The Puppet Master

[Sara_Quill]

The Puppet Master

She wrapped herself in a blanket, it was so cold outside and it had been cold outside for weeks now, she simply couldn’t wait for spring to come again. With the blanket around her shoulders as a cape she walked towards the pantry and looked for a snack. There was nothing to nibble on. She should go out to do some groceries but it was simply too cold to leave the house, too cold to drive. With the snow piling up till her knees, she simply didn’t care to get in the car. Even though she knew the roads were probably cleaned and safe.

She found a tin of corn and wondered if she could make stove top popcorn from it, would the kernels still pop if they had been soaking in this industrial sugary water all this time? Maybe she’d better save the corn for dinner tomorrow.

A rumble sounding down below in the basement.

‘Jaxon is that you?’ She yelled. She saw her cat laying on the couch, uninterested he lifted his head. There it was again. Peyton got scared, her heart started beating furiously, her whole body was shaking with adrenaline, not really sure what to do.

Maybe she should run away, just run away from the house as fast as possible, that’s what she wanted to do, but it was so cold outside, and another part of her urged her to go down there and take a look, going down there would be the adult thing to do, maybe it was just some boxes tumbling over, or maybe it was a ghost, or maybe there was some homeless guy down there, looking for warmth and shelter.

Peyton was simply frozen, she stood there with the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, and the can of corn in her hand staring at the basement stares.

A dollop of hair emerged. Peyton screamed. Beneath the hair a face, kind eyes, chiseled jaw, a body, he was wearing a fancy suit with a vest and tie underneath his jacked. When he was upstairs he just smiled at her.

Peyton was too scared to do or say anything, her mind was running through all sorts of scenario’s, but she didn’t move a muscle.

‘I’m sorry I gave you a fright,’ he said. ‘Are you okay there my dear?’

He reached out to soothingly touch her shoulder. Peyton inched backwards making it impossible for him to touch her, she bumped into a chair and clattering it fell onto the floor. Startled she dropped the tin of corn. It rolled away. Her cat got scared from all the noise and fled into a bedroom. Maybe she should fled into a bedroom too.

She tried to shuffle away from him.

‘Come come now. Don’t be scared.’ He said putting his hands on her shoulder. ‘I’ve got something for you, something that’ll help you feel real good.’

‘Who are you.’ Peyton mumbled eventually.

‘I’m Micheal Rivers,’ he said. ‘You can call me Mr. Rivers for now, or daddy. Although you haven’t passed that test yet, so maybe don’t jump the gun with the daddy thing, lets call me Mr. Rivers.’

‘But... I... who... why....’ Peyton didn’t even know what questions to ask. A shiver went down her spine and intuitively she pulled the blanket even tighter around her shoulders. There was a mischievous smile on his face, a calm confidence as if he had total control of the situation.

‘Let me help you there.’ He said. He picked up the chair, grabbed Peyton by the elbow and set her down. He pulled over another chair and sat down in front of her.

‘You’re delightfully compliant.’ He said. ‘That isn’t necessary you know. I mean it’s nice. It means I won’t have to hurt you, so that’s in your benefit. Anyway you’re wondering what I did in your basement, right? The answer to that is quite simple, it was the best way to enter your house, since you’ve got all other windows locked so tightly.’ He pulled a blueish leather bag on his lap that Peyton didn’t even notice before now.

She looked around still scared and flabbergasted, but it seemed as though this guy wouldn’t hurt her right. So... maybe she should just get up and call the police? The moment she stood up he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back in the chair again.

‘Just sit down.’ He said calmly. He pulled a little spray bottle out of his bag that looked like a crossover between a deodorant bottle or a pepper spray.’

‘But why are you in my house?’ Peyton said. ‘Are you even real or are you a ghost?’

‘Aah.’ He said with a nod as if he finally understood Peyton, as if he had been waiting for that question somehow. Yet he didn’t answer.

‘Are you a ghost?’ Peyton asked again, this time with more doubt in her voice. ‘Are you?’

He now got a silicon breathing mask out of his leather back and he attached it to the spray bottle.

‘No.’ He said. ‘Not a ghost. They call me the Puppet Master and you are going to be one of my puppets, that is if you pass the test. They have been quite adamant about recruiting you, so the test parameters are quite loose in your case. Apparently you’re a tactical asset within their social mechanics.’ He shrugged. ‘I don’t mind, you’re a cute one. You could be one of mine and one of theirs at the same time. You should see the ogres they assign me sometimes. Pfff. So are you ready to start Peyton?’ He shook the spray bottle up and down.

‘What?’ She said confused. ‘No! No, I’m not ready. Ready for what? What are you talking about?’

