A Measure of Control Ch. 01

Triggers and Warnings

Coercion, manipulation, mild gaslighting, incest, M/s dynamics, forced cooperation, bruising and beatings, nanites, medical implants, mentions of rape.

Mild spoilers; Alex and Victoria consider themselves to be fundamentally good people, however they engage in flagrant manipulative and controlling behaviour. While Nora does eventually enjoy the situation, they should absolutely not be taken as role models and much of what they do in this story is abhorrently morally corrupt. This is not a story about good boundaries or consent, no matter how Alex or Victoria might try to frame it to themselves.

Authors note:

This is my first time publishing. I started this about a year ago and it has been a learning journey; I have no doubt that the writing improves later on, but I have done my best to edit the earlier chapters with my later knowledge. If you spot any continuity errors or formatting / grammar mistakes please let me know!

##Chapter 1

The micro assembler stopped humming and chimed, a popup displayed on the computer showing 'Build Complete'. 'That'll do for now.' Alex thought as the sixth batch completed. He spent the next 20 minutes loading each nanite batch into a standard hypoinjector. They were typically for administering medications; over the counter pain killers and the like. Replacing pills as a much faster acting alternative some 20 years ago. He tucked them into his shoulder bag to keep them out of sight before making sure he cleared the assemblers cache of all his code. Heading back out of the micro-robotics labs he crossed the campus to his home turf in the wetware labs. It wasn't a long walk; in the dusk with the sun dropping orange and pink rays through the trees it might have been pleasant if not for the anxiety. Even in the familiar environment of the university it was hard not to feel anxious when doing something that technically, probably, counted as theft. It was just a few nanites and some chips of his own design, for his own thesis. 'Dr. Alex Mitchel, has a nice ring to it.' he didn't want to jeopardise that.

He had to suit up to enter the wetware labs. White coverall, gloves, mask, the full works. Biological contaminants in here were a big no-no. He headed to his personal workspace. The corner of the lab that had been his for what seemed like all of his life now but was in fact only three years. His thesis project was bio-silicon neural interfacing. The linking of nanites and wetware chips within a host organism. It had been a serious challenge. Standing on the shoulders of giants was an apt metaphor for how he had finally gotten it done. He was at the premier site in the country for wetware research and the team here, the lecturers and other students had been a backbone for him to work off of. Nonetheless, it was his own hard work that had finally paid dividends and created the link that the team needed. The nanites and the brain organoid in the wet chip could now communicate via secondary signalling through the hosts own nerves. His lecturers, and several large pharmaceutical companies, were interested in creating neural bridges to nerve damaged limbs. Three tech companies wanted to see if they could connect a person to the internet, and the Ministry of Defence wanted to know how they might use it for 'combat medicine'. Alex had a few guesses what that really meant. It was seeming more and more likely though, that the Royal Institute of Medicine was going to be embargoing the project indefinitely due to lack of safety and protection legislation in place. Alex would never want to return to the world of 40 years ago where the government didn't protect the people, but he was damned if he was going to lose his project to the Institute as soon as it was finished. This was years of his life, and a chance at fame and fortune that would evaporate overnight if he lost it.

Thus, Alex found himself standing at his station building a series of prototype bio-sil units. Stolen nanites in his locker. The plan being to leave with enough prototypes to carry on his work in private. He would submit his final reports and thesis online in the coming weeks, probably from the privacy the family holiday home. He'd not asked for permission to use it yet; it was owned jointly by his parents, grandparents, and his uncle. It was a good way to get something slightly larger and it was fairly remote. Not that it really needed to be, but paranoid as Alex currently was, the idea of the extra remoteness made him feel safer about his thefts. In reality he was taking so little that the department might not even notice, and if they did, it would be written off in short order.

The difficult part about wetware was keeping it alive when it wasn't attached to a host. But someone else solved that problem years ago. So once Alex had transferred his full-grown organoid chips into their new housings, he was able to simply place them pins down into a case designed for the job. The pins were really a set of fine hypodermic needles. They would rest in small baths of various fluids. Nutrients, salines, and oxygen carrier liquids intended to provide fuel and waste management to the tiny human brains on silicon. The housings were designed to be pressed against the lower spine where the pins would allow the wetware to communicate with the spinal cord directly whilst being fed from the host. The back of housing attached to the skin with an adhesive at first and fused into the skin over a few days, forming a permanent and lifelong bond to the host.

It took Alex an hour to get all the chips assembled and into their new homes; they'd exist in the case indefinitely now until needed, so long as he kept the feed solutions topped up and flushed the waste as required. He exited the lab putting his clean room gear into the wash chute or bin. The small silver and black case under one arm. It was fully dark when he stepped outside; street lights shining over the university campus as he walked to his car and headed to dinner with Victoria. He'd have preferred to head home and shower first, but this was not exactly a normal evening, so he got in the car and had it take him directly to the restaurant.

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Alex arrived first so he had already ordered water to the table by the time Victoria stepped into view. She was wearing a dark grey figure-hugging dress of a coarse woven fabric, her black dyed hair falling around her face. She'd paired it with black tights and flat ballet pumps. Victoria had longer than average legs for her height, standing at 167cm tall, wide hips and small feet. Her waist narrowed in before her chest exploded out again. One of Alex's favourite physical features being her impressive bust.

It was a round table set for four despite the reservation being for two, so she slipped into a chair at ninety degrees to him instead of across the table. He gave her a gentle but intimate kiss on the cheek and a quick nuzzle with his nose before handing her a menu. He'd already decided he was having ravioli.

"How did it go?" Victoria asked, smiling at the attention her neck had just gotten.

"I collected all the supplies I needed without incident. No one really batted an eye at me."

"That's good Master." Alex raised an eyebrow at Victoria, and she realised she'd said that quite loudly. "We're in public pet." He said under his breath.

She replied even quieter, "Sorry Master. I guess I'm just excited that you can finally chip me." she said with a sly smile. This was a game they had been playing for months now. Ever since Alex had found out that he might have his work embargoed and had determined to take everything he could before he left the university. Even before that, when he had explained his findings to his very submissive partner, the idea of creating a 'total control' program had been being bandied about between them. Fuelling their sex, and their imaginations. Victoria had spent many an evening masturbating with one hand while the other typed code intended to enslave her. Neither of them had any real intent to use it of course. It was just a really, really hot fever dream. But none the less, most of the code was functional. In simulations at least. Victoria was an incredible coder.

"Have you spoken to your parents about the holiday home yet?" Victoria asked at normal volume.

"More importantly," Alex said quietly, "I don't remember giving you permission to wear flat shoes to dinner. But no, I can do that over the next few days. I still have to pack, I hate packing."

"My love you have to do more than pack, you're moving out... You really need to get on with it." Then, lowering her tone, "I'm sorry about the shoes Master, they went really well with the dress."

Alex glared slightly, not about the shoes, but about the packing.

"I'll bring some boxes with me tomorrow." Victoria said with soft reproach.

"Thanks pet."

After that the waiter took their orders, and while they were waiting, Victoria spent a few minutes on her phone. Alex's phone buzzed. It was a message from Victoria. He looked at her quizzically as he unlocked the screen and saw that the message was a link.

"You wore your toy?" Alex asked, still keeping his voice down.

"Mhmm, yes Master. I thought it might help appease you over the shoes." was the quiet reply from Victoria, she had quite the smile going on.

He nuzzled her neck to speak into her ear "You're incredible, you know that?"

"Yes Master."

Alex opened the link and was greeted with the usual interface of dials. Which he promptly ramped right up and enjoyed watching his pet's eyes fly wide for a second before turning them back down to a more reasonable setting. The two of them spent the next 15 minutes until food appeared enjoying some teasing fun with Victoria breathing carefully and squirming about on her chair as little as she could. The vibrations slowly turned her insides to jelly, she knew she'd have a puddle in her underwear shortly. Alex ramped things right up again while the waiter was setting the food on the table. Victoria to her credit stared dead ahead and kept her breath under control the entire time but was looking decidedly flushed. Having to maintain her composure perfectly while the table was laid had added to the fire between her legs considerably and by the time dinner ended she was quite ready to jump her Masters bones. She had been thinking about very little in the last half hour through the fog of teasing and edging. Once they had paid up, and Alex had once again ramped up the vibrations for the walk out to the cars, she lost it a little. She could feel her panties holding back a puddle as she stood, and after a few steps it had worked its way through the fabric and was slowly soaking into her tights. When they got to her car she pulled his hand down between her legs and pulled him in for a long kiss.

