Master PC — Malcolm’s Tale
Chapter 5
Going to school Monday was the hardest thing Malcolm ever had to do. A sex-free environment where there was no chance of sex was something that Malcolm’s old life had more than prepared him for. A sensual, sexual environment where he could put his dick in any hole he saw was something he had grown rather fond of and accustomed to in only a couple of short days. But a place where there were two willing, hot sex slaves and the woman he loved all ready, willing, and able to put out but couldn’t because of some arbitrary rules against showing affection in public...that was something he didn’t think he was ready for.
The closest thing to solace he had was Faith expressing the same frustration as she sat on the couch and spread her legs to give Malcom’s mother access to her cunt while Samantha worked her brother’s cock in her mouth wearing nothing but her brand new dog collar around her neck. Even when they took her out of bitch mode she didn’t want to take the collar off and ran around on all fours, barking and sniffing crotches with reckless abandon. It was apparent to everybody that whether forced to think or not, there was nothing she loved more than somebody grabbing that collar as a handhold while pounding her from behind or having her face roughly shoved into somebody’s nether regions.
Malcolm and Faith thought about using Master PC to allow themselves to fuck in class and make everybody at school not notice anything. They realized that could cause problems since Malcolm’s Master PC didn’t have any universal controls and required name-by-name input; that would mean they would have to first get the names of everybody in school and everybody likely to show up. Students, parents, teachers, and staff. Otherwise somebody not under command sees and gets suspicious, begins snooping, and suddenly some power-hungry freshman is on Malcolm’s computer fucking things up.
In the meantime he ordered Carissa and Caroline to treat him and Faith as they always had before becoming his slaves while in school. When they began to whine and cry Faith had to step in and order Samantha to make herself, her mother, and Faith cheerleader outfits just like Caroline and Carissa’s. “After we get home from school today, if you haven’t done as Malcolm just ordered you, you’ll have to stay in the kitchen when Malcolm plays a game of “Screw the Squad” tonight.” The upset looks told Faith that the girls would do as they were told.
Dropping the twins off a few blocks from the school so they didn’t get seen arriving with ‘those nerds’, Malcolm and Faith drove on to school together and quietly sat down at the usual table in the corner that he and his friends usually sat at. He and Faith looked at one another grinning, guessing they knew the reason for the unusual awkward silences around the table. They wanted to talk about their adventures from this weekend but were too shy to bring it up in front of a girl, which meant she had to be the one to break the silence. “So Dave, finally fuck that step-sister or step-mother you’ve jerking off over since your dad got re-married?”
The deep red in his cheeks and downward glance told everybody at the table that Faith had hit the nail on the head. Malcolm wanted some details and after a second of being too embarrassed to speak quickly found his voice and began giving full, graphic details. Dave’s father left for an out of town business conference and the moment the man’s plane was off the ground his step-sister and step-mother walked into the kitchen buck-assed naked as he ate his breakfast.
His stepsister walked up to him and tossed his food on the floor while her mother walked around the other side. The women stood on either side of him and lifted a leg onto the table, intertwining them and looked back at David, demanding that he screw them both hard. By Sunday night both girls had become just as intimate with one another as they had become with David and the three agreed to move out and live together in one big, happy, threesome family. David said he was a little upset about betraying his dad like that, but then again he cheated and broke up his original family in the first place.
Zack was just as reluctant to share at first, but after a moment began talking rather animatedly about the ‘girl next door’ he had been eying for years finally melting down and begging him to go out with her. They went out to a place with a bar and pretty soon she was drunk and acting extremely horning. A quick 50 bucks for a hotel room (she paid) and Zack had lost his virginity and had the drunken party slut of his dreams.
Calvin was the last to go and was just as hesitant, but didn’t need to tell what happened. A loud clacking got all their attention as the school’s librarian walked up to their table looking no different than usual, except for the knee-length, black, leather 5 inch high-heeled boots of course. She walked up behind Calvin and leaned in, pressing her chest against his back and whispered, “How’s my little fuck-doll this morning?”
