Story: Master PC: Gaps in Time 4

Author: Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to JR Parz for his original idea and comments and with apologies to him for any lack of quality. Any of the story’s faults are my own. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at abe_foxx@yahoo.com.

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Before either woman really knew what was happening, they were standing facing each other, topless in Maria’s office, their own hands having torn open their blouses. Deborah’s eyes were full of confusion and growing fear. Maria face was quickly reddening. She couldn’t believe she was now displayed like this before her assistant, and the memories of what they’d done together were still pouring back. Even now, ashamed and mortified that Deb had been drawn into this, she felt her pussy heat and moisten and she had to fight to keep her eyes off of Deb’s full breasts. God, they were so large and firm, the nipples so stiff and long.

Foxx’s self-satisfied voice brought her out of the spiraling lust for the moment.

“Turn to face me, girls,” he commanded simply. Once again Maria felt her body respond without her command. She was sure that Deb was similarly paralyzed and in Foxx’s control.

“Deb, my dear, since this is probably very new to you I’ll give you a brief explanation. Though a certain computer program and the power it gives me, I can completely control you and Maria, or anyone else I choose for that matter. That includes your body and your mind. I’ve firmed up and added some curves to your body and of course enlarged your tits to a healthy EE cup. Don’t worry, they’ll stay nice and firm and I’ve made sure your back can handle it. You’ll only need a bra for occasional decoration, not for support. I hope that answers your immediate questions, Deb, because I need to talk to your boss for a bit.” With that, Foxx snapped his fingers, and Deb’s eyes closes and her head dipped just a bit. She seemed sound asleep standing up.

“Now Maria, I’ve got a bit more to tell you. But since you’ll just be listening, why don’t you give me a bit of a distraction while I talk. Please cross your wrists behind your back.” Maria’s body complied without her agreement. “Good,” Foxx continued, “now, you’re going to lean forward nice and close and suck on little Debbie’s nipples while I talk. I saw you eyeing them.”

Foxx laughed out loud as he watched Maria comply. At least Maria could hold onto the excuse that she had no choice, but as much as it shamed her, she knew that her body was aching to get her lips and teeth on Deb’s dark firm nipples. She felt her own breasts shift as she leaned forwards to start sucking – god, she was still not used to the latest increase of her own cup size. Once her lips were locked around Deb’s right nipple, sucking at it like a feeding infant, Foxx started to speak again.

“Now, it started as just a fun idea to have you fuck your assistant in your office, but I’ve decided to go a little farther. Deb here is going to get to keep this new body of hers, tits and all, for good. Those boobs, nipples and her hairless cunt are going to very sensitive too. Nearly any touch will get her horny and ready to fuck—and she’ll love to fuck too. She’s going to love dressing like a slut and showing off her tight little body and her fantastic tits. She’s going to develop a particular fondness for all kinds of sex toys. She’ll be bi-sexual, with a particular love of the taste of both male and female cum on her lips.” Foxx paused while Maria involuntarily switched to Deb’s left nipple, the right one slurping out of Maria’s mouth rock hard, marked with her lipstick and standing out nearly an inch.

“Deb will become a complete slut, dressing and acting the part, loving to suck and fuck more than anything else. However, unlike you, she’s not going to know that she was ever any different. She’ll be as happy as a clam. You however, Maria, my own sweet whore, will know everything. Every time you see her come into the office in outfits that would embarrass Christina Aguilera, every time you see her duck out of a closet wiping a co-workers cum off her face, every time she invites you to see her dance at some strip club’s amateur night, you’ll know that she’s a little tramp, because of you. Hell, maybe you can take pleasure in the fact that she’ll be happier than she’s ever been.”

Maria’s eyes were filled with tears even as she cursed herself for the pleasure sucking on the poor girls breasts was giving her. Deb was only 22, and just because she happened to work for Maria, this was happening to her. What kind of life would she have now?

“Stand up, Maria,” commanded Foxx. Deb’s left nipple popped out of Maria’s mouth as she stood. “Now if you’ll be so good to give Deb the rest of the day off, she and I have some shopping to do for her new wardrobe.”

Foxx snapped his fingers twice, and Deb awoke. It wasn’t the same Deb, Maria could see it instantly. First of all, her previous expressions of fear and embarrassment had vanished. Deb looked down and saw her breasts exposed as well as Maria’s and just took it all in while an eager smile.

“Now Debbie,” Foxx said, turning to her, “are you ready for some shopping?”

“Oh yes, yes please, Mr. Foxx,” was her giggling reply.

“Oh, and Debbie dear, please look at Ms. Delacruz’s titties.” Deb gazed directly at them without a trace of self-consciousness or any indication that anything was strange. Maria ached to cover herself up but Foxx still had her body frozen. “Debbie, have a close look; would you like your nipples pierced like that?” Foxx asked.

It mortified Maria as Deb moved close to her, her fingers extending to tease and touch Maria’s nipples and their rings, lifting and tugging at them before squealing, “Oh yes please!”

“Good, let’s do that too,” smiled Foxx, “and your belly button and maybe even some more jewelry lower down.”

“Oh goodie!” the new Deb giggled back. She closed maybe one or two buttons of her blouse, just covering her erect nipples, as Foxx led her out. He offered Maria a wink over his shoulder as he closed the door.

Maria was left paralyzed for a few minutes after Foxx left. She was helpless, standing in the middle of her office facing the door with her huge breasts out for all to see. And of course, between the teasing of the plug in her ass and the humiliatingly arousing experience of sucking on those wonderful tits of Deb’s, her cunt was practically dripping her nectar down her thighs.

Finally Maria felt control seep back into her muscles. She turned and buried her head in her hands, tears flowing fast now. Was Deb doomed to this? Was she herself? God, she used to hope there was some way out of Foxx’s web, but things just seemed to be getting worse. Every day seemed to bring a new humiliation for her, and now, for those around her.

Maria stumbled back to her desk; maybe she could just push it all of her mind for a bit and try to do some work. At least she still had her company—for now. One thing Foxx hadn’t said out loud was that he could also do to her what he’d done to Deb—make her into some mindless bimbo that didn’t know any better. Maria went back and forth as to whether she was better off knowing or not. She was in near constant torment, moving from one humiliation to another, always afraid of who might see her in the various outfits or activities she’d been put into. And that was only with the things that she knew about. But in each video or beautifully framed photograph in her own home, she looked like she couldn’t be happier. Was slut-Maria better off than her? Maria asserted with everything she could that it wasn’t true, but she couldn’t get the thought out of her head that at least her alternate self was having a better time, not to mention getting laid a lot more than her.

Feeling her bare breasts touch the cool surface of her desk, Maria realized that she’d forgotten to re-button her blouse. Her face burned, thinking for what seemed like the millionth time, “what if someone had seen me.” Maria cursed when she realized she’d torn off the top two buttons with Foxx’s command to open it so quickly. The buttons were relatively close together, but the highest button still attached was now just above the level of her nipples. And with her breasts now a full DD the top was tight and pulling open. God, would she ever get used to having so much flesh exposed?

Unfortunately for Maria, she certainly wasn’t used to it yet. With Deb away, people with business or questions or comments for Maria would poke their head right into her office and come right in. Every single one seemed to look immediately down at the vast expanse of cleavage that Maria’s top offered, thanks to the broken buttons. A couple of the men even stammered and stuttered before being able to force out what they came for. By the end of the day word had gotten around, and the men were stopping by nearly every fifteen minutes. And each time Maria was mortified by how exposed she was for them, her plugged ass squirming in her chair. With each visit she feared even more that she was being seen as nothing more than the pair of tits on display.

With the day finally over, Maria made the walk home. Especially after a day as long as that, she was tired and her plugged ass was aching. It affected her stride and her breasts were nearly jiggling their way right out of her top. She hoped for a quiet night, but that dream quickly faded seeing the hungry look on Denise’s face as soon as she opened the door, with Foxx’s mischievous grin right behind it. As soon as she was stripped of her skirt and blouse in the foyer as commanded, she was collared and cuffed. Foxx led her by her leash to the large coffee table. He laid her on her back across it, and used rope to trap her ankle cuffs to the table’s legs, pulling her thighs wide open. Her wrist cuffs were linked together and bound over her head. Foxx spread her mouth wide open with a dental gag and then presented her as a gift to Denise.

