Mister Big goes High Tech

by Orb

Previous story: Nancy Sleuth and the Secret Lair

Mr. Big learned a lesson he would never forget that day. It was the day he pulled the trigger on the Vibrato Gun. In minutes, it turned a dangerous nemesis into a whimpering little girl. As he watched Miss Liberty kneeing before him, naked and humiliated, he learned that he who has the best toys.... wins.

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It was just past midnight at Tech Corp. Robert sat in front of his blue computer screen, absorbed in his work, when a co-worker made a surprise visit. It was Cindy, the mousy programmer from the office down the hall. The petite young woman had short curly hair and hid her pretty face behind a pair of ugly black rimmed glasses. Technically, she was his superior, but rarely did she check on what he was doing. Tonight, her demeanor was different.

Cindy closed the door behind her. She stood before him with her hands on her waist and a pouty frown on her face.

“Robert, you’re in big trouble. I know what you’ve been doing.”

There was a slight quiver in her voice. Cindy obviously did not enjoy confrontations.

“What are you talking about?” He replied.

“Don’t play dumb. I’ve been checking the network. You’ve been violating company protocols for the last six months.”, she replied in a whispered shout.

“OK, you got me.”, Robert fessed, “I’ll stop if you don’t tell anyone.”

Cindy gave a sympathetic smile. “I can’t do that Robert. I’ll have to report you. Look. If you promise to quit tomorrow, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

Robert grinned. “You drive a hard bargain Cindy. OK. I’ll quit tomorrow.”

Cindy’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe she had won the argument in less than a minute.

Robert leaned forward in his chair. “Aren’t you just a little curious as to what I’ve been up to?”

Cindy had a half smile on her face and a devilish gleam in her eye. “Well.... OK. Show me!”, she said.

Robert reached over to his keyboard. “OK, stand right there.” He hit a couple keys.

Hearing the sound of a servomotor, Cindy looked over her right shoulder. The large office was full of strange equipment. In the corner of the room, what looked to be some kind of ray gun, mounted on a tripod, was swiveling until it pointed straight at her.

Her eyebrows raised. “What is th.....” There was a blue flash and Robert was alone in his office.

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The next morning, Robert did not go into work. He was picked up by limo, and taken to an undisclosed location. He had just eight short hours to set up the computer control system for the demonstration. The outcome would determine whether he lived to see tomorrow or not.

That evening, Robert paced the floor until the looming figure of Mr. Big strode into the underground lab. Robert pulled out a chair next to a desk.

“Everything’s set. I did a system check. We‘re ready to go.”, he said.

“You’ll get your money after I’ve seen it work.”, came a deep reply.

“OK. OK. Have a seat.” said Robert. “Right now, the system is only set up for female body types. Actually, I tested it again last night. A superior caught me breaking protocols, so I zapped her. She’s in the system right now.”

He turned the monitor on. Cindy’s smiling face came into focus. She was seating in what looked to be a hunting lodge with a roaring fire behind her. Casually dressed in a sweater and jeans, Cindy was holding five cards.

Robert turned towards Mr. Big. “We were playing a game of strip poker. She’s beating the pants off me.”, he joked. Sweat ran down his forehead.

Mr. Big was incredulous. “She doesn’t know what happened to her?”

“No. Not unless I tell her.” said Robert. “She thinks she’s up north on vacation. There are lots of other programs. She’ll also respond to any command.” Robert turned towards the screen. “Honey, the card game’s over. Sorry you lost. Why don’t you take your sweater off and show your tits to Mr. Big.”

Cindy sulked and flopped her cards down on the couch. Setting her glasses on the nearby end table, she grabbed hold of her sweater and pulled it over her head. Hesitantly, she undid the clasp on her bra. Looking back up at the screen, she let it fall to her waist. Her smallish breasts came into view.

Mr. Big’s mouth dropped. He was in awe. Turning to Robert he asked, “You used my name. Will she remember anything?”

“Nope!” Robert smiled. “When she leaves, the last thing she’ll remember was the moment she entered the system.”

Mr. Big’s face lit up like he was twelve years old on his birthday.

“How easy is it to add someone to the system?”, he asked.

“Name her. A rival‘s girlfriend or a politician‘s daughter....”, Robert grinned.

Mr. Big instantly replied. “That Hispanic hottie on Hectic Homemakers!”

Robert sat down in front of the keyboard.