‘Just breath.’ He said. He pointed the spray bottle in her direction and released a whiff of the spray into her face. It was incredibly strong and potent and for a moment she was disoriented. In the midst of her disorientation he pushed the breathing mask with the spray bottle against her nose and mouth and released a lot of spray into the mask for her to breath in. It all happened really fast after that, she became sleepy and drowsy and she didn’t even know what was going on, there was just dizzying swirling sleep, taking her down, down, down, down, down into darkness.

She woke up quite horny. Someone was massaging her tits. No, her entire body. Smooth oily hands going up and down her skin, a slick finger toying with her pussy and clit. She opened her legs and moaned, then the drowsy swirls began to fade even more.

Wait what? Who was here, she didn’t even have a boyfriend, and she hadn’t met up with someone from OKCupid for months. She rubbed her eyes and her face, but a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm away.

‘O boy. We’d better hurry.’ He said.

She moaned, why couldn’t she rub her eyes. Wait? Why was she being tied down? Some leather strap wrapped around her wrist and soon she couldn’t move anymore. She whined a little and opened her eyes. She realized she was in her own bedroom, somehow she didn’t expect that. Although were else was she supposed to be? She remembered the intruder, the kind intruder, or was that maybe a weird dream?

‘Good morning, Peyton.’ He said. He cupped her chin, his fingers pressing into her cheeks. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Eerrr....?’ Peyton mumbled. ‘Confused? I guess, maybe like good. I mean. I feel good and quite well rested, but why are you here and why am I tied down and... wait, shouldn’t I feel scared or angry with you?’

‘You don’t feel scared or angry?’ He asked.

‘What’s going on?’ Peyton returned the question.

‘Well you weren’t the flight or fight type of person anyway,’ he said, ‘yesterday you seemed kind of frozen.’

‘Yesterday?’ She asked. ‘But that feels like... a few minutes ago.’

‘Okay. Yeah.’ He said. ‘None of the puppets have mentioned that before, but I can imagine the test and the training messes up your internal clock.’

‘What test? What training?’

‘Well we have to see if you’re brain structure will accommodate our... how do I say this nicely? Our... suggestions.’

‘And?’ She asked. ‘Did I pass?’

He grabbed a little notebook, and wrote something down. ‘Another A-typical reaction.’ He said. ‘Why do you want to know whether you passed the test? Most people ask what kind of suggestions, but you... Who are you? Are you even real? Are you a spy? Do you work for them, is this part of my performance review? Why did they want you so badly that gave me different test parameters, are they testing some counter-agent with you, to oppose my drugs?’

‘I don’t know.’ She said shrugging. 'Just making conversation.'

‘You passed by the way, but not if it were up to me. You’re lucky they loosened up the guidelines especially for you, but you’re going to need a lot of hands on management and reinforcements. Although I’m not complaining.’

‘Yes you were.’ Peyton said. ‘Just now. I heard you complain.’

He shook his head. ‘Don’t be cheeky with daddy sweetheart.’

‘You’re not my daddy.’

‘Yet.’ He said. ‘I will be. Just wait another few trainings and you’ll be my little puppet and I’ll be your daddy.’

‘Is this a sexual thing?’ Peyton asked. She looked around her own bedroom and only now noticed all the machinery that had been set up around the bed. She still must have felt somewhat groggy to overlook them in the first place.

‘Not for them,’ He said. ‘For them it’s a matter of power, a matter of controlling the population. With the right puppets in the right places you can make a society do about anything you want. Vote for the jerkiest jerk-ass president, vote for a puppet president, buy the stupidest stuff. You’d think they use tech like this to make the world a better place, but it’s just about the money and the power for them. But me personally, I don’t mind a bit of puppet sex.’ He tilted his head a little bit and smiled. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘The puppets want it too, sometimes they’re the ones that seduce me.’ He raised his eyebrows in a meaningful way. ‘You’re nowhere near that level yet though, but we’ll get there eventually.’

Peyton pulled on her bounds, she kind of knew it was in vain but still she had to try, maybe she could get something to snap or break. He put a hand on her tummy and pushed her back in bed. ‘Don’t start now.’ He said. ‘It’s not realistic.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Peyton said. ‘What do you mean not realistic.’

‘You’re putting on a show.’ He said.

‘No I’m not. I just want to get out, get away from here.’

He pouted his lips and made a clacking sound with his tongue. ‘Doubt it.’ He said. ‘You’ve been through two training programs already, by now you’re well addicted.’

‘I’m not.’ She said.

‘Want to bet?’ He said. He attached an IV to her arm and then he prepared a syringe, he put the syringe into the IV. ‘Remember?’ He said.

Peyton stared at the plastic with the amber colored liquid inside. ‘No?’ She said.

‘Ask for it?’ He said.