Denise played with her like a toy on Christmas morning. Her hands were all over Maria. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts; she spent time pinching and tugging at her nipples and rings. She poked and prodded the base of Maria’s butt plug, then exchanged it for one even larger, that Maria soon discovered also vibrated. If there was anywhere other than Maria’s breasts that Denise gave more attention, it was her pussy. Denise rubbed at it, licked it, kissed it, and gave it the attention of at least three different vibrators. Maria moaned and ached, her body overcome with sensation, straining against her bonds, pushed to orgasm again and again. Playtime went on for about two and half hours. By the time it was over, the smell of sweat and sex filled the room, and Foxx had filled up two rolls of film. At then end, Denise on all fours over her, grinding her cunt onto a rubber dildo held in Maria’s mouth, sucking on Maria’s clit while her fingers squirmed inside both Maria’s cunt and ass. With her fifth orgasm of the evening, Maria finally passed out.

Another week dragged on for Maria. Each day the now constantly happy Deb would display herself and her new body in tiny, tight outfits. Each seemed more scandalous than the last. The men and women of the office got a very good look at Deb’s new curves. Not only did Maria feel a constant guilt over her condition, but the constant visions of Deb’s exposed cleavage or skirts that barely covered her shapely ass worked in wicked tandem with the toys Foxx would send her to work filled with to keep her wet and horny all day long.

And if it wasn’t enough to see Deb just outside her office every day, Foxx would constantly email her lurid photographs of her assistant’s new activities in her free time. From those, Maria knew that Deb’s nipples were in fact pierced, as was her navel and clit hood. As well, it seemed that she had a bright silver chain permanently dangling between those two rings, with a larger loop in the centre what was sometimes also linked down to chains in her navel or pussy rings. Of course she was also kept hairless below the neck. She now sported tattoos on her flesh as well. The image of a pair of handcuffs decorated her belly with the chain artfully tracing through the ring she wore in her navel. At the small of her back, usually visible above the waist of her low riding pants, in flowing script was the ironic phrase “I’m a good girl.” Above her pussy it said “I like boys AND girls” and a stylized “69” graced her ankle. One of Deb’s favorite new fashion accessories seemed to be a black choker with the word SLUT in rhinestones at the front.

True to his word, Foxx had certainly given Deb a love of sex toys. In nearly every one of the photos she was giving a wicked and blissful smile as she sucked on this dildo or that, or while pushing one of an astonishing variety of playthings into her cunt or ass. She was getting help with them as well, it seemed, as in a few photographs Deb had been bound spread eagle on her bed with leather straps and the toys being used on her seemed to making more than just her happy, as her breasts, belly and face were marked with sticky strings of cum. The series that stuck most in Maria’s mind were obviously taken at a bar, where Deb had entered herself in a wet t-shirt contest. With those enormous and firm breasts barely fitting into the top to begin with, she had walked away with prize, but not before tearing the top off before an enthusiastic crowd to allow her breasts to be gawked at, fondled, and signed with at least two different colors of marker. And through it all, Deb looked happier than Maria had ever seen her, or anyone else for that matter.

If there was any benefit to the new Deb, it was that the gawkers in the office had a new main attraction. Maria still drew a lot of looks when was seen, but Deb was seated out in the open and with even larger breasts in even smaller clothing, she drew the majority of looks and comments. Maria was filled with mixed emotions. While she was glad to have a few less eyes on her body, she would never have knowingly sacrificed someone else to save herself.

Maria also had to deal with the complaints of the other women in the office. Being the boss had insulated her from their ire when her own wardrobe had been modified, but with Deb showing more and more of herself there were two formal complaints filed in the first week from irate women disgusted by Deb’s latest displays. Maria sympathized, but she couldn’t help wondering what those same women were saying about her. In one flash of anger she almost wished Foxx on them, so they could see how it felt. In the end, all Maria could do was put them off, saying that the office had no formal dress code to enforce. She knew that behind her back they must be cursing her, since after all, in their eyes it was Maria herself that had started this trend in dressing like a cheap whore at work.

