Master Controller Act 06: Reputation

On his way, he pulled out his tablet and began to review the research from Division 4. They had been spending quite a while in the research of next generation transmitting devices. This could be a major game changer for his future plans. He already had ideas of how he could merge their tech with his own, and this put him in a very good mood.

When he finally got home, he was pleased to see Mary waiting by the door. He walked up to her, and just for fun, pulled the front of her blouse down and began playing with her recently enlarged breasts. Her eyes shut with the concentration of trying to stay upright and not moan, but her legs began to shake, and her increased breathing released piteous noises that betrayed her physical reaction.

Mark had been pulling Jenny with him and said, "Mary, this is our new pet. She'll be moving in. I'd very much like it if you would make sure she is properly domesticated," Mark then moved one hand to under her petticoated black maid's skirt and said, "can you do that for me?"

"Y-y-yes, sir. Anything to please y-you." She said through gritted teeth and between short gasps of breath.

"Excellent! I knew I could count on you. I feel you should be 'rewarded'."

Mary, fixed a look of pure joy on her Master, though Mark had to strain a bit to see it. She, already being 4 inches taller than him, towered over him in her 6 inch heels. In the time before, she would wear heels to make Mark feel diminished, but now he felt the power and confidence of felling such a foe.

He beckoned her to follow him, as he sauntered to the living room sofa. Her eagerness practically screaming on her face. As he turned to sit, she remained standing hoping that the profile of her body with the lustrous curves, combined with the easy view up her skirt to her expectant lips, would be enough to once again draw the Heavenly Elixir from her Master's scepter.

However, he didn't release his manhood, instead, he tugged her ever closer, and pulled her skirts down. Then, he reached for the waistband of her ruffled, black panties and pulled those down as well, all the way to the floor. With a little urging, and some assistance, she lifted one leg away from the garments, and used the next one to kick them away, leaving her legs parted as her Master had commanded.

He delved in with His tongue, lapping and sucking. Were it not for His command to stand up she would have fallen limply to the floor like cloth. Despite herself, she placed one hand on her Master's head, as he continued his machinations, and the other hand was put to use stimulating her breasts and nipples. His hands were put to use massaging her toned legs and plump ass cheeks.

She was lost, and the arousal was almost painful. Her body still couldn't climax without his semen. She wanted to beg, but had completely lost her voice. All she could do was let loose tiny whimpers.

Then he stopped, leaned back, lowered his pants, and invited her on. Her knees quickly gained purchase on either side of him, and she lowered upon His rod with the utmost of ease, her opening was slick with His saliva and her own juices.

She bounced with the fervor of someone gone mad, as if her very existence depended on this coming to completion, and he was loving it.

She felt the all too familiar swelling of him within her, followed by the explosion. Not just of his cock erupting deep in her cradle, but of her own orgasmic event setting every nerve in her body on fire. She did not scream, but howled with a deep guttural intonation as everything had come to a head. Then, she collapsed, her head landing softly on the sofa's back cushion, and her breasts nuzzled against His face. She wished she could stay here forever.

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During this entire day, Jenny had remained under the compulsion to not move unless as directed, but she had been fully aware of all that was transpiring, and fully able to process all that her body was going through. A prisoner of her own body, she had felt every piercing going through, and had tasted the urine she was forced to clean up. Now in the monster's house, she dared not guess at what further torture he would subject her to.

After slipping from under the maid's body. He picked up her chain and walked her towards the back of the home. She saw a beautiful room overlooking the expansive back yard through several glass wall panels. The room was tastefully decorated with several cushions on the floor, and an odd metal ring situated in the center. He affixed the end of the leash to the ring, took a few steps back, and clapped his hands twice.

Suddenly she was free! She could move, speak, everything. Mark was duly impressed by the raw volume of creative cussing she was able to utter. She caved in and hunkered down on her haunches trying her best to cover her shame, but there was really no point. She also couldn't move to far, otherwise the chains would pull on all the most sensitive parts of her body.

