Birthplace of Slick

Disclaimer: all of the characters are 18 years or older at the time of this story.

Part 1: Prototypes

Martin Blackwater paced in his grandmother's basement in Dover, New Jersey. He had returned 2 weeks ago after "graduating" MIT and been working tirelessly since.

Martin Blackwater is twenty years old. He is tall and lanky with glasses and dark hair that even when combed seemed to look like he just got up. He was called a genius or a computer prodigy both were correct.

Martin had been working on his project for almost 2 years. He combined his computer generated algorithm with some of his physiology lessons to recreate the way a brain gives commands to it's other sub functions. In short he could hack someone's mind and put them into a highly suggestive state for 24 hours.

Step one was to use it on his class, a field test of sorts. He enjoyed watching all the snotty fucks fighting each other to blow him, while the rest of the class jacked off then graded them. He made his professor record the entire event. He instructed them to forget, when they returned the next day, they had no memories of the day prior.

Step two was harder. He asked his professor to see his project. With his professor in his thrall, the next stop was the dean. After he showed it to the dean he made the dean process his graduation papers while he fucked the dean’s secretary on the couch. Since he had no further use for the school he returned home.

Stage 1 was the proof of concept and the 24 hour time limit. Stage 2 was implemented it on something more then getting his dick wet. He had been working on stage 3, a way to make it permanent. He conceived of ear buds that he could feed instructions in a MP5 audio file to the already highly suggestive subjects.

His stage 3 test would be used on people who wouldn't be missed. People that wouldn't be listed on a missing person report. His own family

An hour later, he set his laptop up on the dining room table, earbuds in his pocket. He waited for them all to get home from work and university. “Gran, Mom, Melissa! I need to show you something!” Martin called out.

Melissa was the first, she had been talking to her friends on the phone. 19 years old, Martin’s sister. Tall, thin, and lanky like her brother. Her hair was dyed blonde. She only came over from the living room to humor her brother, so he would crawl back to his basement domain. It was amazing when he was away at school, she and her friends had the run of the house. Now her friends stayed away, they were uncomfortable with the looks Martin gave them.

Patricia Marx Blackwater, 41 years old was next to arrive. Like her children tall and lanky with dark hair that had an occasional strand of grey. After her husband died, she and the children moved in with her mother. A way to save money and some support with the children. Now with Melissa in university, she could start living her life besides work as a hair dresser and home lonely.

Martin was only a little sad but not much when his father died. The man was blue collar through and through. He thought Martin wasted time and his skills wouldn't make it in the real world. Martin was beaten and his mother did nothing to stop it.

Linda Marx was the last to arrive from her bedroom. 60 years old Martin’s grandmother and family matriarch. Like her progeny she was tall and lanky. She had shoulder length grey hair. She came out of her room to humor her grandson. In her opinion, Martin should already be on his own, job and his own house. He shouldn't be living in her basement like a vampire. She had given him space when he wanted it but now she just wanted him gone. Martin disliked her as well as the others. She had seen her son in law abuse Martin and like her daughter did nothing.

Martin’s eyes scanned the women. They were dressed in casual clothes. His sister in a t-shirt and jeans. His mother in a sundress, his grandmother in a blouse and slacks. It was time. Now or never.

Martin nodded his head and said “OK, let’s begin, I call my concept KoffeeKlub. It is a fusion, bar/restaurant/entertainment venue. It is focused for the elite of society.They can come relax from their stress. Hang out. Chat with like minded individuals. A safe place away from the public eye or paparazzi. There will be food, drinks, and live entertainment at a high quality to attract a better clientele” He paused for their reaction.

“That’s it? Bro? You go all the way to M.I.T and that’s it?” Melissa laughed.

“We gave you a large amount of money from your inheritance… early! to go to...That school And you give us Starbucks? Your father was right" Patricia spat.

“Your father and grandfather would be rolling in their graves. So much potential and … this? So much potential and money wasted” Linda was pissed.

"Maybe I didn't explain it correctly. I prepared a video to explain everything" Martin said then pressed the play button and stepped behind the monitor.

The video started. “Hi, I am Martin Blackwater and welcome to KoffeeKlub…” the video played.

Melissa didn’t intend to watch her brother’s nonsense. But the video, something about the video, some kind of buzz in the background. Maybe she should tell him but, it made her feel warm all over. She looked to her mom and Gran but they seemed to be intently watching the video. As she watched her mind softened, she couldn’t hear her own voice, her own thoughts, just the buzz.