Maria went home Friday evening a bit surprised to be awake the full day. She was edgy the entire evening, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, to her surprise. Her only humiliation before Foxx was being forced to eat her dinner out of a dog bowl at his feet. He had now done this a couple of times, and he seemed to get great pleasure out of it. Afterward, he locked her in her cage, and she was sound asleep by the time Denise arrived home for her bed time.

When Maria awoke, she noted Denise sleeping in her adjacent cage. Once freed and cleaned up, Maria was a little surprised to realize it was actually Saturday, but she didn’t want to tempt fate by thinking about it too much. Once both women were up and showered, Foxx dressed them both in identical maid’s costumes consisting of five inch heel locked on, fishnet stockings with garter belt, very short skirts over white ruffled petticoats, and sheer white blouses under tight black latex bustiers that cupped beneath their ample breasts. The way both pairs of breast pressed against the sheer fabric made the tops more of a decoration than clothing. Topping it off were white lace chokers and white lace trim for their leather ankle and wrist cuffs. They were both gagged with white rubber ball gags, and sixteen inch lengths of chain were locked between their ankle cuffs, restricting them to short shuffling strides. As an additional humiliation for Maria, Foxx had attached small silver bells to her nipple rings that swayed and tinkled with the smallest motion.

After giving them both a list of the chores he expected done, he slapped them both on the ass and departed. Gagged, they were unable to talk, so they mostly worked as instructed. Maria felt humiliated working in such a costume, and the combination of the tall hells and hobble chain made moving around a challenge. Additionally, Denise just wouldn’t stop giggling around her gag each time she heard Maria’s belled nipples sounding. As much as the costume humiliated Maria, seeing Denise in the identical predicament was maddeningly arousing. Throughout the day, Maria had to fight the unwanted urge to stare at Denise’s wonderful tits so beautifully framed in lace and leather. She cursed herself each time she found herself drinking in the sight of Denise’s legs and ass exposed when she leaned forward at the waist.

Foxx seemed pleased with their progress when he finally returned. As they were finishing off – Maria dusting the many shelves of sex toys that she could never remember using and Denise folding the last of the laundry – they could here Foxx setting up something in the living room. Curiosity and fear mixed inside Maria, but as she finished she felt that hiding away was only delaying the inevitable, so the re-joined Foxx and Denise in the living room.

Foxx had set up two of what looked like padded sawhorses with a couple of tripods off the sides of them. Before she had too much time to figure it out, both she and Denise were led towards them. Brought right up against it, Maria’s ankles were released from the chain only to be pulled wide, spreading her legs, and the cuffs were locked to the legs of the sawhorse. Her wrists were drawn back behind her and her cuffs were locked together. Once immobilized this way, she waited while Foxx repeated the procedure with Denise.

Foxx returned his attention to Maria, releasing the link between her wrist cuffs only long enough to reconnect them in front and use them to pull her forward over the sawhorse, locking the cuffs to a short length of chain at the base. Lengths of rope were attached to the sides of her gag and were fasted to something out of her view (she assumed it was the top of the sawhorse) and they were tightened enough to pull her head up, facing straight forward as she was bent over. Her face was flushed, not only from the uncomfortable position, but from knowing how clearly her ass and pussy must be displayed. With her head fixed in place, she couldn’t see Foxx continue, but she assumed he was again repeating the humiliation on Denise.

Foxx temporarily moved away from both of them, leaving them uncomfortably bent forwards and testing their bonds. When he returned he rolled a pair of televisions on metal stands in front of both of them. Maria now knew one more reason her head was fixed tight, as she would have no choice but to face the TV. As Foxx turned on the set in front of her and the image came into view, she could tell that it was not a video this time, but rather a live close-circuit view of Denise, indeed trussed up just like she was, granted by a camera that was just off to her side, mounted on the tripod she had gotten a glimpse of. Beyond, she caught sight of herself as well, but she was mostly blocked by the squirming form of Denise. Again her mind was twisted – she knew that she looked just like Denise right now, bent over and helpless, and the shame of it was achingly real, but she couldn’t escape the lust she felt looking at Denise this way. Her mind was full of images of being able to bend down and push her tongue between Denise’s spread legs. When Foxx kneeled down to pull open Denise’s top, letting her fleshy tits fall free, Maria felt a surge of thanks to him, even as just moments later she was horrified to hear her nipple bells chime as the act was repeated on her. But bound up tight as she was, all she could do was watch.