Mark sat on one of the cushions and let her keep yelling and screaming. After a bit of time, Mary joined them having straightened herself out from the previous event.

Mark ordered, "Quiet!" and Jenny went silent, he turned to Mary and said, "Mary, I want you to take good care of our bitch. Make sure she gets plenty of exercise, gets food and water, and make sure you take her out for a bathroom break throughout the day."

At this statement, Jenny's eyes opened wide, and she started trying to refuse, Mary simply responded, "Yes, sir. I will happy to see to it."

"Good. If I see she is doing well, I will be sure to reward both of you." Mary blushed fiercely at the prospect, "remember, she may look like a person, but she is just a bitch. From now on, let's call her Ms. Fluffers. Right, Ms. Fluffers, who's a good girl." Mark said this last part at a higher lilt, and to Jenny's dismay her butt started shaking.

"Good Girl, Ms. Fluffers." And like that, Jenny realized she was no longer Jenny, she was forced into servitude to this twisted freak as Ms. Fluffers, and her body was no longer her own.

Despite her body shaking, her eyes streamed tears down on the floor.

Chapter 10 -- They are Watching

Lily had been an agent with the National Revenue Service for several years now. While her look was that of a sexy Latina, with her naturally tanned skin, long rich black hair, and lithe body, she was ALL business. She took her position very seriously, and made sure all agents under her did as well.

So when the file came across her desk of a citizen who had seemingly come into enormous wealth, stocks and assets, seemingly overnight, her hackles rose. They would begin the tedious task of investigating this "Crystal" and find out how exactly she suddenly became so prosperous.

If anything was amiss, they would find it, and they would bring her down for it.

Chapter 11 -- April in the Wild

As much fun as Mark was having at his mansion, and he loved the fact that he had one, he had another victim to check in on. His driver drove him to the requested address which was a nice enough apartment complex in East Town. He knew the apartment number, and knocked on the door. About ten seconds later April opened the door, realized it was him, and tried to shut the door, but for some reason couldn't.

Mark stepped inside, and snapped his fingers. Immediately, April pulled up her t-shirt and stuck the fabric in her mouth, and began to massage and fondle her very large breasts. She writhed in place, trying to release the shirt from her mouth, trying to pull her hands from this perverse display, but she couldn't.

Mark strolled around and went into her bedroom, beckoning April to follow. Writhing all the way, she still answered his call and walked into the bedroom after him.

Perusing her closet, he took note of a few articles, and set them aside. Then he walked over to her dresser, and began opening one drawer after another. Finding a few items, he set them aside too. All the while, April continued to play with her chest slowly, but surely driving her arousal up as her fingers lightly danced across her nipples. She tried to keep an eye on what Mark was doing with her things, but it was nearly impossible to concentrate.

After a short while, Mark came up behind her and pulled her jeans down. Adding insult to injury, he tsked, not at all impressed by her underwear. Then, by pulling up on the back of the shirt, he removed it baring her in her underwear to the intruder. She felt vulnerable and angry at the same time.

He laid clothes out on the bed, and told her to get dressed, then sat on a chair in the corner and watched.

The clothing he had picked out were trashy and slutty. It was a glimmery dress that barely covered her ass, and instead of normal over-the-shoulder straps, this dress sported an around the neck style with a "port hole" displaying her expansive cleavage, perked up and easy to reach. There was no bra, but a pair of extremely small, see-through thong panties which disappeared completely up her crack. Finally, the shoes were gold-glittery high heel set with 6 inch pumps and semi open toed.

Mark looked her up and down and commented, "Not bad, you whore-up well."

She looked away, and mumbled incoherently, Mark was sure it was nothing nice. He said they were going out, and told her to follow. She did, and got into the back seat of His car.

As they began to drive, Mark, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock which was quickly becoming stiff again, and pulled April's mouth onto it. While she was put to work, he reached down, and found the easy access to her breasts quite convenient. The drive lasted nearly 15 minutes, and it wasn't until the last couple of minutes of the trip, that Mark was finally brought to completion into April's mouth.

