Master PC: The Elves

Joanne didn't know a second hard drive would come in handy. Now it contained her beloved Mark's Master PC program. She had watched him use it on her. She had all night to search for it while he gave that lucky girl, Merry a good fucking. Now it was her turn to serve her wonderful son.

Karen Wales was one of the cities most successful real estate agents. She had to be, ever since her husband ran off his with his secretary. "What a cliché!" And now her daughter, Amy, was a constant source of embarrassment.

Amy bristled with piercing, black clothes that smelled of sleeping in odd places. Her hair scorched by flat black dye, gooey with mousse and looked like a weed whacker had at it. Her lips were black, her nails were black and her face powered white. But it was her attitude that was rudest thing about her.

Now it was Wednesday, therapy day, and she was in a jam. Amy's last therapist had refused to see Amy after she used a cigarette lighter to set fire to her sofa. But Karen always insisted she see a therapist, that was a condition of Amy's allowance and the last bit of control Karen had over her daughter. And until the nineteen-year-old got a job, that's the way it was going to be.

Now she had to find a new therapist. Karen remembered Joanne York was supposed to be pretty good, new, with fresh ideas. "Where did I hear that?" she wondered. "Oh well, probably one of those golf club or charity functions." She got out her cell and dialed the number that she somehow remembered. Luckily Joanne could squeeze her in.

Amy looked bored and Dr. York typed in the usual preliminary data about Amy when Karen's cell phone beeped. Joanne frowned. "Sorry." Karen winced but still took the call. "It's a huge downtown deal. I'll be back in an hour." She left.

"Doesn't your mother always leave these meetings?"

"Your lucky she stayed here this much, bitch."

Joanne didn't rise to the bait. "I see."

"You mother is over-compensating for her feeling of failure. You are on a self-destructive path because you wonder why your father left you."

"My father didn't leave me, cunt. He left my bitch, mom. I can't blame him."

"And what kind of drugs have you experimented with?'

"You got a lot of nerve. You see anyone dressed like..."

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"I snorted heroine last night, weed mostly and lots of beer: crack never, but some powder blow."

"That's better now lets fix you up." Joanne typed. A half an hour later, Amy woke up, as if from a bad dream. Her piercings were gone. The gold and silver studs lay on the doctor's side table. Her hair was back to its natural red-gold, just like her mother. It was neatly cut short, into layers. And she felt ...good about herself. But her clothing was still odd and reeked of clove cigarettes and stale beer. Amy frowned.

"You will find some of my daughter's clothes on the couch. Use my master bathroom to clean up."

Just after Amy left, Joanne dialed up Amy's mother, "Hello, Ms. Wales. Doctor York here. No need to apologize. Amy and I are near a breakthrough and I can use some more time. About an hour? Thank you."

Joanne spent the remaining time programming Amy and her mother to suit her own plans for her son. Amy returned and looked like a brand new person. A red T-shirt covered her nice b-cups and Elizabeth's jeans hugged her hips and ass nicely.

"My look better, Amy."

"Thank you doctor. Good enough for, you-know-who?"

As if on cure, Mark entered the office. "You called me, mom?"

"Yes, my beloved son. May I introduce Amy. Today is the start of a brand new life for her. Tell me, my son, do you think she is pretty?"

Amy turned on her bare feet, giving the handsome stranger a good look at all her assets. He was the handsomest boy she had ever seen. The sound of his voice made her knees weak. The mere sight of him caused blood to race. Mark considered her breasts as they rose and fell with each of the girl's deep breaths. He wasn't stupid. This had Master PC written all over it. He whispered to his mother. "What did you do to her mom?"

"Made her love you dear. That's all."

"How did you get ahold of Master PC?"

"You used it in front of me remember? Then I searched you room while the beautiful Merry and you fucked up a storm in my bed. Don't worry beloved, son. I will use it only to your benefit. I swear."

Mark kicked himself. Mom had outwitted him again. Good thing Merry had him lock her loyalty down so firmly. It was probably the same loyalty that made her bring nubile patients, like this one to his attention. Come to think of it, she was pretty, nice, short, slim a real succulent little treat. He decided that he mother could do nothing to him, so he decided to enjoy himself.

"She's very cute mother, nice, short and thin." Mark walked towards the girl. "What's your name?"

"Amy Wales."

Mark was surprised, "The Goth girl?"

"That was the old me. I don't like talking about that. I am normal now. Don't you find me attractive? I became normal just for you Mark. I love you. I want to be your slave. I want to bear your children. Tell me to do anything and I'll do it, I love you so much."

Again, the rush of power was great, his head spun and his dick got hard. He stroked her upper left arm. She jumped than stood content, like a cat that just got scratched and then decided it liked it. "Do you think I'm handsome, Amy?"

"You are the handsomest man I have ever seen. Do you want to...you know." She looked timidly at Joanne.

"Don't mind mom. She's a doctor after all."

"Oh, yeah. That's right."

Mark kissed her and she melted into his arms. Joanne slid out of her panty hose, got her vibrator of her desk's pencil drawer and checked the batteries.

Mark raised Amy's shirt, she arched her back, offering herself to him. He grabbed her by her slim waist, pulled her to him and feasted on her breasts. Amy left her arms limp, her head loosed. Her body open to this Adonis' every advance, surrendering to him completely.

