0 comments/ 23975 views/ 7 favorites Master PC: Gaps in Time By: 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. CHAPTER 1 Maria Delacruz sat behind the desk in her office, idly browsing through her email. She had an unpleasant task to complete for the afternoon, and she just wanted it over. One of her employees, a young man not too long out of university she recalled, had been spending his time browsing through erotic websites and other improper pursuits online when he should have been working. His supervisor had warned him before, but he just tried to hide it after that, and was not successful. The straw that broke the camel's back was he had tied up a significant portion of the office's network bandwidth this week downloading some huge application. The report said it was called MasterPC or something like that, but she was just tired of the hassle. She would much rather concentrate on the business that she had worked to build that deal with some pervert. Maria was an attractive, slim woman in her mid 30's. She had dedicated herself to her company, and building it and maintaining it took a lot of hard work. As a result, she was very successful, but she had never married. She was desired in her social circle, but she never really had the time to dedicate to dating, not to mention weeding out those men just interested in her money, or just sex for that matter. She much preferred to divide her time between work, the gym, personal relaxation and keeping touch with a couple of long standing friends. Finally the young man arrived, announced by Maria's secretary over the intercom. Once he entered her large office, she invited him to sit, and got right down to the task. "Mr. Foxx, as you know we've had to warn you about your use of the internet on company time. I was saddened recently to hear that this use hasn't stopped, and has indeed expanded from a couple websites to chatting online and downloading rather sizable files for personal use. I'm afraid we can't accept this, and as a result I'm going to have to let you go, effective immediately. You can head back to your desk to collect your things, but today will have to be your last day." To Maria's surprise, he didn't even argue. He gave her a bit of a strange look during parts of her prepared speech, but at the end he just muttered out an "okay, sorry" and picked up his briefcase and left her office. She couldn't quite tell if he was angry, embarrassed or scared, but she didn't care all that much. She just shook her head, and was thankful there had been no loud scene or argument. And, with this task done, she could look forward to the weekend. She was in such a good mood that she poked her head out of her office door and gave her assistant the okay to clear out early. She head back to her desk and started to clear up her own papers, filing everything in order for next week. She suddenly felt very tired. "Wow," she thought, "I'm beat - I guess the whole long week is just hitting me now." She decided a quick rest might be in order, and she kicked off her heels and stretched our for a 15 minute break on the leather sofa she had splurged on for a seating area in her office. "Ah, just what the doctor ordered," she mused as her eyes drifted shut. She awoke with a stretch and a bit of a groggy feeling, but feeling much more relaxed. As she sat up she felt an odd soreness in the muscles of her lower back, which she attributed to the couch. What she is unable to account for, however, is a lower soreness - lower as in her vagina and even more in her ass. She decided just to wait for it to go away, which would prove it was nothing and she was just being a hypochondriac. As she gathered her bag and prepared to head home, she shot a glance out her office window and admire the late afternoon sun. Then she stopped in her tracks. Late afternoon sun? She looked at her watch and was shocked to find out that it was four o'clock in the afternoon. Saturday afternoon. That was one hell of a nap. She sighed and started to make her way home, frustrated that she had slept away half of her weekend, but relieved at least that she had a new explanation for a few more sore muscles. Nearly 24 hours on that couch would mess up anyone's body. She just shook her head. Monday morning arrived far too fast, after her little overgrown nap had forced all of her errands and weekend activities into one day off. It was an average morning, a bit of email catch-up, reviewing status reports from the past week, and starting to put together an ad to fill the opening of staff after Friday's firing. She has decided on just quick bit of lunch and forces herself out of the office at 12:30 or so to grab a salad. Even though she's eating light, she heads to her favourite restaurant with, a couple of reports in hand to read while she eats. The host recognizes her with a smile and seats her in a quiet back booth. Knowing the menu by heart, she just gives him her order as she sits. Polishing off the delicious chicken Caesar salad, she sits her mineral water and turns to the paperwork she's brought. After such a rushed Sunday, she feels beat, and her head rests back against the booths soft plush fabric. She forces her eyes back open after just a moment, knowing the work she must finish is too great to allow for a break. As she walks the few blocks back to her building, Maria again feels that strange soreness between her legs and in her ass. She's started to get a bit worried about it, and she ponders a call to her doctor this afternoon. She absently notices a bit of an ache and tingle at her breasts as well. When she looks down she realizes that at least part of that feeling may be due to the fact that her nipples have become fully erect. "Calm down, Maria," she tells herself as she looks around to see if her subconscious eye has noticed some fireman or construction worker. Maria nods to her assistant on her way back into the office. "Good to have you back, Ms. Delacruz, we missed you after lunch yesterday." "Yesterday? What do you mean, Deb?" "Oh, it's nothing at all, I just didn't know you weren't coming back after lunch." Maria shakes her head in confusion and walks into her office. She drops down into her chair and looks at her watch. She sees 1:45pm, just as it should be - but then she sees those little letters. It's Tuesday. How the fuck is it Tuesday? She starts to feel her body heat up, her breathing increasing. She can't figure out what's going on. She left for lunch on Monday. She ate at Spinelli's. She closed her eyes for a second, but it's not like she could have fallen asleep for 24 hours undisturbed at a public restaurant, no matter how much she tipped them. And why the hell were her nipples so sore and hard? She went into her private washroom, locked the door behind her, removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. She nearly fainted when she pulled back the lace cups of her bra. Her nipples were pierced and dangling from each of them were thick gold rings. In a daze she reached down to touch them, to make sure they were real. They were, but she just couldn't figure out how. Her nipples were sore and reddened, which made sense as this had clearly been done in the last 24 hours. If fact, her breasts feel sore in general and a bit swollen - not unlike how they felt during PMS, but she was a couple weeks from her time of the month. She decided to remove the rings immediately but upon closer inspection she realized that there was no closure on them. They had