Chapter 6

Slut had an easy life. She went about her tasks with startling precision, with the focus that had gotten her so far in life up until now.

She would wake up and find someone to pleasure, first thing each morning. Sometimes they were in the bed she’d gone to sleep in, which made things easier, but sometimes she had to go and find them. Her favorites were the mornings when she got to wake Master up with one of her slow, skillful blow-jobs, but waking to find Slave in her bed, and getting each other off a few times before getting up was nice too.

Slut recognized that she was to come when Master called her “Alexis”, but it had no other meaning to her. She was Slut now—Alexis was a name, but Slut was her identity, her essence. Alexis had been unhappy, lonely, driven to wear herself out on tasks that didn’t even get people off ... it didn’t make any sense to Slut.

Slut was a dripping pussy, a pair of comely tits. Slut was a walking sex-dispenser, and she lived her life happily and with purpose.

She lived to serve.

Slave lived to serve as well ... perhaps because she wasn’t as fit as Slut, or perhaps because he’d had her longer, but Master preferred to use Slut for sex, and Slave to do household chores. Slut would have done household chores, if asked, but Slut had to admit ... she preferred getting people off.

It was the sole reason she existed.

And so the days went past, one blurring into the next ... Slut would wake up, ensure that one of her living companions enjoyed the pleasures of her tongue, explored her body however they wished.

Then she would shower—sometimes alone, often with company. She would lather her skin up, to ensure that she smelled good for Master. She would shave herself bare, removing all hair below the neck.

And then she would spend the rest of the day alongside Master, obeying his every whim, degrading herself for his pleasure. Her time was like an extended orgasm, and she never felt better than when she knew she was lowering herself to ensure that Master got as much out of her presence as possible.

At night, after Master fell asleep (often immediately after cumming in or on her one last time) Slut would wash herself clean. Sometimes it felt like a waste, washing Master’s precious cum out of her, watching it drift down the drain, but Slut would just remind herself that there was more to come tomorrow, and she would put on her headphones and go to sleep with a huge smile on her face.

But sometimes, late at night, Slut would wake up to discover that her headphones had fallen off, and that the music was off so Master could sleep. That was when the sadness would come ... as long as she was serving Master, there should be no room for sadness, but along with the forbidden emotion would come new ideas. Ideas about how Slut could help fix the world.

There were so many people out there, living without the clarity that Master had provided her. Life was only worth living if it was spent serving one person ... true happiness came from putting your own needs aside, and dedicating yourself entirely to the needs of another.

And one night, when Slut woke up to the unfamiliar sound of silence, an idea penetrated her sleepy brain. An idea that immediately resonated with truth, an idea that was so instantly right that she knew she couldn’t ignore it.

‘Master isn’t happy.’

The thought made Slut shoot up out of bed. She put on the tiny bra and panties that slave had procured for her and sought out Master. Her intuition was always right when pleasing him sexually, so she knew she was right that he wasn’t happy. Quietly, she observed him, bracing himself to step out of the lair. There must be some hard task to do, if he was psyching himself up so much to do it. She stayed behind, silent and hidden (made easy by the darkness), to watch him venture upwards through the tunnels.

She dared not follow too much into the light, lest she be seen. It was there, with the light streaming down, that she saw something that stopped her heart. Her master leapt back in pain, wincing and hissing at the light, covering his eyes. It was not so bright, she reasoned, but the pain it was causing him must have been horrible.

‘Posit: Given slave’s unhurt eyes, and Master’s obvious pain what could be the cause. Biological or psychosomatic. I must help him and fix this.’ She almost did leap out of her hiding place to help master back, but a voice inside her said, No, wait, to serve him best you must present yourself to him in his lair where he feels most powerful. Ah the voice. It had been her last shred of resistance, but like every other part of her now, it only served her Master’s needs. So she obeyed it. She hurried back to the lair, and as he strode in cursing under his breath, she fell to her knees, with adoration in her heart, “Master, may I serve you?”

“Stupid slut, I need more, MORE!” He grabbed her up roughly by the shoulder and pushed her backwards, “You think this is enough for me? ME?!”

The words cut her to the quick but she knew she needed to help somehow. He pushed her back against a table and leaned in menacingly, “I don’t think so bitch.”

She took that time to examine his eyes closely. There didn’t seem to be signs of trauma or obvious infection. “slut is sorry master, slut begs of you, let her comfort you if you wish it.”

“Always blow jobs with you ... No, not this time.” He spun her around and bent her over, and she acquiessed, if it was to be intercourse of any kind she could provide that. But instead he spanked her. Not love pats but angry slaps. There was no teasing in it, but merely abuse. Still, she endured, knowing he needed this release.

“Slut lives to serve, master.”

His hand finally stopped. “You...” he sighed. “I ... I just need more.” Finally he unzipped his pants, allowed her to service him. It was not the act of dominance it had once been. This time, it was an act of love she she was giving to him. As she swallowed his seed he sighed, “Soon, my sweet girl, soon you’ll be ready to go and make slaves for me. Then everything will be alright.

But Slut knew it was not enough. She knew he had a hunger for more, and whatever the cause, he was not able to go and get him more himself.

She knew he’d been preparing a new program, and from those words, she knew what it would have her do. First she would bring that perky roommate of Alexis’ to him. She’d wear the mask of her old personality, and kidnap Keri. Later, to confirm her suspicions, she reverse engineered his code to discover that is indeed what he was planning on having her do. Well not Keri exactly, but that would be her first choice for master. Keri could help anyone have fun, and Master needed some fun.

But looking to the rest of the programming, a feeling of horror spread over her. Not for what it said, but for what was not said. Master wasn’t going to set limits. Master just wanted more and more. She knew this would never sate him. She could go forth and bring him 400 slave girls all amazing, and he’d still not know the peace that she knew from loving him completely.

That thought, more than anything else filled her with dread. Not the prospect of stealing the free will of hundreds of women, but the knowledge that it was truly never going to be enough to make her master happy.

Still, slut knew how to stay 2 steps ahead, and she was certainly going to do that! A plan began to hatch in sluts mind. On the third time she prostrated herself before him, she saw him install the new program into her night headphones and order her to bed.

She steeled her concentration, knowing that this was for a higher purpose, this was to serve master. She placed the headphones on and he looked in satisfaction, but she focused as best she could shutting out all thoughts that involved anyone other than Master. She waited and the seconds ticked by painfully, until he finally seemed satisfied and left.

She quickly tore off the headphones when she was sure he was out of range, and begage repeating a chant she had made for herself to give herself strenght for her plan. ‘Slut servs her master, his happiness is paramount, slut must make Master happy, slut must serve him better.’