MASTER Files 1: The First File
#1 of MASTER Files
Imagine, if you will, an organization slightly similar to something like Advanced Idea Mechanics, a vast organization of mad scientists, mad engineers, mad inventors, mad scholars, mad researchers, mad magicians, mad sorcerors and more, dedicated to advancing human knowledge with no regard for morality or ethics. But unlike AIM, imagine said organization isn't a bunch of bee-suit-wearing terrorists and weapons manufacturers/merchants led by a weird idiot giant-headed baby in a hovering bungee harness....
But instead, a multiversal fleet, travelling to worlds across the vast expanse of universes to experiment and kidnap people for experiments. Imagine their interest isn't so much money or power as simply conquering to increase the number of test subjects and resources they have to advance their millions of projects.
Then imagine said organization is entirely made up of absent-minded, unbelievably blatant perverts of the most unimaginably horny kind.
M.A.S.T.E.R. Archival File: 000192
Experiment 090: Primary Testing and Proof of Concept.
Subject 001 : Elsie McDonnell
Experiment Supervisor: Dr. S.
Observer: Mind 01
Subject Notes: Elsie McDonnell (hereafter referred to as Subject 001) was a tigress of average stature, average build and bust size, and average intelligence. She had long orange hair tied back into a ponytail, and green eyes. Build was lithe and muscular, with strong arms from work.
She was employed as a mechanic in the engine room of MASTER Dimensional Ship 201. Subject was chosen from a pool of 200 potential subjects. Subject 001 volunteered for Experiment 008 under the pretense of getting bonus pay and extra vacation days.
Transcript of Experiment:
_Subject 001 is seated comfortably in reclining chair. She is wearing a standard blue-grey MASTER mechanic jumpsuit. Subject has been set to watch a series of training and propaganda videos. Contained within videos are various auditory and visual subliminals. Visual subliminals include pornographic material of varying types, commands for obedience, as well as preparations for post-hypnotic trigger commands. Auditory subliminals include hypersonic and subsonic signals designed to induce suggestibility. Subject 001 has been exposed to videos for approximately three hours. Subject appears bored and annoyed, but bioscanners show her brainwaves have entered a moderately suggestible state. _
Dr. S: Ms. McDonnell?
Subject 001 flinches slightly, jolted out of daydream. She stands up out of the chair and looks around at the room for a moment.
Subject 001: ...Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just watching... the thing. Um... yes?
Dr. S: Now that you've finished the videos, I would like you ask you some questions.
Subject 001: Sure. Is this it? I kinda expected something more science-y when I was told this was gonna be an experiment...
Dr. S: Please focus on my voice. What is your name and occupation?
Subject 001: Elsie McDonnell, mechanic.
Dr S: Where are you from?
Subject 001: Earth-20348. New York City.
Dr. S: Your age?
Subject 001: Twenty years old.
Dr. S: When were you recruited?
Subject 001: A year ago, last Wednesday.
Dr. S: What is your bra size.
Subject 001: A-cup. ...Wait, why did I answer that?
Dr. S: Because I asked you. This is perfectly normal.
Subject 001: ...Yes, because you asked me... this is perfectly normal... Uh... wait, what was I saying again?
Subject 001 displays signs of mild disorientation, looking around the room as if she forgot where she was momentarily.
Dr S: You were answering my questions. You were being very good.
Subject 001 shudders, pressing her thighs together at the praise.
Subject 001: R-Right...
Dr. S: When is the last time you masturbated?
Subject 001: *Looks indignant* Wh-What?! I'm not going to answer that!
Dr. S: You want to be a good girl, don't you?
Subject 001 gasps and falls to her knees, shuddering. Subject shows clear signs of sexual arousal: erect nipples poking into her jumpsuit and a damp spot between her legs.
Dr. S: When is the last time you masturbated?
Subject 001: ...L-Last night. Three times.
Dr. S: That's better. Doesn't it feel better to answer questions? To obey?
With the word "obey," Subject 001's brainwaves fall into a more subdued state. Subject's eyes turn glassy, her jaw falls open, her breathing slows and evens. Subject's tail swishes slowly behind her.
Subject 001: ...Yes...
Dr. S: It feels good to obey, doesn't it?
Subject 001's brainwaves decrease again, evening out. She blinks sleepily, her head beginning to droop forward.
Subject 001: Yes. It feels good to obey.
Dr. S: You understand why you are here now, correct?
Subject 001: ...Yes...
Dr. S: Why are you here?
Subject 001: ...I am participating in an experiment in subliminal post-hypnotic programming.
Dr. S: Do you know what that means?
Subject 001: ...No.
Dr S: It means that those videos we showed you contained numerous triggers, commands, and phrases designed to act upon your subconscious mind. You are no longer in control of your own thoughts, are you?
Subject 001: ...No.
Dr S: What are you thinking about right now?
Subject 001: ...I... uh... can't... think...
Subject 001's expression turns mildly confused. The tigress shivers, blinking slowly.
Dr. S: That's good. You don't need to think. Now, Ms. McDonnell. Take off your clothes.
Subject 001: I-I don't...
Dr S: Obey, Elsie.
Subject 001's expression goes blank, wiped of all emotion.
Subject 001: ...I obey.
Subject 001 stands up and unzips her jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor. She steps out of it, revealing her naked body to the camera. She shows no emotion as she stands at attention, swaying on her feet slowly. Her pink nipples are fully erect, poking out from the fur of her breasts. Her breasts are of average size for a woman her size, perky and firm. The fur of her thighs is damp with her juices.
Dr. S: Excellent. You are doing well, Ms. McDonnell.
Subject 001 shudders, her thighs pressing together tight. Her tail-tip quivers as she pants slightly. Her expression turns to a frown of confusion, and she shakes her head, as if trying to clear it.
Subject 001: Something... Something's wrong... I feel weird. Why do I keep...
Dr. S consults with Mind 01 for a moment.
Dr. S: Ms. McDonnell, did I give you permission to think?
Subject 001: N-No?
Dr. S: Was that a question? DID I give you PERMISSION... to think?
Subject 001: In a monotone, devoid of thought or emotion. ....No.
Dr. S: That's better. You are not allowed to think any more. You are only allowed to obey. Say it.
Subject 001 hesitates for a moment.
Subject 001: ...I am not allowed to think. I am only allowed to obey.
Dr. S: Again.
Subject 001: More confidently, with less hesitation. I am not allowed to think. I am only allowed to obey.
Dr. S: You are not allowed to think.
Subject 001: Firmly. I am only allowed to obey.
Dr. S: Much better. Now, what are you thinking about?
Subject 001: ...Nothing. I am not allowed to think.
There is a moment of silence as Dr. S consults with Mind 01 again. Subject 001 sways on her feet, staring at the far wall, her eyes half-lidded and glassy. She shivers as a trickle of her arousal runs down her inner thigh, dampening the striped fur.
Dr. S: Now, Ms. McDonnell, I want you to return to yourself. Slowly awaken. You do not remember anything from the last fifteen minutes. But remember, I control your thoughts.
Subject 001 blinks dazedly after a moment, looking around with a confused expression. She glances down at herself, apparently taking note of her nudity, but shows little concern for it.
Dr. S: Ms. McDonnell, do you know where you are and what you were doing?
Subject 001: Um... Sort of? I was watching videos... and I was... uh... I guess I sort of lost focus. And my clothes, apparently. Everything's kinda fuzzy.
Dr. S: Do you feel embarrassed to be nude?
Subject 001: *Looks momentarily confused, then shrugs.* ...No? Should I be? Why?
Dr. S: You have no need to ask questions, just answer.
Subject 001: ...Right. I won't ask questions.
Dr. S: When is the last time you had sex?
Subject 001: *Cheerfully and enthusiastically.* Last week. My boyfriend and I went at it all night.
Dr. S: And did he cum in you or on you?
Subject 001: All over me, particularly over my breasts. Took me an hour to clean it all out of my fur.
Dr. S: And you do not feel embarrassed telling me any of this?
Subject 001: Nope!
Dr. S: Why do you not feel embarrassed?
Subject 001: *Still cheerfully.* Because you control my thoughts. I obey!
Dr. S: Now, Ms. McDonnell, as I control your thoughts, I can make you think anything I wish, correct?
Subject 001: ...Yeah, I suppose!
Dr. S: What if I told you that you now possess a large, erect penis jutting from your very lovely hips?
Subject 001 blinks and looks down at herself. Her eyes go wide in shock as she yelps. She reaches down, groping at a large, thick, and utterly invisible and imaginary rod of flesh at her loins.