“Eva. Somehow, I knew you’d pick her. That why I scheduled this meeting for tonight. The Global TV awards are being held as we speak. We can pluck her right off the red carpet. There’s already a hover drone in position. Tech Corp. and the government will soon realize that we‘ve...you’ve hijacked their top-secret project. As soon as I get a lock on her, it’ll take a few seconds for the satellite to respond. How about a two-fer?”

“What?”

“That cute girl with the freckles on that deserted island show.”

“Yeah. Her too!”, replied Mr. Big.

Cindy’s topless image disappeared from the screen and the red carpet came into focus. Mr. Big watched as two red X’s moved across the screen. The camera zoomed in further. The X’s had found their mark. Robert hit the enter key. Seconds later there was a flash and the red carpet was a scene of pandemonium as security guards rushed in to protect the scattering celebrities.

“Got ‘em!”, shouted Robert.

Mr. Big patted him on the back. “Bobbie boy! Way to go!” The world’s most dangerous crime boss was acting like his high school buddy.

Robert hit a key. Eva and Lilly appeared on the large monitor. They were relaxing on a sunny beach in a pair of reclining chairs wearing only their smiles.

“Hi Robbie!”, they said in unison

Robert smiled, “I call this program, “Island Paradise””.

“That’s them!”, Mr. Big chimed in.

“Yep! And they’ll do anything you or the program tells them do to.” Robert spoke into computer’s microphone. “Why don’t you girls entertain yourselves a bit?”

On cue, Eva and Lilly began to make out as they rolled around on the white sand of the deserted beach. They fondled and caressed the eachother as the ocean waves splashed over their naked bodies. Mr. Big sat speechless.

Robert had to speak up to catch Mr. Big’s attention. “It’s really them. They’ll act as they normally do, but right now the program is telling them that they’re madly in love with eachother. You can make them pose for nude photos or pick from hundred of pre-programmed x-rated scenarios. With a click of a button, you can upload their pics and videos to the net and they’ll become instant porn stars.“

He moved and clicked his mouse.

“I just uploaded Cindy‘s topless picture to the net. ”

“It’s the perfect tool for blackmail.”, Mr. Big said.

Robert replied. “I thought so too, then, a while back, it occurred to me. They have to tell the truth if asked a question. Their memories are in the system. If I ask who’s dick did they last suck, they have to answer truthfully. They’ll even recall their experiences for you. Check his out.”

Robert clicked a couple keys. Cindy appeared again on the screen only this time she looked like she was 18. She and her nerdish boyfriend were parked on an empty country road. He undid the button on her jeans as they made out. She let out a soft moan as his hand disappeared into her panties.

Robert continued. “There’s no need for blackmail. They’ll tell you their bank account and pin numbers. After you’ve had your kicks with Eva and Lilly, you can empty their savings into yours with a click of the “Poor House“ icon.“ He paused. “I think I’ve had enough fun with Cindy. The moleculizer on the satellite can reintegrate her anywhere on the planet........ There! I just reintegrated her somewhere in Eastern Europe without a stitch on. She’ll have no idea how it happened.”, Robert smirked.

“And the moleculizer can add ANYONE to the system?” Mr. Big asked.

“Human anatomy is complex. I only had time to set it up for females, but, yeah, it can add any chick to the system.”

“Even if the “chick” is Ultra Woman.”, Mr. Big said in a lower tone.

Robert paused, then replied. “Yeah. Ultra Woman is made of molecules. The moleculizer doesn’t care how dense those molecules are. If she’s targeted, she will be added to the system like the others. You can do with her as you please. She’ll be powerless. You can even fuck her.”

“What!?”, exclaimed Mr. Big.

“This is the best part.”

Robert reached over and handed him a foot long black cylinder that was connected to the computer’s USB port. Mr. Big looked at it. There was an opening at one end.

“What is this?”

“That will allow you to interface with the girls in the system. I call it a “joystick”. The inside will feel EXACTLY like the girl’s pussy you’re fucking.”, Robert proclaimed. “I’ll let you try it out tonight with Eva and Lilly.”

“Are you kidding me? How real is it? “, Mr. Big asked.

“It’s so real.... I zapped a couple local cheerleaders last week. I could feel their cherries pop. I even got them pregnant. Don’t worry. The virus protection software that’s included will protect you from STDs. If you want to knock a girl up, just click on the condom icon and deselect it. Then move her fertility bar up to 100%. You can even select how many kids you want her to have. I think there’s a limit of 7. Of course, once she’s preggo , you can’t undo it, but you can always change other things about her appearance: blonde, brunette, A cups, DD’s, bald pussy or Sasquatch. There are lots of other options. It‘s all in the manual.” Robert proclaimed.