Martin watched from behind his laptop. First they still looked annoyed still angry at him. Then confused, as the buzz infiltrated their thoughts. Then fear as the buzz overwhelmed them. The blank and emotionless as they waited for instructions.

Martin wasn’t surprised, he had seen this reaction twice before. He waited and watched for a few minutes after the video stopped. He wanted to make sure they weren’t faking it. After a few minutes after he was satisfied they were in a highly suggestive state, he put earbuds into each of their ears and waited.

Two hours later, a beeping from the laptop alerted Martin. He ran some tests to make sure all his numbers were correct. He checked his laptop and the upload had finished. He took out each of their earbuds and stepped back.

“OK, Strip until you are naked, then stand at attention. Comply” Martin ordered. He would call them 'Dolls' because in this state they were as empty headed as the toys his sister played with in her youth.

The dolls followed instructions. They couldn’t resist even if they wanted to. They peeled off their clothes, then their bras and underwear, and then returned to standing at attention.

Martin walked around his new toys. Appraising each of them. This was the first time he had seen them so vulnerable. They all were tall and lanky. Melissa’s breasts were young and perky. His mother’s had a small amount of sag, and his grandmother’s were sagging. His grandmother’s thick grey-white drew his eye as did his mother’s thick brown bush. Some changes would need to be made. His sister’s brown landing strip didn’t match her dyed blonde hair.

“Melissa vacuum, Trisha make me a sandwich, and Linda, suck my dick until I spray hot cum down your throat. Comply” Martin said with a smile and his dolls sprang into action.

Linda dropped infront of master, cupped his balls with one hand stroked his hardening dick with the other. Her tongue swished across his tip then swallowed it. His dick hit the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, her master didn’t tell her to.

Martin watched Melissa vacuuming. Her perky tits bouncing as she walked. “Sandwich ” Trisha said mechanically as she stood next to him as she held out a plate. Unaware, uncaring, and not thinking about the sight of her mother sucking her son’s cock. She had no memories of the other women or the man. She just wanted to obey her master. “On your hands knees Trish” Martin said then took a bite of his sandwich before placing the plate on Trisha back, she was no better than an end table. As he came he sprayed most of it down Linda’s throat. What hit the carpet, he had Melissa lick up. It was her job to clean after all.

For the rest of the night, Martin fucked each of them, made them fuck each other, then had them fuck whatever sex toys were hidden in their rooms.

He sent them to their rooms to sleep. The real test would be at the 24 hour mark if they returned to normal or if his test had worked.

At the 25th hour Martin smiled. They were his dolls to play with now and forever. Their memories of the pervious day had rolled back as he designed to. Blank states. It was time to go to work. His mother had been a hairdresser before his father died. He made Patricia Doll do the other’s hair and makeup. He ordered vinyl French maid outfits with fishnet stockings and shiny leather high heels. Training was hard. They wouldn’t do anything including going to the bathroom without his direct command. They would learn and he needed to be exact with his instructions.

He gave them chores around the house. It was perfect, nobody would notice them gone and if someone did, he was their emergency contact.

His plan, his Ideas, his KoffeeKlub was no joke. He would staff his Klubs with dolls like them. The dolls would do anything a subscriber wanted except violence. The subscriber would think the dolls were well paid sex works under a strict NDA, never knowing their true origins. Tell an elite they can do almost anything without paparazzi, repercussions, or canceling? It would be a gold mine.

Martin had sent out emails looking for backing, his family’s meager fortune wasn’t enough. Only one reply, in Japan. Martin gave his dolls instructions to follow his absence and set off on his trip.

Part 2: Building Life since the Meiji Era

Takahashi Jin walked quickly through the Takahashi Construction headquarters. Her family's company since thr Meiji era. 2 weeks ago, Jin had been called back home after finishing business school in London. Today however Jin had overslept, she was still on London time.

Jin desperately wanted to be named the heir of the 165 year old company. Her father Takahashi Hirotomi wouldn’t step down and without a male heir was not likely to. When Jin's mother was pregnant, her father was so sure she would be his male heir, he named her Jin traditionally a male name. A few years later, her mother was pregnant again. This time it was not to be, both Jin’s mother and brother died in child birth. In anguish, Jin’s father sent her away to England for university and business school.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting father” Jin said stepping into the conference room and bowing at the waist.

