body of a woman was not what he truly craved. The control and domination of a woman, the use of a slave like something from an Eastern fantasy.
Reaching out into the darkness I grabbed onto the image of my Master and clutched it to my chest holding it more tightly then any of the other images before it. If there was anyone who could save me from the darkness I was floating in it was Master!
Keeping my hold on the image I focused on the memories of my Master they were the only solid things in my mind. The Master was so kind, I had to beg him to use me and threaten to go to another master to get him to use me. His touches always so gentle in the beginning would turn into rough dominant gropes as he lost his self-control, and still the touch soft or rough would never cease to bring me pleasure the touches were nothing compared to the times he used me though with each use better than the last.
I watched as the Master worked, from the cold confines of the cage inside my own mind the memories of what I had been floating at the edges I waited and clutched at the image of him with it I could focus enough to see what was happening. The Master had not slept in days, his features already scared by the little sleep he normally got turning gaunt. His hair usually a mat of unkempt hair but still clean became greasy and knotted as he worked his eyes locked to the computer in front of him fingers lying across the keyboard.
He had tried to save me, and this had happened. I had done this to my Master, my imperfections and inability to be what my Master wanted were slowly killing him. I wanted so much to reach out and tell the Master that I was right in front of him but my body was locked behind the chip and I was doing all I could not to slip back into the blackness fearing that I would never be able to resurface.
The True Master
"Marcus!"
Beth grabbed the laptop away from me and I blinked my eyes having trouble focusing for a moment.
"Marcus you need to rest!" Said Beth as she slammed the laptop down on the coffee table.
Still blinking I looked up at her, she was back in her police uniform and light was shining in through the window behind her.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Four in the afternoon. Have you been up since I left?" Asked Beth.
"I guess so." I said I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to get my tired eyes to focus.
"You've been up two days straight Marcus. You keep drinking these things and it'll kill you." Said Beth as she picked up one of the multiple energy drink cans strewn about on the couch and dropped it back onto the floor where I had been throwing them.
"I need to fix this." I said I growled.
"And killing yourself helps how?" Asked Beth.
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the couch. She had a point, and to make matters worse I had made absolutely no progress in the last 12 hours. I simply didn't have enough data. I groaned and flinched immediately remembering too late what the sound would do.
"Can Kate be of service?" Asked the Doll in the corner of the room stepping forward from where I had told her to wait.
"No." I replied quickly dismissing the Doll to resume her stance in the corner of the room. She had refused to sit seeing it as a breach of protocol and as far as I could tell she either didn't need sleep or the chip was letting her sleep like a dolphin or something using only half of her brain letting her remain alert to me while she stood in the corner of the room.
Beth glanced over at Kate she was still dressed in the clothes she had worn when we all went out but it wasn't her. The body the face, everything was the same but her eyes were dead and I could practically see her behind them begging to be set free. It was probably my imagination torturing me but I couldn't order het to leave the room or even turn around. I deserved the dead look in her eyes. I had destroyed whatever the small thing in her brain that let them get away from them and break the programming like she had the first time, and for that I would take the punishment of her cold glare.
"Do you know what went wrong?" Asked Beth.
"No. All I can figure is that her initial error that let her escape them and be herself for the most part was reset when I tried to reprogram her."
"And you can't fix it." Said Beth.
"I don't have enough data! I don't know how the hell any of this works or what the servers they have are doing. I need data to examine but even hooking this tablet up to the internet for a moment to get data will lead them straight to us!" I said.
"Can't you bounce the signal around so they can't find you? Proxies or something hacker like that?" asked Beth.
I snorted. "Sure, I could do that hacker stuff but Kate would have to be hooked up to the tablet for them to stream the data I need. You want to leave her connected to them while I record what I need?" I asked.
Beth grimaced and shook her head. "No."
"We need the data between the servers and a Doll." I said. I had no idea how to get that, a buffer or something between Kate and them? An artificial brain hooked up to the tablet or something to try and get the servers to send the data?
"Does it matter what kind of doll?" asked Beth.