“This is the ultimate weapon and recreational system. I‘ll be able to defeat the most powerful being on the planet. Soon, Ultra Woman will be my plaything!”, declared Mr. Big. He turned towards Robert. “A sum of 25 million dollars will be deposited into your account. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you Bobbie.”

“Don’t do anything I would do!”, Robert smiled.

Mr. Big glared back at him and his smile evaporated.

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Later that night, in his lair, Mr. Big fired up his new toy. On his monitor, Eva and Lilly sat in a classroom wearing schoolgirl outfits. Their hair was tied in pigtails. Eva was chewing bubblegum.

“OK, it’s question time. Let’s see if you’ll tell the truth. Raise your hand if you’ve ever fucked someone to get a part.”

Eva and Lilly bit their lips and looked at eachother. Lilly raised her hand.

Eva stopped chewing and asked, “Do blowjobs count?”

“Yes.”, replied Mr. Big.

Looking at the floor, Eva raised her hand as well.

“Let’s have a look.” He hit the memory key. The screen split in two. The left screen showed Eva’s nude tan body. She was on her knees performing fellatio on a casting director. Her eyes never left his as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. Occasionally, she would dip down and lap at his balls. The right screen showed Lilly bent over the casting couching in a room full of mirrors. Her jeans and panties were at her ankles. A loud slapping noise was heard as a geriatric director fucked his young conquest doggie style.

A click of a key returned them to the classroom. Lilly raised her hand.

“Speak.”

“You’re not going to tell anyone are you?”, she asked.

“Well, girls. I’ll make you a deal.”

He selected a scenario from the pull down menu. Dressed in black lingerie, the girls were now lying on a bed in a cheap motel.

“I’m going to fuck you both. The one I like the best goes free. The loser is going to make alot of money for me as an adult video star.”, he declared.

Mr. Big shoved his massive cock into the joystick. It appeared at the bottom of the screen. The contest was on.

Soon, Mr. Big watched as Eva dropped her panties and straddled him on the bed. The petite Latina winced as she tried to fit his cock in her. Inside the joystick, he felt the head of his dick brush up against her trimmed pubic hair and part her labia. He reached over and raised her lubrication level to 20 with the mouse. His dick slid easily into her warm wet snatch. Eva bounced on his cock for half an hour as she squeezed her breasts and moaned. Then, it was Lilly’s turn. He told Eva to sit in the corner and watch.

Lilly stood before the bed and slowly undressed. Mr. Big admired her girl-next-door looks and wide smile. She undid her bra revealing a firm pair of C cups. Reluctantly, she pinched the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Lilly had a thick triangle of black pubic hair. Eva bit her lip to suppress a smile.

“Sorry, I should have trimmed.”, Lilly stammered. Mr. Big was silent.

As he lay on the bed, she took hold of his dick and fed it into her snatch. It was a tight fit. Facing him, Lilly placed her hands behind her back on his legs, spread her legs showing everything, as she worked her pussy up and down on his cock.

Later that night, the two rising stars were on their knees taking turns sucking his cock. Eva pulled his dick out of her mouth and Lilly took her turn.

“So, who’s the winner?”, Eva smiled. Next to her, Lilly anxiously looked up with his cock stuffed in her mouth.

“Actually, I thought you both were lousy.”, Mr. Big chortled.

He clicked the Poor House icon and watched their bank accounts drop to zero. “Keep sucking.” Approaching climax, he clicked “Mega Facial”. Exploding inside the joystick, he watched, on screen, as cum flowed out of his virtual reality dick like water from a garden hose. Eva and Lilly knelt obediently as it splashed across their faces and filled their pouty mouths. Two of the hottest actresses on television had been facialized.

“Say thank you Daddy.”

The two cum-covered cuties reluctantly gargled, “Thank you Daddy.”

Clicking the “Autofuck” icon, the girls unhappily began their careers as porn starlets. They would be forced to perform in hundreds of porn films with computer generated co-stars while the main computer recorded and mass produced their DVDs.

It was 4am, and Mr. Big was exhausted from his night of fun.

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The next day, Mr. Big was reviewing targets.

“Susan Wong, a thirty-something businesswoman, head of IKA computers. I’ll bet she’s worth alot.”

Two hours, later he stared at her cum covered face on his monitor. Susan had been fucked and facialized. A window in the corner of the screen showed the sum of her bank balances. It read $0. Clicking “Autofuck”, he continued to review the list of the world’s richest women when a name drew his immediate attention.

