Arc One: Bimbo Route

A leader led by aligning the interests of his subordinates with his own. As an example, an employee might want a raise, he goes to the boss and asks for one. Instead of giving in or refusing outright, the best leaders set marginal goals such as 'you must sell some products to qualify.' The reward motivates the worker into working that much harder, giving both parties what they want.

It was an interesting way to look at your powers. At it's most subtle, your power was less a sledgehammer and more a scalpel; one that operated on that mindset. With it, you could cut straight to the heart of what a person wanted and go about modifying what they would do to get it. After that, they would take care of the rest.

You did it with Veronica to great success. She wanted money, so you exaggerated her desire for it; before weakening her inhibitions with the commands such as 'you'll do anything to secure this job.' Everything she did afterward, she did willingly. For a certain definition of the word willingly, at any rate.

And now you sought to do the same to her older sister- but you didn't think the same strategy would work. Unlike Veronica, Tiffany didn't appear to be overly concerned with finances. Consequently, the question for you became: what did Tiffany want and how could you use it to get her into bed with you?

You came up blank at the start because all the usual things you could offer her seemed unlikely to hold sway over her. Briefly, you had considered waiting for her to arrive. Another honesty command and a series of benign questions would tell you what she wanted quick enough. That turned out to be unnecessary.

It was thinking about Tiffany's arrival that made you realize you did know what motivated her. The reason she was coming here and making a four-hour-long commute was to check on her sister; to make sure Veronica was safe, happy, and not being taken advantage of. That gave you her first core motivation- making sure her sister was alright. A secondary motive, one that stemmed from the core, was to get Veronica to quit her job or to get you to remove her.

Both of them, you could use. The only question was: which one would you?

"Welcome to my humble abode, Tiffany." There was nothing humble about your mansion. Tiffany looked more than a bit overwhelmed as you led her inside, taking a right past the grand staircase to reach your ornate living room. "Take a seat."

It wasn't a command, and so Tiffany didn't have to obey. And she didn't. Instead, she turned towards you and asked, "Where's my sister? Also, I thought we were going to have a tour?" To lighten how accusatory her words and tone were, she offered you a smile. It was weak. While photogenic, it didn't reach her eyes.

For a prude, Tiffany wasn't dressed the part. She had shown up wearing short shorts and a sleeveless floral tank top that left part of her navel exposed.

Unknown to you, the outfit was a test. Tiffany's primary problem with you was that she thought you were a lecher, one that had impure intentions towards her younger sister. She had purposefully chosen her most revealing clothes to see how you'd react. Whether your eyes would wander or whether you'd be able to keep them to yourself.

You impress her, unintentionally. So far, you had managed to keep your eyes on her without letting them trail. It was enough that she decided to give you a chance. Reluctantly, she took a seat, and was rewarded with a calm smile from you.

Slowly, you began to speak. "I've been thinking on what you said earlier. About whether or not I could fire Veroncia- I mean. That is what this is about isn't it? You want Veronica to lose this job, no matter the cost. Well as it turns out, the short answer is still no, but the longer answer is kind of."

Your tantalizing tidbit gets Tiffany's interest. Her earlier hesitance forgotten, she leans forward; unintentionally giving you a look at her pastel-colored bra. She doesn't seem to notice where you're eyes have gone as she asked, "You've found a loophole?"

You feign hesitation. "Not quite. Veronica is doing this job for money, you see. Not because she loves it. If I were to offer her the five years salary, all five-hundred thousand-dollars upfront in exchange for her quitting, I doubt she would say no. I could do it too." You note the look of hope on Tiffany's face. You almost feel bad for crushing it. "But I won't. Not unless you convince me."

A brief look of confusion crossed her face before being replaced by dawning suspicion. Still, she gave you the benefit of the doubt. "How?"

You smiled as you confirmed her suspicion. "Sex, of course. It is how your sister secured this job in the first place. The competition was rather fierce-" Seeing the growing look of outrage on her face, you cut yourself off and change tracts. "But I'm sure you're not interested in that. It doesn't matter what the job involves, or how she got it. All that matters is getting her out of this job as soon as possible; irrespective of whether she's happy here."

You watched in real-time as the outrage flickered on her face, dying and reigniting as your commands erased parts of what she was upset about faded. You had stopped her from caring that you were sleeping with her sister- what you had determined was her primary motive. It would have gotten in the way of your plan to turn the sisters against one another; competing for your favor.

