I AM A GIRL CYOBORG PET

by ROUNAK PURI

  After waiting for another car we pulled up in front of the huge main entrance. The foot slave opened the door to the car and Master went out first. The short leash followed and I was pulled out of the car with it. Had half expected to emerge into a Flash Flood of paparazzi. That would probably not be in the secret societies favour. The car doors shut the car left to go and find somewhere to park it's self.4

  As I got out I saw myself in some of the mirrored walls. I emerged out of the clothes printer that afternoon dressed in a fairly fabulous outfit. It was still largely based on the standard slave catsuit but this time had a kind of rainbow sheen to it like I was part fish. It was like I was wearing a long silicon evening dress except the dress had been cut down the middle only cover one leg. To match it I wore some detailed makeup. It was the kind of hyper complex stuff that would be too difficult and intricate for a human to do. The bow spread out behind my head into a large ark. Clearly someone wanted me to look my best. The only downside was the Italian leather harness.I look down myself it looped around my thighs, my waist and chest and fitted me very tightly. if I wanted to go bungee jumping off the top of the Hall I now had the perfect equipment. The leash went through the chest plate. I felt super embarrassed.

  "MESSAGE FROM MASTER master. Your a smart, well dressed woman... who isn't going to die(tonight)"2

  "MESSAGE FROM PET: GEE - THANKS. MAR-SSS-TEERRR"

  We walked to the doors were again opened by more slaves and into the entrance space here a slave stood there taking coats. Without looking Master handed me his it weighed a ton.

  " MESSAGE FROM PET: WHATS IN THIS? - I WAS NEARLY CRUSHED BY YOUR COAT"

  "MESSAGE FROM MASTER: THAT WOULD BE THE HEBRIDEAN WOOL OR THE RADIATION PROOF WOVEN LEAD LINING"

  'Great he get's the lead lined coat. I get to looked like I'm trying out for the dressage event.' I thought.

  "MESSAGE FROM MASTER. I HEARD THAT"

  I went to the coat slave with his coat and portable Blood Bank. As I did the thin steel cable unrolled from the retracting leash he held me on. I had to be quick because tripping somebody up on this would be my fault. The coat slave was an old man who looked familiar.

  "hey aren't you YCF girl?" said the man in a Irish accent.

  "Maybe, aren't you Bob Geldof" I said.

  "Yehr I was. haven't you heard celebrity slaves are all the rage the moment? Want to hear something funny?" said Bob.

  "sure"

  "The robots haven't taken Ethiopia, so the locals there organised a pop concert to raise awareness of my imprisonment. They are there singing freeeeee Bob Geldof and I'm here."3

  "That's nice of them" I smiled.

  "What goes around, comes around I guess. Do I have to plug this in ?" his head indicating the small metal suitcase.

  "No it's got batteries which should last all evening but if it starts blinking red find me" I said.

  I had to put my neck to the ID reader which registered his coat with his slave. While he did I noticed that there was another mini Blood Bank in the corner it looked like there was more than one cyborg at this event.

  "Heel" said master tugging on my collar. So I said goodbye and followed the leash.

  MESSAGE FROM PET "THERE IS ANOTHER CYBORG HERE"

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER "THAT MIGHT BE ZOLA"

  I handed Master the invite and the doors to the main party opened in front of us. I was also getting a bit nervous about the whole breeding aspect. I had told him that the collaborators were playing god. Rockwood had shamed me about it. As a kid I had a pedigree cat, where did I think they came from? I guess the machines and collaborators would start breeding humans for fun and profit the same way we had done to the animals we fed and cared for. If slaves had a value then it seemed almost inevitable that someone or something would try to raise that value by exaggerating those traits. On the restricted slave Wikipedia my collar had told me in . I had convinced my self as the least tamed slave in the house it was unlikely to be domestic human's grandmother.1

  Then I realised that think Tinky might be there as well and the prospect of a easy supply of oblivion made everything much more tense.

  ***

  Chapter 58/Him/The breeding party

  Rockwood nodded and I handed the invite to another slave footman.

  "Lord Rockwood" the slave loudly announced. I stood looking out being suitably invisible but making him look good.

