Chapter 1

It all started at my office on a Friday morning. My assistant and protégé Andrea Simms had called in sick the previous day, so I had a lot of tasks for her to do before the weekend started. I had gotten in early, so I left my office door open to hear when she entered. She worked just outside my private office.

About five minutes early, she arrived.

"Andrea, can you come in for a minute? I called out.

"Coming, Miss Collins," she replied.

My assistant walked in wearing the most inappropriate top for the workplace. It was a sheer thin white blouse. Her large breasts pushed against the fabric. Her nipples were clearly visible.

I let out a sigh. I had talked to Andrea before about how showing off your breasts was a huge drawback in the office environment. Men tend to objectify you, and not take you serious. That was why I was glad I was almost flat-chested. My assistant had taken my words to heart. For the past year she had been wearing a minimizing bra, but not today. It looked like I'd needed to give her that talk again.

"You are outside the company dress code, Miss Simms," I said.

She blushed. "I don't think so."

I fished through my files, until I found a folder marked "ACE Medical Supply Workplace Rules". I flipped through the pages until I came to the section with the heading "Dress Code." I read out Rule #2B. "All women are to wear a bra at all times in the workplace."

"But, I am wearing a bra," she protested.

I looked skeptically at her.

"Want to see" she asked.

I nodded.

Her hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breath came out in small pants.

She opened up her top to show that she was indeed wearing a bra, but unlike one I had ever seen before. It was white lace, and supported and concealed only the lower half of her breasts. The half cup had a small indentation in front so the nipple and areola were exposed. I wasn't sure how the cup stayed up and in place, until I saw a thin plastic thread that looped around each erect nipple. It had the net effect of accentuating my assistant's already generous assets. I wasn't sure, but her breasts seemed a little larger than the last time I saw them, a few months ago.

"It's called a shelf bra," she said huskily. "Do you like it?"

"You may technically be within the dress code, but you should wear something more modest. Remember what I told you about the advantages of hiding your assets while in the workplace."

"I know. But I had to wear this today."

"And why is that?"

She leaned toward me, her blouse still open, and whispered. "My Master told me to."

I arched an eyebrow, "Your master? Who's that?"

The brunette backed away. "I can't tell you anymore. I'm sorry."

I decided not to push it.

Andrea, fidgeting, asked, "Could I use your bathroom."

I nodded. One of the perks of being an Executive Vice-President is having your own private bathroom connected to your office.

She went into the bathroom and locked the door.

A few seconds later, I heard loud moaning and panting coming from in there. Was she masturbating?

I leaned close to the door, so I could hear her better.

Between the moans, she whispered, "Yes, Master, I'm a good slave. I do exactly as you say. Reward me please, Master. Make me come."

After about ten minutes, she left my washroom. I was sitting at my desk, when she exited.

The rest of the morning I pondered what I should do, if anything, about what Andrea had obviously gotten mixed up in. Technically, whatever it was was outside work, and thus not my business. But I did consider the young brunette my friend; and besides, this "Master" had affected her workplace performance.

That afternoon, after Andrea came back from lunch, I called her back in. I thought she might go back home and change, but she was still dressed the same. I noticed a trickle of fluid running down her inner thigh.

"I've been thinking, this new man in your life doesn't sound like a very good influence. You need to get away from him. Why don't you stay at my house tonight?"

She looked relieved. "That sounds like a great idea. Thank you, Miss Collins."

"You can call me Veronica, when we're alone." Getting her to trust would be vital for her getting away from this controlling creep.

She blushed. "Okay, Veronica."

That evening, Andrea rode home with me in my Volvo. She had been very quiet the entire ride.

I guess I'd need to get one of the people, from the security company that monitors my house, to go to Andrea's apartment and pick up her clothes. It wasn't technically their job, but I'd bribe them with a hefty tip.

I unlocked the front door and walked into the entryway. The security system started beeping, so I went the panel and punched in the code. The beeping stopped.

Immediately, I was knocked to the ground by someone. It was Andrea. She pinned me to the ground and twisted my left arm behind my back.

I felt something cold and metallic placed on the back of my neck.

"Just hold still," said my assistant.

I struggled, but to no avail.

After about ten seconds, I heard a beep from the back of my neck. Andrea let go of me.

"Sorry about that, Veronica" she whispered, as she got off me.

"You can stand up now," said a young baritone voice.

I was already doing so as he spoke, but I felt a small thrill run through my body.

Just then I remembered that Andrea had a copy of my house key and knew the security code. She had watched my house on my last vacation, watering my plants and collecting my mail.

In my living room sat a thin young man with sandy brown hair. He was seated on the couch, with his back to me.

"Come over here so I can get a good look at you."

Andrea raced over, and stood at attention.

I was about to give some defiant retort, when I suddenly felt an overwhelming pain. It was like a migraine and stomach cramps hitting simultaneously.

I let out a gasp and doubled over.

"That pain will go away if you do as I instruct," said the mystery man.

I took a step toward him, almost involuntarily, and sure enough the pain subsided, slightly.

I tried to step back, but even thinking about it was pure agony. The pain in my gut started radiating out to my pelvis. I was sure I'd soon lose control of my bowels. Slowly, almost against my will, I walked in front of the man.

I later looked back at my security camera's recordings, and my walk to him took about thirty seconds. To me, it seemed like hours.

Once I stood in front of him, all pain went away.