Further, by getting rid of her desire to ensure Veronica's happiness, all that was supposed to be left was the desire to make her sister lose her job- something that was a lot more conducive towards creating conflict between the sisters. Especially without the context of her original motives.

So why did she still look so conflicted? Without knowing that, you could hardly smooth over the problem. Before you could ask, Tiffany spoke. "Is there anything I can do besides sleeping with you that could get you to let her go?"

Ah. Veronica had mentioned that Tiffany wasn't interested in sex.

You noted that she hadn't said no outright- a side effect of the phrasing of your command. 'All that matters,' tends to override all other concerns. If this was all you wanted, all you would have to do is hold firm and make it your final offer. She would give in eventually and acquiesce to your demands- but this wasn't all you wanted.

Putting on your most apologetic air, you say "Five-hundred thousand dollars is no small matter. The only way I'm going to be parting with her is if you take her place." You see Tiffany open her mouth; presumably to give in. That was when you escalate. "While I'm sure you would be willing to do that in a heartbeat, I think you'll agree that isn't enough. Your sister is the perfect slut; blonde with an enormous rack- and you? I'm sorry to say just can't compare."

You wait for her answer with bated breath. You had rearranged her motives to something more palatable already, all that was left to do was start getting rid of her inhibitions.

Her answer speaks to your success on that front. "I can dye my hair and get implants."

You don't have to fake your amused smile this time. You are sure that Tiffany could tell, though she might be mistaken as to the cause. "And the experience? What are you going to do about that? Your sister could suck dick like a pro. You-" you shake your head derisively, "I bet you're still a virgin."

Tiffany flushes in embarrassment. Meekly, she offers, "I can learn."

You allow the silence to hang for a second; giving Tiffany a moment to contemplate the inadequacy of her answer before you reply. "I'm sure you can, but do you honestly think that it would be worth it to me? I have your sister already, and is training you going to be worth it?"

Finally, Tiffany broke. Instead of trying to negotiate and making offers; she outright asked you, "What do you want then? Clearly, you have something in mind."

And all that was left was to close it out. "It might not be worth my time, but I am a very generous man and this is a generous offer. The best way for you to learn how to please me like your sister is from your sister. So you learn how to please me from Veronica. Then, when you've finally turned into an even better slut than her, I won't need her anymore. I'll pay her for her time and let her go, and you can take her place."

You see Tiffany trying to think it over. On one level, she knew that this deal was awful. It would leave her and her sister in your grasp indefinitely- but on the other hand, you had told her that it was a generous offer, and thanks to your power, she had to believe that. You can almost see her tear herself apart trying to come up with an answer.

Her intelligence was starting to become a problem- and unlike her sister, you didn't need her to be intelligent. You were a real-estate owner that wanted to live like a Renaissance King. What were you supposed to do with someone majoring in biochemistry?

"Don't think so hard," you command. If your voice is laced with annoyance, Tiffany doesn't seem to notice. A consequence of your command, you are sure. "You trust me. My decisions are much better than anything you could come up with and are always fair to you, no matter what those decisions are. You aren't very smart after all. You should just accept this as one of those decisions."

That should not only get her to agree to the deal, but it should also keep her from noticing that she wasn't getting any closer to freedom, no matter how much more skilled she was getting. Despite this, you are still taken off guard when Tiffany replied, "Oh. Okay then. Where would you like me?"

You had never used your powers so aggressively before and hadn't been entirely sure what to expect. Glancing at Tiffany, you note that she is much more relaxed. Of course, she is, she trusts you. Despite this, you feel slightly unsettled by the blank, nearly vacant look in her eyes. Although she was willing, she seemed more like a breathing sex doll than an actual partner. How to fix- Ah.

"You should be happy and excited. You just obeyed one of my decisions and nothing makes you happier than obeying me. Just think, you're one step closer to getting your sister fired." Immediately, a switch flipped for Tiffany. Her placid look was immediately replaced by a cheery smile, one that brought your erection back to full mast.

That taken care of, you answer her question. "As to where I'd like to fuck you, I think here would be nice. We're comparing you to your sister and this is where I fucked her first." Experimentally, you don't use your power for that sentence. Instead, you trust in your previous command; the one that would ensure that she would accept all your decisions as being the best for her.

