C) Forget This

Option B might have its uses, maybe it would make it easier to wash the brains of my conquests if I knew more about them. I'm just not in the mood to be clever at the moment. A is the insta-win (boring) option that I turned down before and C is a real good way to fuck with these girls, so C is clearly the most fun choice.

Once I've selected the option, I get excited about using it as soon as possible. I send a message to my newest capture. “Hi Freya, I'm Greg, your new owner. Get your freckled ass over here. No argument!” I add that last part because I'm too excited to argue with her like I did with Binita. I send her my address.

A response comes back quickly. “Understood. Be there in 10 minutes.”

Simple and to the point. I like it! Plus, if she's that close, she might be a student at my school, so booty calls will be easy. This is going to be fun. It's Saturday, so I can take my time experimenting on this girl. Maybe I can find some ways to speed up the process of breaking them down and making them my willing, eager sluts.

10 minutes later, I get the call from my doorman. “Hey, there's a girl here to see you? She won't give me her name.”

I laugh. She must be embarrassed by this and still hoping to keep it all secret. I tell him, “That's fine, let her up,” then I go to the door to wait. As soon as she knocks, I open the door and say, “Welcome, slu-”

The pretty redhead on the other side of the door takes a step forward before I can finish two words and jams a stun gun into my gut. I lose control of every muscle in my body, and the pain is horrific. I feel like my brain shrinks to the size of a marble and rattles around in my head. I collapse to the floor.

Freya walks through the door muttering, “Fucking shithead,” except it sounds more like, “Fooking shite-head.” I barely process that as she grabs my feet and drags me far enough into the apartment to close the door. Out of the corner of my eye I can barely see her rummaging around in a gym bag. Then I feel something soft shoved into my mouth. It tastes horrible. A sock, maybe? As soon as she has it all the way in, she slaps some duct tape over my mouth to keep it in. Then she rolls me over and wraps the duct tape around my wrists, then my ankles. So at this point I'm lying on my belly with my hands secured behind my back and my ankles strapped together.

Then she yanks down my pants.

“So you own me, do you?” she says in what I'm now recognizing as a Scottish accent. “Well, I'm the dog that bites her owner!”

My underwear is ripped down next. Is she going to spank my bare ass? Maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe this is just some fun sex game. Right? Maybe?

Something starts going up my ass. It's been a couple minutes since I was shocked by the stun gun, so I'm able to squirm just a little as the cold, hard object pushes its way inside me.

“Don't be so resistant!” she yells. “This is pretty much what you were planning to do to me, right?”

This is the freakiest goddamn sensation of my life. It just keeps going in, further and further. This is the weirdest fucking feeling.

When she's done, Freya stands up and starts looking around the apartment. She finds a chair and pulls it into the middle of the room. She pulls on my arms, and manages to get me up enough to get her shoulder under me and push me up on my feet, then slides me into the chair. I'm a little impressed, I'm not a small guy, so she must be in pretty good shape to manhandle me. She then tapes my legs to the chair legs, going around and around with the duct tape to really secure them. She does the same thing to tape each of my arms to a rung on the back of the chair. By the time my muscles start obeying me again, I'm not going anywhere.

Freya plops down on my couch and takes a deep breath. I finally get a chance to get a good look at her. She's wearing a bright, yellow printed tee and some red and white athletic shorts. Her arms and legs aren't as muscular as I was expecting from the way she lifted me into the chair, but they're very well toned. Her red curls are tied back in a loose ponytail. She really does look good, or she would if she didn't have that ****-look on her pale bitch face.

“Now, let's talk about this fucking app,” she says. “I don't know how the first guy I matched with suddenly got the right to tell me what to do, but I'm not going to live like that. So...” She holds up the pink stun gun for emphasis. “Is there a way for me to turn it off?”

I shake my head.

“Is there are way for you to turn it off?”

I nod.

“Alright then, here's what's going to happen.” Freya pulls a pocket knife out of her gym bag. “I'm going to free one of your hands. You're going to take me off your stupid match list. I'll leave, and maybe on me way out I'll tell the doorman that you're a bit tied up with something and need help. Then you never bother me again. Understood?”

I nod again. It's weird how even that tiny motion makes whatever is in my ass shift a little.

“Good!” She gets up and comes over to me. She pulls up my pants a little because they're piled around my ankles, then finds my phone in a pocket and pulls it out. She sets it in my left hand. Then she goes behind my chair. She cuts my hands free of each other, then cuts my right arm free of the chair. She immediately backs away from the chair, well out of arm's reach, and holds the pink stun gun towards me.

“Alright, now get me out of your damn app,” she says.

I move my hand around a bit to restore the blood circulation. Then I look down at the phone in my left hand. Before I give up, I've got on idea to try. I look back up, point to Freya, then point to the corner.

“What?” says Freya, seeming slightly confused. “No, just find my name and-”

I insistently point to her, then point at the corner again.

“Fuck!” she says. “You fucking, goddamn- Fine! Fucking fine!” She turns and walks to the corner of the room. She turns around and glares at me.

I hold my hand up in a “stop” motion just to make sure she can't move. I take a moment to thank whoever programmed this app for making sure that it didn't just make the girls respond to verbal commands. Then I pull the tape off my mouth, yank out the sock (Yes, it was a dirty gym sock.), and say, “You fucking bitch! Get on your knees, put your hands behind your head, and don't move! And stick your chest out, too!”

That last part isn't necessary, but I think she'll look better this way. I watch her kneel down and get in position, and yeah, it's kinda hot seeing her that way. At this point, I could probably order her to untie me, but I'm feeling too frazzled to risk giving her any opportunities. I pull the tape off my other arm, then yank it off my legs. Freya's little, pink lips smirk at my painful yelps when the tape pulls off my leg hair. I stand up, still a little wobbly from getting stunned, then reach behind me and pull the foreign object from my ass.

It's a dildo. I'm surprised by how small it is. It's tiny, but it didn't feel that way.

Freya laughs. “If you're wonderin' why it's so small, I knew you wouldn't be man enough to handle anything more than that.”

I pull up my pants and walk over to the corner. I look her up and down. Her pale skin really is pretty. I'm going to enjoy finding out if my white spunk is even visible on it.