I didn't recognize him. He was in his early twenties, with a thin face and brown eyes. He was not ugly or handsome. He was average looking, almost to the point of being anonymous. He was wearing a plain white tee shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and Adidas sneakers.

"Now, take off your clothes," he ordered.

"Fu-," was all I managed to get out before, again, I was doubled over with pain.

"She's a slow learner, isn't she?" he said to Andrea, who was rapidly stripping. She took a collar that had been around her thigh, and buckled it around her neck.

"It appears so," she said in reply.

I resisted. I really did. But the longer I held out, the worse the pain got. Finally I had to disrobe or have a stroke. Again this struggle, which seemed to me to be an eternity, was over in just a few seconds.

"So, this is the great Veronica Collins. From Andrea's description of you, I almost expected you to be wearing a leotard and cape.

"Don't move," he said.

Suddenly I found trying to move even a finger unbearably painful. I froze, not moving a muscle.

He walked around me, examining my naked body, like he was appraising a new sports car. He groped my small breasts and my fairly average rear. He ran his fingers through my wavy red hair.

He then buckled a collar just like Andrea's around my neck. "Do not remove this without my permission," he said.

Just then, whatever was attached to the back of my neck let out two beeps and fell off. My captor deftly caught it as it fell.

In his hand was a small disk about the size of a Double-Stuff Oreo. It appeared to be made of tin or aluminum and was completely featureless.

Andrea scampered up to him like she was an overly eager to please puppy. "Did I do good, Master?" she asked.

He stroked her brown hair. "You did very well, my pet. I am very pleased with you."

She let out a moan and sank to the floor.

"You can move your body," he informed me. "But you can't do anything to harm me."

Again I fought against the pain. "Who are you, and what have you done to me?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"My name is Chris Schultz. I work at the loading docks at ACE. But from now on you will call Master.

"And as to what I've done to you, I have given you a gift."

He held up the disk. "This device produces nano-strings. They are molecule thick strings that imitate human nerve fibers.

"Over the past ten minutes this doohickey has rewired your brain and enhanced your nervous system. You are now immune to Alzheimer's, brain aneurysms, diabetes, stroke, and all forms of mental disorder, You will not get any cancer not caused by an outside source; and even those are now being blocked by a very vigilant immune system."

This was all good news to me. My mother died of early onset Alzheimer's, and several close relatives were bipolar.

"Your senses will soon be more sensitive. You will soon be able to see, hear, taste, and feel more than ever before."

The rest of my question came to me. "And you programmed me to feel pain when I disobey you."

He nodded, " ... And to feel pleasure when you obey. Your brain has been trained to respond to the sound of my voice."

I let out a sob and collapsed on the floor.

"I think you'll come to appreciate me," he said, stroking my auburn hair. "Now, get on all fours, and prepare to be fucked."

Against my will, I assumed the position. It had been several years since I'd had sex. The last time was when I had to persuade one of the directors on the board to support me as an executive vice-president. I got no pleasure out of it. But, he got what he wanted, and I got my present job.

Chris undressed. He seemed to be in very good shape, with a lean body and six-pack abs. When he dropped his pants, his penis truly frightened me. It was already full erect, at least twelve inches long and three inches around. I had heard of such members, but never actually seen one.

He saw the fear on my face, and smiled. "I've used the device on myself, to make a few enhancements."

I tried to crawl away, but this young man's instructions kept me from moving. Instead, my arms and legs betrayed me. I sank to elbows and spread my legs to prepare for this consensual rape.

He reached down between my legs and pushed a finger into my vagina, it came back dry. "This isn't right," he muttered to himself. He turned to Andrea. "This isn't like it was with you. By this time you were ready and eager."

My assistant put a hand on his shoulder. "Leave us alone for a minute. Let me talk with her."

He thought for a second then nodded. He walked toward my TV room. "While I am gone, neither of you are to leave this room."

I found I could stand up. Andrea helped me to my feet. "Why are you resisting him?" she asked. "You are only causing yourself pain."

"Because, if I obey him, he's won."

Andrea hugged me. Her large breasts pushed into my small ones. "Veronica, he's already won. Tell me, have you been able to resist any of his commands?"

I shook my head.

"So, when you resist him, you are getting the same results as if you were obeying, but feeling pain instead of pleasure."

I couldn't think of what to say, so I just stood there.

"Do something for me. When Master returns he will give you five simple commands, ones like 'sit down, ' and 'stand up.' Do them instantly, with no resistance. See what it's like. Okay?"

Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

Andrea walked over to the doorway that Chris had exited through. "Master, please come back," she called.

He returned almost instantly, still naked.

She huddled with him and whisper to him for a few seconds. He nodded, and walked back to me.

Standing in front of me, he said, "Veronica, sit down."

I sank into the sofa. Instantly the residual pain that had been echoing through my body went away. A feeling of warmth filled me. It felt very nice.

"Stand up," he ordered.

I sprang to my feet. The warmth grew into an exquisite ache. Both my nipples and my clitoris became rock hard. I started panting. I couldn't imagine what would come next, but I wanted to try.

"Now, lay down."

As soon as I was on the floor, I was writhing in ecstasy. My body was on fire and every nerve was singing, and my pussy felt like it had exploded. I think I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, both Andrea and Chris were standing over me with big grins on their faces. "What just happened?" I asked.

"You just had an orgasm," said my friend.

My eyes opened wide. "So that's what it's like," I whispered.

Andrea was stunned. "You mean you've never..."

I blushed and shook my head. "I've never been able to."

I looked at the man. "Give me another order."