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MasterPC: A Master's Beginning by The Other One <jrparz_fan@hotmail.com>
Part Two
This part's a little darker than the first one. Well, not really
dark...a little dim, perhaps. Okay, it's not dark at all, except for a
little splotch 'round the middle. There, are you happy now? :)
Also, I stole^H^H^H^H^Hdrew a bit of inspiration for this story from
another I read a while back, called Cathy's Sentence. Damn good story,
you can probably find it on deja.com. Anyway, comments and flames are
welcome at jrparz_fan@hotmail.com. Enjoy!
--
The Players:
Our Hero(?): Dave Martinson, a no-longer-rotund guy who works, sleeps,
and surfs the net. Of course, that was before he found...
The Program, (AKA Master Control Center) a computer program that can
alter any person's body and mind, with no apparent limits. Dave has used
this program to control his two apartment-mates:
Jason Hatcher, a long-haired fellow computer geek who has been commanded
to ignore any strangeness about Dave and...
Amber Johnson, a rather hot-looking babe who is also Jason's
girlfriend...and has now been turned into Dave's busty obedient toy,
"Sex Slave Amber."
What Has Gone Before:
Find out for yourself...go read part one. ;-)
--
Dave got into his car lugging his laptop. He started the vehicle up, and
sat staring off in the distance, wondering who he should go after first.
Suddenly, inspiration struck him. 'My god, was there any doubt? Jenn
Sabin.'
Jenn Sabin. A pretty blonde, graduated with him from high school. Six
months ago, she'd been his fiancee. That is, until it turned out she was
using him to get to his cousin, Bill Thompson. Soon they were seeing
each other behind Dave's back at least three or four times a week. Of
course, this didn't stop Jenn from accepting all his presents, the
apartment they shared for three months, the secrets he told her late at
night. The trust he gave her, until she stabbed him in the back with no
remorse *whatsoever*.
'Hmm. Guess the wounds are still fresh.' He grinned. 'Good.' He grabbed
his cell phone, called Jenn's apartment. He heard Jenn's voice, and hung
up. 'Well, she's home. Better head over there.' Dave backed his car out,
and drove across town to the apartment she and Bill shared.
--
About twenty minutes later, he was in the parking lot next to Jenn and
Bill's apartment. Dave sat in his car, thinking about what to do to
Jenn. How best to have his revenge on the bitch? A simple enslavement
wouldn't do; he didn't want Jenn to enjoy this at all, not like Amber
did. And again, inspiration struck...maybe she could be a loving slave
and still not enjoy it...
He opened his God Laptop, brought Jenn's image on the screen. He typed:
"Jenn, you will develop a new personality. This new personality's name
is Jenny Fucktoy. Jenny Fucktoy is a worshipful love slave. Jenny
Fucktoy loves fucking and sucking, especially blow jobs, and will
happily do anything her master tells her to do. Jenny Fucktoy's only
reason for existence is to serve her master completely, heart and soul.
Jenny Fucktoy is a bimbo. She's always happy and friendly, and always
talks about herself in the third person.
"Jenn, you will become Jenny Fucktoy when you hear the words, "sassy
little fuckdoll.' When Jenny Fucktoy gains control, your breasts will
grow to 48DD size and require no support from a bra, your hair will
lengthen to midway down your back, and your skin will gain a soft golden
tan.
"While Jenny Fucktoy is in control, you will feel and experience
everything she feels and experiences, but have no influence or control
whatsoever. You will sleep when she sleeps, you will be awake when she
is awake. You will be a silent passenger inside Jenny Fucktoy, forever
imprisoned.
"Jenn, Dave Martinson is Jenny Fucktoy's master." *send*
He knew Bill would probably be in the apartment as well. 'Well, this
worked for Jason. Let's make Bill a bit more accepting of the new Jenn.'
He brought Bill up on the screen, typed, "Bill, you will not notice any
changes in Jenn. Any kind of relationship between Jenn and Dave
Martinson seems perfectly natural. You have no sexual desire towards
Jenn whatsoever. You don't care if Dave and Jenn have sex when you're in
the same room." *send*
Dave grinned as he shut down his laptop and walked to Jenn's apartment.
Now *this* was going to be fun. He stopped half-way to the apartment's
door, and reconsidered. Was he being too cruel to Jenn? Did she really
deserve this? 'Eh. I can always change her back," he thought, and
continued walking.
--
*ding dong*
'Oh god, who can that be?' Jenn thought as she raced to get ready for
work. She was already late for her job at Target, and wasn't expecting
anyone this afternoon. "Bill, can you get that?" Jenn yelled at her
sleeping boyfriend in the bedroom. No response. "Fine, *I'll* get it!"
she declared, and went to the door.
