Chapter 122: Isabella (4)
"Yes, master," Isabella said, looking contrite. "If you don’t want me getting rid of him, then what should we do about him? He may try again."
"We’ll figure out what to do once we know more."
He was beginning to see the foolishness of his previous policy on sapient templates. Just because he thought someone was a good person, didn’t mean they actually were. He needed to take a more proactive approach.
He still wasn’t comfortable with making sapient templates of people for his own personal benefit, excluding people on his naughty list. But he decided it was foolish not to use that ability to learn who he could and could not trust.
The first thing he was going to do was have a little private chat with Agent Jackson. Well, after getting Isabella some clothes, she was very distracting. But first, he needed to understand just how much control he really had over her.
They were still in the room he’d created for their initial conversation. Nora had returned to his lab. Isabella was looking at Jack nervously while he stared at her luscious naked form while trying to think about how best to test her obedience limits.
He had three questions. Was her selfish nature still stronger than her desire to serve him? If he gave her a long-term command, would it stick or wear off, and just how far could he push her? Only with time would he learn the answers to his first two questions. But he could probe the last question immediately.
"Hop on one leg and bark like a chihuahua," he commanded. He didn’t try pushing any intent down his connection to her.
She immediately lifted her left leg and began hopping on her right while making a high pitch yipping sound.
While he watched her breasts bounce up and down, he thought, Damn, she really does sound like a chihuahua. And over their connection, he could tell she was mostly feeling puzzlement and a touch of anticipatory excitement.
"Crawl like a dog and lick my foot," he said, while taking off his shoes and sticking his left foot forward.