Toy knelt by the bed, waiting for her master to come home.

She seemed to have been waiting for days.

She was feeling quite weak from lack of water and food, but she daren’t move, she’d be punished…

Suddenly, she heard noises from the other room.

Someone was in the flat! Her master was home!

“Oh my god…”, came a gasp from the doorway. She looked up…

“Dave, in here, quickly!”, Danni, a police detective, cried. “There’s a woman in here!”

Danni quickly crouched down in front of the woman. Her partner looked in from the doorway.

“What the hell’s she wearing?”, he said.

“I don’t know, but she’s in shock”, said Danni. “Call for an ambulance, quickly!”

Danni ripped the quilt off of the bed and wrapped it round the woman.

“Miss, can you hear me? What’s your name? Why are you here?”

The woman was mumbling quietly. Danni leaned closer to hear her…

Toy was terrified.

These two weren’t her master! What was going on?

“Toy been good.”, she mumbled. “Toy waiting for master. Toy not needing punishment. Toy not moving.”

The woman holding her tried to get her to sit on the bed, instead of kneeling on the floor.

“No! Won’t go! Toy good! Won’t be punished! Told to stay!”

Toy pulled herself from the woman’s grip and went back to her position on the floor, shaking off any attempt to hold her.

The woman tried to talk to her, but Toy wasn’t listening. Master would be back for her. He wouldn’t leave her!

“Please, you’ve got to listen to me!”, Danni pleaded. “He’s not coming back! He’s dead! Someone shot him! We’re only her looking for clues to his murder.”

The woman ignored her, just rocking back and forth on her knees.

The ambulance crew turned up and examined her.

“I don’t know what’s going on”, one of them said, after a while. “I can’t tell if it’s drugs, or hypnosis, or just strong training. She’s totally single-minded. Her ‘master’ is coming back, and that’s all there is to it. She won’t even believe he’s dead.”

Danni looked at the tag on the woman’s collar. Something in the back of her mind clicked…

“Toy!”, she snapped. “Command override. Transfer control to me. Authorisation code Proteus 1.”

Instantly, the woman stopped shaking and threw her arms around her, sobbing…

Danni stroked her head.

“Go with these people to hospital, and answer any questions they have, as well as doing everything they want. I will be along to see you later.”

She handed Toy’s leash to one of the paramedics.

“You will need to use a stretcher or a wheelchair, she’s very weak. I’d say she hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for days.”

Guiltily, Toy said, “I have been drinking, mistress. Emergency supply of bottled water under bed. Not supposed to make a habit of using it, for emergencies only.”

“You are forgiven, Toy, it’s understandable. After all, you’re no good if you die of thirst…”

Toy couldn’t believe how gentle the people were being with her. Also, she was getting sheets! Blankets, as well! It was so warm…

She snuggled down on the stretcher, almost purring. If this was how her new mistress was going to look after her, she was going to love this…!

The ride in the ambulance was short, then she was unloaded into the hospital Accident and Emergency Unit.

“What have we got here?”, the doctor asked.

“We don’t know much”, the paramedic admitted. “She has been answering our questions, but she doesn’t seem to remember anything about herself. She answers only to the name ‘Toy’, and she’s almost childlike in her mentality. She seems to be under some sort of control; she’s now fixated on the Police Detective that found her, Danni Weston. Danni has told her to co-operate, and she is, though.”

The doctor came over to Toy.

“Hello, Toy, is it?”

“Yes.”

“Is that all? No last name, or anything else you remember?”

“No. Never had need.”

“Ok, we’re going to take you into a cubicle and give you an exam.”

“Ok. Mistress said to follow any orders given.”

“Your… mistress?”

“Yes. Woman who came for me.”

“Oh, you mean Detective Weston.”

“Yes. She now my mistress, my new owner. I’m… tired.”

To everyone’s amazement, Toy just curled into a ball on the stretcher and went to sleep.

“I’m not surprised she passed out”, said the doctor, later. “Her blood sugars are way too low. She must have been starving for days.”