His kisses were a living contradiction, burning like fire, they sent chills into her soul. He pushed her towards the sofa. He unbuttoned the fly to her jeans and pulled them down with her panties with one smooth motion. Then he spun her around. He spent a moment appreciating the two smooth pillows of her tush, then began nibbling.

Amy bent, dropping her hands to the arms to the sofa to support her shoulder-weight. She uttered soft cries of glee. Down below, Mark could hear drops of her vaginal juices smack against the hardwood floor. Satisfied, Mark stood. Amy watched his reflection in the lithograph's glass frame as he rose up behind her. She did not hesitate. She jutted her ass forward and bit her lip in anticipation of the sweet inevitable.

Mark had never done it doggy style. He liked it a lot. The feeling of mastery was quite intoxicating. A smothered buzz in the corner meant mother was enjoying this, now so was he.

He poked just his head into her accepting nether lips. Amy hummed in delight. Then when she least expected it, he thrust all the way in.

Amy let out yelp! It startled both Joanne and Mark. Blood dripped onto the floor. Mark bent over to see what he had done. He thought he killed her, but all she said was "Owowow. That smarts."

"Don't worry son. I repaired her hymen for you. You deserve a virgin."

"And I was a virgin too. I was saving myself for a good boy like you. Mmmm And what a stud. Don't stop please."

Ego telling him he was now a pro, Mark took it in stride and began to pump. Amy bucked and humped. His testes slapped against her ass as Amy took in all twelve inches. Her pleasure caused her arms to weaken, she turned her head and rest her cheek on the sofa's armrest. "Yes! Yes! Suck a big dick!"

Amy's pussy wasn't as active as Suzy's or as tight and juicy as Merry's but it did take all twelve inches. Long sways of his legs and hips were needed to slide all of his cock in and out. The she started to shout.

"I'm cumming. I am cumming. I'm ccuuuuuuuu." Her spine went concave then convex in rapid succession. Mark stayed inside her; his shaft continued its relentless pile driving.

Amy jerked her head up in alarm. "No. Not again not so soon, I ah cuuuuuummm. Oh gawd! Not again yess cuuuummming. Shit fuck! Will it never end? Mark I need....aaahhhhhuughhhhh." Amy was having multiple orgasm, one right after the other, she was up and down more times in then minutes than the Cyclone at Coney Island. As long as Mark was pumping she came, but soon it was time for his own release.

"I am cumming, Amy."

"Please come inside me you great big stud. Put your..." She never got to finish the sentence. Mark spat his semen inside her and she shared in his moment.

A moment later, when Amy was licking off Mark's dick, "So, what's the story here, mom?"

"Cover her ears." Mark complied. Amy just focused on moping up the bringer of orgasm she loved so much. "Amy here was a bad girl. I cleaned up her addictions and gave her a little attitude adjustment."

"And programmed her to love me."

Joanne smiled. Mark didn't know the half of it. "You didn't seem to mind, my lord. Besides she had just moved on to heroine, a small price to pay for saving her from and OD, isn't it?"

"She won't follow me around will she? This is kinda fun, but I like Merry and all."

"Don't worry, my son. This may be the last time you see her in years. She won't mind or inconvenience you."

"Good. I'm thirsty. I'm going to wait for Merry now." Mark gathered up his clothes and left.

Merry stayed kneeling, dumb at all her senses had experienced in just the past forty-five minutes.

Joanne took control, "Amy, you slut, got to the bathroom and clean yourself up."

"Yes, professor."

Karen arrived in an hour and fifteen minutes from Joanne's last call. When she arrived, she saw her brand new daughter and Joanne playing monopoly. She couldn't believe her eyes.

Upon seeing her mother enter, Amy skipped across the room and gave her a big hug. "Oh mommy, I am so sorry for hurting you so." Other apologies gushed forth, only pausing to praise Doctor York for showing her the truth of her folly. Amy's mother had been right, right about everything, always has been, always will be.

"You go wait in the car, dear. Mommy and the nice doctor need to talk."

Amy wiped contrite tears back. "Then you still love me? You forgive me?"

Karen looked at Dr. York who gave her the go ahead nod. "Yes, dear. I forgive you."

"Yay!" Amy kissed her mommy on the cheek and skipped out the door whistling.

Karen whirled. "What did you do to her?"

"Merely unlocked the good, obedient daughter within using my own deep therapy."

"It's like she's a new girl. Will she need more sessions?"

"One or two to set the pattern deeply, but she'll be all right for now. As of now, she will consider her old personality 'dead.' She will want to rebuild herself. The important thing will be indulge her desire to recreate her environment; shop for new clothes, redecorate her room, etc. It will reinforce her new self. Oh, and you must, repeat must, be here for the next session, all of it. Then two more sessions, then it will be absolutely permanent."

"Oh, I will I swear. How much do I owe you?"

"Ten thousand dollars. That's for the whole course of treatment.

Joanne Wales, power realtor, paused only briefly before filling out the check. "Cheap at twice the price." She tore out the blue slip and handed to the most brilliant therapist in the world. "You know, I know quite a few parents whose children could do with this special therapy of yours."

"Really?"