Calvin looked around hoping his friends didn’t hear it and felt a pair of fingernails digging deep into his arm, “H-however my mistress commands.”
Ms. Duvalier stood up and smiled, “Good answer. Though that delay in answering me shows you need some attitude adjustment. I’m going to call your first hour teacher and inform him you won’t be coming to class. When the bell rings, get straight to my office because I don’t have time to fuck around with waiting for you.”
She walked off with a confident smirk and Calvin’s reluctance to talk was completely gone, “It’s been a different personality every day. Friday she came over to my house with a bong and some pot acting like some sort of free love hippie slut saying she was looking to get stoned and screwed. She woke up Saturday blond with enormous melons and was a cum-craving brainless bimbo, yesterday she decided to get a hooker because she was desperate to watch me screw somebody else and taste some freshly abused snatch. Today...dominatrix. It’s been fucking awesome.”
Faith and Malcolm openly shared their weekend and didn’t mention Master PC when the unavoidable ‘what is going on’ questions began. The weird thing is just as they seemed about to ask him if he knew anything, the conversation inexplicably changed and seemed forgotten about. When the bell rang Malcolm and Faith left and both went for their classes, cursing the day to come. The stories and guesses about what Calvin was doing with Ms. Duvalier didn’t do anything to make going through the day without sex any easier.
He walked into class and Ms. Ovik was standing behind her podium like usual getting ready to take attendance when the bell rang. As he sat down all he could think about was how bad he needed to get some release and when the teacher finished with attendance put down her pen and smiled, “Okay class. Today’s lesson will be holding back. You only get one shot each on the face, the more cum you’re wearing the better you and the guy who squirts you will get for grades. Any questions?”
Everybody in class, including Malcolm stared up bewildered wondering if they heard what they thought they did. Ms. Ovik was a mid-forties, married social studies teacher who cringed at the words heck and told the kids to just take the hall pass when they ‘had to go’ because she was uncomfortable with the word restroom.
It made everybody stop for a few seconds. One by one though everybody in class began standing up, the guys dropping their pants while the women took their shirts and bras off. Malcolm wanted to figure out what was going on, but was stopped when he noticed a girl nervously standing topless in front of him. The cute, responsible, neat and tidy, shy and demure Andrea Mueller was looking at him hopefully, “Could you please take your pants off?”
That question was a surprise but as he looked around and saw that several girls were already on their knees teasing and fondling their respective partners dicks to full mast he shrugged his shoulders and stood up. He was too damned horny to turn it down and got up, though as he unbuckled his belt he couldn’t help but ask why she wanted to do this so bad.
Andrea just looked at him confused and shrugged her shoulders, “This is blowjob class, what else would I do? Malcolm raised his eyes at the mention of blowjob class, but looked at the front of the room and sure enough Ms. Ovik was drawing pictures of a penis on the blackboard while pointing out which parts were sensitive to put a guy near orgasm and to avoid when he began to get close. She began describing looks a boy gave and the way the dick acted when it was nearing climax and told the girls when they needed to slow down.
After her instruction Ms. Ovik herself stripped and began walking up and down the isles with a dildo that she could use as an example when needed. About 20 minutes into class the first guy blew his load all over the girl that was blowing him, Ms Ovik went over grade book in hand to see how much sperm she was wearing. After taking some notes in her book she set it on the nearest desk, leaned over and began licking the girl’s face clean.
The site of student licking cum off her student’s face was enough to send several more guys over the edge and soon Ms. Ovik had a line of girls on their knees, faces splattered in semen as she went along and examined each girl before licking them off. She’d then go to the boy and use her mouth to clean him up before telling them that the woman and her partner were finished for the day and had ‘free fuck time’ for the remainder of class.
Thanks to Master PC Malcolm was able to control his orgasms and held out to the last. Two minutes before the end of class Malcolm let lose and shot rope after rope of himself until Andrea was wearing a proverbial white mask that plastered her hair together and ran down all over her tiny, cute, pert tits and a small trickle reaching all the way down to her belly button.