“But, according to the detectives, there was food in the kitchen!”, said a nurse.

“The compulsion to follow orders must have been too strong to fight”, the doctor said. “She was told to stay kneeling by the bed, so that’s what she did.”

They were still talking about the case as Danni arrived at the hospital.

“I’m here to see Toy”, she said. “How is she?”

“She’s resting peacefully”, said the nurse. “She was exhausted. Also, we can’t keep calling her ‘Toy’, it’s not right.”

“I know”, said Danni. “I’m going to take her fingerprints and see if we can identify her.”

Danni then went in and sat by Toy. Toy opened one eye, slowly, then smiled as she saw who it was.

“This wrong way round”, she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Should be you in bed, and me out there.”

Danni giggled, stroking Toy’s head.

“You concentrate on getting better”, she said. “While you’re not well, you get the bed.”

“You should sleep with me”, said Toy, sulking. “It’s part of my duties.”

Danni was really getting turned on by Toy and getting quite hot under the collar. She had also read up on the slaver group that had ‘produced’ Toy; she had accidentally used the wrong code when taking over control of her. Toy was now hers for life. She had no idea how to explain that at work…

Carefully, she took Toy’s fingerprints, after asking her first. When doing this, she got a bit too close…

She couldn’t help it. She kissed Toy. Toy kissed her back; it was the most erotic, affectionate kiss that she had ever had…

“More like it”, said Toy, quietly…

A few days later, the doctors were ready to release Toy from hospital, but they weren’t sure where she could stay. Effectively, she was still incapable of looking after herself, as she kept stopping and waiting for instructions.

The murder of her previous owner had been solved; it was just a jealous girlfriend. This meant that Danni was free to take some of her accrued time off. She then did this, to help with Toy’s recovery.

She did have a bit of an ulterior motive…

As soon as Toy arrived at her flat, they stripped off and went to bed together, snuggling and kissing. Toy then showed Danni just how good in bed she was…

Stroking Toy’s head, as she laid across her chest, Danni said “Do you want to know who you really are…?”

Toy looked up, curious.

“Your name is Stephanie Baker. You’re a reporter…”

Danni stopped as Toy started screaming…

She had no way of knowing that this was a supplementary protocol installed in Toy’s conditioning, torturing her if she tried to remember…

Danni, tears in her eyes now and frightened for Toy, hugged her until she calmed down…

When Toy recovered, she just stared straight at Danni and said, “Not Do Again!”

Danni got the message. She never mentioned Toy’s real name again.

Stephanie was an only child, an orphan. Her parents had both been killed in a house fire when she was a baby; she had only survived because her mother had thrown her out of a window just before the house blew up. She’d had two foster homes, then made a life for herself as a reporter.

She’d been investigating the ‘myth’ of the programmable slave girls when she had disappeared.

Danni was now in a quandary.

The sheer existence of Toy proved the slave girl group wasn’t a myth, but the fact that Stephanie had ended up as Toy proved what they were willing to do to keep their secret. Also, she couldn’t do without Toy anymore…

Somehow, Toy’s investigative skills were still intact; she found this out when she had to find some information on a group, and said to Toy ‘Oh, I wish you could help…’.

Toy had taken her literally.

She came down one morning to find Toy holding an exhaustive set of papers detailing all about the group she was working on. They had been able to make multiple arrests based on Toy’s research.

“Good with computers”, said Toy, with a smile. “Not so good with English anymore.”

Danni then recruited Toy as a civilian consultant for the department.

She became a familiar sight in Danni’s office, walking past in her spandex catsuit, which was all her conditioning would let her wear (apart from latex, but not at work, please!). Her nametag glinted from the collar round her neck. The catsuit looked just like a jumpsuit, so she just got away with it.

Nobody argued about the results she produced, though. Their department turned into one of the most successful in the county.

Toy ended up enjoying her life with Danni. Danni certainly enjoyed her life with Toy. The only problem was, what name to put on the Marriage paperwork…!