An old friend

"What would that be?" I ask.

"What about Michelle?" Dave asks in return.

I'm silent for a moment. "Fuck." I'd completely forgotten about our old friend.

Pulling up Michelle Wright on my laptop, I breathe a bit of a sigh of relief as I see that nobody had claimed her. In fact, according to the data I can see, she'd never even used a dating app, so there would have been no way for anyone to capture her before the contest ended.

Before all this began, Dave and I would play video games with her every week. We're good, but she's in a league of her own when it comes to that stuff. She loves to beat people online, then turn off her voice masking software and listen to them curse as they find out that a "girl" beat them.

With everything going on, though, it seemed we'd both completely forgotten about her. I guess I had been too focused on capturing women I could get, and Dave had been busy screwing his pair every which way.

Looking at her model on the screen, I realize for the first time that I'm thinking about her as a woman, though. Her prowess at gaming and such things had, until now, made me think of her just as another one of the guys.

"So, you going to capture her?" Dave asks as Savannah tends to his nuts and he blasts a load into her hair.

"Any other woman," I say, "yes. In a heartbeat. Her? We've been friends for too long. I think I at least owe her an explanation before I make her one of my sluts."

"Suit yourself," Dave says. "I'd just claim her and be done with it."

"Only because you don't like how she always gets the best of you when it comes to crude jokes."

"I wonder if she'd still claim that her pussy is more like a pencil sharpener," Dave mutters.

"Well, my cock's the only key," I retort, and Dave blushes.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll make it up to you. Not gonna give you anyone too hot but I'll hook you up, man." I bring up Dave's profile and enable some general safety features for him. "You won't have to send Rosa and Bree home every so often now, for one."

"Another reason I wish I'd kept trying to capture," Dave laments. "Thanks, man."

"Lucy, Satin," I order my two bodyguards, "get the limo ready." Lucy goes off while Satin remains in the room.

Picking up my phone, I call Michelle.

"Hey, Greg," she says. "Long time no hear."

"Yeah, sorry. Things happened. Last few months were crazy."

"I take it things have settled down?"

"Something like that. Mind if I come over? I'll explain everything."

"Only if you let me pick the game I'll whoop your ass at."

"Deal. See you soon."

She clearly blows a kiss into her phone's pickup before hanging up. The tease.

Turning to Dave, I say, "This is gonna feel funny for a moment." Quickly claiming him, I bump up his cock size and set his sexual stamina to the maximum level, before unclaiming him.

Dave quickly realizes what I've done. "Hey, man, if that's the way you're gonna change me you can do that any time."

"Girls," I order the room generally, "tend to Dave's needs and obey him as you would me until I'm back. Make sure he's completely satisfied. Nobody leaves until I'm back, got it?"

Checking a random profile, I confirm that Dave is listed as Secondary Owner on the woman in question, complete with a proviso that the ownership will only last until my return, just as I ordered.

Walking out, Satin falls in to flank me as I close the door, laptop and phone in hand. Once we're in the elevator, I ask, "It's great that you're here to guarantee my safety, but what about theirs?"

"Our Lord has authorized us to take certain measures toward ensuring the safety and security of your harem, Master," she says calmly. "If anyone should attempt to violate them with your permission, the consequences will, I assure you, be dire."

"I'd still feel more comfortable with one of you actually being there," I say, regretting my previous order for both of them to get the limo ready. "Besides, I want Dave to know what it's like to fuck you."

"If you order me to fuck Dave, Master," Satin says, "I will certainly do so provided no situation arises that conflicts with my Lord's orders."

"And right now those orders demand that you be with me."

"Correct."

"I guess you'll just have to settle for my dick, then. For now."

"Your dick is one of only two that I truly desire, Master, though you may order me to desire others." Clearly part of what that guy had done to her makes her more able to at least voice her distaste for my orders.

On the other hand, she's incredibly hot and will do basically anything I say, so I can live with it.

On the drive to Michelle's place, I fuck Satin doggy-style, pumping her full of spunk. Somehow the limo, or maybe my bodyguards, had anticipated what I would want to do, because it's set up ideally for that.

"Wait here with the limo. Lucy, I'll want your ass on the way back."

The two nod, but Lucy says, "If we sense any apparent danger, Master, we will be there in a heartbeat."

"I'm pretty sure the only danger I'm in is of Michelle getting more headshots than me."

"Nonetheless, I would suggest that you not tell her of recent events until after you have captured her, Master," Satin advises, but all three of us know what I intend anyway.

Ringing the doorbell, Michelle lets me in. No sooner have I taken my shoes off than she tosses me a controller. "You've got a few months of rust to shake off, bud," she says.

"Compared to you I always feel like I've got a few months of rust to shake off," I point out.

An hour--and much proof of my actual rust--later, Michelle sits back, gloating as usual.

"So what's up, Greg?" she asks. "Why've you been missing for the last while?"

I take a deep breath. The one woman whose opinion I care about is the one person whom I'm not willing to capture--and thus be safe against--before telling my story. "Well, it started when this new app appeared on my phone..."

I tell her the whole story, leaving nothing out. I tell her how I break women's minds. I tell her about how I fuck them whenever I'd like. I tell her about how I'd come to the realization that I see women only as sets of holes to stick my cock in. I tell her about how I'd connived and schemed to capture Sabra. I tell her about how I'd won the contest and have, effectively, complete ownership of the entire world.

I half-expect Michelle to scream, or call the cops, or attack me, or something, but she just sits there, listening, then taking in my story once I'm done, mulling it over. "Quite the tale you've spun there. Got any proof?"

I pat the seat next to me and she moves over. Pulling out my phone, I show her the app there, and then the expanded version on my laptop.

"It's a good thing I don't use dating apps, I guess," she says.

"I wouldn't have thought to try to capture you even if you did," I admit sheepishly.

"I'm just one of the guys to you," she agrees, before using a finger to tilt my head toward her chest, and her other hand to heft her bust. "But would one of the guys have these?"

For the first time, I really take in Michelle's body.

Fuck, she's hot.

Not as hot as Sabra. If anything, she's a little overdeveloped for that, her bust too large, her ass too big, for her frame. But I can't deny that she is an extraordinarily attractive woman.

I'm sorely tempted to claim her then and there and order her plump lips around my hard dick.

"You want to claim me and fuck my huge butt, don't you," she says.

"Actually, I'd order you to blow me first," I admit.

"Well then what are you waiting for?" she asks.

"What?"

"What are you waiting for? Just claim me."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Of all the people..." she mutters. "If I were anyone else, you'd have done it already."

"Yeah."

"So why am I any different?"

"Well, because, because, you're you."

"What if I told you that I want this?"

"You... what?"

"Greg, let me show you my browser history." She gets up, grabs her own laptop, pulls up her history.

It's full of stories about worlds where women are nothing but fuck toys for men, sometimes all men, sometimes just one. Stories where women's bodies and minds are as malleable as gold and silver. Stories about women having no rights, where women are **** to obey men.

"This is your deepest fantasy," I gasp.

"That's not all." Michelle takes off her shirt, unclasps her bra, exposing her gigantic tits. She pinches a nipple and squirms in orgasm. "Greg, I'm hot as fuck. I know I'm hot as fuck. I turn myself on looking in the mirror each morning and evening. I'm hypersensitive and I jill myself to sleep every night. I can cum from air moving across my nips. And I want nothing more than for someone to own me, use me, **** me. I want you to claim me, fuck me, violate me, order me not to cum, order me to cum, use me as a toy. This is my deepest fantasy come true."

"Maybe I won't, then. Just because you want it so badly."

"You're as turned on by this as I am," she says, casting a pointed look at my crotch.

"Before I claim you," I say, "there's something I want to know." I pull up another feature on my laptop, displaying the profile Michelle would've seen if she'd used dating apps and come across me. "Would you have swiped right on this?"

Michelle reads it. "Looks good. Really good. But no."

"Then I'm glad you don't use dating apps," I say, chuckling, as I pull up her hotness rating. A perfect 10, just like Sabra. Of course, in Sabra's case, it was because she has the perfect body; in Michelle's case, it's because of her hypersexuality.

An idea occurs to me. I turn the laptop screen away from her and figure out how to run a simulation. Setting Dave's profile to have the same perks I chose, I generate what his profile might have looked like to Michelle. "Would you have swiped right on this?" I ask, showing her.

Michelle smiles. "In a heartbeat. He's perfect. Who is he?"

I close the pop-up to reveal who it could have been.

"Dave, huh," she says. "Maybe you'll give me to him instead?"

I laugh. "He didn't win. I wonder what would've happened if he had captured you, though."

This time no message appears, explaining what would've happened in the event of a tie. I guess that weird guy wasn't about to divulge all his secrets.

"Ready to be captured?" I ask.

"After you answer a question," she says. I nod.

"It seems to me that this whole scenario seems pretty damn contrived just to cook up a situation in which you get to fuck every woman everywhere, whenever you like. Almost like something out of one of those stories. So, my question is, what if we are just in one of those stories?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if this whole thing is just some wish-fulfillment power fantasy by some horny, perverted author? I mean, look at what's gone on. Look at me, especially. I'm smoking hot with a huge submissive streak and you just always thought I was 'one of the guys'? How oblivious did you have to be? Fuck, Greg, if you'd come to me a few weeks ago and just asked me to swipe right on you, I'd probably have done it! No need to capture Sabra then!"

"Hey, hey, I'd still have tried, I didn't know that the app would take into account more than just how hot the women are. Besides, I wouldn't have wanted anyone else getting her. Besides, how was I to know that you're a massive sub? You always seem so confident when we play video games!"

"That's because I'm good at those," she points out. "Now tell me, what would you say if that was true, if you're just the main character in some harem fantasy and aren't actually in control of what you're doing?"

"I'd say that I don't much care, since I still get to fuck a bunch of hot women all the time. What about you?"

"I'd only care if the author decides that you won't own me."

"Why's that?"

"Because as I see it," Michelle says, "there's really only three ways this can go from here.

"First, you don't claim me, and you don't fuck me. But that's not going to happen. You want me too badly. It would just make things awkward between us, and you don't want that any more than I do.

"Second, you coerce me by threatening to claim me. But ultimately you wouldn't really be able to control me, and even with those bodyguards I might still be able to get in one good shot before they do something nasty to me. And then I bet I'd lose all the bits about me that make you like me as a friend and probably just be reduced to a mindless, babbling cocksleeve.

"So that leaves us with the third option, where you claim me. Then I really am yours, you can use me as a fuck toy the way we both know you want to, and I can get used as a fuck toy the way we both know I want to. And besides," she says, smiling, "don't tell me you haven't wondered in the last few minutes what it might be like to fuck me on top of mattress-sized tits. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, where you're looking."

I throw up my hands. "I've got total control of everyone in the world and you've backed me into a corner."

"A corner you want to be in, though," Michelle points out.

"True," I say, and looking into her eyes, I click the Claim button on her profile.

"I'll fuck you once we're down in the limo," I tell my newest slut-****. Her eyes light up.

I add in a few more commands, these ones on my own profile to apply to anyone I claim. Just basic stuff, making public nudity and public sex legal if it's at my command, making sure my girls can't suffer any ill effects from being nude. Ordering Michelle to strip off, I put out some orders to some girls and guys I'd captured but don't care about to move her stuff from her apartment to mine before we leave.

"Want to show off your hot new piece of ass, Master?" she asks as she stands there in all her naked glory. My cock threatens to burst my fly.

"Let the world be jealous," I declare. "Let them know that only I will conquer the woman whom any man could have."

"Or any woman," Michelle adds.

Before we leave, I do order Michelle to suck me off. Despite her lack of actual experience, it's still pretty good, probably from the dildos she'd used on herself. I do open my laptop again, awkwardly balancing it on one arm as I add another command to remove all my sluts' gag reflexes, allowing her to take my whole length even as I bump it up a few inches.

On the ride home, I order Lucy to eat Michelle out as I fuck my new toy's ass. The pillowy cheeks feel amazing against my shaft and I dump quite a few loads into her, even as I allow her to scream in orgasm from the ass-fucking, cunnilingus, and nipple play.

When we're near my place again, I lift Michelle off my still-erect shaft, and present it, ass stench and all, to Lucy. "Clean it," I order. I might not be allowed to mindbreak the pair, but I could at least humiliate them.

Unfortunately, it seems that there isn't much of anything I can do to make them feel humiliated, as Lucy gives me a long, gentle blowjob, not caring that the cock in her mouth had only just been in someone else's butt. Irritated, I pull out before I cum, but with my dick clean, and shove Michelle's head on it, nutting in her mouth again. Lucy simply looks on stoically, apparently not caring that she didn't get a reward for her efforts.

"I can order you two not to cum, right?" I say irritably.

"That does not conflict with our prior orders, Master," Lucy says calmly.

"Then neither of you can cum until I've actually figured out how to humiliate you."

Lucy shrugs, and I can see a similar expression on Satin's face in the rear-view mirror. "If that is your will, Master, then I suppose you will have to look elsewhere if you want a slut squirming in ecstasy on your cock."

"Well, sometimes I want a slut edging endlessly on my cock," I shoot back.

"Then that is now one of our purposes," Lucy says, her calmness infuriating.

"Don't you want to cum?" I ask, anger tinging my voice. God, these two...

"Of course I would like to cum. But remember, Master: you are only our Secondary Owner. We are bound to ensure your safety and tend to your needs as you see fit, and follow your commands as best we can, but no order you give can override one of our Lord's, even if it is given after you have made your pronouncements."

"So now he's just going to pop back in to fuck you?"

"If our Lord wishes, yes. That is for him to decide, and not for you or I to know," Lucy says.

"Just tell me, can I actually do anything to humiliate you?"

"No, Master. We have been subjected by our Lord to torments and terrors more horrific and vile than anything you are capable of causing. If you wish us to be your perpetual edge-sluts, then that is our role, but the condition you have named for us to cum on your cock will never be met by you, or by anyone else in this world."

I let out a harrumph and pinch Michelle's nipples hard, sending her into another screaming climax as I look into Lucy's eyes. There's no sign of jealousy.

"Well, I still have to decide on a place for you in my hierarchy," I say, turning to Michelle, ignoring my appointed bodyguard.

"Well, that's up to you, Master," she points out.

"I know. Just, it's awkward with you. I feel like you want to be a pet even lower than Freya, but I like you too much as a friend for that. But I've also made Sabra my Queen, so that poses a problem, too."

"It's up to you," Michelle repeats.

"Let's just try keeping you outside the whole hierarchy business. Friend With Slut-**** Benefits."

"Just as long as you fuck me on mattress-sized tits soon," Michelle says, smiling up at me.

"Hey, I make the decisions around here," I say, flipping her over and spanking her titanic butt roughly and fiercely.

Michelle just squeals in pleasure.