11. Who is The Master?

It was a quiet afternoon on the subway, people quietly riding to and from their jobs and their homes. And then, suddenly, two girls step on and take their seats and everyone stops to look.

You see pretty girls on the train every day, if you're looking for them, but some girls stand out more than others. These were two starlet refugees slumming on the wrong side of town. A dazzling redhead with pornstar breasts and a tall, willowy blonde with a face that could launch fleets worth of ships. They had been poured into tight jeans and stylish boots and skimpy shirts and they looked both sassy, worldly, and perhaps, dangerously underage.

They looked like the world was theirs.

Well, not quite yet.

I had taken some precautions. For instance, I had gone to Mr Monaghans apartment upstairs and loaded a copy of my Master PC software onto his machine and asked him to keep it running, day and night. If Martin did anything to my computer, Ms PC would stick with me.

Mr Monaghan was a bit confused when the two sexy young girls had knocked on his door and asked for such an odd favor, but he could not resist our charms, and I had programmed him to obey me anyway.

I had ordered Ms PC to become invisible, but I could still see her, a glimmering subliminal fairy floating at my side, the perfect invisible friend.

I had made Annie immune to mind control, of course, so that Martin could not regain control of her as easily as I had taken it. I had also reduced the size of her breasts some, so she was back to having large breasts, but not unbelievable or silly ones or awkward ones.

We actually had forgotten to bring any money with us, but it was no problem. The Subway attendant would have let the two gorgeous girls through the turnstiles for free, even if we hadn't been giving off sexual pheromone perfume, even if Ms PC wasn't there to control his mind.

It was fun to be out with Annie. We laughed and giggled, and it struck me that I wasn't just prettier than Lou had been, I was a different person somehow, less gloomy. Was it because my personality was now housed in a young woman's brain, and reacting differently to things? Or was it just that my eyes had been opened to the world's possibilities? I was certainly free from my rut.

Annie seemed happy as well. She treated me like I was her new Goddess, and that was pleasing. She really was pretty, with her full mouth and sparkling eyes, her scarlet hair and her amazing form. Real happiness made her beauty stronger, somehow. Brighter.

It struck me that some of our behaviors might still strongly influenced by some part of Martin's programming, but at least we were having a good time.

We got off the subway downtown and walked the rest of the way. People noticed us as we walked by, and we loved it. We saw a pretty girl or two, and a handsome boy, who tempted us. Surely, Annie asked, we could stop for a little fun along the way?

But that was just our enhanced sex-drives talking, and we had stuff to do. I tried to ignore the burning sensations that told me I was permanently in heat and gave Annie a stern look that made her obey quickly. She really was mine, after all.

The building Martin worked in was just another office building, like a million others. We rode the elevator to one floor below our destination and then took the stairs. I wasn't sure if Martin knew we were coming, and I didn't want him to have time to react. I had been to his company's office a few times, and I knew my way around.

We went in a back door. It was locked, but Annie and I had boosted strength. If Buffy and Xena want to come in your back door, they can. The lock broke with just a little pushing. We didn't even make a lot of noise.

The back door led into a storeroom, and from there we snuck into the offices, which seemed oddly deserted. Where was everyone?

"Ms PC, is there anyone in the office at all?"

"Yes. There are eleven people in the large meeting room."

"Is Martin with them?"

"Yes."

"That sounds kind of ominous. What's he doing with them all in there?"

Annie Shrugged. "It might just be a meeting."

I hoped she was right.

We snuck over to Martin's cubicle first. There was a copy of Master PC on his workstation, but it wasn't running. I pulled the plugs, just in case.

It struck me suddenly that I should have put my Master PC backup somewhere other than Mr Monaghan's apartment. What if Martin took out the power for the whole building, somehow? We'd be in a lot of trouble without Ms PC. I wondered if I was really up to this sort of game.

But then we found the meeting room. I took a deep breath and just walked in.

Martin had been busy.

He was sitting in the big chair at the head of the table, watching the owner of the company, Mr. Torres, violate his own daughter.

Mr Torres had a blank eyed expression, with his suit pants about his feet. I was able to recognize his daughter, who worked for him as a secretary, but she was grossly altered. She had been turned into some kind of human cow with breasts the size of beach balls. She was bent over the table, leaning on her breasts like big pillows, squirming and making inhuman noises as she struggled desperately to impale herself on her father's sex.

The rest of the company were sitting around the table, watching the horrorshow. They appeared awake and aware but frozen in place, unable to move. They were terrified. Martin had been here for hours. I did not want to speculate about what other games he might have played.

Martin seemed startled to see us, but we didn't hesitate. We had a plan. And there was his IBM laptop on the table in front of him. That was all we needed to see.

Annie and I moved like lightning. Before he could even put a sentence together, I jumped up on to the table and ran the length of it, barreling down on Martin while I screamed like a banshee. My scream was meant to startle him, like a kiai in martial arts, and I think it worked. He pushed back from the table. I jumped on top of him and we grappled. We were both gifted with superhuman strength, it seemed. I think he was stronger than me. I think I was faster.

In fact, I think I underestimated Martin in combat. After we traded a few blows that would have splintered boards, he managed to get his hands on my throat and I could not dislodge him. He pushed me up against the wall and started to strangle me. I tried to kick him off me but I could not. His bog brawny form massed a lot more than my slim body.

Martin, I think, had done the better of job of altering himself for fighting. He hadn't just boosted his physical abilities, like I had, it seemed like he had also adjusted himself emotionally. Had he made himself a killer at heart? Given himself some ferocious instinct? The way he had turned the Meeting room into a torture chamber seemed to confirm the idea.

When I realized I couldn't breathe anymore, and I could feel Martin's hot breath on my face, and look up into his crazed, angry eyes, just inches away, I started to question my plan.

That's when I spat in his eye.

He howled at me and pressed harder, but after a painful, breathless moment, his grip on my throat loosened, and as he staggered back, I slid to the floor, coughing and trying to get air into my lungs again. Martin just stood there, looking dazed.

My saliva was rich in hypnotic peptides and brainwash RNA, and Martin was suddenly no longer immune. While he and I had played at Battle Royale, Annie and Ms PC had been at his laptop, where of course he had an active copy of Master PC running, his password already entered. Once they had cancelled his immunities from there, it was all over.

Within a few minutes, Ms PC had reprogrammed Martin completely. Standard stuff; he loved me, feared me, would obey me with every fiber of his being. And his intelligence was now low. By the time I had gotten up from the floor, Martin was already my plaything.

Annie gave me a big hug and kiss, and Martin, our once and former God, watched us with a confused expression, like a timid puppy.

I liked the feel of Annie in my arms, and the whole situation, Martin's enslavement, the battle, the weird torture of the cow-girl, it was all making me terribly horny.

I looked up at Mr. Torres, who was still fucking his poor cow daughter. He was like a robot, enthusiastically thrusting into her, and she was, well, she was something out of a very twisted sex fantasy, girl as slut as animal. Just watching them made my pussy throb like a runner's heart.

What did it mean that this horrible torture turned me on so? That I was a creature of twisted desires? That I longed to control and reshape the people around me? I was no better than Martin after all.

But Annie was warm and real and smelled like she was mine, I kissed her again, and I knew that I could live with it.