been put on her in such a way that they'd had to be cut off. She turned and just slumped against the counter. She also realized with a shock that she couldn't just brush off the other soreness. Her fingers were shaking as she opened the zipper at the side of her skirt and pushed down her panties. No jewellery at least, but her labia were certainly a bit puffed and sore. She needed time to think all this over. She washed up and got re-dressed. She'd figure out what happened; she just needed time and a clear mind. She places a call to the restaurant, to try and confirm when she was there. Pretending she was her assistant, she asked to know when Ms. Delacruz had eaten at the restaurant this week. Both Monday and Tuesday was the reply. She asked to speak with the server on duty, but he was no help - he only recalled her entering and leaving on her own both days. For now her only lead was exhausted, so with a curse under her breath she forced herself to work, hoping more would become clear with time. The week went quickly, but at least with no further incidents. She was getting frustrated with the constant teasing at her nipples that the rings provided, but she hadn't found the time to get them removed, never mind figure out whom to go to for it. But at least it was Friday, and if she could avoid any unplanned naps she would have the whole weekend to try and put this behind her. She realized at around 4:30 that she was just watching the clock and keeping track of her own state of tiredness. "This is crazy," she admitted to herself. Since she owned the company, she decided to give herself the rest of the day off. If she wasn't going to work, she wasn't about to sit there in fear of her own sofa. After her commute home, stepping into her own apartment, she felt a world better. She kicked off her heels, got into a comfortable pair of jeans and sweater, poured herself a glass of wine and slid into her favourite chair. Within minutes she was asleep. She awoke with a start to the sound of the phone. She stumbled over to it and answered with a mumbled, "Hello." "Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Delacruz, it's me, Deb. We hadn't seen you in the office yet this morning and I noticed an appointment in your book for first thing this afternoon so I wanted to remind you, in case you forgot." "What? What time is it?" "It's nearly 11:00, Ms. Delacruz." "11:00? What day?" Maria's head was still a jumbled mess. "Ma'am? It's Monday, of course." She nearly started to cry. "OK, OK, I'll be in before one. What time is that appointment?" "It's at 1:30 Ma'am. I'll see you soon." She rung off, leaving Maria with her dazed thoughts and the sensations of her body slowly making their way to her conscious mind. Once again the soreness was back. There was no denying it, her vagina was sore like she'd been having a lot of sex. She didn't even want to think about what had happened to make her anus feel the way it did. Her breasts were aching. She stumbled into her bathroom to strip and shower. Tears flow to her eyes as she looks over her body. Her breasts are not only sore, but they're also reddened and swollen. On top of that, they're covered all over with dried, flaky residue of something that certainly wasn't there when she sat down. It's over her neck and belly as well, and as she looks further down her body the shock deepens. Her pussy has been shaved bare and her labia and puffed and reddened - not only from some use she can't remember, but also because her sex is now adorned with a small silver ring piercing each of her lips. Above her bare slit she finds a fresh tattoo. At first she can't quite read the gothic script in the mirror, but she soon realizes that it is spelling out "SLUT." In the shower, scrubbing her body clean of whatever has dried over her, tears flow down with the water from the showerhead. Something insane was happening to her. Someone, or is it her, was getting her skin pierced and marked. Was she going out and having sex? She couldn't remember any of it, never mind who that sex might be with. She decided to concentrate on work to get her through yet another day. The warm water and soap helped her flesh at least to feel better. She chose a comfortable skirt and jacket combo and one of her favourite bras for mental and physical comfort. Unfortunately, she couldn't get it to fit. Her breasts were too big. They seemed a full cup size bigger than before. They'd never swollen that bad before. She had to select one of her lower cut bras just to fit cups over them, and even then they nearly spill out over the top of her cups. Her jacket wouldn't close over them either, but she was now out of time for this. At least the open jacket would cover her nipples - she still hadn't gotten used to how the rings keep them stiff so much of the day. And now she had to deal with the touch of the rings between her legs as well. She rushed into her office just in time for the 1:30 appointment. She didn't even remember making any appointments, but at least it would be a diversion. The intercom sounded with Deb's voice, "Mr. Foxx is here for his appointment, Ma'am." "OK, show him in," Maria replied absentmindedly. "Hmmm," she thought to herself, "that name seems really familiar." As he stepped in, she realized why the name has rung a bell. It's was that pervert kid she fired. She didn't have time for this right now. Her life was going to hell, and she was not about to waste her time with some horny 20-something who didn't know well enough not to look at pornography at work. She went to get up and stop him in tracks, but for some reason her body wasn't responding to the impulses from her mind. Now what?! Her frustration was visible on her face, and she realized with increasing shock that she couldn't speak either. Mr. Foxx just smiled at her. "Happy to see me again, Maria? Did you enjoy your weekend?" He laughed out loud. "No, no, don't get up." He took seat opposite her desk as his laughter at his own jokes continued. "Oh, by the way, tell your secretary not to disturb us." She intended to tell him that she'd do no such thing, but instead she felt and heard herself dialling the intercom and telling Deb that she and Mr. Foxx were not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Once that task was complete, she felt her control over her body and voice again drifting from her. "I suppose that you might have some questions about what's been happening to you over the last week or so, not to mention some of your lovely new jewellery," he said. "Well, it all started with a little program that you fired me for downloading, actually. And since you were such a bitch about a little web-surfing, I decided to try it out on you first. I won't go into too much detail, but it's enough to say that it's given me the power to exercise a rather remarkable level of control over you, body and mind. I can make you do whatever I'd like, or for that matter, make you look like whatever I want. Your missing days should convince you of my control of your mind, and I can tell from the way your tits are stuffed into your bra today that you may have noticed some other subtle modifications I've made. You may respond now, if you'd like, but you may only whisper." Her mind filled with obscenities she wanted to scream out, but all that came out of her mouth were soft whispers, "Why? How? Why are you doing this to me? I don't believe it." He just smiled. "I know you've got a lot of questions, and I've got to tell you I'm going