Subject 001: Wh-What the...?! How did that get there! Unnhh!!! It's... It's hard... h-hot! Throbbing...
Subject 001 begins to "masturbate" the invisible, nonexistent phallus, moaning loudly as she mimes sliding her hands up and down. She pants, bucking her hips upward.
Subject 001: This is so weird... It's dripping all over my hands...
Subject 001 licks at her fingers, suckling the imaginary precum from them.
Dr. S: That is enough, thank you. You will forget you ever had it.
Subject 001 looks politely confused for a moment, then goes back to standing.
Subject 001: What was I doing again?
Dr. S: You were about to prepare for the final phase of this experiment. You will obey.
Subject 001's brainwaves immediately fall into a trance pattern. She slumps forward slightly, her head drooping, her orange hair falling into her face. The tigress shivers as her ears and tail droop, her arms falling limp.
Subject 001: *Emotionless monotone* ...I will obey.
Dr. S: I want you to take all of your memories, all of your emotions and bundle them up. As you do, you will feel more and more aroused, tingles and tickles spreading through every nerve ending in your body.
Subject 001 lets out a low, soft moan, shivering from head to toe. Her hips tremble as her thighs press together with an audible squish of wet fur. One of her hands comes up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it gently.
Dr. S: Every last memory you have, from your childhood until now. You need to gather them all into a little box in your head. All the emotions you have ever felt, happiness, sadness, fear, joy, rage, contentment, they all go in the box one by one. And with each one, you feel the pleasure build, tightening inside you.
Subject 001 grunts softly, beginning to buck her hips forward in a slow, lazy rhythm. She clenches a fist at her side, her toes curling. Her breathing speeds up, her breasts heaving with strain.
Dr. S: Are all of your thoughts gathered? Every last memory. Everything you've ever felt?
Subject 001: ...Y-Yes...
Dr. S: Are you ready to cum?
Subject 001: Y-YES...
Dr. S: Then when I command, you may cum. It will be the largest orgasm you have ever had. And in doing so, the pleasure will shatter that little box of memories and thoughts. It will erase all traces of them. When you are finished climaxing, you will be completely empty of everything except obedience...
Subject 001: *Her voice is hoarse and strained, barely audible on the microphone.* ....Largest orgasm... shatter memories... Empty... obedience...
Dr. S: Cum now.
_Without once touching herself, Subject 001 gives a mighty roar as she achieves climax. Her toes curl, her breathing catches in her chest. Her tail thrashes back and forth as she trembles in ecstasy. Her spontaneous climax shakes her body, her hips pumping forward lewdly. Her green eyes roll up in her head, even as every muscle in her body tenses under her orange, striped pelt of fur.
She thrashes about, completely unable to control herself as pleasure shoots through her mind and body. Despite the power of the orgasm, she somehow remains standing. Her nectar sprinkles down her thighs, puddling at her feet.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she pants heavily, swaying on her feet, sweat matting down her fur._
Subject 001: ...I obey.
Dr S: What is your name?
Subject 001: I... I... Ellll... Elll....?
Dr. S: No, your name is Soldier 01203. Elsie McDonnell does not exist. You have always been Soldier 01203.
Subject 001: ...I am Soldier 01203...
Dr. S: Where were you born?
Subject 001: ...I... don't know.
Dr. S: How old are you?
Subject 001: ...I don't know.
Dr. S: When were you recruited?
Subject 001: ...I don't know.
Dr S: What DO you know about yourself?
Subject 001: ...I am Soldier 01203. I obey.
Dr. S: Thank you dear. You may sit and masturbate. In a few minutes, someone will be here to give you your uniform and take you to your quarters to prepare for duty.
Subject 001 turns and sits back down in the chair, her fingers delving between her legs. She caresses her clitoris with her fingers, sliding her digits deep into her tunnel. She stares blankly into space as the room dims.
End of Transcript.
**Mind 01 Notes: Experiment 008 is mostly effective and once perfected could be employed to enslave entire populations without their awareness. Entire nations or continents could fall without anyone realizing they have been enslaved.
The process requires tweaking, however. Subject 001 showed far too much resistance to the subliminal programming. Until 95% efficacy is obtained, Experiment 008 will need to be reworked and retested.**
In addition, Experiment 008 requires a certain level of technology to be employed. Further research is required for use on worlds without audio-visual transmission technology.