It's located at the end of a dead end street. A large house surrounded by a high brick wall topped with razor wire. The house is impressive, very well maintained and very expensive looking. The inside is decorated in a top of the line modern way. This house belongs to Alex Fai. At first glance he appeared to be a mild mannered, shy person. He was of average height and was of oriental descent. Anybody meeting him on the street would have never suspected that he was a self made billionare who held more potential power then most countries.
Alex walked up the stairs to his bedroom. A door in his bedroom led to his personal bathroom. Dinner was over now and he wanted to relax in his hot tub. He had no butlers to clean up after him, instead he had many maids. All his maids were attractive women, none older then 30. They kept his house neat and in order. He also had a slave. Money alone did not keep his maids working and his slave servile to him, oh no. He didn't even pay his maids or slave. How could somebody, who just a few years ago was a twenty-something, dead end, loser end up with these fortunes? Why did those women work for him for no pay whatsoever? The answer was simple: Mind control.
Before he had invented a way to control people, Alex was a loser, plain and simple. He worked at a dead end job, and had very little money after the bills came. No friends... All in all life sucked. Then he found a way of using controlled amounts of electricity and magnetic fields to change neural pathways in the human brain. Eventually with the help of his invention, he was promoted at his job, soon found a new high level job at a big company...and eventually ended up running the company and retiring early. All in a few short years and all while he continued to improve and refine his invention. He controlled most of his maids, his slave, and anybody who either knew too much or was a threat to him in some other way.
Tara, his slave, was drawing his bath for him. He stripped out of his suit and climbed into the tub. "Join me." he said. Having no clothes to take off, she immediately got into the tub. She sat down next to him. He slid down into the bench and let the water come up to just below his shoulders. It had been a rough day for him. A nosy investigative reporter had breached his security and had very nearly exposed what he was doing. Luckily she had been caught and had been programmed to commit suicide. Tomorrows papers would no doubt feature the tragic suicide of the semi famous investigative reporter.
As he sat there picturing tomorrows headlines, he became aware of something. He realized that Tara's head was resting on his shoulder, gently nuzzling him. He jerked away. "What are you doing?!" he asked in a loud angry voice. She sat there looking at him with confusion. She didn't open her mouth to say anything because she had been ordered not to speak...ever. In a calm, cold voice he said "Get out. Go to your room.". Confused, she got out of the tub and promptly left the bathroom.
He sat in the tub surprised and angry. Tara had not been programmed to display any sort of affection or love. In his mind affection and love were a form of powerful influence-- a weapon. He had used this "weapon" as a part of enslaving Tara. He felt no real love for her. Having true feelings about somebody was dangerous to a persons judgement. Had Tara's display of affection been an attempt to arouse feelings in him in the hopes of impairing his judgement? Or had it merely been a glitch? He had refined his invention quite a bit, but not all the bugs had been worked out yet.
It was nighttime now. Alex and Tara were in bed now. She was responding to his advances just like she had been programmed to. Sex was nice and quiet. No moaning or screaming, only heavy breathing which nothing could really be done about. He was getting ready to cum when something unexpected happened. She started hugging and kissing him. He literally threw her off the bed. He was surprised and angry again, moreso then last time. He got up and put on a robe. "That's it. Go to the basement and wait for me. I'm going to do a full check on your programming." he said coldly.
Tara left the room confused and on the verge of tears. She couldn't think of any reason that her master should be angry at her. Her arm hurt from landing on the floor but she didn't care about that. Her arm wasn't broken, so the pain meant little. It would go away and was already starting to.On her way to the basement, the only thing running through her mind was what she could have possibly done to make her master angry enough to stop having sex with her and throw her off of him.
The basement was an underground facility complete with a holding cell, a labrotory, another labrotory, and several smaller rooms for storage and special purposes. She entered the main labrotory and sat down on an examination table. A few minutes later Alex entered the room. "Lay down, and spread your arms and legs." he said coldly. She complied. Her arms and legs were fastened to straps on the table. He placed a large helmet on her head. Various wires from the helmet ran to a computer.
Alex ran several diagnostic programs that he had written himself with the help of computer programmers who were now thousands of miles away and had no memory of ever meeting him. The programs scanned her mind via the electronics embedded in the helmet. Everything came up fine. Her programming was completely intact. Those displays of affection must have been glitches... but two glitches in such a short time? No, something had to be wrong with the programming. He commenced with a complete scan. The complete scan took a few minutes... The results indicated that nothing was wrong. Her programming was 100% intact.
He reluctantly removed the helmet and released her. "Ok, back to the bedroom." he said. He started leaving and she obediently followed him. They got into his bed, but they did not have sex this time. He wasn't in the mood now. She fell asleep After lying awake for a few minutes pondering over what had happened, he too fell asleep.
Morning came and Alex stirred. He felt something... His eyes snapped open. Tara's arm was around his shoulder and her head was resting on his chest. He pushed her off of him and scrambled out of bed. There was more going on here then just glitches. She woke up as he was pushing her away, and now she stood up looking bewildered and sad. "Basement! Now!" he said coldly.
In the laboratory, Alex restrained her to the table again. He attached the helmet to her head again. This time he was going to rewrite her programming. It would take a few hours, but it would remove the glitches. It was like formatting a computers hard drive to get rid of a stubborn virus. The rewriting commenced and her face went totally blank. He decided to spend the time having a couple of his maid's fill in for her.
Keri and Donna were two maids that worked for Alex. They considered themselves to be more like slaves. They could think for themselves, but Alex had put collars on them that stopped them from doing certain things. They could not leave his house, they could not cause any harm to him, and they could not speak. Keri was a tall brunette. Donna was a shorter redhead. Alex had summoned them and they headed for his bedroom.
They entered his bedroom. He was sitting on his bed dressed in a robe. There was a large mat on the floor. "I want you two to strip naked, get on the mat, and fondle each other." he said.
Despite their reservations they both started taking off their clothes. They knew very well what would happen if they didn't obey. They sat down on the mat and started fondling each other. As she started stroking Donna's breasts and moving one of her hands down to Donna's stomach, Keri felt a weird feeling inside of her. Donna didn't seem to mind and she was in turn caressing the undersides of Keri's breasts. This made Keri feel even more weird... It wasn't necessarily a bad kind of weird. She just didn't expect to feel...that way...
Alex watched the two fondle and caress each other. Something was not right.. He could see the hint of a smile on Donna's face, and Keri seemed to be starting to enjoy it a bit too much. He considered stopping them, but then decided not to. If his suspicions were correct, he could use what was happening to his advantage. "Now I want you to pretend like you're having sex with each other." he said.
He watched as they embraced each other, tenitively at first, but slowly growing more and more passionate until they were grinding their hips against each other and breathing fairly heavily. His suspicions were confirmed. He had two maids who were either lovers already, or were becoming lovers right in front of his eyes. He instantly saw how this could work to his advantage. He let them continue embracing each other for a while longer. "Ok, that's enough. You may go now. Pick up your clothes and go shower." he said.
Alex went to a bookcase that sat against one of the walls in his bedroom. It was a secret entrance, though he did not open it by removing a book. He swiped his hand across what appeared to be an ornate decoration carved into the bookcase, but was in fact a hand print sensor. The bookcase slid aside and behind it was a small room, no bigger then a walk in closet. The walls were filled with large flatscreen monitors each displaying a direct feed from a security camera. He had cameras all throughout the house. His room was the only room without a camera of some kind.
He focused in on Keri and Donna as they showered. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. They were cleaning themselves, pretty much ignoring each other. He zoomed in on them. Perhaps, he wasn't sure, but perhaps he caught a quick glance by Keri at Donna. He was certain that there was some sort of influence going on between the two. He planned to manipulate that influence and see what the results were.
Time passed. Alex closely monitored Keri and Donna looking for any signs of love between the two. He noted a few small signs and one or two not so small signs. His watch went off. Tara's reprogramming was completed. He closed the bookcase entrance and headed for the basement.
In the basement laboratory, he undid Tara's restraints. He gave her some simple commands which she obeyed promptly. He closely watched her as she stood up, walked around the table, then sat on it. Everything seemed normal except... He looked closely at her face. Her eyes weren't blank. They were filled with sadness. He dismissed this observation. It didn't matter. "Go up to my bedroom. I will join you soon." he said.
She turned and left the laboratory. He powered the computer down and tidied up, then he headed for his bedroom. Tara was standing near his bed awaiting a command. He saw those eyes again... He ignored what he saw in them. It meant nothing. He removed his robe and told her to get into the bed. She pulled the bedspread back and climbed in. He got into the other side and almost immediately started fondling her. The images of Keri and Donna were still fresh in his mind, and what he had planned for them made him all the more aroused.
She didn't move throughout the whole experience. She laid there just staring up at the ceiling. He got a good look at her eyes and turned his head to look away. He came, and that was all he wanted. She had made no attempt at displaying affection towards him. He now laid in bed next to her, just waiting for her to try to put her arm around him. She made no effort to do so. He laid in bed thinking. He had strived to become a cold, emotionless being, capable of manipulating such powerful forces as love and emotions. He had rid himself of such feelings. They were a weakness. Yes, he was cold as ice, even colder... So why did Tara's eyes bother him?