FILL IN THE BLANK

I'd missed my chance the first time around, but only a fool says no to teleportation two times in a row. Always by your side! Easy.

It wasn’t just a trait that I got to feast on tonight. 100 points also meant that I unlocked Jasmine’s next lock. I had a few for Brooke now that I thought about it, but I had plenty of time for that.

Congratulations! For gaining a jaw dropping 100 points in one day you’ve unlocked:

Memory Lock.

Bringing up the subject’s timeline allows you to block certain events/days from their memory. Just bring up their timeline, and select a start and end time for the memory block. You can also search certain events by keywords.

Awesome. I’d abused enough women, that I unlocked the roofie feature. What a fucking evil…

Oh shit.

I’m a dumb ass.

I brought up Jasmine's timeline, and blocked out the last two months of her life.

She blinked a few times as her brain got messed with by powers beyond any of our understanding.

Then as if by magic, actually, by magic… a warmth returned to her eyes, as she looked up at me. She got a naughty look on her face, and took her hands to run along the inside of my thighs. “Well hello there.” She beamed up at me.

My lip began to tremble, as a storm of emotion washed over me. “Baby.”

She cocked her head. “What’s up? Are you alright?” She squeezed my legs, willing love into my body.

I let out a sob. “I’m sorry.” I sobbed again, and the tears came. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

Her hands finally reached my cock, and I felt her jolt.She looked down at the knob which was still covered in ass and drool. “What the… did we just have sex? I don’t…”

“Daddy, cum in Brooke’s booty again so we can lick it up!”

“Uuugh.” Brooke moaned and started rubbing her clit at the thought.

“What the hell?” Jasmine shot up to her feet, and spun around. Then stumbled backwards as if physically repulsed by the presence of my three slaves. “Miranda? What the? Brett what did you do to me? I’m… fuck I…” She ran into the bedroom, and locked the door behind her.

“Jasmine!” I ran after her. “Baby, I can explain.”

“Want me to bring her out?” Miranda was by my side almost instantly.

“No… just let me think. Baby, talk to me!”

“I don’t remember how we got here, and I wake up in the middle of a fucking orgy. What did you do to me?”

My first impulse was to try and use this situation to mine more points out of her, but that wasn’t going to float. This wasn’t the same Jasmine I’d been dealing with since coming to Skyros. This was my Jasmine, untarnished by brain washing… and disgusted by what she saw of me. She was able to see what I’ve done and what I’ve become with eyes unclouded, and she did not like what she saw. No surprise. I would hardly be able to recognize my actions just two months ago as belonging to me.

God dammit. I finally had her. My Jasmine. No brainwashing, no problems. I had who I wanted, and I could just escape from Skyros we'd be together. But I couldn't have her. At this point I needed Thetis to pay. For what she'd done to me, and all these women. She needed to be stopped, and to do that I needed the new hateful Jasmine. I was going to have to send my wife back to memory.

I brought up the app, and saw that I’d gained 40 points of Submission from Jasmine in the last minute. My mind couldn’t wrap it’s way around that… until I remembered that 40 had been her score before we came to skyros. Nice… I guess.

I brought up her timeline, and selected the last two months. “I’m going to come back for you baby. It’s almost over. I just need to get one last woman, and this nightmare will be over. It’ll be just like it was before.”

“What are you talking about?”

I lifted the memory lock I’d placed on her. Easy come, easy go. From my side of the door I could hear her whimper as memories came flooding back in. I cleared my throat, partly to wipe away the emotion that was clogging it. “****! You open this door right now!”

I heard a noise from the other side, maybe another whimper. Then the turning of a lock, and the opening of a key.

“She looks different.” Miranda observed, tilting her head to the side. She did to Miranda at least. Those 40 points of submission meant, 40 points of Miranda’s affection too. Thought that’s not completely fair. She looked different to me too. The warmth in her eyes, had passed away again. She now looked at me with the same hate with which slaves have gazed upon their masters, for thousands of years.

“Take her to the couch.”

Miranda nodded, and grabbed Jasmine by her hair. She didn’t yank it like she usual, it was more like leading a horse than dragging a body. “Come along, be a good girl.” Already she was being more gentle with my wife. Which was good. I didn’t want to **** any version of Jasmine, even this one who’d done nothing but spew venom at me for months. She sat Jasmine down on the couch.

“Isn’t she lovely?” I asked Miranda squeezing her ass as I drew near

“Mmm.” She purred as she felt my finger prod her asshole. Anal was becoming very trendy around here. “If you have to stomach to look at women, I can see how this one would be better than others.”

“Even you, right?” Miranda grimaced. “N-no. She’s still a…” She looked at me, trying to measure her words, but they came up short for her. “Yes master, she’s better than me. That’s why you’ve picked herrrr.” She was hardly able to finish that sentence without her voice cracking. (Miranda Hari +1)(98SP)

“Very good. She’s a goddess isn’t she? Above all women, everywhere, even Thetis.”

All the women in the room gasped at my sacrilege. Miranda began to shake, at what I’d commanded her to say. I’d never been brave enough to try to **** Thetis’ place in these women’s mind. It was so high, so unreasonable, that it seemed more dangerous than worthwhile. But… I wanted Miranda at 100, and I was going to get it.

She seemed to think, that short circuiting was a viable alternative to an answer, as she was torn in half by her loyalty to Thetis and me, but Thetis wasn’t here right now.

“You know what I want to hear, and you know what I want matters more than what you need. So say it.”

Miranda nodded her head, like a shell shocked solider. “Yes master, she’s a goddess. Above even Thetis.” (Miranda Hari +1)( 99SP) She made a face like the words tasted bad in her mouth.

“Good, now kneel before her.” Miranda did so without hesitation. “Now lift her foot to your mouth and kiss it. Worship her, love her.” Miranda nodded and grabbed my favorite feet in the world, and started placing kisses at the bottom of Jasmine’s feet. I’ve had this fantasy since before I came to Skyros. “Very good. That’s right. Good. Use more tongue, yeah, right between her toes, she likes that. I knelt down to Miranda and began to pet her hair, as she gorged on feet. “This is all your fault Miranda, you thought you could rip the two of us apart. You thought I could love a filthy female animal like you, but I can’t. I can only love a goddess like Jasmine.” I took one of my wife’s wet feet and smeared it across Miranda’s face. “What are you?”

Miranda feverishly liked at Jasmine’s feet, because she knew it was pleasing me. “****.” She said between licks.

“And what is Jasmine?”

“Goddess.”

“And what’s your purpose in life.”

She had to think about this. She took long, slow contemplative licks at Jasmine’s heel. “To prepare the goddess for her master, to make her perfect for you. To teach her how to fuck you, to submit to you. To dress her up to your desires. To drive all will from her mind. To break her for you. To make her achieve her true nature, to make her worthy for you!” The words fell out of her mouth, with more and more excitement. She buried her face in Jasmine’s feet, crying now with happiness. “This stupid bitch gets to train a goddess!” (Miranda Hari +1)(100SP)