Lady Lara Crawford

“Why didn’t I think of her sooner?!”, he thought to himself. The big-breasted, pistol packing, archeologist was a world class athlete and one of the richest women on the planet. He ordered all of the hover drones to find her immediately.

“I must have her!”, he declared.

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The sun was shining brightly in the Alps that day as Lara lowered her sunglasses. She was training for the downhill biathlon. Speeding down the triple black diamond course with a rifle strapped to her back, she neared the first row of targets. Traveling at an amazing rate, she stood up on her skis, swung her rifle over her shoulder, and fired a volley of shots.

Bulls eye. Bulls eye. Bulls eye.

It was then that she spotted trouble out of the corner of her eye. Behind her, a group of flying saucers dipped into the valley in a V formation. They were heading straight for her. Lara knew from experience to shoot first and ask questions later. Ducking down to increase her speed, she pushed off with her feet, spun 180 degrees in the air, and landed. Lara was now speeding down the deadly course in reverse. Of course, Lady Crawford happened to be one of the world’s best backward skiers.

Lifting her rifle once again. She took aim.

Mr. Big anxiously watched his monitor. A red X was now on top of Lara Crawford. He felt his dick harden. A few seconds more and he would be on top of Lara Crawford.

pop, pop, pop, pop

Four saucers shattered and fell as they were hit with .22 caliber rounds. Mr. Big pounded his desk in anger.

The remaining saucers quickly regrouped. Lara had emptied her rifle. Discarding it, she let go of her ski poles and grabbed for her trusty pair of automatic pistols holstered at her waist. She never left home without them. She exercised her trigger fingers, downing another dozen saucers with ease.

Lara laughed out loud. “This is the best shooting practice I’ve had all month!”

Unfortunately, she did not see the bump in the course ahead of her. It sent the wealthy heiress flying for yards. She landed in a deep snowdrift.

Three saucers hovered overhead. Mr. Big grinned as his watched his monitor. Lara’s head and torso were stuck in a snow pile with her feet sticking straight upward. A red X was centered on her buttocks.

Mr. Big clicked the enter key.

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“Lara, dear Lara. I can’t recall all the times you’ve escaped my grasp.”

On his monitor, Lara was reclining on an elegant sofa in a silk bathrobe in what appeared to be a Victorian mansion. She looked at him loathingly. Despite, her dire predicament, she looked at home in her virtual reality prison.

“Maybe you’ll be a little more receptive after a little “foreplay”. He clicked the “Self Love” icon. Suddenly, Lara became fascinated by her own body. As if unaware of his prying eyes, the busty brunette began to masturbate herself towards climax. At first, her fingers gently stroked the exterior of her silk panties. Soon, there was a visible wet spot between her thighs. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside revealing her trimmed pussy and slipped an index finger into her slit.

“Oooo. Ooooo. Ooohhhh!”

Tears ran down her cheeks as her body exploded with pleasure. A minute later, she regained her composure, sneered at him, and pressed her thighs together.

“Don’t by shy Lara. I picked this spot for your photo session.” He clicked the “Centerfold” Icon and perused an array of choices.

Modest Beauty

PG-13

Topless only.

Full nudity. (Softcore)

Gynecological nudity.

“Get ready for your close up Ms. Crawford.” He selected Gynecological Nudity.

A team of virtual reality photographers set up lights and cameras, as Lara watched helplessly from the sofa.

“I’m off to take a shower. I’ll be back to fuck you silly in a couple hours. Don‘t go anywhere.“, Mr. Big laughed.

Lara gasped as the monitor clicked off. Mr. Big was going to enjoy this evening. He took a long hot shower and poured himself a scotch. When he returned the main computer had already printed a couple hundred porno mags.

He flipped to the first page. Lara was smiling on the sofa. Two pages later, she gave the readers a full glimpse of her enormous chest. Lady Crawford had arguably the world’s best natural set of hooters. Towards the end of the magazine, the noblewoman was positioned in the most degrading of poses. Buck naked, she leaned back on the sofa with her legs spread in the air leaving nothing to the imagination. The last five pages featured close ups of her privates. With her fingers spreading her labia, the photographers had snapped pictures of the Cavern Raider’s pink interior.

“I’ll soon be raiding that!”, Mr. Big smirked.

He turned on the monitor and selected a scenario. Soon, Lara knelt nude at his feet with a silk blindfold on.

“Open your mouth.”, he commanded.

