Not So Well, if You Ask the Police...

"You're her boyfriend, right?" The police officer asked Simon. I was sitting on the carpet of the small motel room, covered by a blanket, my mind a whirlpool of confusion. It was the weekend, I had to be with Master. I had to protect Master. I couldn't Protect Master. I...

Simon nodded, his face pale, his eyes wide. He was lost, clearly unsure of what to do. "Did she ask you to call me?"

"No, she didn't. But you're the first name on her phone, and you're in her emergency information." He looked at me, then looked back at him. "I think she's had some sort of psychotic break. We didn't get a single word out of her."

They were moving Master's naked body in a black bag on a stretcher. Where were they bringing him? Where was my master going?

"Do you have any idea what happened?" Simon asked, his eyes darting from the cop to Master's corpse and back.

The officer scratched his head. "A stroke? Some kind of heart failure or something like that?" He pointed at the window. "From the looks of it they were... You know... And I guess the guy must have had some health problems or something. The cleaning lady found him an hour ago. Your girl was hiding behind the bed." The cop shrugged. "Sorry... I imagine it's one hell of a way to find out." He added, staring at me for a moment.

"Right..." Simon said. "Can I take her home? Is that alright?"

"Of course," the cop said. "But you'll have to stay in touch with us in case we have any other question..."

"Noooo!" I heard myself scream, and I was trying to get back to my feet, but a pair of EMTs were holding me, trying to calm me down. "It's not his turn! It's Master's turn!" I was screaming and crying. "Please! Take me back to him!" My mind was filled with fear and lust. Lust for a dead man I was not allowed to let go of. I wanted to run to him, to hold him and to serve him, to make him cum so he could fill my pussy and my mouth with all the seed it could take. I needed to protect him, even threaten to kill myself if that's what it would take to save his life. But he was dead... This fact could not pierce through my programming. He was gone, and my mind couldn't accept it.

Simon seemed to struggle with the situation, but he walked up to me and knelt down. "Ashley, honey" he said. I didn't want to hear him! It wasn't his turn! It wasn't his half! "It's gonna be alright... We're gonna figure this out."

"Nooo! It's Master's turn! You cant take me away from Master!"

The EMTs were trying to hold me down, and I was struggling. "Can't you do anything to calm her down?" the officer asked them, shaking his head. I could feel one of them grabbing at my arm, and a surge of panic washed over me. I simply could not allow it. I couldn't be sedated! I couldn't allow anyone to interfere with my programming, my devotion to my master.

The syringe pierced my skin, and I screamed, and screamed and screamed again. "No!" I yelled, as I felt my energy drain. Soon enough my vision started to go blurry, and my mind went foggy. "Noooo..." I mumbled.