He had enjoyed the slow rhythmic lapping of his dick in her mouth, but soon he was ready to get it over with. With determined force, he pushed on the back of her head, until nearly his full girth was in her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and coughed, which only added to the erotic sensation of his member, and finally let him explode straight down her throat. He held her there for another second, until finally releasing her to cough and gasp for air.

"One down, four to go," he casually mentioned to her.

Once she had come back to her sense, he pulled her close, and whispered instructions into her ear. She writhed under the attention, and shook her head, willing herself to refuse his commands.

"You're almost out of time. You'd better get to it."

She was pushed out, and the door shut as the car drove away. It was at that moment she realized, that she had no ID, money, or phone. But she did have a phone number.

She mustered all of her willpower as she drew near to the seedy bar she had been deposited at. She began a mantra in her head of "I won't do it, I won't do it, I won't do it" praying the words were true. She saw a man standing off from the entrance, and walked up to him, trying to gather her confidence back. She was a hot piece, and could talk him into helping without having to offer anything more. No problem.

"Excuse me sir," the man turned to look at her, saw her, and grinned widely. She had him, she was going to ask to borrow his phone, call a cab, and get the fuck out of there, "I need to make a call, so can I suck your cock and borrow your phone."

The man was astonished, but nowhere near as much as she was. Did she just say that?! She tried again, "I just need to make a quick call" she tried to stop there, but her mouth kept going despite her frantic attempts, "so let me suck your cock right now, and then you can let me make a call."

The guy wasn't expecting so abrupt behavior, but he wasn't one to let an opportunity slip. He walked a little bit out of the way into an alley, and leaned up against the wall. Immediately, she hunkered down, pulled out his smelly cock, and got to work. She did so with much more gusto than she ever had before. Though the number of times she had been actually done a guy the favor were very few.

While the man recouped, he handed her his unlocked smart phone, and she moved to the phone app. She tried to put in a number for a cab service, or a friend, or anyone, but her fingers ignored her wants and automatically dialed in a number she had never seen before.

"Hello." She heard Mark say on the other line.

"Please! Make it stop!" she pleaded, not knowing what else to say.

"Two down, three to go ... or else." And then the line went dead.

The man walked up to her and pressed his body to hers. She turned quickly and pushed him away, then gave him his phone back. He walked away annoyed, calling her a whore as he left.

She couldn't do this. Surely there was another way out. She tried to walk away from the bar, but as she got half a block away, she was stopped, as if by an invisible field. She couldn't escape.

Another man, having seen her stop in her tracks, cat called after her as he neared. He was filthy and fat, and her stomach turned at the thought of even touching this slob of a man.

She tried to call out for him to go fuck himself, but again her mouth betrayed her.

"Hey, I need to make a call. How about I suck off your fat juicy cock and you let me borrow your phone?"

Her hands flew to her mouth after the words had escaped, but the guy had heard them loud and clear,

"Sounds like a plan, skank. Let's do it!"

As she approached the disgusting pig, so keen on using her body for his personal gratification, a small tear escaped one eye. She drew nearer to him, and made as if to bend down, but he held her by her shoulders and led her down the same alley.

Again, she was about to bend down, but the guy said, "Not so fast sugartits, I want to see the goods."

That's when he pulled up her skirt, and pulled her close. She felt his grubby hands all over her ass, and her thighs, and then they climbed her body up to her breasts. He pushed the material in, and let the glorious mounds of flesh fall out from the sides. He massaged them roughly, and took a turn sucking on each nipple. As much as she hated it, the physical attention was driving her mad with arousal.

He pulled one hand from her chest and reached down, fiddling with his pants, and a moment later, he reached for her hand and had her start stroking his rapidly stiffening cock to full mast. Finally, he felt ready. He pushed her to her knees, and began to face fuck her. His member was not as big as Mark's, but still hurt her throat gagging her violently, while his gut cut off airflow to her nose. He quickly came and jutted his seed down her mouth.