You search her face for any sign of discomfort at the knowledge that her sister had been fucked in this room, on that very couch. You don't find any. Instead, she giggles happily. "Of course, John." Without any hesitation, any of the **** or hesitance that had colored her actions before, she began to strip.

First went her shirt, then her shorts. Like her sister, Tiffany doesn't give you a show for your first time. She didn't know how in all likelihood. Your powers changed her mindset, but it didn't magically make her skilled. Those would have to be taught. Still, you watched.

Unlike Veronica, Tiffany was wearing a bra; a pastel-colored one that contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin.

Instead of waiting for her to take it off, you decide to give her a hand. Casually, you saunter up to her, an action that causes her to freeze; not because she was nervous, but because she thought that you had decided something and you made the best decisions. She was right about you having made a decision.

"A bra?" You shake your head as though you were disappointed with her. "Very disappointing Ms. Devon, very disappointing. A good whore doesn't wear bras. Your sister certainly didn't. I think you'll agree that this requires punishment?"

Neither you nor her think that she's going to disagree, so you don't bother waiting for an answer. Instead, you go straight in for a kiss. Veronica tasted like a peppermint; a consequence of the mouthwash you kept in stock. You hadn't had a chance to find out what she had tasted like before you had gotten her- something that you regretted. You didn't intend to repeat that mistake with her sister.

The answer, as it turned out, was vanilla.

Tiffany was an inexperienced kisser, though an eager one judging by how hard she mashed her lips to your own. Curious to see how long she could match you, you deepened the kiss, reaching out with your tongue and probing her bottom lip. She opened up reflexively and you slipped inside. She pushed back with her tongue and a duel began.

Both sisters had that much in common at least. Mind-controlled or not, neither surrendered without a fight. Still, she didn't have Veronica's experience, something that showed quite clearly when your hands went around her and cupped her panty-clad ass. She gasped, distracted by the new sensation. The seconds cost her the battle between your tongues as you took full advantage, dominating her. Just as she rallied to try to fight back, you let go.

A bridge of saliva connected your mouths for a scant few seconds before breaking. You paid it no mind, instead roughly forcing Tiffany onto her knees. You tied your fist through her short brunette hair and looked down at her with lust in your eyes. Not so long ago, her sister had knelt on the same spot Tiffany did now and gave you a fantastic blowjob.

You couldn't expect the same from Tiffany- at least not without some training. You were sure that once Veronica got her hands on her, Tiffany would improve in no time. That wouldn't help this time though, and given that Tiffany was a virgin, you wouldn't be slipping into her without some lubrication. You had a solution for that.

"It's time for your punishment. You want to be a better whore than your sister, don't you? Well, open up." Tiffany's mouth dropped open, saliva pooling at the base. You saw your lust mirrored in her eyes, mixed with a perverse delight at following your whims. "Keep it open. I don't want to feel any teeth."

Precautions taken, you thrust in. It's about what you expected. Tiffany started **** immediately as you cut off her airflow. Still, you don't feel any teeth. That doesn't surprise you; you had explicitly told her you didn't want to feel any and Tiffany couldn't- wouldn't- disobey you. What does surprise you is that her head doesn't jerk back.

You had been expecting it to; that was why you had knotted your fingers through her hair. To keep her in place while you skull fucked her. Yet somehow, Tiffany resists the urge to pull back.

You could tell it was a struggle. Her muscles trembled, coiling, and uncoiling as she fought against her body's instincts. Part of her wanted to explode backward, escape your grasp if only for a few seconds to get a breath of air. And yet she resisted for your pleasure.

Pleased, you started talking while you thrust, getting words out in between grunts. Sweet nothings and platitudes, compliments to her willpower, and her dedication to being a good whore. Seconds turned to minutes. Tears streamed down her cheeks, joining the saliva leaking from her mouth to create a river of fluid. Most winded up on your rug, some winded up on her bra, and more wind up one her lap and thighs.

Watching her turn into a ruin in front of your eyes was a joy, and still, she didn't try to pull back. You wondered how long she could hold out. Why not find out?

You shoved your dick, now more than well lubricated enough to take her virginity, all the way down her throat as you had what must have been a hundred times before. Unlike the last hundred, you didn't pull out- instead choosing to hold yourself there and catch your breath. A luxury you didn't offer your whore.