  We entered a massive entrance hall. It had been fitted out with a large a neoclassical Antebellum style wide staircase leading to balconies on two floors over looking the large entrance space. I looked at some of the other slaves on leashes. Most had some excessive neck gear I had. It was like I was trapped in some weird cravat fetishist club. Some of the other slaves looked back me with that 'yeah they made me wear this too' look. The faces of the other slaves ranged from the worse Emo 'I hate my life and I hate you' expression through that spousal 'we arrived, we said hello, can we go now' to the down right offensively perky 'Monsieur Ambassador, with these chocolates, you are really spoiling us' smile. From a quick head count I decided to go with bored girlfriend which was slightly up from spouse bored, with a slight hint of diminutive floor staring this time done in a manner of a tribute to Diana Princess of wales.7

  "Lord Rockwood so good of you to come." said Senator McConnell approaching Rockwood through the crowd. I stood behind Rockwood trying to look like a kind of glamours body guard. I looked at McConnell's she was stunning in all her evil natural complexion.

  "YCF girl you came, and don't you scrub up well? I love the harness is it real leather, wonderful workmanship" McConnell said smiling "Darling!, Come and meet my Lord Rockwood" she said.

  An old leather-faced man approached. Together they looked like grandfather and granddaughter.

  "Dear John here is two years younger than me, but I think I've worn it better than he" she laughed. "I keep telling him to transition early, but I think he has cold feet about it." said McConnell.2

  "I love what you have done with the mansion," said Rockwood.

  "Isn't it wonderful? We got the Imperial staircase from IKEA. we wanted something to work with the piano nobile. The slaves under the direction of my husband took ages to assemble it, kept losing those little keys " said Senator McConnell and everyone politely laughed.1

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER DO YOU SEE ANYONE?

  MESSAGE FROM PET YES YOUR 9 O'Clock.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER IS THAT 9:00 IN THE NEW CLOCK OR THE OLD ONE?

  MESSAGE FROM PET. THE OLD ONE. I think it 7 in the new clock or possibly 3.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER WHAT ANGLE?

  MESSAGE FROM PET 90

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER NO IN RADIANS.9

  MESSAGE FROM PET !!!! I DON'T KNOW! FORWARDS AND TO YOUR LEFT.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER I SAID NO EMOTICONS!1

  MESSAGE FROM PET !!!! IS NOT AN EMOTiCON UNLESS YOU THINK HAVING QRADUPLE CHINS IS AN EMOTION!6

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER IT WAS IN DALLAS22

  The senator introduced as to a tall heavyset collaborator she only referred to as Master Clarkson.1

  Master Clarkson looked at me.4

  "Is that an Aspen model 127/c?" Master Clarkson began. "I thought they had all been recalled?"1

  "You know your slaves, yes they had" began Master.

  MESSAGE FROM PET: THEY RECALLED ME ! OMG I WAS TRAINED BY VOLKSWAGEN15

  "So why didn't you send her back?" asked Clarkson.

  "She wasn't dangerous. It wasn't a safety issue." said Master.

  Way to go on making me feel good about my self front.

  "I heard they were all useless," said Master Clarkson.

  "that's right, defect in training. However by the time the recall came I had already up cycled her to pet"

  MESSAGE FROM PET: YOU DID NOT UPCYCLE ME!.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER: BUT YOU WERE PRE-LOVED.7

  MESSAGE FROM PET: SO YOU SAY.

  "Which explains the leash," said another smaller thinner collaborator slave owner which my collar identifi
ed as Master Hammond. These guys seemed really evil but it might have been the English accents.13

  "Just how fast is she?" asked Master Clarkson.4

  "Fast?" said Master.

  "Yes how fast can she go in those shoes on the flat." said Clarkson looking at me.

  "I don't know," said Master "I've never timed her"

  "Faster than a Lawrenceville Model 9?" suggested Master Hammond. "I've seen those girls go, five inch heels. They can get up to near 10 miles per hour in under 5 seconds."10

  "You see, why I and my colleague here are interested, is we are attempting to create a new TV show here for the eternal city. Where thinking of calling it Top slave. Each week we take a couple of slaves from different factories and then road test them in different situations. Things like how fast they go, how much they can carry, how obedient they are , things that the ordinary slave owner in the street wants to know about."6

  "We are looking for some interesting models of slaves which we could borrow and then test out for a few days while filming them." said Master Hammond

  MESSAGE FROM PET YOU CAN'T LOAN ME !

