Amazingly!

The following morning I got out of bed and sped through my normal routine. I had work to do, and the excitement was driving me to move a little quicker than normal. I knew that I would have a ton of data to sift through, and would be putting my computer to work profiling my potential candidates. I was sure due to the pay that I would likely already have a ton of applicants to run through. Between those that actively applied, and those whose resumes the job boards would forward me I knew it would be a mountain to climb. But with my application cross-referencing their social media activity levels and other parameters I was sure that it would be far less difficult than I was making it out to be.

I, of course, was right. My program had worked perfectly. It had scraped all of the sources, and databases that it needed to and had compiled very detailed dossiers on all of my potential targets. I had roughly thirty-five star applicants, so I started there, and was quickly surprised that the application had been far more effective than I originally thought. It not only had rated the applicants but had actually sorted them into almost the perfect order.

I called up the top candidate and began to go through the information that I had gotten. Her name was Tessa James. She was a grad student at the state university not fifteen minutes away. Her grades had been excellent it seemed since she had repeatedly been on the dean's list. Her additional educational credentials were also basically perfect. She could easily replicate what I was doing almost down to perfection on paper.

Tessa had very little in way of extracurricular activities, and her social media was basically non-existent. A quick background check revealed that her family was almost as useless as mine was and that people would be very unlikely to miss her. She literally was a perfect candidate. I knew I should push on and look at others, but there would be time for that. I was a bit shocked when I finally pulled up the pictures of her. She was stunning. She was short but extremely curvy with next to nothing in the middle. She had large breasts, a shapely ass, and a smile to die for. She was the first. She simply had to be. I quickly spun up a new program to have my server chase any and all information on this woman down, including multiple background checks.

I got up from my desk and whistled as I walked into the lab and started prepping all of my serums for storage. My automated lab had produced the exact amount I needed so I began to sort and separate everything into doses, and prep out quick injector syringes (think an epi-pen). Once that was all done, I pivoted to the project that I was supposed to be working on for the latest company that had hired me. I really didn’t need money at this point, but honestly, why wouldn’t I keep working on legitimate projects? Ironically, Tessa would be dealing with this kind of mundane for me once I got her converted. Dammit! I was far too giddy to work. I simply wanted her here and converted yesterday. I took a deep breath and steadied myself knowing that I needed to take the testing phase slowly to ensure that my test results were accurate and that she would turn out how I wanted her to.

**BEEP**

Perfect timing! My computer was done with its searches. It had taken a few hours but I should have a fairly substantial amount of detailed information on Tessa. Hopefully enough to finalize the decision. I half dove into my office chair and started screaming through the new information. I quickly found out that she was an only child, and that her parents died the previous year in a boating accident that the police had deemed to be ****-related. It was time. It was done. The decision made.

I opened my email application and drafted an email to set up an interview. I marked it urgent and explained that I needed someone as soon as possible to help me keep up with things in the lab. I hadn’t waited more than twenty minutes before her response showed up. She was interested and was willing to do the phone interview as soon as possible. I checked the time, it was far too late to do it tonight, so I set it up for noon the following morning.

With that, I shut down and headed upstairs to pass out. Noon was going to come far too quickly.

I woke up the following morning, exhausted still as I had only had a few hours of sleep, and blitzed through my morning routine to ensure that I would be ready to initiate the call to Tessa on time. I had barely finished in time, but still within my allotted time. I pulled my phone out of my jean pocket and dialed her number. This was it! I just had to get her on board. The call rang through and after the third ring Tessa picked up. “Hello?” she said quickly. “Hello, this is Dr. Adams calling for your interview, are you still available?” I waited for a half-second listening to her take a deep breath on the other end of the line, and finally, she responded “Of course! Good morning!”

And with that, we dove through a mountain of questions. After close to an hour we finally got through everything, and I shuffled a few papers around (bills) to make it sound as though I was searching for another list of questions. Instead, I simply asked “How would you like to come in today and do your second interview? I know it's very short notice, but you live close, and I really am **** to find someone to fill the gaps?”

She of course immediately said yes, and told me to expect her in a few hours. I took that time to clean the house a bit, and walk down to the lab and collect a phase one injector. I knew it was a risk, but by then I was simply **** to get everything tested, and with Tessa, I was now equally **** to have her. She was as close to a dream girl as I could get without meeting her in advance.

There was a knock on the door announcing that she had finally arrived. I welcomed her in and took her into the dining room where I offered her some coffee that had just finished brewing. She accepted, and after some time talking over mundane topics I just outright offered her the job. A good wage, and custom health care that she got to choose fully paid, and more. It was far too good to be true if we are being honest, but she ate it up, patting herself on the back internally the entire time.

Finally, I offered her the dime tour and led her downstairs to the lab, and my office. She was practically drooling as we walked through the lab, and when we finally got into my office I stepped behind her with the illusion of getting her paperwork when I finally saw my opening and slammed the injector into her right biceps. She flitched, and screamed, “What the fuck was that!?” I cocked my head slightly to the side and gave her a questioning look “What are you talking about? What was what?” I had barely finished my question when the first serum took hold.

I had prepared for everything for years so I grabbed my tablet off of my desk and opened the notes with the entire list of things I wanted from her. I knew that I would have roughly an hour with phase one to talk to her and program her essentially.

And so I began:

You will not tell others about what happened to you here

You will not ever do anything that will harm me

You will not do anything that will expose me or what I have and will do

You will follow all of my instructions without question or hesitation

You will assist me on any task without question or hesitation

You will return to me once a day for the next month, and then once every other day for the following month, and then finally once per week after that or until you are given additional instructions.

You will always be completely honest with me unless told otherwise

You will make sure that you keep up with your appearance and health

You will do anything to please me

You are my ****

Following my commands will arouse you

You are not physically able to orgasm without my permission

You will not look at anyone other than me in a sexual way unless instructed otherwise

After twenty minutes of throwing commands at her, I finally got through my list. I had multiple redundant statements to ensure that no loophole was available to her, and I was very lucky because she began to twitch a bit as I finished which told me that she was likely starting to come out of the haze of the ****. When she seemed to be fully aware I finally asked the single question that I had in my mind.