Both girls squirmed in their bonds. From the nature of the sounds and sights, Maria could tell that Denise was fighting her helplessness, but that she was spared the deep sense of humiliation that her own mind was filled with. Denise’s only frustration seemed to be her inability to get at Maria. She continued to giggle as Maria’s struggles shock her swaying breasts and rang her bells. And as Maria could only watch the massive orbs of Denise’s breasts hanging and swaying, she felt the weight of her own. Even now, the weight and size of her own tits was something she couldn’t quite get used to. On Denise somehow they seemed to be perfectly shaped orbs, but on her own body she could only see them as shamefully oversized and completely dominating her appearance.

The doorbell’s chime shocked both Maria and Denise into silent stillness. Their eyes were wide, straining to move their heads to gain some view of who might be at the door. Foxx did not seem at all surprised and emerged from his room in dress pants and a crisp white shirt to open the door and greet his guests. Maria was in tears, her body shaking. Of course Foxx had them cleaning all day; he was having a party. And she and Denise had been transformed into obscene decorations.

Maria could tell from their voices that the two guests that entered were men. As Foxx went to get them drinks, the two made their way quickly over to the two bound girls, laughing with gleeful unbelief at the sight they beheld.

“Oh god, look at those fine asses, bent over and ready,” one purred.

“Oh yeah, and look,” the other replied as he dragged his fingers up between Denise’s spread thighs, “these sluts are already wet and wanting.”

They were both still laughing as Foxx returned with their beer. Minutes later, two more men arrived. They too came over for lewd comments and groping while Foxx got their drinks.

All Maria could see was the television in front of her, where she could see each grope given to Denise. The five men were all behind them in the living room. At first they seemed to satisfy themselves with long looks, rude comments and passing gropes but it wasn’t long before Foxx brought out rolling carts full of toys for them to investigate. The carts were placed close behind each of them so that they were visible in the camera shot their vision was restricted to, and so it was made abundantly clear how the investigation of the toys would take place.

With a fresh drink in hand, one of the men approached and started with his hands roaming over Maria’s spread thighs and up to her ass. His fingers probed more intimately, and his enjoyment increased when he found her shaved pussy warm and wet – he assumed it was from his own presence. He used the cold neck of his beer bottle to take up some of Maria’s nectar before his next sip. He then reached around her body, squeezing her full dangling tits, shaking them and making her bells sound out. Maria was helpless but to moan loudly into her gag as he started to push one of the dildos on display up into her sex. Her eyes shut tight as she felt the toy in his hands, pushing and stretching her as he spun it deep into her. Once it was fully inside her, he simply left it there and diverted his attention to Denise. Now at least Maria could watch him. Feeling the wide toy inside her, she felt her inner muscles gripping at it tightly as she watched the man’s hands now sliding over Denise’s flesh, up the insides of her thighs, over her ass, lifting her skirt up even higher. He reached down between her legs and pinched hard and her stiff nipples, shaking her breasts with them.

It was driving Maria mad – one minute all she could feel was the horror of being trapped like this and having some stranger see her exposed, not only naked but dressed up like a slut and bent over like a whore, the next minute she wanted to be him, to have her own hands roaming over Denise, touching that smooth flesh, or just to slide beneath her and suckle and those tits. With a groan she realized that the dildo was sliding out of her and she couldn’t stop it – she’d gotten soaking wet letting her imagination run wild. She fought to grip it again, but it was too late. Just as she watched a little egg shaped vibrator being popped into poor Denise’s tight ass, the dildo slid out of her cunt with a wet slurp and fell to the floor.