As Malcolm put away his dick, he looked down and couldn’t help but think she’d make a good addition to his sex slave harem. If he did expand it and make it as big as he wanted, having somebody to keep things organized and in charge of managing family resources might not be a bad idea. Having somebody who’s a touch anal (hopefully in more ways than one) could be a perfect girl to fill that role.
Ms. Ovik came over astounded by the amount of semen on the girl’s face and gave her and Malcolm both As for today’s lesson. She wasn’t able to get Andrea licked clean before the end of class so when the bell rang Andrea threw her top back on and headed to her next class, casually scooping semen from her face into her mouth as she walked down the hall.
Malcolm’s next class was with Faith and he quickly rushed out, this had to have been her doing. He had put the commands in to ensure his slaves were incapable of using, discussing, or even remembering Master PC without permission. When he arrived at the next class Faith was already there waiting for him. She grinned devilishly, matching the one that Malcolm was giving her. Malcolm and Faith quickly walked into each other’s arms and hugged one another, declaring their love simultaneously. It was Faith that broke the hug first and asked Malcolm when he did it.
“Did what?”
Faith smiled, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe turning my first period into cunt-lapping class. Here I thought I’d have to wait all day for a good leg quake but instead I spent all hour being Mr. Lawson’s subject, sitting in front of the class while he watched and graded each of the students’ technique. I must have cum a dozen times, if it weren’t for my enhanced endurance and stamina I wouldn’t have been able to even walk out for a few hours at least.”
Confused, Malcolm stared at her. “I didn’t do anything, didn’t you use Master PC to turn my first class into blowjob class?” The look on Faith’s face clearly showed that she had no idea what Malcolm was talking about. As they stood in their second class of the day and looked around, they saw the teacher drawing a giant pair of breasts on the chalkboard under the caption, “PROPER BREAST STIMULATION.”
“So, if you didn’t and I didn’t...we need to get home and find out what’s going on.” Both needed to know what was going so they quickly headed for the exit. Their school was a closed campus but fortunately the door was guarded by cameras which meant that by the time any office staff were aware they were ditching class both of them would be long gone.
Malcolm knew that if somebody was using Master PC it could cause problems. If somebody used Master PC carelessly it could cause huge problems. Malcolm knew he was driving faster and a little more recklessly than he should but he had to get home and find out what the fuck was happening before things began to get too bad. Malcolm unfortunately didn’t realize just how dangerously he was driving until he heard the siren.
He pulled over and cursed as he waited. The fucking cops would see them here, realize their age and escort them back to school unless he could think of a convincing lie really fast. He looked out the rear view mirror and couldn’t help but ogle the woman cop getting out of the passenger seat. If he was looking for a security-guard slave, that bitch would definitely be a contender. Tall, slender, fit, with a cute round face and black hair. He shook his head to clear it though, couldn’t be thinking that way if he wanted any chance of getting home without any problems.
“License and registration please.” Malcolm handed him the paperwork and closed his eyes going through a dozen or so lies, trying to figure out which one was more realistic but was brought out of it when the woman cop spoke, “You there in the back seat. Stop hiding, move slowly up and let me see your hands as you rise.”
Malcolm and Faith both turned around with similar confused expressions and saw a form begin to slowly rise out from between the back and front seat. “Andrea, what the fuck are you doing here?”
She was blushing rather intensely, looking down and a bit embarrassed, “I’m sorry, Malcolm was just so good in blow job class today that I was hoping I could get a little bit more tonight. I know you two like to have a bunch of girl slaves, I was hoping you could initiate me, maybe become your secretary or something? You know I am very good at organizing stuff, some might even say I’m completely anal.”
The cops weren’t interested in all this, they just wanted to know why Malcolm was driving so horribly and why they weren’t in school. It was when Faith noticed that the cops weren’t at all surprised or alarmed by the phrase ‘blow job class’ that he hit on a possible lie that could work. “Sorry sir, forgot my fertility pills for Breeding Class. Teacher said I could go get them so long as I gave Malcolm a little driver’s delight to make up for the class I was missing.”