to enjoy letting you know the answers. In fact, let's start with that, it will make the rest a lot clearer. Do you have a TV and VCR in here?" She pointed them out to him, in a custom-made wood cabinet facing the casual seating area. Immediately after her arm fell helplessly into her lap once more. He opened the cabinet door, powered up the equipment and slid in an unmarked videotape. "Come, sweetie, have a seat here with me on the sofa." She strained with every fibre to resist, to at least tell him to go to hell, but all that happened was that her body seemingly on its own walked over and sat down next to him, her eyes burning as they caught his self-satisfied grin. As the tape started to play, the screen filled with the images as sound of what was immediately clear as amateur pornography. The camera was roughly moving over the bodies of a man and a woman having rather enthusiastic sex. This girl was all over an attractive but average looking man. Her body showed a bit of the signs of being out of her 20's, but she was still fit and thin, with a nicely curved ass and her breasts were average sized but firm. She chastised herself mentally for admiring the lust that was so evident, seeing those breasts pushed hard against the man's chest. As the camera pulled back, the controlled paralysis of her body was all that kept her from falling out of her chair. It was her! She was fucking (there was no other word to describe it) this man she didn't recognize with obvious lust and desire. She didn't remember any of this-the setting or the man she was first underneath, then on top of. The video jumped to a new situation, and she heard her own voice begging the man to use her ass. Who was this woman on the screen? She'd never wanted that in her life, but there she was, asking for it and getting it. Bending over rather hungrily for it, it seemed. With a rush she started to realize the exact causes of THAT soreness. On the screen she saw her own body quiver a bit as the man's stiff cock was guided into her tight rear opening, but any pain that version of her felt was quickly swallowed by her moans of pleasure. The man's hands gripped her waist and hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he rammed into her, over and over. She watched him tremble and pull out of her, just in time to shoot a generous load of his cum onto her back. Paralyzed on the sofa with her captor she felt the tingling fresh in side her pussy and ass. Could it be some kind of sense memory? Her body seemed to be reacting against her will again, but in a different way. Oh god, was that heat and moisture she felt between her legs? The scene jumped again. This time she was in what looked like a dentist's chair, but she was topless. The camera zoomed it tight to show the latex gloves of a man piercing her nipples. She could watch in detail as the gold rings were fitted on and sealed on, a shield covering the flesh of her breasts from the heat of the jeweller's torch. Just when she though that scene was over, she was given the pleasure of watching herself thank this large, fully muscled and tattooed man with an eager blowjob. Her lips curled in a hungry smile around him and the camera caught all of it. Her fingers worked all over him, her lips kissed up and down the man's stiff shaft, she was sucking him deep and hard, deep-throating him one minute and sucking his balls into her mouth the next. And all with the eager noises of a slut who loved every second of it. The video switched scenes again. How much of this was there? She didn't even have the control over her own body to turn to watch her tormenter. All she could do was sit there, watch, feel the unwanted tingling throughout her body. With a quick jump, the scene changed once more. She didn't see herself, only a group of about 4 or 5 men and a couple of women sitting around a large living room having drinks and chatting. The camera panned from face to face to see their smiles. With a silent sigh and shock she realized that this was her apartment. Suddenly the camera jerked to one side, and there she was - this strange alternate her - walking out into the room, "dressed" in very high heels, fishnet stockings held high by a garter belt, a tiny thong that revealed itself to be crotchless, and some kind of harness around her breasts. It looked to be made of leather straps, sort of the outline of a bra, but no fabric in the cups. Her breasts with those golden rings swayed with each step. Oh god, she was performing for them, an extra sway in her step, making her breasts shake and shimmy. Master PC: Gaps in Time "Do you like what you see, Maria?" His voice startled her out of her trance of watching this unfold. "You may whisper again?" He muted the playback. Enough control returned to allow her to turn to him. "Oh god, how could you do this to me?" Her voice barely scraping out. "You made me into such a slut, a whore - I don't want to dress like that, to act like that!" He smiled back at her. "That's right, Maria, look at you there - you're a complete slut. You've begged to be fucked by strangers, to have them fuck you in the ass. You've had your nipples pierced like some kind of stripper and you paid for it with your slutty mouth. You've done things over the last little while that are quite shocking, my dear." He was laughing now, and with a soft touch he turned her face back to the screen, where she could see herself cutting off those tiny shorts and bending over double with legs spread, exposing her ass and her sex (clearly after the piercings down there) to once of the more eager men, who was groping her eagerly. "And you're going to keep doing those things, dear, and many more." She could feel tears well in her eyes. "Why?" she whispered. "Because I want you to. Because I can make you. Because I found you attractive even before you acted like a bitch and fired me. Because you're so snobby, that it makes it even sweeter to watch you humiliate yourself like a common whore. Oh wait," he stopped himself, "here comes my favourite part. Be quiet and watch." And there she was, on her knees, circled by what appeared to be all of the men from before. Her "bra" was long gone. Once she figured out what was going on, she felt her face burn red. She had a cock in each hand, and she was stroking them for all she was worth. The other two men where being stroked by the other two women. All cocks, however, were pointed at her. "Mmmmm, this is too good to waste, my slut, open up your blouse," he said to his mortified captive. She tried with all that she could to resist, but the uselessness of resistance was wearing on her. Her hands obeyed him instead, and pulled apart the buttons, revealing the slopes of her breasts, pushed high and together by the undersized bra. He glanced around and then walked to her desk. He returned with a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut her bra off of her. She was double humiliated - not only was she now topless before him, her breasts falling free as the pulled the ruined lingerie away, but her nipples were rock hard. The gold rings stood out from her breasts. He stood before her, mimicking the posture of the men on the tape and he tugged out his cock, which was full and stiff. In the corner of her eye she could see his hand working on his trembling cock as the same was happening on the screen. However, while she was trapped in some strange paralysis in her office, the version of her on the tape was eagerly working with both hands and her