Lara did so with her tongue resting on her lower lip. Her full lips were painted with bright red lipstick. She had a generous mouth that was made for cock sucking. Mr. Big looked down at the haughty heroine turned high-class hooker. He shoved his dick in her mouth. Inside the joystick he felt her feasting on his manhood. She worked her mouth deeper and deeper onto his cock as she sucked it harder and harder. Mr. Big felt he was going to cum prematurely. He pulled his dick out of the joystick. Looking down he saw there was a red lipstick ring at the base of his cock.

“Take off your blindfold. Lay on the bed and spread your legs. ”, he ordered

Lara obeyed. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Victory was sweet. He moved his mouse over to the corner of the screen and raised her fertility bar to the max. Pregnancy was now inescapable.

“I hope you like boys. You’re going to have seven of them!”, he declared.

She helplessly watched as he shoved his fat dick into her pussy. Lara grunted and moaned as her vagina received its uninvited guest. Soon, her massive tits were flopping all around as he pounded his dick deeper and deeper into her cunt. With his cock balls-deep inside of her, it was time for the grand finale. He clicked, “Mega Cock”.

Lara looked down at her crotch in disbelief as she watched his cock grow in length and girth with her vagina stretched tightly around it.

“Your stretching me!”, she whined.

The look on her face was all Mr. Big needed to reach completion. His elephant-sized cock filled her cavernous cunt with a hot load of spooge. A horde of eager semen raced towards her unprotected womb where seven eggs awaited fertilization.

He pulled his dick out of her. It was still gesyering. It sent a spray of cum across her that fell on her face and tits.

A red sign flashed in the corner of the monitor screen. It flashed, “Impregnation complete.”.

“When I send you packing, you won’t remember any of this. That’s why I’m going to upload it to the net. I want you to know who defeated you.”, he declared.

“It’s time to deprive you of your most prized possessions.” He clicked the “Poor House” icon. His eyes lit up when he saw her net worth counting down from $450 million.

“You and your bank account are about to get milked. Look down at your perfect pair one last time, Lara!” With a click of the “Tit Milker” icon, a pair clear plastic cups, connected to large suction hoses, fell from the ceiling. Lara laid on the bed and pleaded as she watched her nipples being pulled up and into the cups.

FOOMP! FOOMP!

Her nipples had conformed to the shape of the cups. The suction was incredible. The pregnant heroine felt her breasts burn. Her back arched.

“You can’t do this to me! Stop!”

SPLOOSH!!!!!

Soon, she watched her nipples erupt. A torrent of milk rushed up the hoses. Her account was down to $300 million.

“No! Not my breasts. You can have my money, but not my breasts! Please!”, she cried.

“Those fun bags of yours aren’t looking so hot anymore, are they Lara?”, Mr. Big taunted.

Lara’s shrunken breasts were now streaked with veins as they strained to continue producing milk. Her net worth was down to $100 million.

The suction cups pulled upward stretching her tits. Milk continued to come out in spurts.

“Good to the last drop! eh Lara”

As her net worth hit rock bottom, the cups released her nipples. Her stretched and withered mammeries flopped onto her stomach.

“My beautiful breasts! They’re ruined!”, she cried.

“Goodbye Lara. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you!” He clicked one last button.

Nude, penniless, and preggers, Lara materialized in a London maternity ward as the video of her defeat uploaded to the net.

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Mr. Big relaxed in his chair and lit up a cigar. He hadn’t felt this good since the day he ruined Miss Liberty’s career and impregnated Nancy Sleuth.. He smiled to himself knowing that they were both, off somewhere, still trying to birth all the plant pods that filled their wombs.

Suddenly, his monitor was flashing a proximity warning. Something was approaching the satellite at Mach 5. The satellite did not possess a targeting system of its own. Relying on hover drones, it was a sitting duck. He watched on the monitor as Ultra Woman split it in half. The satellite was destroyed. Its remnants would slowly burn up over the ocean.

Mr. Big remained calm. He knew this was eventual. With the money he had acquired, he would build a new satellite. One with self defense mechanisms.

Looking at his monitor, he watched Eva making her twentieth porn flick. She was on her knees sucking the cum out of a long black cock. A click of his mouse, showed Lilly with her mouth pressed up against a woman’s furry muff, eating her out. Susan Wong was busy at work on her latest film. Standing helpless in a Japanese schoolgirl outfit, a pair of men had lifted her skirt and were pulling her white panties down.

“Your days are numbered Ultra Woman. Soon, I‘ll have you and your sidekick exactly where I want you!”, Mr. Big gloated.

THE END.