The officer standing outside Malcolm’s door stared at them for a moment and nodded his head, “Makes sense I guess. And you?”
Andrea looked at him as she sat up on the back seat, “I go where master and mistress go.”
“All right, next time when you drive with your dick in her mouth try to drive a little slower and more carefully okay?” Malcolm quickly agreed and the male cop addressed his partner, “So, I enjoyed my time working with you Officer Goldberg. Sure you need to do this?”
The next thing they knew the car’s back door had opened up and the woman officer was climbing inside, “Yeah, look at how this desperate slut hid In their car without them knowing. They’re going to need some security help.”
“Fair enough, see you whenever then I suppose,” and without further hesitation the cop walked back to his squad car and left his partner behind. His apparently former partner was now yanking the top of her uniform off as she began to lightly fondle her chest, “Well, let’s get going; fertility pills aren’t going to get themselves you know.”
Faith and Malcolm re-started the car and were soon at home and running upstairs to check on Master PC. He asked his slaves who were still there if they had done anything with his computer and only looked at him with blank expressions. When he booted the program the usual bubbly, sexual Morgan wasn’t on-screen. Instead it was a rather stern, upset looking Morgan with her arms crossed in front of her ample, bare chest. “So, you notice things weren’t quite right?”
“Of course, what the fuck is going on?”
Morgan took a deep breath and smiled fiendishly, “Malcolm, your attempts to acquire Master PC without paying for it have been successful, however Master PC doesn’t appreciate being acquired by fraudulent means. Until you are able to submit full payment Master PC will act of it’s own accord and do as it wishes regardless of what you prefer.”
Malcolm and Faith looked at one another, Faith not quite sure what Morgan was talking about but Malcolm remembering his claim that Master PC was part of what he had told the bank was a false charge. Since his old check card was canceled he quickly spoke to Faith, “I’ll explain in a moment Faith, just lend me your credit card and I’ll pay you back.”
Faith reached for her purse but as soon as she was going to hand Malcolm the card they heard a scream from downstairs and it sounded like Melinda, “Malcolm! Faith! Get your fucking asses down here and get them down here now!”
Immediately both Faith and Malcolm stopped what they were doing and ran downstairs as safely as they could; after all Mistress was calling them and she sounded angry. When they arrived downstairs Carissa, Caroline, Chin, Makayla, Samantha, Andrea, and the lady cop were all laying nude on the floor with a pillow under their hips. “Where the fuck were you?”
Melinda approached her son and roughly grabbed him by the ear. “M-my c-computer was h-having pro-problems.”
The woman rolled her eyes at the boy and pulled him towards the line of nude pussies, “Tell me something, will getting that computer to work put your seed in their wombs? You know damn well the only thing I care about is you giving me grandchildren and as many as you can put into as many sluts as possible. Everything else is meaningless. Understand?”
Part of Malcolm knew this was wrong, but a growing part of him felt it was the way things should be. “Faith, take your spot on the line so Malcolm can knock you up too...What the fuck are you waiting for, start spraying seed and don’t stop until you pass out!”
Faith stripped and got into line where Mistress Melinda directed her to go, which was right between Makayla and Carissa. She knew this wasn’t the way things were supposed to be, she knew that she and Malcolm were supposed to be in charge but at the same time couldn’t help but obey. It actually made her feel good to know Malcolm was working his way down the line and would soon be putting a baby, Mistress’s grandchild into her womb. For some reason that suddenly felt like the greatest honor any woman could hope to receive, and for a lowly bitch like herself to receive such a grand reward filled Faith’s mind with a state of thoughtless, stupid bliss.
Malcolm dropped to his knees in front of the woman cop’s splayed legs and started thrusting into her tight, wet pussy. As he plunged his hips back and forth he tried to follow Mistress’s commands right then and there, and tried to cum into the cop’s pussy immediately. Unfortunately he didn’t seem to have full control over his dick any more so he had to actually work to make this happen. Somehow he knew that the infinite cum and endurance Malcolm had given himself was still functioning, and with his mother’s order to keep fucking these girls until he couldn’t go anymore...he realized this could be a while...