mouth to urge these unknown men on. She blushed when she heard the words she had uttered, telling them how much she wanted their cum on her. Then it started. One by one the men reached their bursting points. Their cum would shoot all over her chin, her neck and her heaving breasts. The other girls, still pumping, would laugh and join in the urging for the man of the moment. Her eyes would shoot back and forth between the television and the real life throbbing member so close to her body. As the third man on the tape was shooting his load over her, she heard her captor issue a guttural moan and his cum exploded onto her. He kept cumming and cumming, and soon he had coated the tops of both of her breasts. She was mortified, feeling the hot, think juice land and stick to her. Oh god - that's what she was covered with this morning. It hadn't hit her until now. On the tape, the last man was finishing up, and of course, like a slut, she was licking each cockhead clean. He stood up and stopped the tape, shutting off the television and returning the evidence to his briefcase. Tucking his cock back into his pants, he sat down across from her. He slid open his briefcase once more, removed a laptop computer, and opened up on the coffee table. She was left to face him with his cum drying on her exposed breasts. "Now Miss Delacruz, let me make the rest of this situation clear," he started with a gleam in his eye. "Like I've said, through the unexpected gift of a certain little computer program, I've received some remarkable powers. Some of them, you've seen the effects of. I can play with your mind all I want. I can turn you into a sex-crazed whore who begs strangers for sex. I can also, clearly, erase any and all of this from your memory. And, you may have noticed from the tight fit of your bra this morning, that I can also affect some physical changes. How big are your tits normally?" "A B cup," she whispered. "Right. But today they are a bit fuller aren't they? That's because I've given them a bit of a nudge. And I want to show you something more now." He turned his attention to the computer for just a moment, then his eyes returned to her with the final keystroke. She no sooner saw his finger press the key than she felt a strange tingling in her breasts. She looked down to try to see what was happening. Oh god, they were growing, right in front of her, swelling up like balloons. She felt the weight build on her chest. Her nipples as well were growing stiffer and longer. Finally it stopped. "Have a look, my dear," he smiled wickedly at her. She was able to lift herself up. She could feel just the weight of them on her frame. She walked to the mirror in her washroom, and she was granted the full effect of what he had done to her. Her breasts had grown to the size of melons - she must be something like an EE cup. She looked like a trampy porn star. Oh god, how would she explain these? "Come on back here, dear," she heard him call to her. "Do you like them?" "God no, please, please change them back. I can't go out like this!" Again his response was laughter. But with a keystroke he did grant this one wish, and she felt her breasts tingle once more, and start to shrink. "I'm leaving you at a D for now, but I just wanted to give you that as a demonstration. Now that I've shown you what I'm capable of, I'm going to tell you about some changes. "I can ruin you in an instant, Miss Delacruz. First, I can release copies of this tape, not to mention the photographs that go with it. Or, if I preferred, I could just turn you into a wanton whore on a street corner. So you're going to do what I want. I hope that is becoming clear. I'm going to give you back control of your body now, but I'd like you to keep in mind that I expect respect and obedience from you - and you've seen that I'm capable of handing out punishments." And with a couple of quick keystrokes, she felt the awareness of her control of her body. "I have left a few controls on you, by the way, so you won't be able to tell anyone of what's happening to you. So, do you have any questions?" Maria sat and tried to sort out the jumble of emotions. Mixed in was a deep humiliation, anger, confusion and a great deal of disbelief. Her mind was still struggle to take it all in. "If you can do anything you want to me, why are you bothering to blackmail me with this video?" "Ahh, good question," he smiled back, "Well, I wanted to test out my control of someone at first, and see what might be possible. And as fun as it was watching you try to figure out what was happening to you, I realized that I wanted you to know it was happening. My plan, Miss Delacruz, is to humiliate you for the way you treated me and probably other people who work for you, and the humiliation just wasn't the same until I knew you felt it. And believe me, the look on your face, watching you watch yourself fuck those strangers and beg for cock in your ass, or be on your knees covered in cum, was certainly worth it. As well, it gives me great pleasure to watch you behave and dress like a wanton whore willingly as you've been doing for me over the last week, but I've decided I also want to have you obey me with your own mind, knowing full well that you're doing things that humiliate you - but that you've got no choice." Maria just sank in her chair. Clearly he had planned out in great detail how he was going to ruin her life, and turn her into some kind of sex toy. Living out the fantasies he used to just waste his work hours with. "But Maria dear, don't you worry, we can discuss all this later. Right now I'm sure you've got work to finish. Why don't you close your blouse and get to it." She couldn't believe she had still been sitting there with her cum-stained breasts out in the open for him to ogle. "Oh, and you are to leave my cum on those lovely tits of yours. And yes, I'll be checking for it. You won't need a bra with your firm new pillows, of course." While it had been tough to fit a bra over her breasts at first today, now they were even larger. She could barely button up her blouse, and the buttons were clearly straining. And of course her pierced and ringed nipples were even more visible without a bra to cover them. As she finished she raised her eyes back up to him, to find him smiling widely once more. "You're enjoying this greatly, aren't you," she snapped at him. She rose to her feet to look him in the eye, frustrated that a part of her mind was distracted from her anger to notice the increased weight and bounce to her breasts, now fully two cup sizes larger than usual, and the feel of her stiffened nipples sliding against the fabric of her blouse. "Of course I am, my dear. And I shall continue to, so you'd best just be good. In fact, to show me that you're going to be a good girl for me, I want you to give me the panties you're wearing." "What?" "You heard me, pet, reach up under that skirt and give them to me right now." Her face was burning with anger once more and humiliation that she had no choice but to obey. She just couldn't bear having her clients, friends or social circle get a hold of that tape. God, to think of them watching her be so depraved made her weak. Broken, for at least the moment, she lifted her skirt and reached up underneath it to hook at her panties. She pulled and wiggled out of them, until they fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She picked them up and handed them to him in a crumpled ball with a restrained look of pure hatred. He