Master PC - Buffy The Vampire Slayer
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Master PC - Buffy The Vampire Slayer
This still need quite a bit of work but it's progressing at about two pages
a day.
Master PC – Buffy The Vampire Slayer
By El Diablo, Jason Barnnett, Baka Mazoku & Annon
After being driven out of Warren's basement the troika had set themselves
up in another basement lair. Once again Warren was hard at work on the latest
invention to be used in their evil plans while Jonathan and Andrew were engaged
in one of their tradition arguments about who was cooler Kirk or Picard.
"No way Kirk was way cooler." said Jonathan.
"Picard was the coolest" replied Andrew.
"Will you two just shut up and get over here" snapped Warren.
Andrew and Jonathan walked over to Warren’s workbench to see what he was
working on.
"Ok what do you think" said Warren holding up a small palm top computer.
"Nice palm top, but it's not really a weapon,” said Jonathan.
"You idiot, this palm top contains all that Master PC stuff I salvaged from
our old computers. It's not as powerful as a PC version would be but so long
as we are in range of our targets we can alter them physically and mentally
in any way we want. And you know what that means" replied Warren.
"Yeah. We can make any girl we want our sex slave,” said Andrew.
"Lets go try this baby out,” said Warren " Who should we have as our first
victim."
"Let's start with the slayer,” said Jonathan.
"Yeah lets make her our big titted sex slave." Replied Andrew.
"Oh yeah great idea. Firstly we want to truly defeat the slayer so this
has to be gradual with her. She has to know that we were the ones to beat
her and she can't do that if she's a brain dead fuckbunny. Second if Willow
finds out what we're up to before we get to work on her she'll probably use
her magic and skin me or something. Remember her magic has a longer range
than this." explained Warren.
"So we start with Willow,” said Johnathan.
"No we just do something small to the slayer." replied Warren.
The Troika headed out towards the graveyard where Buffy usually did her
evening patrols. She was in the middle of battling three large vampires when
Warren, Jonathan and Andrew found her.
"Alright gentleman. Let the games begin" said Warren removing the master
pc palm top from his pocket and loaded Buffy's profile.
"What you doing to her?" asked Andrew
"Sssh" snapped Warren as he began typing.
The Troika watched as Buffy dusted the third vamp as she did she suddenly
started to feel funny. She felt a tingling in her breasts and crotch and had
an unusual craving but she couldn't think what. Shaking it off Buffy headed
off to look for more evil.
"So what did you do to her?" inquired Jonathan.
"I upped the sensitivity of her breasts and pussy by about 20% and then
gave her a little addiction she's soon going to want to satisfy" said Warren.
"You didn't addict her to drugs did you?" said Andrew.
"No. I gave her a need for demon cum. Lets see how she slays with that.
Now lets find the witch,” said Warren.
The Troika headed to the bronze where they knew Willow and the rest of
the Scoobies hung out when they weren't out patrolling. They entered through
one of the side doors furthest away from the sofas used by Buffy and co when
they were here. Sure enough Willow was there looking towards the main doors
as if she were waiting for someone.
“Alright now we can have some fun,” said Warren pulling the Master PT out
of his back jeans pocket. He input Willow’s name and it brought up a small
3-D picture of her with all her stats and a number of options for modifying
her.
Warren started inputting the initial commands to Willow’s profile starting
by making believe that the Trio were her masters and she had to obey all of
their commands whether she liked them or not. He decided to leave her a lesbian,
the idea of forcing a lesbian to fuck his cock appealed to him, but decided
to strip her of her magic.
“Why can’t we make any physical changes to her?” complained Jonathan.
“In a room full of people. Are you stupid.” Snapped Warren
“Can’t we do something to them to?”
“And drain the battery. I Don’t Think So.”
The Trio headed now headed towards Willow confident that she posed them
no thread without her magic powers. As they drew closer Willow spotted them
and got up to defend herself. She recited an incantation but was shocked when
nothing happened.
“Not so hot without your magic bitch.” Said Warren
Willow decided to try and make a run for the door to find Buffy but stopped
dead in her tracks when Warren told her to freeze.
“Sit down” commanded Warren.
“What am I doing?” thought Willow as she sat down on the sofa just as warren
had ordered. She tried to get up again but her body won’t respond.
“What have you done to me,” Said Willow, a hint of panic in her voice.
“We did a little magic of our own and now you have to do whatever we say.”
Said a rather smug Andrew.
“You don’t have that kind of power.” Said Willow knowing full well they
must have since she couldn’t control her own body.