“Ohhhh, not big enough for you, slutty?” he asked mockingly. Maria could feel her face burning. “Maybe something bigger then.” Sure enough, he selected a dildo even larger than the last, covered with raised rings, and was guiding it slowly but surely up inside her. With a guttural laugh, he slapped her ass and returned to the others, leaving Denise groaning and swaying, the vibrator inside her working its magic, and leaving Maria in the embarrassing position of having the last three inches of a black rubber cock dangling out of her cunt.

The evening continued on this way for Maria and Denise. They would be left in a state of partial arousal with one toy or another never quite completing its job. Then the tormenter would leave them to view each other’s predicament on their television screens while he got a fresh beer or just exchanged high-fives with his comrades, congratulating each other on their use of the party favors.

Their use got only faster and faster. Soon all of the guests were gathered around the girls, using two or more toys at once on each of them. Maria was near mad with lust after about an hour of this, panting around her gag as she felt a long thin vibrator dripping with thick lube pressed up into her tight ass while a thick, textured dildo was being moved in and out of her cunt with agonizing slowness. She could feel her juices drip down her spread thighs. Displayed in front of her, she saw the source of Denise’s rumbling moans, as a vibrating plug had been pushed inside her ass, and her dripping pussy was receiving the attention of two men, one sliding another vibrator in and out of her while the other was working at her clit with another vibrator that was plugged into the wall.

Maria was being pushed and prodded farther beyond need and lust, the sensations of the toys working her physically while the image of Denise’s similar ordeal tortured her imagination. But she was left on the edge, not able to arrive completely at an orgasm she now desperately craved. She was drooling madly around her gag, but part of her was thankful for it because she knew if her mouth were free she’d be screaming and begging for release.

Then all of a sudden it all stopped at once. The vibrators were shut off and slid out of them, the dildos as well were tugged wetly from them. The moan of desperation came in stereo from Maria and Denise at once.

Then Foxx was before them, and was removing Denise’s gag. Once it was out of her, he asked her, “Denise, are you a slutty whore that needs to cumm?”

“Yessssss,” was her immediate response.

Maria was next. She was able to swallow once the gag was removed, and she felt his hands on her chin, drawing her eyes into his as he asked her, “Maria, are you a needy slut, with a dripping cunt, that begs us to be able to cum?”

There were tears in Maria’s eyes as she answered, but she knew there was no doubt of it – every inch of her body was screaming the answer to her mind. “Yes, I am,” the words babbled out of her.

“And are you two sluts going to let these men use you in order to get to cum?” Foxx continued to torment them. Both Maria and Denise answered quickly in the affirmative, though Maria’s eyes were now cast down to the floor.

The answer seemed to please all the men, as they quickly began to move. Before either woman knew exactly what was happening, there was a man both in front and behind them. Maria’s moan as she felt a man’s stiff cock push into her cunt was quickly stifled as another cock entered her mouth. The man she was now sucking on had pushed the television monitor aside but she was able to see it in the corner of her eye, and there was Denise being doubly penetrated as well. Each thrust of the man behind Maria into her wet pussy drove her forward, not only her body against the sawhorse she was bound do, but also her mouth deeper onto the other man’s pulsing shaft. She could feel him so warm and full in her mouth. Her need was so great that she actually loved the feel real flesh inside her sex, but her mind still rebelled against sucking on this stranger’s cock. She had always thought the act was disgusting, not to mention the harsh salty taste. Her body’s needs overrode her mind though, and she sucked urgently on the member as it plunged into her mouth, pushing into the tightness of her throat.

The men, in their own way, seemed to be as eager as she felt, and they pumped into her with speed and urgency, their thrusts were deep and fast. Watching these two women teased with toys for so long had been more than enough foreplay for them. After a few minutes of the men pumping into her, Maria felt their member’s start to twitch. Seconds later, she felt the near simultaneous release of them both, feeling shaft inside her pussy spasming and shooting its load up into her and then feeling and tasting the explosion of cum into her mouth. Both kept pumping at her, driving their seed farther into her. Maria felt fingers tight in her hair, pulling her face closer to him, and the last shots of his cum were driven right down her throat before he slowly pulled out of her. Feeling both thick loads inside her, hearing the moans of Denise harmonize with her own, the full nature of her use flashing in her mind, she finally came. It hit her like a brick wall; she screamed and shook, rattling her bonds. Every muscle was tight, bright roaming starts appeared, and with a deep guttural moan, she passed out.

