7. Master PC Tales

The stories were all porn, the kind Master liked. Not really to my old tastes though. Some of them were very well, even professionally written. The "Master PC" theme seemed to be one of those things that all the writers wanted to try their hands at. Usually, a young middle class white boy got his hands on the magical computer program, and then used it's power to turn the women around him into sex slaves. Often, the sex slaves were actually family. The boys were generally represented as being without morals or any care for other people, and their slaves were simply reprogrammed to obey. Of course, some stories were about turning the tables on the standard themes.

The "Master PC" program itself went mainly unexplained. It gave the user amazing power of people's mind's and bodies, but nothing else, apparently. It could reshape your teen sister like putty, but it had no power over toasters even toast. It reminded me of some science fiction I had read. Hadn't Jack Chalker written some novels along those lines?

There were a lot of recurring themes in the stories. Obedience. Control. Incest. A lot of incest. Did boys really all want to do their sisters? The "Masters" in the stories became like gods, despite their obvious lack of intelligence or virtue. There were some odd racial themes, the girls were always white, usually blonde, or they were exotic and submissive asian girls. The stories seemed to exist in world of limited racial diversity.

The boys always turned their slaves into stupid sex-kittens and bimbos, as if stupidity was sexier than intelligence. Lots of enforced lesbianism, but oddly not much enforced gay male sex. And not many sex-changes like mine, which seemed even odder, since the software seemed perfect for things like that.

Some of the recurring images struck me oddly, like, there was a lot of using the Master PC program to get rid of body hair, which I though told me more about the author's than I wanted to know. Who used godlike power to worry over things like that?

In the stories, mind control was always achieved through multiple means; pheromones, telepathy, hypnosis, and of course, the Master PC program. One kind of mind control was just not enough for any given story.

There wasn't much variety in the way "beauty" appeared in the stories, As the various masters redesigned their slaves, they seemed to look more and more alike, identical, long haired white supermodels, little more than Barbie dolls. Why sleep with so many girls if they're all going to look alike, act alike?

And in almost every story, body parts got bigger. The boys always gave themselves pointlessly big penises, too big to even enjoy using. And their slaves got bigger breasts, to the point of sexy descriptions of girls crippled and immobilized by their giant breasts. I wondered if those scenes were serious, or meant as parodies of each other. Were the writers just competing to be amusing or outrageous?

None of the stories seemed to do much with real themes of dominance and submission. Since the sexslaves were all magically brainwashed, they never really had any chance to submit to their Masters. There wasn't much use of real SM themes in the stories either, which disappointed me.

But mostly, it was obvious that most of the "heroes" of the stories weren't very bright, and were terribly self-centered. The Master PC program was a miracle, for instance, you could obviously use it to cure cancer, or AIDS. It could make anyone young and healthy, banish insanity and depression, and in fact, it could be the end of crime and unhappiness. Imagine wasting the power of godhood on a few adolescent sex fantasies, as if the greatest thing these boys could imagine was to fuck all day!

I was glad that my Master was so wonderful, and not one of those self centered fools. At last, the power of Master PC was in the hands of someone who could do no wrong! It was clearly good news for the world.

And of course, the stories made me desperately horny. Master had designed me to arouse easily, and my reviews aside, there was obviously nothing sexier than being a sex slave, so the stories were fun to read. The ways they reminded me of my own recent experiences were fun. I even amused myself by imagining that I had a Master PC of my own. I could build a harem for Master. The thought was so delicious. I masturbated and imagined finding girls, using Master PC to make them pretty, obedient slaves for Master, a harem of big breasted underage sexcows. He would like that!

Master had never told me that I couldn't go near his master PC software, but he must have made it part of my programming, as soon as I had the thought, I knew I could never touch his computers or his laptop.

I peeked out into the hallway.

He was still asleep.

I started to search the net. I was, after all, not just the world's most beautiful sexslave. I had a few aces of my own.