took them from her and smiled widely. He held them up to her and stretched the fabric between two hands. Clearly visible at the crotch was a generous wet spot of her own juices. "It seems like I'm not the only one that liked the little movie, my slut. Or was it the feel of my juices on your titties?" He started to laugh out loud. "Well we'll have so much more to talk about and do, Maria. I'll see you at home. I'll be all moved in by the time you're done. Oh, and don't worry, you gave me a key. Don't be late, I've got some wonderful plans. CHAPTER 2 Maria Delacruz collapsed into the leather chair behind her desk. Her mind was a jumble of disbelief, humiliation and fear. She struggled to take it all in. At least there was some explanation for her periods of lost time. Somehow she'd been changed into some kind of sex-crazed slut, wantonly begging for sex. She'd seen with her own eyes the taped evidence of this version of herself urging strangers on in their use of her, and filled with lust by acts that she'd never even contemplated before. Oh god, and watching this had actually aroused her! She had to believe that it was just some further aspect of his control. And now this kid Foxx wanted to take over her life. She was genuinely afraid to find out of these plans for her that he had spoken of. And he was moving into her apartment? She started to sob. All that she worked for seemed to be crashing down around her. She had fired one punk kid for reasons that any employer would agree with, and somehow it was coming back at her. Now she was being blackmailed and mysteriously controlled all at once. And the way he talked to her now. Two weeks ago he had been a meek employee cowering in his cubicle; now all of a sudden he was laughing at her, calling her insulting pet names, and using his power over her shamelessly. She slammed her fist on the desk. She couldn't believe that all of sudden her dreams and plans were going to be shoved aside by some vindictive, horny kid. She forced herself to calm down and regain some control. There had to be a way to figure things out and escape all of this, even if it took some time. A computer program allowed him to do all this? It didn't seem possible. Then again, all she had to do was look down to see that it was. Before all this her breasts had been a B cup, firm and attractive she had thought (and had never gotten any complaints from those she had dated) but now these massive mounds of flesh straining at her blouse. With every move she felt the new weight of them. As well, they actually jiggled. She had felt them bounce as she sat down, and without a bra (which amazingly they didn't seem to need) the sensation of her stiff nipples sliding against the tight soft fabric sent a shiver through her. She returned to her washroom to look at herself, trying to find out how noticeable it might be. Her fears were confirmed when she saw her reflection. They were impossible to miss. Not only were her new breasts so much larger than they had been in the past, but with the ill-fitting top, her buttons strained to keep them covered. The blouse was keeping her breasts pushed together, making the cleavage visible at her collar even more scandalous-even if his cum wasn't drying there. She shuddered. The blouse was now so tight that not only were her nipples visible, but even the small arcs of the golden rings that pierced them. She tried pulling her jacket together to cover up, but it was futile. Besides, it only jostled her breasts more, and the tingling would only keep her nipples hard longer. Trying to force her thoughts to some kind of normalcy, she realized that it was already the middle of the afternoon, and she had a lot of work to do. She wasn't about to let this ruin her company - she would start there in her assertion of herself. She returned to her desk. Her resolution met a minor setback right away as she slid her chair up to the desk to resume marking her comments on a report and realized quickly that her new breasts were making their presence known to her. It was a bit of a challenge to concentrate with new, full, cum-stained breasts were constantly in her peripheral vision, but she forced herself. She was jolted out of her concentration once more to hear Deb addressing her. "Ms. Delacruz, I've got those letters for you to sign," she said, striding towards her desk with a yellow file folder in her hands. Maria's face immediately went hot; she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. "Oh, yes, thanks, um, just leave them here on the desk," she stammered. She tried to lift her eyes to smile nonchalantly at her assistant. As she feared, Deb's eyes were wide and were focused right at her chest. Maria wanted to just crawl under her desk and hide. Deb slid the file onto the desk and hesitated, her mouth was open but she clearly didn't know what to say. Her eyes darted back and forth between Maria's eyes and her new cleavage. Maria could only imagine what she was thinking. "Thanks, Deb, that'll be it for now." After mumbling something unintelligible, Deb turned and returned to her own desk. No doubt hopping right on the phone to tell every other assistant in the company that the boss had spent the weekend getting new tits. A new wave of anger and frustration washed over Maria. Even without Foxx's video being shown, people were going to be talking about her with whispered giggles. At 6:00pm, Maria pushed her chair back from the desk with a sense of resignation. Normally she'd look forward to the comfort of her own home, but now she had no idea what to expect once she arrived there. She knew that she wouldn't be alone - that this man ruining her life was also invading her sanctuary. But she didn't dare risk being any later than usual. The walk home introduced her to even more aspects of the changes that Foxx had made. She had moved around her office, but it didn't compare to a good brisk walk. She just couldn't get use to the shaking and swaying of her D cup breasts. Even firm as they were, the bouncing flesh was impossible for her to ignore. And her nipples dragged against the tight fabric constantly, getting so stiff she thought it would drive her mad. Perhaps most frustrating was that it was proving to be so arousing. She could feel the heat and wetness build in her bald pussy. What also didn't help was that just about ever man she walked by seemed to nearly break his neck craning to get a look at her breasts trying to force their way out of her blouse. Finally reaching her building she paused in the Lobby, hoping some deep breaths would calm her down. Of course, there was Calvin, the doorman, friendly as always and striding over, ready to give his greetings. She gave a quick wave and ducked into the elevator, hopefully he too could get a close look at her. She turned the key in the door, took a deep breath, and entered her apartment. She looked around quickly, and didn't see any sign of Foxx. She set her briefcase on the table and started to make a cautious inspection. She was stopped dead in her tracks by his voice. "Welcome home, Maria. It's good to see you," he said, his smile wide. "Strip." She paused for just a second, almost wondering if her body was going to act without her again. Then realizing that he was making her obey on her own, she started to disrobe before him. Once more it hit her - she was in her own home, standing in the middle of her living room, and she was being made to take off her clothing for a virtual stranger. She felt the heat in her cheeks, but she continued. After sliding the jacket back off her shoulders and hanging in over the back of a chair, her fingers moved to her blouse. The strained buttons opened easily and her full breasts poured out into the open. She then slid down the zipper at the side of her skirt and wiggled it down her hips. She noticed now that her panties from this afternoon were gripped in his fist. "Oh that's lovely, dear, you may stop." She stood before him in just thigh-high stockings and three-inch heels. Her arms hung nervously at her sides. As far as she remembered, this was the first time she was naked in front of him - even though she had certainly seen different on his videotape. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed as his eyes roamed over her. "Mmmm, you look lovely, Maria - your new tits suit you perfectly," he said as he moved closer to her. She quivered as he touched her, running his hands over her shoulders, down to cup the weight of her breasts. She visible shuddered as his hands slid over her tormented nipples, which resulted in a smile and comment from Foxx. "Yes, you'll find those are very sensitive, Maria, about three times as much as they were before." He used both hands to simultaneously pinch both nipples and a gasp escaped her lips. "Now, the new house rules for you, Maria. First of all, when you are at home unless I tell you otherwise you are only allowed to wear a certain uniform. You will change into it as soon as you get home, whether or not I'm here. This is your uniform," and he pulled a covering cloth from off the coffee table. She didn't think those items could be called a uniform, but he continued. "There are leather cuffs for your wrists and ankles, and a leather collar for your neck. You will also wear stockings and high-heeled shoes no shorter than four inches. Other than those items, you will wear nothing else unless I tell you. The cuffs and collar lock on, as you can see. Each day you will come home and lock them on. I will hold the key, of course. You may put them on now." Master PC: Gaps in Time He paused, and with a deep breath she moved to the table and began. They went on easily enough and the locks were clearly of a high quality as they locked smoothly and solidly. She started with the ankles, then her wrists, then finally the collar. She felt tears forming in her eyes as the last lock clicked shut. She was wearing a collar like some kind of animal. "Now, regarding the sleeping arrangements. The master bedroom is, of course, mine now. You will not enter that room unless you are following orders or given specific permission. Your room is now the bedroom next door." He reached over to a side table and picked up something she saw only briefly before he approached her with it. Reaching up to her neck, he clicked the leash onto her collar. The shame of this nearly floored her, and her mouth dropped open. "Come pet, I'll show you your room," and he actually tugged at the collar. She had no choice but to follow him. She was still in a state of shock that seemed to only build by the minute. She was stripped naked, "dressed" in a couple leather straps. Her breasts were now huge, not to mention decorated with gold rings, and swayed with each step. Between her legs her shaved pussy also glinted with jewellery. Her room was another shock. Newly installed hooks and shelves surrounding the room displayed every imaginable type of sex toy, in a wide variety of color, sizes and shapes. In the middle of the room, rather than a bed, was just a five-foot long by three-foot wide by three-foot high metal cage with a padded base. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She just started to cry and she slid down to her knees, no longer having the energy to stand. Wordlessly, he simply tugged at her leach, guiding her on all fours into the cage. Even through her tears she heard the lock click shut. The week went by very quickly for Maria - primarily because she remembered so little of it. Each morning she would wake and have perhaps a moment or two of dizzy forgetfulness and confusion before she remembered her situation. Then her humiliation would wash over her, made very real by the tight confines of her cage and the leather straps around her neck, ankles and wrists. She would have to wait to be unlocked before she could relieve herself, shower and dress. Foxx would send her off to work with a wicked smile. Work, to a degree, was a bit of a refuge. She was back in her own world and could distract herself by throwing herself into the tasks of the day. The company was doing very well financially, and she pushed aside the frustrations as much as she could to take pride in that. It didn't help with one major sale this week that the client drew no small amount of obvious pleasure in every glance he stole down her top. But she wouldn't let herself believe it affected the sale at all. She was still not used to her enlarged breasts, but at least she stopped bumping them into things. Word was certainly getting around, as the stares increased, and she was noticing employees on her floor that normally didn't make it out of their own departments - all hoping to get a glance at the boss's new tits. What didn't help was the clothing that Foxx was allowing her to wear to the office. While the new pieces at least fit, they were a good deal tighter and lower-cut than she would have chosen even with her original figure. Her new D cups were showcased, displayed and showed-off with low V-necks and form-hugging sweaters. And without a bra, every brush of fabric or cool breeze returned her nipples to a state of rock-hard arousal - something that was not missed by any man in the room with her. As well, all her longer skirts and all of her dress pants had disappeared. She was limited to skirts that were tighter and shorter than she was ever able to feel comfortable in, especially with the slits cutting high on some of them. It made her aware each time that she had to sit or lean over than panties were another item she was forbidden. And the end of the day, she'd have to face the walk home. Her stride had a new wiggle to it due to her high heels and her unencumbered breasts bounced, wiggled and swayed in a way that seemed to give no end of pleasure to every man that passed her on the street. And with the constant sliding of her pierced nipples against the inside of her top they were kept diamond hard which invariably added to the swarm of eyes drawn to her. All she could do was feel her face heat up with embarrassment, hope that no-one she knew saw her bouncing down the sidewalk, and try to get into her building as quickly as possible. Once home, she would follow her rules and strip down to the heels and stockings and re-lock herself into the straps and humiliating collar. Foxx was nearly always there to welcome home and ogle every move she made around the apartment in her "uniform." After about an hour, he would lock on her leash, lead her to her room and her cage and lock her in. She would invariable fall asleep and not wake until morning. She knew he was using his Master PC software on her, as she remembered no dinners, but she did not wake up hungry. Not to mention that she was "sleeping" about 11 hours a day. Given her past experience, she knew to fear what happened in those missing hours, but she didn't dare ask. After seeing herself on that tape, not knowing seemed immensely preferable. The routine changed near the end of the week. He called her at