"Master, please." she said.

"Please what pet?" Alex asked, rubbing with his fingers through the fabric of her dress and panties.

"Please can I cum Master?"

"No pet, I think not. You did this to yourself after all." a wicked grin forming on his face, he kissed her again to cut off her reply. Though she was instantly speaking again as their lips parted, "Please Master, please!" She begged.

"Would you suck me off, right here in the carpark?"

"Ohhhh." she said, her face flushing even more at the idea, "Please Master."

"Only if you suck me pet." They both knew how this game would end, she would go home hot, soaked, and orgasm-less, and would probably edge herself some more before bed. But the idea of being made to suck him off in public stoked the fire inside. They went back and forth a few more times before Alex took his hand away and turned off the vibrator. They kissed for a last time and parted ways for the night. Victoria driving with the scent of herself flooding her car from her ruined underwear and tights.

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As promised the next morning Victoria arrived with some packing boxes that appeared to be from her last move, given the beaten corners and dust where they had been stacked flat packed. A quick wipe down and some fresh tape and they were once again sturdy enough to carry someone's worldly possessions, and a few organoid chips, to a new home.

The conversation with Alex's parents went fairly smoothly; the family were having Christmas at his uncle's this year, which meant that the holiday home would be empty from September to at least March, and he was welcome to 'move in' any time from now. Given it was currently the beginning of July this gave him around nine months of free accommodation. The only issue was Nora. Nora being his cousin. His wilful, calcitrant, and reckless cousin who was currently staying at the holiday home and would be until she sorted out what she was going to do now she'd graduated. Alex had been told that he and Victoria would be welcome to go and stay, and Nora had been told that she would have to lump the intrusion. That was the price of a big family holiday home in the middle of nowhere. Or in Alex's case, the price of 9 months free rent. Nora would probably be a wind up, or a distraction, for a few months. But it would be fine so long as they could keep mostly out of each other's way.

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The car pulled itself into the driveway of the house and came to a stop crunching on the gravel. There were no other vehicles, Nora having been delivered by her father's car weeks ago, who had then summoned it home so he could keep using it for work. Alex and Victoria got out feeling stiff from the several hours long journey and had a bit of a stretch before they started unloading. Most of Alex's things had been put into storage with his parents. Victoria had brought a couple of suitcases of her own, clothes, shoes, and creature comforts. They had no plans to live here long term, so they had packed more like it was a long holiday than a house move. The only exception to this being the couple of machines Alex had brought with him to continue his research on. His plan was to set these up in one of the spare bedrooms and convert it into a short-term lab of sorts. It wouldn't need to be a clean space now that he was working with pre sealed wet chips and premade nanites, and the portable glovebox he had with him would suffice for changing the bio nutrients in the wet chip storage box.

The backseats of the vehicle were none the less piled high with their things, along with the boot. It took them a few hours to get everything into the house and rooms of their choosing. Nora was nowhere to be seen, so they spent their time companionably unpacking into the wardrobe in their bedroom and moving the tools to one of the spare rooms. Once all that was done it was nearing dinner time, so they headed downstairs. They'd brought their own food with them as they had no idea what Nora would have in, and it would have likely been seen as an imposition to expect her to have brought in any extra for them, even on their first night. Victoria did the cooking while Alex poked about the rest of the house to see what Nora had been doing to the place. It was surprisingly clean and tidy for having been used as a pad by a graduate.

The house had an open plan living room, dining space, and kitchen at the front. The living room was on the right as you came in the front door, with the kitchen on the left and the dining space in the centre. You had to walk around the table to go up the stairs to the rest of the house. The sofa was in the middle of the living space facing the TV, the dining table behind it, defining the transition into the kitchen as much as the archway it straddled. The whole house was generously spacious, so the dining table and sofa had plenty of room around them.

There were a few smaller rooms behind the stairs. The back of the building was on a steep slope so there were more rooms upstairs than initially seemed possible because the ground floor was not dug into the hillside. All the bedrooms and the family bathroom were on the next floor either side of a long central corridor, with the master suite right at the end.

