“All I’m saying is, I don’t think you should get too attached to your patients, Jennifer.”

I looked at James for a moment. “It’s not an attachment — he just won’t talk to me while other people are listening.”

James was an interesting guy. His moods shifted from day to day, but he often felt like it was necessary for him to look after me if things started looking suspicious. I suppose cutting video feed every time I walk into a room would be a little out-of-the-ordinary.

He wasn’t too bad looking. He was dressed in uniform most of the time, though he looked more like some of the military personnel than one of the technical guys. He had on black, loose-fitting jeans, and wore a black t-shirt tucked into the jeans. On his belt were various items of equipment, though the only ones I ever really recognized were the walkie talkie and the gun. He actually had the physique of a military man, as well — I did, at times, wonder if he was perhaps a guard at one point.

His face was mostly gentle, though. He had a square jaw, but his gaze was forgiving, with an easing quality to it. I didn’t see much of his eyes. I knew he’d had surgery on them for something, but I never found out what — they were always hidden behind sunglasses with mirrored lenses.

“Doesn’t that strike you as odd at all?”

I stepped onto the elevator, pressing the button for the cybernetics floor. “Not really.”

James stood beside me, looking up at the numbers indicating which floor we were on. “Well, you’re the one with the medical license, Jennifer.”

He nudged me with his elbow, grinning at me, and I nudged him back. “Don’t be smug with me, James.”

“Never.”

“Yeah, you liar.”

The elevator dinged our arrival, and he smiled at me playfully before heading off. “I’ll catch up with you later. Have fun.”

My first stop was an Artificial Intelligence program that monitored the cybernetics department. Just needed to check in with it and then head out.

“Good afternoon, Doctor O’Shea.”

“Good afternoon, Ed.” I don’t really know why we named him Ed, but that’s what his creators decided on. “What’s the news for today?”

“There is a minor malfunction in the neurology department.”

I raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the screen. “Oh?”

“It is being contained, Doctor, nothing to be particularly concerned about.”

“Would you mind telling me anyway?” I wondered if perhaps this new patient had anything to do with it.

“I have been asked not to, Doctor O’Shea.”

I blinked. “By who?”

“I have been asked not to say, Doctor O’Shea.”

Of course. I’m sure it wasn’t personal, though. Probably one of the new tech people didn’t want their superiors to know they goofed up, so they were trying to handle it discreetly. “OK, Ed. Anything else?”

“Nothing that requires your attention, Doctor.”

“Thank you, Ed. That’ll be all for today.”

“See you tomorrow, Doctor.”

Most of my stops were similarly uninteresting. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, no systems were down, no patients needed tending to. Looked like just another slow day at the lab.

This was good for me, because I’d been pondering those questions about my new patient for several hours. I wasn’t supposed to see him again until tomorrow, but I convinced James to shut off the video equipment and let me in during the evening hours.

I stood outside the room, glancing up. James’ voice came over the intercom. “Since this isn’t an official visit, there’s no need to identify yourself or anything. There won’t be a record of it.”

“Thanks, James, I appreciate it.”

“Sure thing. Take care of yourself.”

I nodded and stepped into the room, glancing over my shoulder as the door shut behind me. However, the moment the door shut, before I was even able to turn around, I suddenly collapsed, struck by the most intense desire to be fucked silly that I’d ever felt. My mind went absolutely and utterly blank and I became nothing more than a ready-to-be-fucked slut writhing on the floor in aroused agony, wanting anyone to simply come by and enslave me to whatever they wanted.

I glanced up and saw Master hovering over me, gazing down at me, an odd look in his eyes. A look of hunger. He pulled up to my feet and in a near-frenzy actually tore my clothes to shreds — he even cut me a little bit, but I just moaned loudly as I arched my back, and spread my legs, presenting myself to Master.

He shoved me back into the wall, then leapt forward. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head, against the wall, pressing firmly into me. My eyes rolled back into my head as my nipples immediately hardened and I began to dampen.

All sorts of thoughts began to stream through my head, all of Master fucking my brains out. I wanted nothing more than for him to completely own me — he already did mentally, but I wanted him to physically dominate me.

He dispensed with the foreplay quickly enough. I could feel that he was already rock-hard, and for whatever he had done to my mind, I was as aroused as if he’d been fondling me for hours. Master grabbed my legs and hoisted them up, and I obediently wrapped them around his waist. My arms now free, I curled them around him, tilting my head back as I moaned loudly. I felt him dip into me without any resistance, and after only a few thrusts, he started to go at it with some gusto.

