Spread the Love

A few days pass after the unpleasantness of the mystery game cube and Bob, hoping to keep clear of any danger from the fair ladies, preoccupied himself with the mundane task of maintaining his car. He never drove it as much as he wanted, considering how many minutes of work he has put into it, but tuning it up always made his problems just melt away. When his door slammed open unexpectedly, all his worries crashed right onto his head as hard as the hood of his car as he bumped into it when he jumped with a start from the noise. Turning his sore head toward the door, Bob saw Dot storming toward him with a fiery glare in her eyes. He knew it was going to end badly but at least he could enjoy the new upgraded chest of her’s, barely contained in her old top, bouncing his way. “Thank you physics engine,” he whispered to himself as he rubbed the aching spot on the back of his head.

“Can you believe those two?” she shrilled. “They’ve been purposely avoiding me for a whole hour just to get under my skin! Sure, I expected something like this from Mouse but I would think AndrAIa would be sensible enough to own up for what she did and admit she was wrong by now. Why am I the only one being mature about this?”

Cautiously, Bob tried to come up with the most non-partisan answer he could think of. “Well... Dot, maybe they’re... just not sure how to approach you.”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m not that hard to approach. I’m the most approachable sprit I’ve ever known, dammit!” She stomped her way into his workspace and rolled her eyes. “Again with the car? Don’t you have more important, constructive things to do with your time than fiddling around with that thing? Seriously, it runs like you restored it from the recycle bin.”

Bob laid down his tools, slammed down the hood and took a deep breath, knowing that this was that unavoidable moment he had been dreading since the whole mess started. “Dot, I mean this in the nicest way possible, you are going off the deep end! Now, before you bite my head off, you gotta hear me out. Whatever happened in that game, you’re taking it out on everyone around you. Half the Principal Office dives for cover when you show up for work now. You three need to work out whatever problem is causing this but you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down!?” she snapped before shoving him atop the hood of his car. “I see how it is, you’re siding with your ‘old friend’ Mouse, aren’t you?”

“What?! No! I’m not taking anyone’s side!”

He tried to pull himself up off the hood only to have her slam him back down. “Oh, don’t give me that! How serious were you two before you came to Mainframe anyway? Does she mean that much more to you than I do?”

“Dot, listen to yourself! Mouse and I-”

Bob’s attempt to reason with Dot was stopped short by another shove back onto the hood. “Oh, I have a good idea what you and Mouse are. I can’t believe you would consort with such a depraved, tactless, fragmented-!”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Bob grabbed onto Dot’s shoulders and held her back. “Now don’t you think that’s going a bit overboard? Look, this obviously has something to do with that game you three were in so let’s talk about that and maybe we’ll find out what the real problem is here.” She slapped his hand away and made for the door. “Dot, stop!”

She turned around, her huge bust knocking over a screencap frame of Phong. “Damn it!” she spat out, angrily and futilely trying to push her breasts back into her. Not her proudest moment but Bob didn’t mention anything as he looked on. In her newly heighten state of rage, she caught him staring. “You... asshole!”

“Uh-oh.” Bob ducked away from Dot’s gnarled fingers before they could wrap around his neck and fled to his bedroom, hoping to reach Glitch in time. He took one blind step atop a carelessly discarded pair of unwashed unmentionable, lost his footing, banged his head against the bedpost and began fading from consciousness. “Back... slash... logging out...”

Bob groggily roused back from his blackout but soon discovered that he was bound to his bed, stripped to nothing but his underwear. He attempted to move his hands and feet but it was obvious that brute force alone wasn’t going to be enough to break free. “Glitch, cutter,” he called out. When his keytool didn’t respond, he started to lose his cool. “Glitch?”

“I moved Glitch somewhere secure.” Bob tried to lift his head to find Dot as she slinked toward him. She had shed her ill-fitting clothes and was only clad in a leather bustier and thong, a new look she had secretly been wearing underneath her clothes shortly after her forced body modification. Behind her glasses she looked down at Bob with eyes that regarded him as prize for her to claim. “You see Bob, now isn’t really the time for your patented brand of recklessness. No, everything is going to be orderly, neat, and most of all, under my complete control.”