Jenn opened the door to see, of all people, Dave Martinson standing
there, holding a laptop in his hand. 'Dave? Good grief...I hope he's not
trying to win me back. Didn't I make it clear to that prick we were
through *months* ago?'
"Oh, Dave....hi. Uhm, can you come back another time? I'm late for work,
and I *know* I made it clear to you that I don't want to see you again,
and never do, and..." Dave cut her off. "Oh, I don't think you need to
worry about that, Jenn. You see, you're not going to need to work
anymore. Let me demonstrate, my sassy little fuckdoll."
"WHAT? Listen, buster, you get off my doorstep and..." Jenn's world
started to spin for a moment as she felt a tightness in her chest, and
then stopped. "...off my doorstep and come *in*, Master! Jenny Fucktoy
needs to serve you!" WHAT?!?!? Jenn felt her arms unlock and open the
door for her ex-boyfriend, and then embrace him.
'Oooof!' Jenn thought, as she felt her chest press against Dave's...the
hell? Jenn felt her head look down at her breasts...and they were huge!
Her red Target uniform top looked like it would burst! Her head looked
back up at Dave, and Jenn heard her voice say, "Oh, Master, you made
Jenny's titties big!" and giggled.
'Giggled? I giggled? I *giggled*?!? What is going ON?!?!?!?' Jenn
screamed in silent rage inside Jenny Fucktoy's head.
"Come on, my big-breasted blonde sex kitten, let's go...catch up on
things, if you know what I mean."
Jenn felt her body tense in anticipation, and started to get extremely
aroused. Like a puppet, her body spoke again, "Oh, yes, master, fuck
Jenny good! Let Jenny worship her master's cock!" 'No, no, no, no,
NONNONONONONONONONONONO!' Jenn thought, 'I am not actually getting
*wet*, I am not *doing* this, I am not a slave! I'm not some
empty-headed slut! Damn you, Dave! DAMN YOU!' Jenn raged over and over
again, foaming at the mind.
Jenny Fucktoy's eyes unfocussed for a moment, as if listening to
something far away. "What's wrong, my little fuckdoll?" Dave asked his
new prize.
Jenny Fucktoy shook her head, said, "Jenny thought she heard someone
screaming. Jenny was sure she did."
Dave smiled, thinking of his bitchy ex-girlfriend locked inside Jenny
Fucktoy's skull. He squeezed her breast, said, "I'm sure you did, tits.
I'm sure it was an evil woman getting her just desserts."
Jenny Fucktoy looked at her master with adoration, while Jenn stared in
utter hatred. "Jenny's master is always right!" she purred, and led her
owner over to the couch. "But master, Bill is in the bedroom. He might
get angry if we fuck!" 'Oh, please let Bill come out and KILL HIM!' Jenn
prayed, insane with pure hate.
"Not to worry," he told his Fucktoy. "Hey, Bill! Wake up and get out
here, you have company!" Jenny pressed herself closer to Dave and
purred. Jenn raged.
A sleepy Bill staggered from the bedroom, and looked at the master and
slave sitting on the couch. Jenn's hand was stroking Dave's crotch, and
Dave was fondling her left breast...her *huge* breast. "Hey, Dave,
haven't seen you for a while," Bill said. He looked at Jenn...was there
something different about her? Nah. Just tired.
"Oh, I just came over to patch things up with Jenn here. Right, Jenn?"
"Oh, yes! Jenny loves her master! Jenny's going to get fucked again and
again and again!" She pressed her lips against her master's in a deep,
passionate kiss.
"Cool. I'm gonna go grab a shower," Bill said, rubbing his eyes, and
went to the bathroom. The two broke the kiss, and Dave said, "Told you
there was nothing to worry about, my little cum slut."
Jenny Fucktoy smiled at her master, asked, "Speaking of cum, may Jenny
Fucktoy worship her master's cock?"
"Of course she may," Dave replied with a wide smile, and unzipped his
pants. Jenny gasped in pleasure, knelt in front of her owner, and began
to worship as best she could.
And off in the distance, Jenny Fucktoy heard a faint scream.
--
Meanwhile, back at Dave's apartment...
Jason unlocked the door to the apartment, and went in. He was
exhausted...talk about a long day at work! He turned to hang his coat in
the closet, and...
"How may I zerve you, m'sieu?"
Jason froze. He turned around and stared at Amber, his mind reeling.
Amber was standing in the middle of the living room, an absolute vision
in her skimpy French Maid outfit. Her luxuriously long hair was in a
bun, with strategically placed strands falling across her face. Her
mammoth breasts shook with each breath, hardly restrained by the frilly
black top. And the skirt, if such a term could be applied, constituted
barely an inch of cloth, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The small white apron hanging from her waist actually covered more...
"Serve?" Jason managed to croak out. He wasn't shocked or surprised at
Amber's appearance, but something in the back of his mind was
wiggling...
"Oui, m'sieu," Amber replied, her head bowed. "Amber is your zervant for
zis evening, and weel do anyt'ing you require. Are you 'ungry?"
"Uh...yes, I am," Jason said, and decided to play along. "Could you fix
me dinner, Amber?"
"But uv *course*!" Amber exclaimed, and bounced off to the kitchen.
Jason stared after the luscious maid. 'I *know* something's not right
here. Isn't there?' After a moment, he gave a mental shrug, then walked
over to his computer and surfed the net.
--
"Amber, aren't you going to eat, too?" Jason asked for the fifth time.
He was seated at the kitchen table, nearly finished with the meal on his
plate. Amber hovered about, ready to do anything that needed to be done.
"Oh, non, m'sieu...servants do not eat at ze table! I weel eat aftair
*you* feenish! I am your servant, remembair!" Amber walked over to
Jason, and thrust her cleavage in his face as she filled his champagne
glass. Jason exerted iron control and looked away. The feeling of
disquiet grew.
"Amber...please sit. I want to ask you something." "Oui, m'seiu," Amber
obeyed.
"Amber...I'm going to ask you some questions. I want you to answer them
honestly." Jason stared at Amber, eyes continually drawn to her breasts.
"Why are you my servant tonight?"
"Because my mastair ordered me to serve you," came the quick reply.
"And who is your master?"
"Dave ees my mastair." Of course...Dave mentioned something yesterday
about Amber being his slave. Jason's brow wrinkled...but Amber was his
girlfriend. Could she be his girlfriend and Dave's slave at the same
time?
Feeling a little dizzy, Jason asked another question. "Amber, how did
you become Dave's slave? Tell me everything."
Amber told him everything.
--
Jason went into Dave's room, Amber following close behind. "Jason, you
should not go in zere! Zee master weel be angry!"
"Like I care! He did something to me, he did something to you, and he
did it with this thing!" Jason yelled, pointing at Dave's computer. "Now
shut up and just stand there!" Still compelled to obey Jason for the
night, Amber stood still and silent and watched.
Jason turned the computer on, sat down in front of it. He knew. He
*knew* Dave had done something to him. Maybe he couldn't get angry about
Dave fucking his girlfriend, maybe he couldn't get disturbed by Amber's
new alterations, but he *could* get angry knowing that changes were made
to him without knowledge or permission!
Dave's desktop came up on the monitor, and Jason immediately noticed an
icon he'd never seen before. "'Master Command Center?' That's gotta be
it!" Jason exclaimed, and double-clicked the icon.
A dialog box appeared on the screen. Jason read: "Welcome! Please enter
password for access. You have three tries. Fail, and fear the
consequences!" A blinking cursor invited entry of the code.
'Well, I already know two of Dave's passwords from a while back...let's
see if he used one of them.' Jason typed in "LaraCr0ft."
*beep* The words on the screen changed: "Incorrect password! Two more
tries, unless you want to cancel!" A button appeared next to the text
entry box, marked "cancel"
'Not bloody likely,' Jason thought as he tried the other password he
knew: "JenLopez"
*beep* "Sorry, wrong password," The screen now read. "Only one try
left!"
Jason grimaced...he had no clue what would work this time. He went to
click cancel, but the screen changed again before he could: "Sorry, I
lied...you only had two tries!"
Lines of text began to flow down the screen...and stopped. Jason watched
as his name came up on the screen, followed by the words, "Intruder
profile saved. Locked on. Running."
"Oh, SHIIIIIII....." The last thing Jason heard as he lost consciousness
was Amber's startled gasp...
--
Dave led Jenny Fucktoy up the stairs to his apartment, laptop in hand.
It was 8 am the next morning. After an all-night marathon of sex, he had
decided to bring Jenny to his apartment for a new outfit; Jenn's largest
shirt was uncomfortably tight on Jenny Fucktoy's new breasts.
He unlocked the door, and the two entered the apartment. "Anyone here?"
Dave called out as he motioned Jenny to remove her top. Jenny peeled off
her shirt, and sighed in relief as her breasts fell free, one hand
reaching up to idly caress her mounds.
A moment later, as Dave expected, Amber ran from her bedroom still
dressed in her maid outfit. What he didn't expect was a *second* Amber
following close behind, dressed in jeans and a shredded t-shirt!
"Mastair!" the twin babes chorused in unison, plastering themselves to
Dave. "We mizzed you zo much!"
Woah.
--
end part two
--
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The Other One, AKA JRParz's Fan
jrparz_fan@hotmail.com
Breast Reduction: The saddest words in existance.
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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