I opened my eyes and looked over at her. "No it shouldn't. From what I read in the manual and in the code the dolls programing is interchangeable the interface is what they adapt to each one." I said.
"Then what about Kent's club. We know he has a doll my friend Tracy." Said Beth slowly.
I blinked and ran through it in my head, it would work if I was able to get the data between the tablet and the doll when he did something to modify her programming. A custom remote access Trojan set to activate when that happened would be practically impossible to trace and easy to install assuming we could get physical access to the tablet. The wireless security on the things was top notch so hacking into one from a distance would take too long.
"That should work if we can get a computer virus on his tablet so I can access it." I said and hesitating I looked up at Beth. "We won't be able to save Tracy at least not yet. I have no idea what could happen if we take a doll belonging to someone else for all we know she would go straight back to them and tell the all about us." I said.
"I know." Said Beth her face hard.
"But once you fix Kate and figure out how to stop them, she's the next one you save got it?" Said Beth.
I nodded and Beth gave me a small smile.
"You need to sleep, and I need to get us ticket to the most exclusive club in town. When will you be ready?" Asked Beth.
"Tomorrow, I can't do it tonight." I said.
"Right it's going to take me that long to get us in anyway." Said Beth. "I have a friend who can get us invites into the main club but not the backroom one so we'll have to sneak in there." She said.
"You know how?" I asked.
"How do you think I got those photos? I was up in the rafters of the place. The club used to be a warehouse." She said.
"Ah. Well that's good." I said slightly bemused.
"I'll be here around 10 tomorrow night then." She said.
"Sounds good." I said.
Beth got up from the chair and walked out of the apartment carefully closing the door behind her. I closed my eyes and leaned over on the couch light was still streaming in from outside but I was so tired that it hardly bothered me. I had probably slept some time since Saturday if it was already Tuesday but those had been short naps that I didn't remember with my undiagnosed insomnia I hardly ever took naps and falling asleep during the day was even more difficult.
Still I was exhausted and didn't even feel like trying to make it to my bed so instead I pushed back into the cushions of my old couch getting more comfortable. I was dropping off to sleep very quickly when I felt something at waist level trying to get into my pants.
I blearily opened my eyes, it was dark outside I had apparently taken my first nap in a long time. Looking through the darkness of the apartment illuminated by only the blinking of the laptop on the table in front of me and the streetlights outside was Kate kneeling in front of me her hands digging into pants trying to undo the belt.
"Kate!" I said surprised.
"Master." She said her voice impassive.
"What are you doing? Stop!" I said as I slapped her hands away from me my heart suddenly racing.
Kate's hands stopped and she drew them away.
"What did Kate do wrong Master?" Asked the Doll, her voice was the same as Kate's but it wasn't her the inflections were off, there was no spirit no life behind the words. I was already going to hell taking Kate when she was something halfway between a Doll and her normal self so there was no way in hell I was going to do anything with her as a Doll.
"Nothing. Return to standby mode. Wake me up at 11" I said giving her direct orders.
The Doll turned and went over to her spot in the corner of the room perfectly navigating the darkness despite the trash on the floor. She seemed to have perfect spatial awareness although I hadn't tested her abilities to confirm it but it made sense she was more computer then human at this point. I shook my head, whatever kind of man needed to pay millions for a women who would act like the doll Kate was at the moment was no man and was only out for the physical gratification.
It was probably a little hypocritical but then I really didn't equate what I had with Kate to her obeying me and being a Doll. When Kate first stumbled into my apartment she was confused and disoriented trying to make sense of everything that had happened to her. They had rewritten her brain for god's sake that was something straight out of a sci-fi! She had begged me to be her Master just to satisfy the programming in her chip so she wouldn't go running off looking for another man to take that place. I had let her convince me to have sex with her just because I was lonely, if I were a better man I would have not let that happen despite her begging.
Still I was fighting and working to bring that Kate back, and I had no illusions that the first thing we would do was jump back into the sheets with one another. Having her under my thumb and even the reactions of her body under my control was an intoxicating power, one that I didn't even want to try and resist.
I had been Kate's Master before and I would be again.
