Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-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.

His soul space was always a comfortable temperature, and the floors were warm, so most of the time he and the girls went barefoot, but he’d been in the lab, so he was wearing foot protection.

Acid on your toes was not fun, even if you could undo the damage with a quick manifestation reset.

She stopped yipping, dropped to all fours, and crawled over to his foot. Then, without hesitation, she began cleaning his foot with her tongue.

As she slowly ran her tongue over his foot, he felt tingles run up his back.

He still didn’t understand why anyone would have a foot fetish, but he now understood why someone might tolerate a partner with a foot fetish. Because, holy shit, that felt good!

He checked her emotions and sensed that she was feeling more excitement.

When he peeked into her mind, he found she was hoping he would ask her to lick another part of his anatomy. An unexpected part. He decided he’d find out later. Asking her to do something she actually wanted to do wouldn’t push her boundaries.

He thought about all the kinds of things he could command her to do.

Humiliate herself in public, eat something gross, harm someone she cared about, or harm herself.

From what he could tell of her thoughts and emotions, she would not hesitate to humiliate herself for him, and the same was probably true for eating something gross.

Creating a simulation and commanding her to harm her father or Vincent might push her boundaries, but it could also cause deep emotional scars. Something he wasn’t willing to risk just yet.

That left harming herself. He could reset her soul space manifestation, so any damage she did could easily be undone. She might still be emotionally shaken, but he felt that was worth the risk to learn just how much control he had gained over her. He might need that knowledge in the future.

"Punch the wall as hard as can with your right hand," he said.

She jumped up and gave him a worried look.

He just stared at her.

Reluctantly, she approached the wall, took a proper stance, then threw her fist into the wall. With a meaty thwack, her fist struck the wall.

"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out while cradling her hand. Then, while making whimpering sounds, she looked at him like a kicked puppy and asked, "D-D-D-Does t-t-that please you, master?"

"Again, as hard as you can," he commanded, trying to keep his emotions locked down.

He did not like seeing her in pain, but he suppressed his own compassion for her and pushed her to continue. He needed to understand the limits of his control over her.

So far, he hadn’t needed to push his intent down their connection and that implied that she would have done this for anyone she had accepted as her "powerful man."

"Please," she begged. "It hurst so much. I can’t!"

"AGAIN!"

"No, please, don’t make me do this," she begged.

"AGAIN!" This time he push his command down their connection as well.

Without hesitation, she turned and struck the wall with her broken fist. This time, there was more of a crunchy squelch than a meaty thwack.

"AAAHHHHHHH!" she cried, then collapsed to the ground, clutching her right wrist in her left hand.

"Why?" she begged.

Was this enough? Did he need to push it any further?

Guys in a rage could break their hands punching a wall repeatedly. So maybe it wasn’t enough.

What was the ultimate test of personal will power?

As he thought, he remembered two eastern rituals that epitomized mind over body. Seppuku and Yubitsume. He had no interest in watching her disembowel herself, but the other was endurable.

He summoned a sharp boning knife and held it out to Isabella. Then over their connection he commanded her, "Cut off you right hand."

She looked up at him in horror. "No, please don’t make me do this," she begged.

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