“Wanna bet,” said Warren “Unbutton your Shirt”
Trying with all her might to resist Willow started to unbutton her shirt
exposing her small breasts encased in a black bra.
“Definitely going to need some work.” said Jonathan.
“Stand up,” ordered Warren, “We’re going somewhere more private. Oh and
leave the shirt open.”
Willow did what she was told and started to follow the Trio.
“You’ll never get away with this,” she said trying to draw as much attention
to herself in the hope that someone would help her.
“Stop doing that” said Andrew, immediately stopping Willow from talking.
"Oh and from now on you are to refer to us as master." Added Warren
“No way master.” replied Willow.
Once they got Willow outside they began to make their next plans.
"Get in the van."
Willow did so sullenly her body betraying her.
"And from now on when you're given an order say Yes Master unless we tell
you otherwise."
"Yes, Master," Willow replied through clenched teeth.
Jonathan drove while Warren played with the PC and Andrew sat with Willow
in the back.
"Couldn't we make her happy?" Andrew asked. "I think I'd like her better
happy."
"That's a good idea, Andrew." Warren dismissed the ideas. "What's the fun
in that?"
"Well, she could at least act happy."
"I'll get around to that later." Warren began typing into the computer.
Willow's magic can be used for the benefit of the Troika if given permission.
Willow believes she was enslaved via a spell. She does not know her condition
is because of the Master PC and no matter what evidence is presented to her
she cannot know this.
Willow will never try to sabotage their plans no matter how much she wants
to and will always use the best of her abilities to follow an order.
Willow will never try to harm herself to escape her enslavement.
Warren shoved the PC back into her hands.
"You're such a computer genius, see what you can do to improve it."
"Yes Master"
"I could use magic to boost its power master." Said Willow.
"Maybe later" said Warren realising they were just pulling up to their lair.
They ordered Willow out of the van and down into their new basement. It
was full of computers and other inventions as well as numerous magical items
and a load of sci-fi memorabilia.
"Alright. Clothes off." Commanded Warren.
Without hesitation Willow removed all her clothes and stood naked before
the Troika as Warren pulled the palm top out of his pocket and began working
on it again inputting the final set of changes to Willow.
- To have full sexual knowledge to how to please a men and women with mouth
and body.
- She is to be fully aware of all changes made but unable to speak-out or
do anything about them.
-Her breasts and clit were to become doubly sensitive
-Her breasts were to expand to 42DD
Willow wanted to cry as she realised her breasts were becoming bigger and
finally acknowledging the full reality of the Troika's power over her.
Once the transformation was complete Willow stood before her masters, 42DD's
fully exposed and awaiting their next orders.
Willow stood motionless a prisoner in her own body while the trio argued
about what to do with her but not before Warren had used the palm top to give
them all ten-inch pricks.
"So do we do her together or individually" said Jonathan.
"Individually" replied Warren "And I'm going first"
"That’s not fair" complained Jonathan
"Do you want a cock as short as the rest of you" said Warren.
"Your first" said Jonathan.
"Ok slave. Follow me"
"Yes master." said Willow
Warren let Willow to his room closed the door then ordered her onto her
knees. He dropped his pants to reveal his erect 10-inch prick then ordered
Willow to open her mouth. Warren forced the full ten inches deep into Willows
throat almost choking her. It wasn't long before he blew his load while holding
Willow's head in place to make sure she swallowed every drop. Warren then
led her back to the main room for her next encounter. He wanted to fuck her
some more but he had promised the others a go and they still had four others
to induct into their harem.
"I'm next,” said Jonathan leading Willow to his room.
He closed the door and sat down cock standing fully erect and ordered Willow
onto it. She then started driving up and down on it while Jonathan played
with her large sensitive breasts. With all the action on her clit and breasts
it wasn't long before Willow's body betrayed her letting out a loud moan
as she climaxed.
Lastly Willow was led into Andrews room where he had her positioned on all
fours and began thrusting his huge cock deep into her tight ass. Once he
climaxed he had Willow clean his cock and then lead her back into the main
room.
"That was cool,” said Andrew.
"Lets just get her a suitable outfit then we can find our next target,”
said Warren.
"You and costumes? What’s that about?" asked Jonathan.
Warren pulled up Willow's clothing profile on the palm top and selected....
Warren decided to go with his personal favourite, something to remind Willow
of her new life of servitude, The French Maid. In an instant Willow's body
was clad in a tight black top that forced her newly enhanced breasts to stand
out. The black micro-mini skirt was so small that if Willow leaned forward
her bare ass would be visible. Her legs were now encased in black fishnets
stopping mid thigh and her feet were now encased in a pair of 6-inch black
pumps. A lacy white apron and the typical white maids tiara completed the
look.