‘No.’ Peyton shook her head. ‘Just... no. Take that thing away from me, let me go, get out of my house, you’re a creep, you’re a pervert a...’

He just sighed. ‘I though we tackled this in the last training already.’ He said. ‘But I’ll guess you’re a tough cookie. Let’s give you a little reminder.’ He squirted just a little bit of the drug into her arm, but there wasn’t much needed. A glow of happiness, it felt so good, so warm and satisfied and calm and peaceful. It was as if part of her brain had been turned off, or maybe everything had turned off. She couldn’t think or worry, there was just this sense of perfection and order, the sense that everything was exactly as it was suppose to be.

‘Wow.’ She said. ‘I want to feel like this forever, for the rest of my life.’

‘I know. You told me that about a thousand times.’

‘I did?’ She asked. ‘Can I have more?’ She nodded towards the syringe that was still attached to the IV, she only got a tiny splash of the drug, but what if he would release the entire syringe in her arm, or at least another big gulp. ‘More?’ She asked again.

‘Not yet.’ He said. ‘We still have about an hour and fifteen minutes left before we can start with the third training, if we start now all will be ruined and we have to start over.’

‘Why?’ Peyton asked whining.

‘Cause of the natural biorhythm in your neurological ecosystem, if you don’t get enough time to recover from each training we can’t use your natural learning curve as a mechanism that’ll help organize the neuro-pathways.’

Peyton didn’t understand him so she stopped listening, she just marveled in these wonderful feelings and stared up at the ceiling, it was a gorgeous ceiling. An ceiling that was supposed to be there, the cobweb in the corner, the black smudge where she’d smashed a mosquito last summer, the discoloration where there was a bit off wallpaper paste spilled against the ceiling, it was a testament of perfection, all these imperfection together composed perfection.

‘Don’t worry though.’ He said. For a moment Peyton was disoriented. He was here. He was still here, He had been here all along she realized. His hand was softly caressing her tummy, his fingertips circling around. ‘I know a pleasant way to pass that time.’

His hand was making bigger and bigger circles until he touched the base of her breast. For a moment Peyton was happy that she wasn’t wearing any clothes, then she wondered what happened to her clothes and then her thoughts were completely encompassed with his hands again. The palm off his hand pressing against her boob, he was softly massaging the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Peyton got aroused quickly, sparks of horniness shot from her nipples down to her pussy, it was as if some sexual monster within her pussy was awakening, a very primal, very animalistic monster. Her pussy was squeezing itself together. Her thighs rubbing against one another and she couldn’t hold back a moan.

‘Please.’ She mumbled. ‘Please. More please.’

‘Be a good girl.’ He said.

‘Daddy can I have some more please.’ She was kind of surprised about calling him daddy. It happened intuitively, it made sense on a subconscious level it all made sense, yet another part of her brain was completely flabbergasted.

‘Please daddy. More Daddy.’

‘More what?’ He asked.

‘More everything. More of the drug, more playing with my nipple, more... more playing with my pussy.’

‘You want daddy to play with your pussy?’ He asked teasingly.

‘Yes please.’ She said.

‘Like this?’ He laid his hand between her legs and rubbed the palm of his hand up and down. Her pussy lips slippery, her little clit was tingling and pulsating.

‘Yes, thank you.’ She mumbled although, those words might have gotten lost in her excessive moaning. He played with her clit for a while, he could make her gasp simply by taking her clit between his thumb and index finger and softly squeezing. Her mind was swirling with surrender. She was his, she wanted to be his, she wanted to give herself to him. She wanted more and more and more of this. More of this arousal, more of this drug, more of his attention. She was so filled with satisfaction and at the same time she seemed to be yearning for more.

A finger inside her pussy, he was finger fucking her. She thrust her hips forward, trying to help him maybe, trying to get him to fuck her even harder and deeper. Her mind was so numb and at the same time she was completely awake and aware of what was going on, it was as if, without her thoughts distracting her, she could focus even more intense and more completely on the situation at hand. Focus on the marvelous sensation in her pussy.

She was panting and moaning.

‘What do you say.’ He asked. ‘What do you say to that.’

‘Thank you daddy.’ She mumbled. ‘Thank you so much, daddy. I love you.’

‘You love me?’ He asked. ‘You do?’

She nodded enthused.

He removed his finger from her pussy and grabbed his notebook. ‘You love me.’ He said. ‘Describe how that feels.’

‘Well.’ She said a little bit annoyed. ‘Now I love you less because you removed your finger.’

‘So it was a sex talk?’ He asked. ‘You were just horny?’

‘Daddy.’ She said whining. ‘I mean, I don’t even know what I mean. You’re as perfect as the ceiling, I love you as much as I love my ceiling.’

‘So not much.’

