MasterPC Ch. 13bymstrhole©
MPC 13: David Investigates Porn
One of the habits David hadn't given up from his pre-Master PC life was watching porn. He didn't watch as much of it, that was true, but he still watched some and kept up with what was going on in the world of "adult entertainment." He started an adult video review blog, opened a Twitter account, and started frequenting discussion forums on a number of adult video oriented websites. He learned a lot about the adult industry and got to know (if that word can be applied to internet acquaintances) a few people in the business including several producer/directors whom he regarded as friends. His new knowledge changed the way he watched porn and it had an impact on his tastes as well.
And that's how he began to suspect that someone else had obtained a copy of the techno-magic disc known to mind control fantasy writers everywhere as the Master PC. He started noticing more and more porn stars with unusually well developed genitalia – huge (even by porn standards) cocks, enormous clits, women with gigantic natural breasts, and women who just seemed like such sexual robots that they couldn't possibly be real. There are a good number of women in porn with huge sexual appetites – women who really get off on having sex in front of the camera – and a smaller number of men who are great performers. But David started seeing people whose appetites went well beyond anything he'd seen. It was like someone had combined the ten craziest women in porn into one person and set them loose on a video production set with a Barbie Doll physique. It was unnatural – even more so than porn's normal unnaturalness.
But what sealed the deal as far as David was concerned was the first time he saw a living, breathing, Futanari on his monitor. Outside of Hentai or Manga videos, or comic strips like "Innocent Dickgirls" the last hermaphrodite images he'd seen were in a video made by Paul Norman back in the 90's, and that had involved rubber cement and a prosthesis.
David had seen some chatter about these videos on an adult video discussion board. He made a few enquiries and eventually tracked down a copy of a video titled simply "The Fourth Sex," from Polymorph Video, Inc.
David loaded the DVD into his machine and sat back to watch. A series of images flashed across the screen accompanied by thumping techno music and a voice over.
"Women love their DICKS! Men love their PUSSIES! They're DICK GIRLS!"
The images were of creatures that occupied both sides of the gender gap. They appeared human. They were undoubtedly some of the most beautiful individuals David had ever seen. Stunning bodies with long legs, big tits, ghetto booty, and TWO sets of genitals, or one really messed up set. These things had huge cocks, no balls, and two nether openings. One appeared to be a pussy, because it had full, plump, labial lips. It was located just behind the base of the giant penis, where a man's balls would be attached. The other opening was obviously an anus. David estimated that the cocks on these creatures had to be at least a foot long; possibly longer. Not only that, but they were thick. And, these creatures were flexible – they were often shown sucking their own cocks, or sliding those cocks between their giant tits.
Images of these creatures fucking, sucking, and being fucked flashed across the screen. They ejaculated prodigiously and often, hosing their partners with long strings of gooey stuff. And the strangest thing about this spooge (as if the volume and frequency wasn't already strange enough) was that their partners acted as if it were ambrosia or, more accurately, like Jem'hadar craving ketracel white. These Futanari were shown with women, with other dick girls, and in one case, with a teenage boy (presumably at least 18 years old). David's cock was an iron bar in his trousers as he sat staring at the spectacle on the screen.
One he could have passed off as some sort of genetic mutation or extremely clever fake. But this video featured a host of them. These were not fakes – he was convinced of that. He'd watched those big dicks go from flaccid to impossibly erect. One explanation and this was the one David was most concerned about, was that someone else had gotten a hold of the Master PC program and was using it to create or breed a race of übersexual freaks. Either that or someone had figured out how to mutate Homo sapiens. Either way, further investigation was required.
"Julia," David said into the intercom, "would you come in here for a minute?"
Moments later his number one assistant, right arm, head cheerleader, gal pal, and friend with benefits, sashayed into David's office with, as usual, a sly smile creeping across her features and a gleam in her eye.
"You rang, boss?"
"Sit down a sec. I want to show you something."
"I've already seen everything you've got boss," she giggled.
"This isn't about me, you harlot," David chuckled. Then in a more serious tone he asked, "Ever see anything like this?"
He pointed at the screen and pressed a button on the video remote. The Dick Girl images reappeared in all their glory. Julia watched with the complete concentration that made her such a valuable asset to the company. At first she looked puzzled. Then she frowned. Then she leaned forward for a closer look.
"How did they do that?" Julia asked.
"Damned if I know," David replied.
"Ever see anything like it?" David asked.
"Nothing like that exists," Julia said in a voice that seemed to contradict her statement.
"Think it's fake?" David asked, pointing at the screen.
"Well, isn't it?"
"No, I don't think so."
"I don't know, but I want to find out. Something's happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear."
"Buffalo Springfield, 1967."
"Sometimes, Julia, I forget our age difference."
"Nevermind. So, other than the freakish nature of the participants, what did you think of the video?"
"Fuckin' A, boss. That's some hot shit," Julia said. She could curse like a sailor when she was aroused, and clearly she was aroused. She didn't even realize that she had put her hand up her skirt.
"Would you do a hermaphrodite?"
"Boss, you know me – I'd fuck a snake. But, wow, whatever these things are, I'd do one in a heartbeat. Look at them. They're beautiful. And those cocks. My god...they'd split me in two, but what a way to go."
"If you want to rub one out, go ahead," David said, pointedly looking at Julia's crotch, currently occupied by three fingers of her right hand.
"Oh! Shit! I didn't even realize. Wow...that must have affected me more than I thought."
David chuckled. "Well if you're going to jerk off, you might as well do it with a mouthful of cock," he said, unzipping his slacks and pulling out his erection.
"Mmmmm...I'll get right on it, boss," Julia said, slipping to her knees and hiking her skirt up to her waist. She gobbled David's cock and rubbed her fingers between her legs. She never wore panties to the office, so she had easy access to the goodies.
As her excitement increased she began to moan around the stiff pole invading her gullet. She loved sucking cock and could get off just doing it. Her fingers were giving added stimulation and she was rapidly nearing the point of no return. David let himself go easy, giving Julia a full load of his spunk as she was going over the edge into the orgasmic abyss.
A few moments later and with a final smack of her lips, Julia got up from her knees, David put his cock back in his pants, and life at the office resumed its normal course.
"So, what are you going to do to investigate these beautiful things," Julia said, looking wistfully at the screen, which David had frozen on the image of a tall, shapely, for-all-intents-and-purposes female form with the exception of the fact that between its legs hung a prodigious penis currently frozen in the act of spraying an impossibly thick load.
"First, I have to find them, which, on the surface, shouldn't be all that difficult given the Federal regulations relating to porn production in the U.S. There's an address at the beginning of the video. I'll start there."
"And then what?"
"I'll find out who's behind it."
"Why do you care?"
"You know me, Julia, I'm a curious guy."
"Yes, I do know you, David, and that's why I'm not buying 'I'm a curious guy'." Her fingers supplying the air quotation marks as she said this.
"It's the best answer you're going to get today," David said. He got a raised eye brow in response. He was not, of course, going to tell Julia the whole truth. The secret of the Master PC was not something he was prepared to share with Julia or anyone else.
"You're the boss."
"All righty then ... back to work," David said terminating the discussion.
Julia left David's office with a slight frown on her face. It wasn't often that her boss failed to share what was on his mind with her. But she knew better than to pursue it further, at least for the moment.
David, on the other hand, sat in his chair, lost in thought; the Futanari image on the big screen HDTV frozen in mid ejaculation. He knew he had to do something, starting with being very careful. Whoever was behind this wouldn't want anyone to find out what was really happening. He was a little surprised that anyone would make something like this so public. It was bound to invite curiosity. The denizens of the adult video discussion boards seemed to have come to a consensus that the Futanari were fakes – good fakes but fakes none the less – they apparently accepted Kin-Kin-Tha's First Law of Metaphysics: "Nothing unreal exists." The Futanari could not be real and therefore they did not exist. That was fine with David. The fewer questions the better, unless he was the one asking.
David wanted to know the truth. If someone else really DID have the Master PC program, he wanted to know about it. If someone was deliberately creating genetically altered human beings, he wanted to know that as well, and, put a stop to it. But David DID have to admit that if the opportunity arose to actually have sex with one of these beautiful creatures it would be a pretty big temptation -- a Futanari would be a true bisexual male's dream date.
He wrote down the record keeping address (in Los Angeles) from the back of the DVD box cover and had Julia book him a flight, a hotel, and a driver – David did NOT want to drive in L.A., and who could blame him? The place is a nightmare.
It was early afternoon, hot, and sunny when David's flight landed at LAX. This was, after all, Southern California – hot and sunny is what they sell. It keeps all those tanned and toned California Girls at the beach for everyone to look at. He preferred using car services when he travelled and he didn't mind paying for the luxury. When he arrived at the baggage pickup there was a man in a black suit with a sign that said "Donaldson."
Ninety minutes later, thanks to the near impossibility of getting anywhere in L.A. by automobile, David was in his hotel room unpacking. The last thing he unpacked was his laptop. Once it was up and running he checked his various e-mail accounts, blogs, websites, Twitter, Facebook, and the local weather.
He sent an e-mail to someone he actually knew in the porn industry, letting her know that he was in L.A., his phone number and where he was staying. She had once told him that she'd like to have dinner with him if he ever got anywhere near Porn Valley. He was a great admirer of her work. She appreciated his witty remarks, his ironic world view, and positive reviews of her movies.
Within minutes of his hitting "send" his phone rang.
"David? Is this really you?"
A half dozen smart ass remarks went through David's mind and were immediately rejected.
"Oh my god! It IS you."
"Last time I checked."
"This is wonderful. Do you have dinner plans? I'm just finishing a shoot and I know I'll be famished when it's through. Let me come pick you up and we'll go have dinner somewhere and talk."
"I'd love that. What time?"
"Seven too late?"
"No, not at all. I'll text you a picture of myself so you'll know who's standing at the curb waiting for you," David said, laughing. "I already know what you look like."
"Cool! See you at 7!"
The call ended and David did, indeed, snap a photo of himself with his phone and sent it to his dinner date. Then he called his car service and told them he wanted a pick up at 10 in the morning and that he planned to keep the car and driver for the day.
He looked at his watch, saw that it was just past 4:00 p.m. local time. He decided to take a nap and then shower before dinner. He set his alarm for five, stripped naked, and lay on the bed. He was almost instantly asleep.
At 6:59 p.m., David was standing in front of the hotel freshly showered, freshly shaved, and freshly dressed. At about five after 7 a Buick Enclave rolled into the hotel driveway and stopped in front of him. It had hardly come to a full stop when the driver's side door opened and a woman jumped out.
"David!" She practically screamed as she threw her arms around him and gave him a big kiss. "I've wanted to do that ever since I saw your avatar on Twitter – you know what a lip fetish I have."
"Well, hello to you too, Sydni," David said, grinning like some love struck high school boy. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you." He hugged her again. She ushered him into her car and they sped off to dinner.
It was a pleasant dinner with great conversation and it did not lead to a steamy sexual romp, if that's where you thought this was headed. David learned a lot about his friend and she learned a few things too. Toward the end of the dinner, as they were sipping coffee, David broached the subject of Futanari.
"Sydni, I need to ask you about some industry stuff."
The expression on Sydni's face froze, her smile replaced by a look of absolute betrayal. He'd broached a forbidden subject.
"You're not going to ask me to get you into porn, are you?"
"No," David laughed, "I know better than to ask that."
Sydni relaxed and laughed with him. "OK, what is it then?"
"What do you know about Polymorph Video, Inc.?"
"Not much. They're a relative newcomer out here but they've been growing really fast."
"What about the people who appear in their stuff? Ever work with any of them?"
"No. They're all under contract, apparently, and they only work for that company. Frankly, I'd never even heard of any of them before they showed up on video."
"Where do you think they came from?"
"Eastern Europe would be my guess, but I really don't know."
"What about the so-called 'dick-girls' or Futanari?"
"Yeah, aren't they weird? There's a big debate in the industry about whether they're real or not."
"I think they're real, Sydni, and that's why I'm here. I can only think of two ways they could be real: 1 - someone has figured out the most brilliant reconstructive surgery scheme in history or, 2 – we're looking at some sort of genetically engineered hybrid human being. The first option is just bizarre, but the second is downright frightening and I want to get to the bottom of it."