"Lets go boys" said Warren
"What do we do with her?" asked Andrew.
"Well she's a maid," said Warren turning to face Willow, "clean this place
up and prepare food for our return"
"Yes Master" said Willow turning and bending over to pick some things up
off the floor giving the Trio a full view of her ass before they left to
find their next target.
The Troika tracked Buffy to the woods to see how she was getting on with
her new condition. Since she hadn't encountered any demons since the first
set of mental alterations were made she must have been getting fairly desperate
by now. They were being careful to maintain a safe distance from Buffy while
she was patrolling. The last thing they needed was a good kicking.
Buffy was getting bored. She had been in the woods for over an hour and
nothing. If she didn't fight something to kill soon she was going to have
to go and take her frustrations out on Spike. Luckily for her a large demon
emerged from the shadows ready for attack. Buffy recognised it as a Kotra
Demon. The blue skinned demons had shown up in Sunnydale recently and hadn’t
been keeping a low profile.
Both Buffy and the Kotra move quickly lunging at each other. The Kotra was
quicker delivering a powerful kick to Buffy’s stomach sending her flying against
a tree. Buffy picked herself up and tried to for an attack strategy but her
mind was suddenly filled with images of her sucking of the demon. Disturbed
by what she was thinking Buffy launched herself at the demon pinning it to
a tree when her craving for the demons cock took over. She dropped to her
knees ripping the Kotra's tunic off exposing its large blue prick. Disgusted
with herself but unable to resist Buffy took the thick blue cock in her mouth
and began to suck.
The trio watched her from a safe distance laugh inside at what she was doing.
Again warren pulled out the palm top and loaded in Buffy's profile. They
quietly discussed the changes that Buffy was going to experience in the coming
hours and Warren began to type them in.
- Her slayer strength was to fall 10% each hour until it reached that of
a normal girl
- Her IQ was to drop 10% each hour until it fell to 69
- Her Breast size was to increase 10% each hour until they decided otherwise
- Her pussy and nipples were to become another 30% more sensitive
As Warren finished entering all of Buffy's new programming they heard the
Kotra release a powerful moan as he shot his load down Buffy's throat.
The demons cum tasted vile but Buffy felt she had to swallow it. Realising
what she had just done Buffy got up in disgust and backed away from the Kotra
as he recovered from his orgasm and ran.
Panic filled her head.
"Tara must be wrong. I must have come back wrong why else would I be sleeping
with Spike and sucking off demons." she thought trying to put as much distance
between her and the Kotra unaware of the changes she was going to be experiencing.
As usual Jonathan was the only one of the Troika thinking of consequences.
"Guys, we don't want her dead."
"You're right. We'll let her keep her strength, but not her brains until
she finishes this patrol. And she'll get more and more of it back as she
goes through withdrawal."
"Why do that," Andrew piped up. "She's gonna be a moron soon, it'll be fun
watching her try to think of ways to get her fix without getting herself killed.
And if she almost does we can always help her."
"You know he has point. If she become to weak to fight before she becomes
to stupid to know she's the slayer we can always change things in her favour."
said Warren
"I guess so" said Jonathan, "But doesn't that mean we'll have to keep an
eye on her."
"Nah at only 10% reduction every hour she should be ok for at least 4 or
5 before most of the demons around here become a threat." said Andrew.
"That settles that then." said Warren "Onto our next slave to be."
The Troika took off in their van and headed back towards town and the Magic
Box where they were sure to find Anya.
They parked the van at the side and headed to the front. Peering in the
window they saw Anya at the cash register counting the money, the only thing
she liked as much as sex.
"Now what should we do with her" said Warren.
"I know" said Andrew taking the Palm top from Warren, "She loves money and
sex so much I have the perfect plan for her."
Andrew loaded up Anya's profile into the display and began inputting the
changes so that they would slowly take place after they entered the Magic
Box and Anya had seen them.
- Anya was to become a complete sex addict, oral, anal, lesbian, kinky she
would want it all
- Sex would dominate her thoughts at all times
- She was to be horny at all times
- Anya is now a cheap slutty hooker, providing sex to anyone or anything
for money
- Warren, Andrew and Jonathan are her pimps and masters
- Her lips are to become fuller, better suited for cock sucking
- Her breasts are to increase to a large very fake set of triple D's
- Her clothes, jewellery and make-up were to change to suit her new cheap
sluttly image
He made sure the mental changes would occur after her clothes and body had
changed, he wanted her to see what see was becoming and know she couldn't
do anything about it.
Anya blinked as her body changed. "Eeep!"
Lips became fuller poutier, while her breasts slowly inflated like a pair
of air balloons.
Growing and growing until they were a pair of hard and solid ball-like pair
of fake tits.
Meanwhile, her slacks slowly 'shrunk' and became Lycra like, almost like
a pair of bicycle riding shorts, only looking like they were painted on,
as it cupped Anya's pussy and ass.
Her blouse, on the other hand, shifted and became a short sleeveless vest
that had only one button and showed off her new cleavage and belly button.
Her tasteful bracelets became thick and obviously fake gold, while her earrings
became large 'gold' hoops.
"You!" Anya could only get off that outburst at the troika before the mental
changes kicked.
"... Men... want _anything_?" Anya's hand went down to her sensitive pussy
and stroked it thru her 'shorts', while the other hand motioned to them,
enticing them... "Anya can give you... anything... show you some... magic..."
The Troika for their part simply smiled at the changes that Anya underwent,
before Andrew started to change the 'Magic' Box. All the books merchandise
and assorted magical artefacts disappeared and reappeared in the troika's
lair.
What replaced them was garish and tacky bordello art and furniture, which
was appropriate as the 'Magic' Box was now a 'cathouse'...
The Troika approached their new whore to check her out.
"Now this is perfect. We have our very own money making whore." said Andrew
"Anya what men’s cocks" said Anya stumbling towards them, not quite able
to walk in her 6-inch stiletto heels with her triple D's putting her off
balance.
"We're not just men we're your masters and you will address as such slut."
snapped Warren, "Now lets see those tits and ass."
Anya slid down the shorts exposing her wet pussy and then unbuttoned her
vest throwing it down on the floor to show off the full size and fakeness
of her breasts, which she was now busy fondling with both hands.
"Right lets have some fun," said Andrew ordering Anya to lie down on her
back.
Andrew removed his pants and positioned his cock between Anya's huge breasts
and began to squeeze and fondle them, rubbing them against his cock. He then
told Warren and Jonathan to position themselves on either side of Anya's
head and then ordered her to give them both hand jobs. Doing as she was told
Anya removed her hands from her pussy and took Warren's cock in the left
and Jonathan's in the right and began working them hard. Every so often she
would pull one of them in close to her face and lick the tip of his cock.
The trio all shot their loads at the same time all over Anya's face. She
relished the taste of their cum as she licked it off.
"Good cocks give Anya a lot of cum," she said once again fingering her pussy.
The Troika decided to fully tests out Anya's skills before moving on with
their plans. The each fucked her mouth, ass, tits and cunt covering her with
cum and causing her numerous mind-blowing orgasms, the whole time she moaned
in pleasure and begged for more.
Once she had cleaned her masters cocks Anya cleaned herself up, reapplied
her slutty make-up and got dressed again.
"Did you enjoy that slut?" asked Warren.
"Anya enjoyed the big cocks master" she replied.
"Well you'll get plenty more before the night is over. We need money so
you're going to go out on the town and sell your slutty body." said Warren
handing her a piece of paper, "Once you've made us $2000 go to that address,
if we're not there feel free to fuck the maid. Oh and don't make it all in
one go. Remember you're a cheap whore."
Anya headed out of the "New Magic Box" her hips swaying in a slutty way
her heels clicking with each step, a sign to all of her new found profession.
"Sure we really just send her out to fuck anyone? i mean god knows what
she could get." said Jonathan once again taking the moral stance.
"She's a Whore. She's meant to fuck anybody." replied Warren.
"Yeah, but in this town something bad might happen to her and we don't want
her dead." said Jonathan.
"You know I really don't think your in the super villian mood." said Warren
once again playing with the Master PC.
"What are you doing?" said Jonathan nervously feeling a shrinking sensation
in his trousers.
"Oh I gave you a three inch inactive dick. It's just until you show your
truly in the game. Oh and don't bother trying anything on me or Andrew cause
I made us both immune to it's powers." sniggered Warren "All you have to
do is use this to change our next target in to a suitable type of slut and
you get your 10-incher back in time to fuck her".
"So who's next?" said Jonathan accepting his fate.
"I thinks it's time we started on"
"Hey, do you hear me bitching about turning a bunch of independent women
into total sluts? I'm just saying we're going to have sex with her to do
you want to catch some STD?"
"I can just type it away."