Once you were sure that you could speak without strain, you say, "Tiffany, I'm going to remove my hand. I want you to **** yourself on my dick for as long as you possibly can. Only remove yourself when you think you can't anymore." You remove your hand, and amazingly she stays in place. It takes her another thirty seconds to call it quits.

When she does, she explodes backward before falling to the ground in a coughing fit; globs of spit falling out of her mouth and tarnishing your pristine floor. It takes her close to a minute; a minute you are happy to give her. Once she does recover, she looks up at you weakly. "How did I do?"

"Veronica had made me cum by now." Your answer, while true, left out that you had a lot less in the way of sexual endurance back then. After having fucked Veronica multiple times a day for the past few weeks, your staying power had increased tremendously. If Tiffany had gotten here even a week ago, you would have cum by now.

Indeed, the reason you were so willing to give her a minute to recover was because you needed a minute as well before you moved on to the main course. As you felt the pleasure in your nether regions subside, still leaving you painfully hard, you decide it is time to move on. "I think it's time you give me your virginity. It's only fair that after I did all the work on the oral section, you pay me back in kind."

You take a seat on the couch and beckon her forward. "Your sister rode me to completion here. Let's see if we could do the same."

Tiffany rises with a cherubic smile; one that contrasts with her ruined whore look delightfully. And then, for the first time she hesitates. "Should I take off my..." she gestures to her bra and panties.

You watch her for a second. You might have been a bit hasty when you said good whores didn't wear bras. The topless look worked wonders with Veronica, but for Tiffany, it added to her charms instead of taking away from it. Within their confines, her tits were smashed together creating a wonderful passage. A passage that was slick with the saliva and tears that Tiffany had shed while getting face-fucked.

"Leave the bra on," you decided. Then, perhaps unnecessarily seeking to explain the change of heart, you add: "A good whore doesn't wear bra's, but you aren't a good whore. You're going to have to earn that privilege."

Tiffany looked crestfallen at your words, a crack in her cheery demeanor, but recovered quickly as she obeyed your commands. "You know best, John."

Now without panties, she approached, quickly climbing over you and lining your member up with her love canal. Perhaps to prove that she was a good whore, she dropped herself down on you with an ear-piercing shriek, far faster than you would have advised had she asked. She doesn't let the pain stop her though- what's a little bit of pain to obeying your commands?

Like with the skull fuck, she rallies herself and pushes on, lifting herself through sheer willpower and dropping herself down again; slowly at first, then faster. As you watch her tits jiggle within the confines of her bra, you whisper to yourself; "You're right. I do."

Notes: The chapter after this is called 'Arc One: A Sibling Rivalry.' There is an incomplete draft of the chapter on my patreon. Here is a small sneak-peak of what the next chapter might look like:

You came with a grunt, filling Tiffany's mouth with your seed. She pulled back when she was sure you were done. Tiffany kept her mouth open until you nodded, giving her permission to swallow. Once the last of your seed disappeared down her gullet, she looked at you with hope in her eyes. "How was that?" she asked eagerly, her voice barely audible over the fast beats of club music.

Perhaps the best thing about the changes you made to Tiffany was that you didn't turn her into a bimbo. Instead, you made her want to be a bimbo. You changed her mindset so that being a good whore was something that she aspired to. Over the last week, you had taken advantage of that to make several changes.

The very first change had been done unintentionally, back during your first encounter with her. It had been a throwaway line. It wasn't until the following morning that you fully contemplated the ramifications.

"Leave the bra on," you decided. Then, perhaps unnecessarily seeking to explain the change of heart, you add: "A good whore doesn't wear bra's, but you aren't a good whore. You're going to have to earn that privilege."

After you had fully considered the line, an idea occurred to you. The changes you had made to Tiffany ensured that she was always going to try to be a good bimbo whore for you. Better than her sister, at any rate. You had also convinced her the only way to truly complete was with a few modifications. Breast implants, hair dye, and so forth. Why not take advantage of that?

The chapter will never be completed and released here unless it is requested by a patron because I am currently focusing on the other route. If you want me to focus on this route, donate at patreon.com/malkuthze and send me a message. I'll complete the chapter immediately.

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