I was banged up against the wall with each thrust in, and each time I elicited a cry of intense pleasure. I dug my nails into his fur as I began to fantasize about him using me like I was nothing to him. I just wanted to be an obedient little fucktoy for Master, and I was ready to do anything to convince him to make me one.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my first orgasm of the evening, though I was saddened by the realization that Master did not share it with me. He seemed to have other ideas, however. He let me down off the wall, then turned me around and pushed me onto my hands and knees. I leaned forward some, offering myself up to him like a cat in heat. And I could’ve been — I didn’t really care who fucked me, it was just an added bonus that Master was doing it.

He rested his palms against my hips, then once more slipped into my slit and began to bang me silly. I eagerly thrust my hips back into his with each forward movement he gave, panting and crying out in lust. Neither of us really formed any words, but Master knew what I wanted, anyway. This was not emotional in any way, and that was all I was after right now.

After he coaxed a couple more orgasms out of me, he slid out of me and flipped me onto my back. I couldn’t believe he still hadn’t cum — either I was cumming very quickly or he could last awhile. I lifted my legs and spread them apart as he curled his arms around my thighs and once again penetrated me, fucking me good and hard. I could feel him reaching some of my deeper parts and it soon became an orgasm-frenzy for me. No sooner would he thrust into me, than I would scream in pleasure and my mind would pool out on my Master’s cock or onto the floor, forming a rather large puddle.

As he continued to fuck me, I suddenly started cumming even harder — I could feel him mind-fucking me. He was really tearing into my thoughts, not gently as he had the first or second time, but he was ripping into my consciousness, which felt amazing to me. I nearly passed out from the intense pleasure that surged through me over and over — it wasn’t even multiple orgasms anymore, it was just one prolonged one that seemed to last forever.

Master slid himself out of me, then positioned himself so he could tit-fuck me. I was completely ready for it, as I reached up and grabbed my breasts, cumming again just from the sensation of my fingertips brushing over my nipples. I couldn’t believe how sensitive Master had made me.

He slid his cock between my breasts and I enveloped it, tilting my head forward some so I could watch him slide between me over and over. I wanted to tilt my head back and simply scream in pleasure, but I knew what was coming and I wanted it bad.

And it didn’t take too long — it turned out Master also had his limits, and I opened my mouth just as he came all over my face. I eagerly swallowed the sweet juice that landed on my tongue, savoring it, moaning in ecstasy as if it were some drug I couldn’t be without. I felt so slutty with the rest of it just sitting on my face, and I felt like a right good fucktoy to appear as I did, so I simply let it be.

Master stood up, gazing down at me, as he continued to mind-fuck me to no end. I immediately shot my hand down to my pussy and began to fuck myself with abandon. I don’t know how many times he had made me cum, but I was determined to put on a good show for him in return. I was happy to be his fucktoy, and I was happy to still entertain him when he wasn’t using me.

When I became aware of myself again, I was lying on the floor, three of my fingers slowly rubbing my slit as I stared up at the ceiling. I still felt dazed and exhausted, but I couldn’t stop touching myself. I tried to think about what had just happened, but all I could think of was how wonderfully used I had been. All I could think of was Master fucking me again and again, and those images urged my hand to push me into another quiet orgasm.

Finally, I heard Master. “That’s enough, Doctor, get up, now.”

I slowly raised myself to my knees, looking down at the large puddle of my juices that had formed on the floor between my legs. I tried to stand, but simply collapsed back onto my knees again. I looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where I was and how I’d got there.

It took a little bit, but the memories slowly trickled back to me. I had walked in to ask my patient some questions and he must have used a hypnotic trigger the moment I walked in. He had turned me into nothing but a mindless sex slave — which I thought a little uncharacteristic of him.

I groggily looked up at him as he sat against the wall, as he had the first time I interviewed him, as brief as it had been. He seemed completely calm and collected now. I tried to think of something to ask. “… What happened?”

He glanced at me. “Well, the doctor who did all the experimentation on me ensured that I wouldn’t let my abilities go to waste… By giving me severe pains and headaches if I didn’t use it often enough. And the more I let it sit, the more… Animalistic, I guess, it becomes.”

“… What?” I sounded far off, like I was still high on something.

He chuckled softly. “You and Shana were just a way for me to alleviate some of that pain. I didn’t join in, but I was just controlling you two, and it was enough… Usually someone stops in every hour or so to check in on me and I do something to control them for a little bit, but no one came today.

“So when you arrived, I didn’t really have full control over myself, I just needed to ease the pain a bit.”

I felt ridiculously tired. I could barely make any sense of what he was saying to me. “I don’t… Understand…”

He blinked for a moment, then motioned me over. Without really considering it, I just decided to go with it, as I wobbily crawled over to him. He took my head into his lap and rested his palm against my forehead. “Just get some rest, Doctor O’Shea.”

Happy to oblige, I curled up against him, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.