work just before the end of the day on Thursday. "Tell your assistant you're taking a long weekend, and that you won't be in tomorrow." He offered no other explanation, and he simply hung up. She let Deb know on her way out. Once home she kept waiting for more information, but she didn't dare ask. Rather than offer up anything, Foxx instead put her to bed early as usual, locking her into her cage by 8pm and shutting out the lights. She woke up in a haze, stretching and feeling the heat of the sun. Slowly her mind cleared and she opened her eyes, realizing she shouldn't be able to stretch in her cage. She gathered her bearings and realized that she wasn't in her room at all, but stretched out on a blanket on the living room floor, stark naked in front of the balcony door, the bright sun pouring over her body. She scrambled up onto her feet and shied away from the expanse of glass. Sleeping on the floor, however she got there, seemed to have given her muscles an all-over ache. She looked around to see if Foxx was home, and to get her bearings. She figured that he must have something planned if he'd wanted her to take today off. There was no sign of him. She couldn't unlock her collar or cuffs without him and she didn't want to shower with them on so she curled up in front of the television to wait for him. She started flipping around the channels, looking for Regis, a rare weekday morning pleasure. She couldn't find it, which confused her. In fact, there seemed to be nothing on but sports. Suddenly her eyes widened. What the hell were sports doing on TV on Friday morning? A quick check of CNN confirmed her fears. It was 2 o'clock on Sunday afternoon. She cursed out loud. She got up and started to look around the apartment - for some kind of clue or just to relish being alone in her home for once. She still wasn't daring or stupid enough to venture into "his" bedroom. Her room she was familiar with, and the third bedroom had been converted into a dressing room, where her clothing was kept - he refused to allow anything but her cage and the sex toys in her room. Returning to the living room, she finally noticed one significant change. The artwork that had hung on her walls was gone and replaced by some new photographs varying from 8x10's scattered on the shelves to large framed pieces - and they all featured her. Her jaw dropped open as her wide eyes shot from one to the other. In some she was posing seductively in tiny scraps of lace lingerie, in others she was completely nude. They just seemed to get worse and worse. She was featured her in her uniform of leather restraints, in a tiny leather bra top and skin tight latex skirt that didn't even cover all of her ass, in a sequined thong clearly baring her tattooed flesh and sheer skin-tight top. One rather artsy shot featured just her breasts, with a sparking chair dangling between the rings that pierced her nipples. As she spun around the room taking it all in her hands went instinctively to cover her breasts and pussy, a lost reflex while faced with all these images of depravity. And of course in each one the expression on her face showed a slut who was loving the way she was displayed, dripping with lust - the phrase "making love to the camera" stuck in her mind. She had no sooner sunk down onto the floor in a lump than the door opened and Foxx returned. "Ah good, you're up, and just in time," he smiled, "and do you like the way I've decorated?" "Oh no, please, take them down, please - I look like such a whore in those pictures," she begged. "Of course you do, pet, that's what you are now. Best get used to it. Besides, we need the place properly decorated for the party tonight." "What? What party? Oh please, you can't let anyone see those photos. Please, I'm doing what you want, don't show them." "Maria, you're being a good girl, and in return I've not shown the video or the photos to your family, friends or people from work. Don't you worry about our party tonight at all. Besides, some of our guests you've already met," his smile and the look in his eyes showed he was barely holding in his laughter, just loving how low he was bringing her. "Now, let's get you ready." He brought her to the washroom and unlocked her collar and cuffs. She was to shower and perfume her body. He had taken advantage of his powers to eliminate any need to keep herself shaved. Once clean, dry, perfumed, she applied make-up and made her way to the dressing room as commanded. What little clothing he had chosen was laid out on a small table and he was there to assist her in getting into it. A corset was the first item to squeeze into. Once it was buttoned around her she had to hold on tight as he drew the laces tighter and tighter, drawing in her waist and forcing her breasts up and together. They looked like tight fleshy balloons barely contained by the black silk of the corset, which was cut just low enough that her nipples and their gold rings peeked out for all to see. Wrapped so tight, she needed Foxx's assistance to get the fishnet stockings he had chosen on, and they were carefully adjusted to straighten the seams at the back of her legs. Stiletto heels were slid onto her feet, with heels that were at least five inches tall. They also had an extra feature in that the leather straps actually locked them onto her feet - tiny silver padlocks hung from the sides. Her cuffs were returned to her wrists and her neck wrapped in her collar and locked on as well. Foxx smiled as her showed her some of the last items she would be "wearing." He had her spread her legs and bend forwards, resting her head and hands on a chair. The corset kept her back straight and she was mortified to have herself so exposed as he moved behind her. She had little doubt he could take in every inch of her this way. She shuddered when she felt his touch on her ass cheeks, and she moaned as the touch became even more intimate - his fingers her sliding over her shaved pussy lips and even across the tight rosebud of her ass. "Some of your uniform, slut, only I will know about," he purred from behind her. Her body jerked as she felt him slide a well-lubricated orb inside her pussy. She squirmed, mortified, as his fingers nudged it deeper inside her. He wasn't done, however and one of his fingers, slick with lube, pressed against her ass. As his pressure increased, she felt him slide inside her. It felt so strange and wrong, but he didn't stop with the increased sound of her moans. His finger moved slowly in and out, spreading the thick cold lotion inside her. It withdrew for a moment but returned quickly, and this time she could feel it was guiding something additional inside her. His finger slid out but she felt it left inside her. "Stand up, Maria," he instructed. As she did, she could feel the toys inside her as a teasing presence. He knelt down before her and guided one foot, then the other, into a pair of panties he had chosen. The were a black latex in a boy-short style - that kind of fit that covered more than a thong or panties made the curves of her ass that were exposed seem even more naked. As it was stretched over her, she could feel the twin toys trapped tight inside her. Foxx took a step back and smiled wide. With a gesture of his hand, he instructed her to turn around before him. Her body and mind ached as she complied. With the corset so tight, each breath forced her breasts to rise visibly. Her nipples, teased by the edge of the corset and the dangling rings, were stiff and