Serve Coffee

You pour hot coffee from the pot into a porcelain cup and hand it to the Asian man with both hands. You repeat the process for the other man. You sit back on your haunches, torn between hope that you'll be dismissed and a sense of vague, fearful expectancy.

“We can talk out of character?” the Asian man says, glancing at you but addressing the other man.

“Sure. She's in censored Immersive mode - anything we say that would indicate to her that this isn't real gets filtered out. She can't hear us if we talk out of character like this - it's not part of her reality.”

“Nice. Okay, just some quick business stuff. One. Are you sure the subject is securely detained?”

“Oh yes. We've followed your instructions verbatim. What you see here is the culmination of three years of training and conditioning. She has no idea who she once was. She actually programs her own conditioning regimen now - she wants to be made more submissive.”

“Fine. I'll assume you've done due diligence to ensure that's true. Item number two. Have you managed to decrypt her Key?”

The larger man sighs. “Unfortunately, no. It turns out the subject was smarter than we thought. The Key is bound with certain conditions. We can't **** her to unlock it because the prime condition for decryption is that she have full Administrative access to her own IVR programming interface. If we gave her that, of course, the cat would be out of the bag.”

“So she still retains ownership,” the Asian says.

“Not that it does her much good,” the large man replies, grinning. “As long as she thinks she's a little sex ****, we've got all the time in the world.”

“True. And what does TRAINER say?”

“You know I don't like that thing,” the large man says. “TRAINER says what he always says - he wants full, 24/7 control over the subject. He suggests putting the subject's physical body in stasis.”

“That's not acceptable, of course. Our client wants her in the real world.”

You realize a few things as you listen. One, the Subject they're talking about must be Sophie. Two, they think you're her. Three, what you're hearing Sophie wasn't meant to hear.

As you're pondering this new information, you realize the two men have stopped talking. You stiffen, realizing they must have said something to you.

“O, my dear, you had better learn to obey the first time you're given an order,” the Asian says languidly. He takes a fistful of your hair in his hand and pulls you forward onto your hands and knees. You give a faint yelp of alarm as you're pulled forward to an ottoman and bent over it, your jiggling breasts a reminder of your **** femininity.

He gives you three hard cracks on your ass with a riding crop, which brings tears to your eyes. Then he pulls you back onto your haunches, so that you're kneeling between the two men, facing the fire. You can feel your buttocks bruising as the fire warms your breasts and thighs.

“Now, O, obviously you were daydreaming about something,” the Asian says. “You might as well clear your head, so you can concentrate better. Masturbate for me.”