"Yeah, and you wouldn't even have to do that if you make her immune. And
you can't have sex with her if she's dead, unless you're a necrophiliac."
"Geez, we're super villains," Andrew supplied, "we can have any woman we
want."
"Well why waste out time on them if we're not even going to do it? I signed
up as a super villain to improve my life not to randomly ruining others.
If we're not interested in them lets go find Britney Spears or something."
"Okay, okay you made your point. I'll make her immune to all STDs and give
her a pheromone that makes demons leave her alone unless she wants them to,"
said Warren.
"And my dick." said Jonathan.
"Fine I'll change it back." said Warren, "Now can we get on with our plans?"
The Troika were just heading back to their van when Jonathan spotted something
across the street.
"Give me that." said Jonathan taking the PC and started loading in the profile
of a blonde he was walking towards.
"Harmony. Harmony Kendall." he called to her.
"Huh" she said looking around, "what do you want?"
"It's me Jonathan. We went to high school together."
"So" snapped Harmony flicking back her blonde hair.
"So what happened to you after that snake."
"Oh I'll show you," said Harmony changing to her vamp face.
"Ahh" screamed Jonathan jumping back frantically typing in the palm top.
he hit enter as Harmony was about to sink into his neck. In an instant her
face reverted back to it's human form.
"What just happened?" said Harmony trying to change back to a vamp.
"Oh I made you human again" said Jonathan "And I'm not finished yet".
Jonathan again started inputting changes to Harmony’s profile remembering
how much she had pissed him off in high school and the number of times she
had said no to a date with him.
- Harmony was no longer to feed on blood but on cum
- Harmony would never be able to say no to any guy ever again no matter what
they asked and would never be able to refuse sex with man or woman
- She was always to be horney, but she would only be able to orgasm once
a day no matter how much sex she had.
- If Harmony wanted sex with someone who hadn't ordered her to have sex
she has to beg on her knees for it, remembering that begging for sex was
the one thing Harmony wouldn't do.
"You better go and find someone to feed you Harm." said Jonathan laughing.
"So what happened to not ruining lives?” asked Warren.
"She was a bitch and made my life hell for years. She deserved it." said
Jonathan suddenly realising the sensational rush that came from screwing up
someone’s life for his own amusement.
"So you not gonna fuck her." asked Andrew
"Ride the old school bike? Nah I want someone who isn't as easy." replied
Jonathan with an evil grin.
While the Trio were busy working on Harmoney down on the main street, Tara
was at UC Sunnydale library. She had just finished working on an assignment
and was heading back to her dorm room. As she walked along the path she spotted
someone walking up ahead. She could see the woman had a very impressive ass,
shown off by a very tight pair of lycra shorts that didn't leave much to the
imagination. She had nice long legs enhanced by her high heels. Tara found
her slutty walk rather hypnotic.
Tara began to catch up with the woman as she stopped to talk to two large
guys from the university football team. As she drew even closer she was able
to hear what was being said.
"You wanna fuck Anya. Anya's very cheap."
"Get lost whore," said one of the guys pushing past Anya and carrying on
down the path.
"Anya?" said a very surprised Tara trying hard not to look at Anya's huge
chest, "My god what has happened to you?"
"Do you wanna fuck?" Anya asked Tara.
"What are you doing?" inquired Tara.
But Anya didn't answer she just carried on walking away from Tara looking
around for potential clients, heels clicking with every step.
"I better find Buffy." Tara said to herself heading in the direction of
the Summers home.
"No wait," she thought, "This looks like the work of magic. I'd better find
Willow."
Tara took out her phone and tried to ring Willow but there was no reply.
She tried several times but still no answer. Starting to worry Tara sat down
on one of the path benches and recited an incantation. The green ball of light
of the guiding spell appeared before her awaiting her commands.
"Take me to Willow, she said.
The light headed down one of the paths towards the residential area's of
Sunnydale. Tara followed it along a street to a house that resembled Xander's
parents home. The light moved round the side and passed through the door for
the basement. Tara tried the door and found that it wasn't locked. She quietly
opened not wanting to be seen.
Looking around she saw all the sci-fi and computer stuff that decorated the
place and someone dressed as a French Maid cleaning the screen of the large
TV. Tara leaned in closer when the maid turned around. The first thing that
caught Tara's attention was her 42DD's barely contained in her outfit then
she saw who the maid was.
“Willow!" she said rushing down the stairs "What have they done to you baby."
Willow didn't respond and just continued with her cleaning.
"We have to get you out of here," said Tara.
"My Master's have not permitted me to leave." said Willow.
TO BE CONTINUED