When she drifted awake she found she was still bound tight over the sawhorse, the taste of semen sharp in her mouth. She was gagged again, and the television was back in place in front of her. The camera had been moved back a bit, it seemed, and zoomed closer in, as the screen was full of Denise’s tight ass exposed below her skirt, and cum was slowly oozing out of her. With the image before her, Maria mind made sense of her own senses, and realized with horror that she too was leaking the evidence of her use. Behind them were the sounds of the party breaking up, with men finishing their drinks with thanks for their host. Maria’s whole body shook as she started to weep.

Maria was back in her cage when she woke. She recognized the sun’s direction to be indicating morning. As she moved, she still sensed a bit of soreness in her muscles, but not as bad as she’d feared. Not long after she started to move around and wake fully, Foxx appeared and opened the cage. She didn’t move to exit right away.

“Hurry it up, pet, another Monday awaits,” he said while tapping on the side of cage.

Maria shook her head as she crawled out. Another Sunday gone, she cursed to herself.

The skirt Foxx had selected for her today was knee length latex, but was so tight that it restricted her stride as effectively as the hobble chain had. So tight as well, that Foxx was forced to strap in her dildo even before she even put it on. The black top was even worse. It had long sleeves and a high neckline but the fabric was completely sheer. Her swollen breasts, her dark nipples and most the gleaming rings that pierced them were clearly visible. The jacket she was allowed over it managed to cover her nipples and a bit more of her when it was closed, but she knew that it would be a constant struggle to stay decent.

One at the office, Deb’s outfit put hers to shame. She was squeezed into a short, clingy red dress. The neckline plunged far down between her breasts and the deep V was pulled together by a metal ring sown into the fabric. A shiny chain was also visible, that some might think was part of the dress, but Maria knew it was the chain dangling between her nipple rings.

Deb cooed to her that she looked so beautiful today after looking her up and down from head to toe with a none-too-discrete lick of her lips. Along with her humiliation, Maria felt a fresh pang of guilt, seeing her assistant reduced to such a bimbo. She was aware that her arrival had sent a quiver of lust through Deb, much as seeing Deb’s deep crevice of cleavage had affected her. In that dress, there was certainly no way for Deb to hide it as her nipples stiffened. But the look in Deb’s eyes made it clear that hiding her arousal, or her body for that matter, was that furthest thing from her mind. Deb felt a twinge of pure pleasure each time she felt a pair of eyes roam over her tanned flesh. Maria’s own body reacted with lust and her thoughts turned to jealously of the ignorant glee Deb enjoyed. She fled into her office.

Maria prepared to clear her mind and start work, but not five minutes later, Deb let herself in.

“What is it, Deb?” Maria inquired, irritated. It was hard enough to work with a dildo strapped into her cunt and essentially naked under her jacket, without having her mind jerked back to the urge to drag her tongue down the slit of that dress.

“A message from Master Foxx, Ma’am,” Deb replied in a throaty whisper. Deb moved closer, and as Maria went to push herself away from her desk she found that her body wasn’t responding. She was helpless but to sit there as Deb leaned in, straining her dress’s fabric further, and pushed the speakerphone button on Maria’s phone.

“Hello, Maria,” Foxx’s voice seemed to fill the room. “Debbie has some things to show you, so I’ve made sure you’ll do what she says. Be a good girl for her.”

He had barely finished speaking before Deb was behind Maria, sliding her jacket down off her shoulders. Maria’s eyes shot to the door, noticing that it wasn’t locked. She felt her heart pounding. Her attention was drawn back quickly, though, as Deb’s fingers were gripping at her right nipple, teasing it. The fingers that pinched at her stiffened bud slid off, but the sheer fabric was still trapped between them. Maria saw that Deb had scissors in her other hand, and she could only watch as Deb used them to cut at her top. As the scissors cut through the pinched fabric it released, leaving a small hole perfectly placed over Maria’s nipple. Deb giggled with glee and repeated the procedure at Maria’s left breast. Maria was able to look down to see her nipples stand out even more sharply, the rings gleaming out in the open.