  "With just finished filming a pilot episode where we took a region one north slave and the region one south slave.." started Clarkson.1

  I think by region one North they meant Canadian by region one South they meant Mexican. I'm not sure I was just becoming steadily more panicked at this stage.3

  "and put them through their paces on a frozen lake in Region 1 north" said Master Hammond.

  "you see the region one south guy was fast but the region one North guy took corners better."1

  "it was a bit of a forgone conclusion. The region one north guy was much better in the cold even with out snow tires" said Master Hammond.2

  Master Hammond then looked at me a bit closer.

  "is that YCF girl?" said Master Hammond. I tried to look away.

  "That was weeks ago I'm surprised anybody ever remembered," said master.1

  "She'd be perfect for our first episode. We could do a great angle about the failure of North American training against cheaper foreign imported slaves" said Master Clarkson.

  MESSAGE FROM PET TO MASTER: KILL THEM KILL THEM ALL. YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION!21

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER: YOU'RE PERFECTLY SAFE

  "Warning excessive heart rate please seek medical assistance" said my collar.

  "We could have her up against an Italian model like a Romero 350." said Clarkson.

  "Important Cyborg like you you're single aren't you? Would you regard her as more of a Sports slave or Family slave? I mean the Romero 350 is very much a sports slave, the kind of slave you get during a mid life crisis." said Hammond.11

  "Why don't you go and get me a drink, " said Rockwood to me aloud.

  "With pleasure Athelu" I said taking my leash. It was all I could do to stop my self running away.2

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER: HAVE A LOOK AROUND, TAKE YOUR TIME THIS MAN IS LIKELY TO CRIPPLE YOUR HEARING FOR LIFE WITH DULLNESS. I'LL CALL YOU WHEN I NEED YOU" Master texted. As I walked off other slave owners were attracted to the conversation including one of Master's targets.2

  "She's neither. I got her as part of a buy two get one free deal" said Master as I walked off.1

  "We will be transitioning to our new immortal bodies in a few weeks. After tha, we can live for ever making the same programs again and again. What would you say to ..." started Clarkson.

  "Well I'm due for a trip to region 1 south," said Rockwood.

  I walked around to cool off. The place was huge. There were lots of new slave masters. Some famous owners I recognized from before the war. The place was vast and behind the scenes the slaves were talking wildly as well. Some of the owners were so callous they had even brought their little girl to the party. I came across her on her own, crying, I cheered her up and she went off to find her evil parents. Cleary the collaborators were so desperately trying to establish and us versus them attitude they had brought her along. I was just musing on this when who would I see but the figure of Tinky slinking through the crowd. I lost sight of him, then suddenly felt hands behind me holding my waist with a voice at my neck.

  "How is my favorite starlet? You smell wonderful" said Tinky's voice.

  "It would not be my first choice," I said obliquely.

  "The things my mistress makes me do, but in return, she promised she would arrange a stud session between us" whispered to me. Even through the clash of fragrances I could smell oblivion on him, he was as much user as dealer.

  "Perhaps we could meet later to practice? The house PRISM system has been accidentally downgraded for the night. I'm sure our respective owners would approve" he whispered. That would explain the touching. I noticed a hand reach and slip a sachet up my right sleeve. I found myself tensing up, surrounded by all this horror I felt myself drawn to pulling the sachet out and rubbing it all myself.

  "I can't wait to see you later," said Tinky stroking my ass as I moved away.3

  "MESSAGE FROM PET: TINKY IS EXPECTING ME TO BREED LATER"12

  "MESSAGE FROM MASTER: DON'T WORRY. WE ARE NOT STAYING THAT LONG"5

  That was the best news I had heard that night.