‘On the contrary.’ She said frustrated. ‘I love my ceiling. Now come back to bed will you?’

He clacked his tongue a few times and wrote something down in his notebook.

‘What are you writing now?’

‘That you’re a weird atypical puppet.’

‘Well, you’re a weird atypical daddy.’ She said. ‘So that’s a match.’

He chuckled and finally put his notebook down. He ran a finger over her collarbone all the way down to her bellybutton.

‘Do you want daddy’s finger or his cock?’

‘COOOOOOOCK.’ She yelled enthused. ‘COCK, COCK, COCK, COCK, COCK.’

He smiled and unbuckled his pants. A moment later she saw the beautiful pink cock bouncing forward. She couldn’t remember seeing it before, yet if felt strangely familiar, the cute curly pubes, the curvature, the shiny purple tip.

When he climbed on top of her and slid the cock in her pussy a shiver of satisfaction ran through her body and she let out a growling moan. Her hips rocking to cheer him on, her breathing superficial and rapid.

‘Thank you daddy.’ She said. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. I love you. I love you.’

He was thrusting rhythmically. It was a mesmerizing rhythm, the perfect rhythm. In and out, in and out. She loved feeling his cock slide inside, and she marveled when it slid backwards again, because that meant another thrust forward wasn’t far off.

She completely surrendered to the moment, it was as if all moments in time accumulated in this one fragment, and as if this fragment resonated in all moments in time. This was what everything was about, this was the meaning of life, not just the meaning of her life, the meaning of the universe. It all came into existence to facilitate this moment.

‘Be a good girl.’ He whispered. ‘Obey daddy.’ He was panting, his breath caressed her ear, her earlobe. ‘Cum for daddy. Orgasming in 3...2...1... now.’

It was as if her body exploded. Her pussy cramping and spasming and radiating pleasures all through her body. Her spine was orgasming too, her nipples, her mouth, everything. Everything! Her brain was orgasming like it never orgasmed before. Every thought was a new orgasm, a new explosion of orgasms.

She moaned heavily and she only barely noticed that he was cumming too. That he was tensing up, and moaning, and thrusting himself inside off her, while his twitching cock filled her pussy with cum.

Her orgasm only slowly faded and even when it seemed to be gone from her body, there was still a numb satisfaction in her brain. She didn’t need anything. She didn’t want for anything. She could just surrender to the flow of life, to the situation, to him.

‘Good girl.’ Daddy said. He picked up some tissue and and first cleaned himself up an then her. He put his pants back on. He didn’t seem as impressed with the moment as she was. He seemed to be quite blasé about it actually.

‘Didn’t you feel good?’ She asked. He looked her in the face and smiled. ‘I felt amazing, thank you for asking.’ He said. ‘You’re the only one who ever asked about my pleasure you know that?’

‘I’m a weird atypical puppet.’ Peyton said repeating her daddy’s words back to him.

‘That you are indeed.’ He said. ‘It’s time for the third training by the way.’ He briefly looked at his watch. ‘Now if I untie you, what do you think will happen?’

Peyton shrugged. ‘I don’t know?’ she said.

‘Do you think you’ll try to escape and run away, or do you think you’ll reach for the syringe and press the plunger down to get the rest of the medicine.’

She scrunched her nose, not really understanding the question. ‘Syringe, off course.’ She said. How could he even doubt that.

‘You do realize that by injecting yourself with that drug you’ll brain become extremely susceptible to me and you’ll be brainwashed into being a puppet.’

‘I love being your puppet.’ She said.

‘Well you wouldn’t be my puppet exactly. I would be your Puppet Master and I would train you and control you and reinforce the training once in a while, but technically you’d belong to them.’

‘Who are them?’ She asked.

‘My bosses. The rich and powerful guys that control society by the strategic use of puppets or civilian operatives or whatever you like to call them.’ While he was talking about his bosses, he was unbuckling her wrists, the moment her hand was freed up she reached for the syringe and plunged the plunger down. She saw the majority of the amber colored drugs disappear into her arm, a wave of dizziness. A wave of euphoria. Her body was flooded with happiness and her brain just shut off. She sank into the mattress and just marveled in the ecstatic floatiness, time stopped, or it all happened at the same time, she was everywhere and nowhere.

‘You forget a bit.’ He said gesturing towards the syringe.

She was quite sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, she wouldn’t have, she wanted to enjoy it to the very last drop. There was a new syringe attached to her IV. This one had a colorless liquid instead of the amber colored liquid. Yet she reached over and pressed everything into her IV. Everything faded quickly. She wasn’t aware what was happening around her anymore. Her mind was spinning,she felt so sleepy, so drowsy and numb. This new drug enticing her into darkness in to deep thoughtless sleep.

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