Deb now turned her attention to the computer on Maria’s desk. She hopped up onto the desk, facing Maria, crossing her legs. Maria could see much more of her than she wanted to. Humming some tune and filled with glee, Deb gathered up the keyboard in her lap while Maria was left facing the screen. Deb opened up the internet browser and started typing in the address of a website. Even before the warning page flashed up identifying the site as pornographic, Maria realized that it was one of the sites she’d fired Foxx for visiting. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘that seemed like years and a whole world ago.’

Deb didn’t say anything to her, but seemed to just enjoy weaving her way through the site. It was immediately clear that the site focused on sex toys and fetish attire. The first images were all close-ups: a woman’s ass not at all covered by a tiny skirt, pussy lips swelling out of a skin-tight pair of crotchless panties, ample breasts squeezed into and out of a leather corset, a pair of thin wrists trapped tight in silver studded leather cuffs. They got more and more graphic and erotic at the same time, and Maria could feel her juices flowing around the dildo trapped inside her. There were strap-on dildos being modeled, thin leather straps tight around the base of a woman’s breasts – trapping them like full balloons, nipples so stiff, the flesh even beginning to redden, a wide variety of gags spreading painted lips. The images started to pull back, showing more toys and more settings: a woman’s arms were trapped behind her and trapped from fingers to shoulders in a leather enclosure while she was lowering herself onto a dildo strapped onto another woman’s thigh, a woman’s gloved fist tugged at a silver chain attached to rings in another’s pierce nipples pulling the full tits up, another woman trapped in a tight hogtie by gleaming white rope and leather straps.

Maria knew the truth long before the images showed her tattoo or her face. She was looking at herself, over and over. When the images finally did show faces and full bodies, she could see that some were her alone, some were her trussed up alongside Denise and others featured Deb. Maria wondered if it was some kind of irony or perverse joke that Deb was always dressed and acting in the role of Dominatrix in the photos. Perched on her desk, Deb was clearly enjoying the show. Her thighs were now spread, her dress riding very high. Now and again she would reach down to tease her own glistening lips. The smell of those juices filled Maria’s nose.

Foxx was trying to drive her mad, she decided. She was frozen, inches away from Deb’s writhing body. Somehow, with that damn software of his, Foxx had made her lust after women like Deb, and Denise, with every fibre of her being. Half of her was driven to distraction by the toy inside her, the erotic images and the very real slut her assistant had become that she ached to devour. The other half of her, however, was running quickly through all the possibilities for discovery and ruin. This was a public website, and she was spread all over it. It wasn’t even some hidden porn site – each image proudly proclaimed that the toys being used for sale. Anyone could find this, and she’d never be able to live it down. All she had been able to salvage through her entire ordeal was that she’d been able to hang on to the little bit of her life that was the business she had fought to build. She didn’t know how she could take such a public hit to her reputation. She was sure that not only would all of her clients desert her, but her staff would as well. More and more it seemed that the “if” of her complete discovery and humiliation was turning into “when.”

Then Deb navigated to a final page of the website, boasting of the latest news and products. Deb actually giggled as Maria’s eyes widened as she read the words:

“Endless Pleasure Products is proud to announce that it is under new ownership, and is now a wholly owned subsidiary of Delacruz Industries. Owner, Maria Delacruz, is so happy to be able to offer up these fine instruments of pleasure and play that not only has she become the feature model of our products, but she is also announcing a new contest. With every purchase over $25.00, you will be entered into a draw. The grand prize is none other than our owner herself. The winner will receive $5,000.00 worth of our products, and a full weekend with Maria Delacruz at your mercy, so that you can try them all out.”

Below the text was a nearly full-screen photo of Maria on her knees, her wrists tied tight behind her, ropes trapping her thighs wide open, grinning madly around a bright red ball gag, with “WIN ME” carefully painted in bright red letters across her ample breasts. Standing behind her, dressed in a rainbow of tight and tiny outfits were not only Denise and Maria, but what seemed like every female staff member she had. The thought that she didn’t remember all of them having such large tits was echoing through her mind as she passed out.

TO BE CONTINUED

Master PC: Gaps in Time, part 5