tingling. She wobbled on the tall heels. With every motion, she could also feel just enough teasing of the toys that he had filled up her pussy and ass with. He was obviously pleased with himself, and with her appearance. She could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Clicking on her leash, he led her out into the living room. "Now Maria, you are going to have the following chores tonight: you will be answering the door, taking the guests coats to hang in the closet, and fetching whatever drink they request. Is that clear?" "Yes, I understand. Are you really going to have them see me this way?" her eyes were pleading with him. "Oh, don't worry, my pet. You look just delicious. Perhaps the best you ever have. Oh wait, one more thing that I almost forgot." He rushed back into her room. Returning, he approached behind her. "Open your mouth, pet," he instructed. As her lips and teeth parted she felt his quick reaction as he pushed a rubber ball gag into her mouth, his fingers strongly guiding it past her teeth. It pulled even farther into her mouth, straining at her lips, as he fastened the gag's buckle behind her head. He turned her to look at him. "Oh perfect, Maria, you look like the perfect little sex slave." Maria was reduced to mumbling and moaning behind the gag. Each time she felt that she had reached a new level of embarrassment and shame, there always seemed to be farther to go. And of course, at that moment, the doorbell rang. She made her way to the door after Foxx's eyes made it clear that he was not kidding, nor would he accept anything less than prompt obedience. He retired to change. She opened the door to face a man and a woman. She had to gesture them in and try to close the door behind them as quick as she could - she had not realized until that moment that her neighbors in the hall might also be given a rather unique view of her new life. She took their overcoats and guided them towards the living room with a wet mumble and a wave of her hand. Both were striking in their appearance and were dressed very well - he in a well-tailored pair of black trousers and matching sports jacket over a silk shirt, her in a flowing red spaghetti-strap dress that fit her well-curved body perfectly-perfectly enough to make it clear that she was wearing nothing beneath it. With the gag tight in her mouth and Foxx still not back, she had to awkwardly try to be understood in offering them a drink - all the while enduring their blatant staring at her body and costume. With a laugh they admitted they understood her and requested red wine. Maria's face was flushed as returned with the glasses, and the two guests began to openly discuss her as if she wasn't there, commenting on the size and apparent firmness of her breasts, the lovely rings piercing them, the tightness of her gag and how it matched her lipstick. They would point out their favorite images hanging on the wall, and discuss her body in intimate detail. To Maria it was a living nightmare. She had to repeat this ordeal three more times. Each time filled with dread as she heard the chime, pulling open the door and actually hoping that it would be only strangers that saw her displayed this way. Each time she would have to try to make herself understood by guests whose main interested seemed to be ogling her breasts and ass. More than one of the male guests allowed himself a squeeze of her behind as he entered. Eventually there were three female and four male guests. Two of the men were giving her very knowing glances that she was not in a position to understand or more accurately, remember her understanding. After a few minutes, she realized that they were faces that she recognized from the video of her own service that Foxx had forced her to watch. Her mind reeled - not only was she dressed up before these people in a revealing and humiliating costume, serving them drinks while drooling around a gag, but she now understand that she had felt the cum of two of the guests on her body - and that she had begged for it, and that they had been more than willing to assist. Once they had all arrived, Foxx made his grand entrance. He was dressed in a perfectly fitting charcoal suit with a black silk shirt. Even Maria had to admit that she had never seen him look better. "Welcome all of you; I hope you'll enjoy my new home and that you'll enjoy the show to come even more. If everyone is comfortable, I'll just arrange a few things and we can begin." They all smiled, exchanged their hellos indicated they were eager, but could wait just a few more moments. "Maria," said Foxx, "could you come over and help we with one thing, please?" Maria, still wobbling a bit on the tall heels, made her way to the side of the living room. Foxx waited just inside the arched entry to the room. Rather than asking her for anything, he instead took her wrists in his hands, produced a metal clasp from a jacket pocket and used it to lock her two wrists guards together. Her eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Before she could figure out his intentions, he had raised her arms over her head and fastened the clasp to a hook she had not noticed installed in the archway. All of sudden, she was trapped there, stretched out and in full view of all the guests. Her posture was forcing her breasts even higher. Before leaving her hanging there like a piece of erotic art, he pulled two small boxes out of his pocket and showed them to her with a wicked smile before pressing a small button on each of them, kissing her on the cheek and returning to his guests. Immediately she was forced to remember the small devices hidden inside her panties, as a low vibrating rumble began inside her pussy and ass. 'Oh my god!' she screamed inside her mind, 'the fucker has stuffed vibrators inside me and now he's going to leave me to hang here.' All eyes were on her, of course. She tried to fight it as best as she could. "Now, my dear guests, to the Feature Presentation" Foxx announced with a flourish. He opened the cabinet directly opposite to Maria's trapped body to reveal a large screen television and entertainment system. "I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and maybe even as much as Maria did." With one press of a remote button, a new agony started for Maria. Immediately the screen was full of her body. To the throbbing background of a heavy dance beat, she was on a stage dancing and writhing, lit by spotlights. She was in some kind of shiny, body-hugging catsuit. It barely stretched over her breasts and its hot-pants-inspired fit over her ass also left very little to the imagination. Even less as the show went on. The guests in the living room, men and women both, were hooting and hollering at her display. Squirming now in her bondage, the heat of her blushing now working from her red face down her neck, she was also tormented from the inside by the twin vibrators. Her own sexual arousing was rising fast. It was like torture, not enough to give her release, just keeping her tingling. As well, this lust was fighting against her mind's reaction to the images on the TV. She was mortified and disgusted to see herself that way, dancing and writhing like a wanton whore, yet there was heat building between her legs and she could feel the moisture building inside her latex panties. The more the vibrators teased her, the more her demeanour became like the version of herself on the screen, more and more like a slut who wanted to cum, wanted to be fucked.