Shortly before Victoria finished cooking, Alex, who was by then situated at the dining table, spotted Nora running, or more jogging, up the drive. Clearly it had been a long run if she'd been at it for nearly 3 hours. She stopped by the car, obviously noting that they had arrived, and scanned the front of the building. She spotted Alex through the window; the light was on, and dusk was starting to descend. Then she turned away and started stretching out, still far enough from the house that Alex was able to watch her as she contorted herself far beyond the normal range. Her lithe figure was all leg, and right now she was wearing tight running clothes. Green and grey leggings and a taut pale blue t-shirt made of a stretchy fabric over a larger than average chest. Who knew how much larger they might be when she took off the binding sports bra she must surely be wearing to have gone running with a chest like that? She bent this way and that, at one point nearing a full split, and generally showed off a figure that even Alex, as her cousin, could not help but enjoy watching for a few minutes. If Alex didn't know better, he'd have wondered if the show was for him. In truth it kind of was, Nora was proud of her body and had worked hard for it. She felt showing it off a little was almost mandatory. After a few minutes Victoria spotted him watching and said, "Honestly Master..." with a wry shake of the head. After that he moved his attention back inside until Nora came in through the front door. "You made it." She said as she took off her shoes. "I've got to shower and then the team is raiding so I'ma be in the side room for the night. I'll probably order in so if the door goes just throw the boxes at me." And with that she vanished off up the stairs. "Nice to see you too!" Alex said loudly to her back.

They didn't see Nora again until the next morning other than when the door went. She answered it herself as she was between games. Alex noted another set of skintight clothing as she disappeared into the side room. She had the very pleasing walk of a woman who had done a lot of ballet and gymnastics, a woman who had had poise drilled into her until it was unconscious nature to move with grace. Perhaps it should be Side Room he thought. It might have been an office, or a bedroom, or had any number of intended uses when the house was built. But to them it was just the Side Room. The room off the side of the living room that got repurposed for whatever people needed. In its current guise it was Nora's gaming room. She'd set up her computer and an oversized monitor on the table. She had her VR helmet plugged in and a skate plate on the floor.

She came down at 11:50ish visibly with a head full of wool and a belly full of rot. Turns out that Nora had taken up drinking with her gamer group. She hit the medicine cabinet and fished out a hypoinjector for some paracetamol. She had to stretch her diminutive five feet up onto her toes to reach into the back of the cupboard as there were only a few left, her thin dressing gown barely covering her as she did so. Alex got more side eye from Victoria as he watched. Nora pressed the injector to her arm; clicking the top, it made a short hiss, and the now empty case went in the bin. She made herself a smoothie and vanished off again, presumably to nurse herself.

They passed the next week in similar fashion, Nora heading out for runs, doing yoga, or other exercise in the day, gaming into the night, and on a couple of days coming down hungover to all hell in the morning. Alex, and eventually Victoria, eyeing her up in her various states of barely dressed, tightly dressed, or in a towel. Nora seemed to have found anything and everything to wear that showed off her body.

Alex and Victoria were pretty early risers. They spent their first few days acclimatising to the house. The room they'd picked for Alex's 'lab' turned out to be too close to Nora's bedroom, so they shifted all the equipment down the hall to the first room off the stairs so, that if Alex was working early, he didn't disturb her. Alex spent most of his time swapping between finishing his doctorate paperwork and either working out the best ways to use his new, much smaller and less capable lab equipment, or answering Victoria's questions about the technology.

In turn Victoria was either cooking, cleaning, or coding. 'Coding' being working on her passion project of designing an AI that would let Alex control her totally. She'd been working at it in an almost fevered way. Alex had to spend a fair amount of time explaining aspects of the technology to her that had at this stage become exceedingly niche. He thought she was rather letting her libido rule her at the moment as he had absolutely no intention of ever using his technology that way, and he seriously hoped it was just a fantasy for her too. That said, he was absolutely not complaining about the copious sex.

It often felt like they had the place to themselves. They saw Nora at breakfast on the days she needed to nurse her hangover while she groggily took painkillers and made smoothies. Passed her in the corridor on her way to either block out the world with VR or head out for a run. Other than that the difference in their sleep schedules meant most of the time either she or they were sleeping. This lead very quickly to them resuming the habits of their usual 24/7 power dynamic. So far other than their bed, they'd fucked in the shower, on the kitchen table, and Victoria had swallowed his cum kneeling in front of the sofa while Nora gamed in the next room. That last one had been a risk that had fuelled both of them to incredible orgasms.