Master Controller Act 4 -- Administration
*Disclaimer. The full story will include a variety of fetishes mostly including mind control and non-consent, but also including enslavement, feminization, diaper punishment, cross dressing and gender bending. If any of this is not your thing, I ask that you keep going.
* This story will be his big return to the Company, and his vengeance wrought on the staff he had worked with. It will include further mind control and non-consent, but will also include confessing, bestiality, and enslavement.
Chapter 1 -- Back to the Office
Everything had been put in place, he was ready for the Company's grand reopening. As he woke up that morning, Crystal resting next to him in a beautifully sleek and short nightie. Her breasts had come in nicely, firm and large, and defying gravity. Her hips had slimmed beautifully around her now perky ass. She was quite the sight first thing in the morning. For now, she would have to wait.
Over the past several days, he had greatly enjoyed his live in servant as well. Long ago he had stopped considering her as his girlfriend. While the majority of her time she manned her position as maid, and donned the uniform that that station came with. It had been quite some time since she had gone a full day without being groped, fingered, or touched in a sexual manner. However, now that she had verbally accepted the role, Mark removed the conditioning which kept her hating it. Now, she was completely broken in, her sole purpose in life was the sweet nectar her Master provided her that gave her such an orgasm of stellar proportions. Every day she served her Master with the utmost devotion, pining to earn her next fix.
On this morning, Mark had gotten to her before she had woken up. She lay in the bed clad in a comfortable gray cotton thong and tank top that hugged her augmented breasts snuggly. With each breath she took, the fabric was ever so slightly strained.
Mark knew that once he put plans into motion, he might not have a chance to play with his little slave sex doll, so he wanted to leave a parting gift. By now, his stamina had been increased, as well as his libido, metabolism, and general regeneration of his body. He had also implemented body modifications which had increased the size and girth of his previously 4 inch pencil dick, to a thick 10 inch ram rod of power and lust. Though he had made sure to increase the sensitivity so as to always be sure to enjoy the act, and had programmed the nanites installed in his own brain to never lose the luster, nor enjoyment, of his perverted ways. Basically, he would never grow bored of sex itself.
So as he climbed into Mary's bed, he slowly and gently parted her legs. He had installed "implements" into her bed, and ever so gently took each leg and chained them to either side of the bed, creating a very wide spread eagle with her legs, while her torso remained down.
To get her started, he stroked her slit ever so calmly, and began to feel the warmth build up. She moaned softly at first in her sleep, but her breathing started to increase and the moans grew louder. Then, he slowly moved to the side the small amount of fabric currently covering her entrance, and pushed in with fervor, and lubricated ease.
She gasped, and then screamed, as the waves of feeling poured over her body. She couldn't speak, her eyes couldn't focus, and her body was completely helpless to put into action any kind of defense. With every inward thrust of this giant slab of meat, she was taken over again and again by the internal explosions of ecstasy. She barely had breath to keep screaming. He kept going.
Mark came quickly, reveling in her reactions, but with his upgrades, he wasn't done. After coming, he stopped for a breath, and Mary had thought it was over. The insertion of semen directly inside her had always been a stronger catalyst to eradicate the Need, and she was hard pressed to remember her own name at this point. But then, unexpectedly, she felt his member grow and stiffen within her again, and then started to feel the friction build up again, and once more what little sense she was able to gather during the breather had been eradicated.
She was completely lost in the ecstasy of it all. She didn't even fight it anymore and simply rode the waves. Her hands were both occupied with the kneading and pinching of her enhanced breasts, and her mouth was frozen in a permanent "O" of pleasure.
Mark came in her 5 times in a row. When he left her she was trembling and quaking, her eyes unfocused, and drool pudding on her arm and on the bed. Her tank top had been soaked in sweat, and her hair had matted to her head and face. Her legs still extremely split apart by the chains, and she would no doubt have a hard time getting out of them. A large stupid grin plastered her face from ear to ear. She would be out of it for some time to come.
Chapter 2 -- Getting There
The driver who had dropped him off was a gorgeous top heavy blond with a short chaffeur's robe that did little to hide her long, silky legs. He had picked her up about a week ago, and after having accepted his innocent looking water bottle, was now his mindless servant. He enjoyed being driven around by her, and would often have her chauffeur him in varying outfits, just to keep it interesting. He hadn't really taken the time to learn her name, all he needed to do was call her number and she would arrive to pick him up. Crystal took care of the finer points like getting her fed, dressed, bathed and so on.
As he was on his trip, Crystal was all too happy to accompany him. She too looked forward to seeing her Master's plans come to fruition, and she offered to get him in the proper mindset by leaning over and opening his pants. She loved doing this for her Master, almost as much as being taken by him. With this she could control how much pleasure her Master received. She could feel it in her mouth, in her hand, and in her mind. She could sense how close or far he was from finishing, and with much less effort than actual sex, adjust her machinations to help her Master achieve climax.
Sometimes, she went slow and methodical, providing her Master with hours of contented, and relaxed, enjoyment. This would often lead to much more energetic efforts afterwards. Other times, sensing some stress within her Master, she would use the act to distract from whatever issue may be ailing him, and grant him an instant, momentary reprieve.
She loved her Master, and was grateful every day that she had the opportunity to provide such joy to him. It did not bother her in the least that he had dalliances with other women, some who had assets that she should be envious of, yet she knew that her Master knew that her devotion came from the heart, and not from her Master's brilliant manipulation of brain waves.
By the time they had arrived, Crystal had finished her expertly handled blow job, and her Master padded her head approvingly. Though she hid it well, she had a minor orgasm from positive reinforcement.
When Mark walked in, strutting with confidence and panache, Crystal sultrily at his side, everyone could tell he had changed. He wore an expensively tailored suit, and had on designer sun glasses. The procurement of this apparel from the tailor who gave it to him not only for free, but with the added bonus of a seductively positioned array of clothing and a quick bout of rough animalistic sex. Though later the tailor would not have any inkling as to why she did such a naughty thing for a man that, quite frankly, did not appeal to her at all.
No one knew what had happened to him, and they really hadn't cared, though it would be nice to settle which rumor was closest to the truth. Especially after the diaper incident, many tales had begun to be spun by several of the Company. Some even by the Division heads.
Also unknown to everyone was the fact that he now owned the Company itself. While technically it was Crystal who owned all the assets, she was in complete submission to her Master. For all intents and purposes, Mark owned the Company, its major vendors, its major clientele, the three towns in the area, and its police force. They didn't know it yet, but he owned all of them, in many more ways than just fiscally.
Before arriving, he had slowly, but surely, injected the water supply with a very large supply of his nanites. At this moment, each employee of the Company was infected, and instilled with his programming. The first line of their programming was their deep seeded need to remain employed to the Company. The second thing he instilled in them, was their complete physical obedience to his vocal command. Like with Mary's friends, they may feel a certain way and maintain free will, but given a direct order, once the key phrase was given, they were powerless to stop it. Finally, with another key phrase, he could sway the employee's general orientations. He could cause them all to love, hate or feel indifferently towards a person, place, thing or situation.
So, now with a simple phrase, the employees of the Company, ALL the employees, were now his own personal puppets.
Officially, there were three phrases in his arsenal: