Chapter 19
by 
LanceGrapher
What do you order her to do next?
"Talk dirty to me"
There. An easy order. No planning out what baffling sex tool to use, or even to put any effort into it at all. You just keep thrusting, toying with the temperature dildo as you do, smiling as you watch her wince as she talks. "Oh, yes, yes, oh goood, yes. Ohhhh... I'm... Oh, master, fuck me harder. Make me yours. Make me... bow to you, beg of you, bend to your whims." That she's somehow decided to follow your every word doesn't make the way she speaks less weird. "Oh, oh god, oh fuck, fuck me harder, like Ashley does -"
That is the wrong thing to say. Your smile flickers briefly, and you know she can see it, because she stammers and doesn't finish that sentence. You don't understand why it's wrong, though.
You turn up the heat. There's a red button on the remote, one you haven't touched yet, and when you press it she starts squirming. It's apparently a high heat button, and she physically can't stop squirming from the presumably painful sensation of fire in her ass. Admirably, she manages to remain on her back, not jumping up and running around screaming like a woman without her inhuman slavish mentality would.
You're doing nothing wrong here. You didn't break any of the rules she'd given you.
No, the rules that you'd given yourself. The rules, you realize, weren't just for your comfort. They were for your restraint. You would have done something terrible otherwise, not just stuck a burning dildo in her butt.
You start thrusting again. "Keep going", you say, smiling with less happiness and more viciousness. "Tell me all about you and Ashley."
"I - She - She'll tie me up. She'll tie me in place, with a vibrator, and stand there while she watches. Or she'll flog me, and tell me what a whore I am, and how I'm beneath her. How I... how I'm just something for her to toy with and enjoy."
You picture Ashley doing that. Then you picture yourself doing the same. "You are beneath me", you say. "You are just something for me to use."
She still squeals as you fuck her. "Yes. Yes, sir! Yes, I am."
"You are", you add, with more conviction. You can feel her, shifting under you, unwillingly moving her tiny ass along the surface as a defensive reflex against the fiery pain she must be feeling. You move a hand to her waist, to hold her steady so you can manage a better rhythm, but it doesn't actually stop her from moving much.
"You've always been", you add, too softly for her to hear.
Your hand reaches for her neck.
What's next?
These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.
Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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