  At this point I spotted one of master's targets City Alderman Mandel holding leashes and his girl pet to kiss the androgynous looking boy slave. The pet's didn't look happy, I could see the girl's collar flash as Mandel encouraged her to kiss harder for him. The party was getting started and as more slave owners and their pets arrived it got harder to weave through the crowd. I could feel eyes following me trying to see if I was the 'right' material. As I past a mistress with a very well built slave I saw her filofax out negotiating dates with a man who had a tall well built slave who could have played Brienne of Tarth. No doubt the mistress was trying to create her perfect male consort. From her fantastic features, she had clearly already transitioned so she was capable of waiting the decades for the offspring to grow and be trained into the peak of physical perfection. From her intense conversation, she wanted her companion for eternity and was willing to make him and his breed line if necessary.

  I found the space where slaves picked up drinks with a Masters. I thought walking with one for him would be a good disguise. I queued up for a minute and at the front of the queue was asked a simple question.1

  "Spat in or not spat in?" said the guy doing the drinks.3

  I thought for a moment. I hated master ,but he was moderately less evil then the owners around me, possibly I was weakening.1

  "Not spat," I said generously.

  "Your lucky," said the slave reaching under the table for the not spat in drinks. Then I remembered the camera was working and felt relieved.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER HOW ARE YOU DOING.

  MESSAGE FROM PET: I HAVE SPOTTED 3 TARGETS PLUS I HAVE YOUR DRINK(MASTER)

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER: BRING IT TO THE LARGE RECEPTION ROOM (PLEASE)5

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER: PS IF THERE IS A CHOICE NOT SPAT IN FOR ME. GET A SPAT IN FOR CLARKSON AND HAMMOND. IF YOU WOULD, GRAB THE BLOOD BOX I NEED A REFILL.7

  The devil could be charming when he wanted, but he was clearly thinking heavily about something. The Wifi was open for the party and my collar reported a number of people digitally checking out my electronic profile. What ever master was thinking about he didn't want traveling over McConnell's wifi.

  Master had moved. My collar directed me to a large reception room which had been setup with rows of seats. The masters were sitting down with their slaves on leashes kneeling on the floor before them. I copied the slaves but could not see over the seats in front of me.

  "Item 3 on the agenda for today. What are the most desirable traits we want to breed into our slaves the first? Hopefully, you've all read the report from our subcommittee. And they have suggested that our first priority should be making them look different. Any ideas ?yes at the back"

  "Could we make them all bright orange. That's one of the few colors that real people don't have yet" said a voice near the back.

  I
knelt there fuming, I was real people.

  "You're suggesting we breed all our slaves to be orange?" said the chairwoman's voice.

  "yes prisoner orange, they did it with carrots" set another voice.4

  "I was thinking blue was available," someone else said.

  "Like the blue man group?" said another.11

  I looked up to see master turning his head looking at me obviously trying to envisage me as blue or orange.

  "See you got your seed stock right there," said someone.1

  "We just need to get our slaves to breed with them," said another.

  The conversation then broke down into two fractions arguing about the merits of blue versus orange as the slaves skin color.

  "Well I think there is one obvious solution to our problem," said a woman speaking behind me. The crown became quite. "why don't we have them striped like Zebras"8

  "That's a good idea,against" said someone.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER "DRAMATIC ISN'T IT?"

  He had me connected up to him via Bluetooth so he could text me

  "IT'S NOT OFTEN YOUR AT THE BIRTH OF A NEW RACE. RACISTS DOWN THE AGES THOUSANDS OF YEARS FROM NOW WILL BE THANKING US FOR THIS MOMENT CREATING SOMEONE NEW TO FEAR AND DISLIKE" clearly he was loving this - sadist and I mean that in the horrible nasty way not the 50 shades of gray way.1

  "Let me clarify something. Are you talking up and down stripes or horizontal stripes?" said the chairwoman2

  "I'm not sure.." said the woman behind us standing up again.

  MESSAGE FROM PET TO DO SOMETHING.

  MESSAGE FROM MASTER: 10

  The conversation shifted on to the ordering of stripes. Some people were worried that having the stripes might make them easily camouflaged. One person said that if all the slaves were blue and orange stripes then if there was a large number of them moving nakedly together it would make them hard to count. Others suggested that blue and orange was a poor clashing colour combination. Slaves would alwayswithany interior decor scheme.