“Dot? This isn’t funny, let me go!” She didn’t respond but rather she calmly straddled herself over his waist, heels still on her feet. Bob tried to give her a displeased glare but all it invoked from her is a smug sneer. “Dot!”

She leaned in, her heaving, heavy bosom pressed against his chest and her hand firmly gripped around his hair. “Don’t take that tone with me, Guardian. I am Mainframe’s COMMAND.COM, I will be given my proper respect. Now, how will you address me?”

“Dot, I’m serious!” She gave his silver locks a firm yank to get her point across. “Ah! Fine... Miss Martix.”

“Good boy.” Her hand reached behind her and slowly began to massage his genitals. “Mmm, getting hard already? Is it because of my new bustline? Maybe you like being controlled? Is that it, Guardian? Do you like being controlled?”

Bob wanted to yell at her. He wanted to tell her how insane she was and that she needed serious help. Instead, after a chance glace at her icon pinned over her waist like a belt buckle, all common sense and decency quickly escaped him as did his inhibition, leaving only secret desires even he wasn’t fully aware existed inside him. “Yes... yes, Miss Matrix.”

She grinned devilishly and began to undo her bustier enough to uncover one of her breasts. “Very good my favorite little Guardian, you get a reward for your honesty.” She slapped her breast against his face and was pleased at how eager he was to suckle on her stiff nipple. Her hand reached back and firmly groped and massaged his cock and balls as wet slurps and smacks filled the bedroom. Dot forced a muffled groan out of Bob as she tore his underwear off by the seams. “Now you’re going to sit back while I have my fun. But first thing’s first” she added before she pulled herself from Bob’s face and blindfolded and gagged him with her stockings.

With Bob’s restrained and unable to see or speak, she slid her thong down to her knees and slowly lowered herself onto Bob’s throbbing, aching cock. Her good mood nearly soured for a moment remembering the last time she was penetrated but her spirits quickly lifted back up when she remembered that she was in control of the situation, not some voyeur user, not Bob and definitely not Mouse. She buried Bob’s meat into herself until she was straddling over his base, letting out a long moan as she let it pulse and twitch inside her. Slowly, she began to rise and fall back down on his manhood, stopping at every third or so bounce to grind herself on it, each round picking up speed and force. She began to grope and rub her own breast as her momentum continued to increase, pounding down harder and faster onto Bob’s dick. Rubbing her stiffen nipple, she freed her other massive mammary and discarded the bustier to the floor. “Mmm, I bet your wishing you could see this, aren’t you Bob? My big luscious tits bouncing up and down while I ride on your pole? They look so amazing jiggling around, it must drive you crazy,” she teased. His groaning, muffled whimpering filled her with satisfaction.

Her bounces became faster and she landed down upon him with more intensity, leaning in on every downward gyration to get him to reach her favorite spot. She screamed out, not just for the immense physical pleasure but from the psychological high she was experiencing from being in complete and utter control of another person. Dot was doing anything she wanted to Bob and it filled her with endless ecstacy. Her nails scratched deeply into Bob’s chest as she drove herself deep onto his cock for the final push into a hard orgasm. The quaking of her body and passion of her final yell was enough to bring Bob to his own explosive finish, emptying his load deep inside her. Dot collapsed atop of Bob’s panting, heaving chest, trying to catch her own breath. Once composure was restored, she calmly cleaned herself off in Bob’s bathroom and redressed herself before untying one of Bob’s hands. “Well, it’s been fun Bob but I have to get back to the Principal Office. Just be a good boy and wait and I might come back again.”

Bob laid on the bed for a while before sense and reason returned to him. He freed himself of Dot’s stockings and makeshift binds, hoping futilely to get to Dot. “Damn, long gone...” He winced at the claw marks she left across his chest as he looked around his apartment for Glitch. Recalling the entire event, he realized he lost control of himself only when he made direct eye contact with her icon. “Something’s definitely up. I better examine Dot’s icon before she does anything else.”