"Sort of. I can't tell you why, but I have a real interest in option two, if it's what I think it is. Can you point me to someone else in the industry that could get me an introduction?"
"I can't think of anyone off hand, but let me make a few phone calls and get back to you."
"You still have my cell number, right?"
"Oh, and one more thing – be careful. If this is what I suspect, they won't want anyone asking questions, so make your phone calls really discreet."
"What's going on – what do you know that's got you so spooked about this? I mean, they can't be real, can they? Good grief – human beings with two working sets of genitals? Really?"
David sighed. He considered, for just a moment, letting Sydni in on the secret.
"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you," David said, smiling, trying to make a joke of it by doing a really bad Sean Connery impression.
"Ha ha. Seriously...what do you know?"
"I know this isn't right. It's not natural. And, it's not fake. These creatures are real. I want to find out what's behind this. You're just going to have to take my word for it that I know what this is, or I believe I do. I just can't say more. Not now, maybe not ever."
Sydni looked at David for a moment, started to speak several times, stopped, looked at him some more. "I think you're crazy. But, I'll see what I can do to get you hooked up with Polymorph. Don't hold your breath though – it's a pretty well insulated outfit. I'm not sure I can do what you want me to."
"Well, just give it a shot. Now, let's talk about something more pleasant. How's your next movie coming along?"
The next morning, David's phone rang.
"Sydni asked me to call you about Polymorph."
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything would be more than I know right now. What can you tell me?"
"Company showed up out of nowhere two years ago and started producing a ton of videos right off the bat. No one knows where they came from – they just showed up just like that."
"Full blown from the brow of Zeus," David muttered to himself.
"Nevermind. Didn't they hire local production crews?"
"Nope. Had all their own people."
"Who's the head guy?"
"It's a woman. Rikko Gresserhof. Supposedly from Switzerland, but she looks Japanese. She accepted the award Polymorph won at last year's AVN's, anyway."
"They have a studio? Place they conduct business?"
"They keep their legal records at a place out on Cahuenga, but that's all I know. Oh, and one other thing."
"They shoot their regular videos, you know, the boy-girl and girl-girl stuff, in rented mansions in and around Porn Valley, just like everybody else. But the weird shit, that 'dick girl' stuff, they don't. Nobody knows where that gets shot and everyone wants to because it's the hottest stuff to hit the biz since anal and Brazilian waxes."
"Thanks. That's helpful. Who did you say you were?"
"I didn't. Let's keep it that way."
"This is a creepy outfit. No one gets in. Ultra hush hush. Creepy. I'm staying clear. The last guy who thought about looking into Polymorph disappeared about two months ago and hasn't been seen since."
"No problem. Just wanted to know who to thank."
"Thank Sydni. She convinced me to call you. Be careful pal – these people play for keeps."
The connection went dead. David looked at his phone for a moment. He already had the Cahuenga address from the DVD's. He picked up his phone again and punched in the number for his driver.
"This is Mr. Donaldson. You close by? Good. I'll be downstairs in five minutes."
Rikko Gresserhof looked at herself in the mirror. She'd just stepped out of the shower. Her bathroom was walled with mirrors. She looked back at herself from every angle. She was pleased. No one would know that she was almost fifty years old. She had the body of an Amazon Goddess. Slim, petite, graceful, and delicate; classically Japanese; all of those words would apply to the old Rikko Gresserhof. Brilliant, cunning, street wise and ruthless would be appropriate to the new and improved version, along with "shredded" and "hung." Rikko Gresserhof was hung like a Erik Everhard. As she absently stroked her massive endowment she let her mind wander back to the time before her transformation; before her real life had begun.
She had come from nothing. She had been the submissive wife of a Swiss banker. It was an arranged marriage which meant that her family had more or less sold her to Hans Gresserhof. She had a college degree in economics and computer science from a prestigious American university but she had been forced into a life of servitude to a fat old man with a lot of money, a lot of power, and a really small penis because her father had become deeply indebted to Herr Gresserhof by making some rather stupid investments. So Rikko had been yanked from her American friends and a budding career to adopt the form and substance of the stereotypical Japanese wife subservient to her husband in all ways.