In the conference room Takahashi Hirotomi sat on a couch drinking coffee. To his side stood Ogawa Misa his secretary. Since returning home, Jin noticed Misa was a little too close to her father. Ogawa Misa was thirty two years old, a deep tan, make up, jewlry, a lot of cleavage, and a bouncy personality. Almost the opposite of Jin.

Jin was twenty years old, 5'5", dressed conservatively in a blue button up blouse and a pencil skirt. Her makeup was light and her black hair was shoulder length with bangs. Until recently her hair was short in an attempt to make her father see her as the heir.

“Finally we can start” Hirotomi said sternly. “Blackwater san, this is my daughter. You can start the presentation. “

Jin had been in such a hurry she didn’t see the tall lanky American plugging in his laptop and typing a few commands in. “It is called the KoffeeKlub. It is a meeting place where the elite, the powerful, and the celebrity go to relax and network with like minded individuals. Unbothered by the basics or the mefia. It is a subscription based service. Great drinks, incredible food, and live entertainment. “ Martin said with a smile.

“Father, it sounds like a night club or a bar, and we own many of those” Jin said bored. Hirotomi raised his hand. “Mr. Blackwater, I assume the money you ask for is the construction, staff, start up cost. The subscription pays the initial day to day.” He said to Martin.

“Takahashi sama. I know it’s a lot of money. I have a short presentation, a video that explains it all. If I may” Martin said with a sly smile.

Hirotomi nodded for the presentation to begin. Martin stepped behind the laptop and pressed play. Within a few minutes it was done.

The room was silent as death. Martin stood infront of the entranced trio. Originally the meeting was for money but things were looking up. New toys he thought to himself.

“Hirotomi san, you will give me $20 million and it’s not a loan. It’s a gift. Write me a check now. Comply.“ Martin ordered. Hirotomi nodded and pulled out his checkbook from his briefcase next to the table and obeyed.

“Ladies gather my stuff, and follow me.” Martin said with a smile as he took the check. “Your daughter never came home, she stayed in London. Your secretary quit last week. You are searching for a new one.” Martin said calmly as he words filling Hirotomi’s mind and coating it like melted chocolate. In 23 hours and 42 minutes Takahashi Hirotomi would think he was so impressed with man's presentation he decided to gift him the money. He really needed to hire an assistant.

Jin and Misa carried Martin’s laptop and backpack through the office building and to a cab. Then to a bank to transfer the money into his account. It was easy with a Takahashi family member present. He had 20 hours left to decide what to do with his new dolls. Then they hailed a taxi then drove off into the Tokyo night.

Part 3: First of her kind.

“8…9…10, upload complete. Initializing," Jin gasped and sat up. She pulled the earplugs out. She was sitting on the bed, confused and scared. She had no personal memories but strangely enough she could remember the score of last night's Yomiuri Giants game. She looked around is was in a hotel room. She didn't notice there were others in the bed with her.

“Oh you are finally awake.” Martin said as he pulled out of the woman. “Misa bring us tea. Comply” Martin ordered as he put on a robe. The woman rose from the bed “はい、ご主人様、お茶をどうぞ。お望み通りに” she said mechanically and the walked nude with his seed running out of her and down her leg into the kitchen area of the hotel room.

Jin noticed she was in her bra and panties, but didn’t move to cover up.

“Your name is Takahashi Jin. I am your creator Martin Blackwater, I made you just now. I know it is confusing so please bear with me." He told her and it all seemed to true to her.

“Misa is a doll. She looks like a person and given the right orders can act like a person. You are a doll as well but a better version. I created you because I need help. There are people cut adrift in life and we are going to give them purpose they didn't know they had. I need help" he said calmly.

Everything he said sounded like the truth to Jin. She had no personal memories before a few minutes ago. Maybe he did create her and this other woman, this Misa? Every word he said felt warm and that was comforting to her mind. She wanted to make his wishes and desires, his dreams come true. Maybe thats what being his daughter was like. She smiled at the idea.

Misa lay back on the bed and gasped as Martin slid back into and returned to fucking her. Jin watched as her creator, fucked this doll. They would do great things. She couldn’t wait to start.