Relieved to be done with him, she finally made the next call, and Mark said, "Two to go, and you only have 15 minutes left. You'd better hurry." Then disconnected.

No! She refused to play this sick fucks sadistic game. She wasn't going to make any other move, and show him she was still in charge of her life.

Unfortunately, after the fifteen minutes were over, her body immediately started moving toward the bar. She opened the door loudly, pulled her dress off of her body as she walked through the bar area, catching the attention of all the patrons, and went to the table furthest in the back. Then, she bent over the table, pulled her flimsy thong down, and parted her ass cheeks wide. The men at this particular establishment didn't need telling twice.

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Twenty minutes later, her ass having been filled by more men than she was able to count, and completely covered from face to ass in the white filmy fluid by every guy in the bar, and with the taste of dozens of cocks and their individual musks in her mouth, it was finally over.

She slowly got up, and shuffled to the door. She was her own again, and she just wanted to leave. She couldn't find her dress, so she went outside wearing only the thong and her high heels. Mark's car drove up and the back window rolled down.

She had hoped he would open the door, but instead said, "You're filthy, you need to get cleaned up before you come into my car. There's a place just down the street, you can follow us there."

And the car started moving. She followed as closely as she could, hoping the car would provide some cover. Many onlookers cat called her as she went down the street, nude and disgusting.

The 'place' he was talking about was a self-service car wash. Mark got out and looked at the machine that asked for 50 cents. Then he meaningfully looked at her.

"I seriously doubt you'll be able to get anything the way you are now, so I'll lend you the money."

He pointed to the side of the wall, and she walked over to it. Then he put in two quarters and began to "wash" April down. It was cold, and the pressure was painful. He started to focus on her crotch, and the constant pressure was too much. She screamed out in another orgasm, long having lost count of how many she had had this night.

"Maybe next time, you'll try a little harder to make your quota before you run out of time."

Then they both got in the car.

Chapter 12 -- Software Upgrade

Mark went back home. He had had his fun with April, and she knew that this would be a nightly occurrence. He might lower to the weekends, but maybe later.

As he walked through the front door, he could see Mary, leash in hand taking Jenny outside. Jenny looked up at Mary with tear strewn eyes begging for mercy, but Mary just stood there and waited. Jenny clutched at her stomach, willing her body not to give in to its natural urges, however after a moment Jenny emptied her bowels onto the sod, off to the side of the lot. Mark was proud of his maid for taking to her instruction so well. He would have to reward her later.

He headed down to the lower level, where his office was, and passed Crystal's room as he went. He heard loud noises of lust and debauchery and knew that her new toy was doing his job well.

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It took time, but Mark was finally able to merge the two technologies, his nanites with Division 4's transmitter tech. The simulations showed green lights across the board, and it was time to begin. He submitted the specs to the manufacturing plant and put a rush order in. By tomorrow morning it would be ready.

While he waited, he reviewed his other projects that were coming to fruition. Soon his empire would be total, and he would start bringing in more victims for his pleasure.

There was a knock at the door, and he called out to allow entrance. Crystal strolled in, wearing a gorgeous gold camisole nightie, and nothing else by the look of it.

"I wanted to thank you for my toy, Master."

"You're very welcome. It sounds like you two are having fun."

Crystal's eyes darkened into a sultry stare, and she bit her lower lip, "Oh, yes, Master. So much fun."

Mark smiled, "Good. I'm glad you like your gift."

Crystal drew near to her Master, slowly, silkily, gracefully, and as she got close enough, she dropped to her knees before him. Mark was mesmerized.

"I wish to properly thank you, Master. Please let your servant pleasure you."

How could Mark refuse?

*Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone that has read my stories. I currently have planned about 20 to 22 stories total for this saga, and look forward to your thoughts on each one as I am able to post them. I understand some of you think the material a bit harsh, and I would ask that if you don't care Surprisingly enough, I am not a misogynist, rather a happily married man. Unfortunately, though, this story is from a great deal of experience. Still, this is my therapy, I have nothing but the utmost respect for women and their struggles.