Interlude:

Jin had been in America for 4 months with her creator, Misa Doll and his prototypes. It was a tight fit for everyone in the New Jersey house but they made it work. Over the few weeks, Jin came to see Martin as a father figure, after all that's what a creator was. She would be at his side, his prefect assistant, because who is more loyal than daddy's little girl.

Part 4: Finance

Martin had grown up middle class and as such he was still new to having a large amount of money. He needed someone to run his finances so that he didn’t run out buying stupid things. Jin was good at money and still retained her business sholl training in general but this was above her.

Martin searched online until he someone he could use and set up a meeting with a Mr. Thomas Hale and his wife Francine Lind Hale. The two were something of a Wall Street mega tag team. Making companies millions within a 5 year period. After they had their daughter they 'retired' to the country and left Wall Street behind.

Jin called and talked to Francine. Francine took the appointment and doubted they would show up or they would take any job offered, they were retired after all.

At 1pm, Martin and Jin arrived. Thomas is 6' tall with short dark hair, a neatly trimmed beard, dad bod. Francine was 5'4" with average soccor mom looks chin length brown hair. Both were in t-shirts and shorts.

"I apologize for our lack of professionalism, we are going on a family trip" Francine said as she showed then into the house. "I'm just happy you took the meeting so close to your vacation" Martin said calmly

"We appreciate the visit, but we are retired. We both have no desire to get back in the rat race" Thomas said apologetically and Francine nodded.

“I respect your decision. Can you please watch my video with our proposal? I would appreciate your incite" Martin said with a smile the went about setting up his laptop. Thomas and Francine agreed, the faster they were done with these two, the faster they could be onto camp with their daughter Lindsey. Lindsey was going into her second year at university and they didn't see her as much.

"Hello, and welcome to KoffeeKlub, my name is Martin..." the video played and Martin watched them slip into the highly suggestive state. "Stand, strip until you are naked. Comply" Martin said with a smile and they did as their master instructed.

Martin had decided that he needed them to be able to think on their feet, so they could pivot the financial plans on their own without constant instructions from him or Jin. They would be Dolls 2.0 like Jin. They would love him, obey him, protect his financial intrests like it was the most important thing in their lives. He slipped the earbuds into their ears and pressed play.

Jin excused herself to get the paperwork from the car. Martin went to the bathroom and then into the Kitchen to find something to eat. The uploaded of the MP5 2.0 would talk almost 2 hours.

When Jin returned, she was confused. The couple were standing there, behind them was a college aged girl barefoot wearing a concert t-shirt and a pair of soccer shorts. The girl stood entranced watching the video on the laptop. She was almost 6 feet tall with long auburn hair.

Lindsey had heard the door close when Jin went out to the car. She came downstairs to see if there was time for her to go out with her friends before they left on the trip. That's when she saw them standing there naked. Why were they naked? Their eyes were closed with a blissful smile. She tried to wake them up but that's when she heard a buzz.

Jin was horrified the girl was Jin’s age or a year younger. They had come for the parents. To give them the purpose they had obviously let slip. He would protect her Mart... Master’s financial interests while she would invest and grow their holdings.

“Oh… nice. Buy two get the third for free” Martin joked and laughed. He took a third pair of earbuds out and put them in. "Jin we cant leave her on her own, how would she survive? Thomas and Francine were born to move and secure money. They were cut adrift in life denied of their purpose. We gave them back what they lost but under our thumb" Martin said calmly.

The mind of a doll 2.0 translates Martin’s words and actions into something acceptable to their personal morality.

As Martin spoke it all made sense to Jin. He was right. She knew that. He was restoring their purpose. She was thinking that already just now. Martin and her were on the same wavelength. Jin smiled to herself.

Thomas and Francine gasped loudly and Martin turn to Jin “ready to meet our happy employees?”

Part 5: Klub life

Jin had been putting up fliers in bars and coffee shops. Anywhere actually. Martin thought a staff of 15 to 20 dolls would suffice. The had bought a three floor space in Hell's Kitchen. He dream of the Klub would be hidden in the shape of a topless coffee shop staffed by his Dolls. Hidden in plain sight. Just a step forward to KKWW.

The plans was they would hire them and show them the orientation video. The first Klub would be ready and Jin was proud to help Martin fulfill his wishes and dreams because it was her purpose.

Just first days of the Klub

KKWW by Jmojocat

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