Gathering Ginger

”Why? But I don’t...” Anna-Marie pleaded to my deaf ears.

”I need you both for... something. And it’s best I inform you about it over at my house.” I leaned over, lifting her face up by her chin. ”And stop arguing with me. It’s very unattractive.”

She was searching for words. Surely I could be convinced some way?

”...Fine,” she sulked.

”There we go. Go stand by my car. I’ve stil got a few things to take care of.”

”...A... Car?”

Yeah. A car. I had a car now. Though it was Gretchen’s car just yesterday.

”A red Fiat. Let’s go.”

As I was opening her office door, all of a sudden she threw herself at my feet.

”Wait! I... I can’t stand outside like this! In this suit!”

”You’d prefer to be naked?”

”No, you fu-” she attempted to curse at me. It appeared to be too hard. They way I towered over her... She didn’t have the courage anymore. ”Please. ...master. Please. Don’t... make me.”

Her face still had spackles of my dried cum in a few places. Nobody wanted look like her in public. The least of all her. As a photographer, she understood the power of visuals and was always effortlessly casual and professional-looking in her choice of outfits.

Wearing something like this in public was extra humiliating for her.

And probably... considering her trait... made her a little wet too?

She was hugging onto my leg with dear life.

I leaned down next to her worried face, and smiled.

”Hey Anna. Remember those ”How Not To Dress”-emails?”

I swear her face just got a lot paler.

”I know I was never supposed to see them. I knew everytime a new one popped up, since they elicited so many sudden chuckles among the staff here. One time Lana left her computer open. I saw the pictures. They were secretly taken photos of me. In the outfits I was actually proud of. And the sender was...”

I didn’t need to say more. Anna-Marie’s face was the epitome of fear.

I wonder if she even considered asking for my forgiveness?

Not that it would have helped her.

”Go stand by my car, bitch.”

Ever so slowly she let go off my leg. She knew there was nothing left to discuss. I opened her office door. I waited a few seconds for her to get up, which she reluctantly did.

Then, she left her office. She put on a proud face, as if this none of this was actually bothering her. (ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+85SP) She walked through the hallway, trying her best to avoid her co-workers who gave her long, judgmental looks and some audible gasps. I heard Anna muttering something about a ”fashion statement” as she quickly flew by all the on-lookers. Her proud face shattered a little more each step she took.

She probably got the same treatment this morning. Or maybe not? Perhaps she came in so early that only Teresa had seen her. Now everybody knew. There was no stopping the rumour mill now.

I would be a part of those rumours. After all, people saw me just coming out of her office. Was that going to be a problem? Maybe. Could it reach Maria’s ears? Maybe. But you had to take in to consideration two things. These were just rumours. And it would take quite a while to reach Maria, people rarely spread office gossip to the boss.

I could live with this situation for now.

I still needed to find Gloria.

She was probably still angry with me and chock full of dangerous information she could pass on to Maria. That threat needed to be neutralized.

A quick search through the art department... yielded no results. I burst into every room. I looked through every nook. All I got was disapproving stares. At this point...

Gloria had just fucking vanished. And had still not contacted my phone. This was getting really weird. But... I had ran out of options. There was nothing to do but to wait for her to contact me. Which was super annoying.

Somebody else had texted me during my time in Anna’s office. It was Hayley. Wanting to know the location of tomorrow’s secret FBI meeting.

Yeah. I had to choose the place right now. Before it got too suspicious.

I managed to stave off my execution for one day. I needed to make it permanent.

First of all, I couldn’t make Maddy into an FBI agent no matter what I did. Should I get a real FBI agent? No, that was stupid. No way to do that in a day.

The solution was simple. All I needed was to Hayley report to Maria that she saw a real agent and my deal is legit. There were several ways to go about that. But this required some serious thinking. And as much as I was enjoying the thought of Anna standing in front of my car in slutwear for hours on a busy street... I just needed to answer two questions right now. What was the meeting location, and do I need Maddy for this?

Yes. I would need Maddy. I sent her a text asking to meet her tomorrow for ”an important discussion.” She agreed nearly immediately. I couldn’t ask her to do this over the phone, we needed to go over the gameplan very precisely.

As for the location... yes. That place would work. I’d be able to work my magic there. I texted the time and the place to Hayley.

Yeah... things slowly began to falling into place again. I had a feeling like the biggest crisis was over... for now. Of course tomorrow wouldn’t be easy, but at least it was in my control again.

So how many huge plans did I have cooking up for this week alone? There was this whole FBI thing, then there was making Teresa accept the photoshoot pictures, and then of course my huge plan against Maria.

Three big ones. This might be tough, even for me.

But hey. Who said building a paradise was an easy job?

I did it all for my little guy. And right now... my little guy was hungering to see Lana again.

I opened the basement door very slowly, managing to avoid that awful rusty screech this time.

I peeked inside.

There she was. Still kneeling. Still naked. My dried cum caking her face so hard that I think one of her eyes was glued shut. The other eye had other problems staying open. She was fighting against falling asleep.

Maybe there was something seriously wrong with me, but I just found all of this to be painfully cute. She tried her best not to displease her master, despite it being plainly obvious that I didn’t intend to leave her this way.

She just didn’t want to take any chances anymore, I guess.

Yeah. I think she deserved a reward for this.

I finally pushed the screechy door fully open, making it loudly known I had returned.

She gasped, opening her one good eye as wide as she could.

I could see that she was trying to word ”master”, but it wasn’t possible. She still wasn’t allowed to speak.

I walked up to her with confident, slow steps. Taking my sweet time. Then I lifted her up by her hair to my eye level. Some dried cum finally dusted off her body.

”Cum.”

And she did. All the while hanging from my hand. She actually still tried her best not to move or speak, but this had been building up inside her for too long. Several moans escaped her lips and her hips shook like a pendulum in all directions.

I still didn’t allow her to leave my grip. She was shaking like a little marionette, being controlled by her master.

”You are allowed to speak and move now.”

”OH GOD! OH! JESUS! OH AAAAAAHAH! THANK YOU MASTER, THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!”

She sure as fuck popped that cork off.

She was so grateful that she instinctively began kissing my hand. The one that was still holding her by her hair. This felt like I had just given a canteen of water to someone lost in the desert for weeks.

She planted her legs firmly on the ground, but the cumming just wouldn’t stop. She used her freshly freed arms to rub her clit raw as she dripped on the floor like it was the end of days.

Then... It was over. She was wrung dry.

I let go off her hair, and she fell back to her kneeling position.

”Put your clothes on. We need to go to my apartment.”

”Y-Yes... master...” Was that a smile? An excited smile?

Oh yeah, she had never seen the inside of my house before. Perhaps she was thinking this was another reward?

”And clean the dried cum off your face. We’re going outside.”

”O-okay, mast... but... how? Should I use.... the bathroom upstairs?”

”Nah. That would take too long. Just use the pussyjuice you just created.”

Lana turned her eyes to the freshly made puddle by her feet.

Yeah, it wasn’t that much actual liquid, but it was still worth watching her trying to rub her own cuntjuice on her face to get my cum off, eventually having to rub her face on the floor itself.

I really knew the best time-saving tips, didn’t I?

As I walked outside with the newly freshened (she smelt even more like sex now) Lana, I saw that Anna-Marie had managed to find my brand new car successfully. That wasn’t her problem, though.

A group of three ruffians seemed to be circling her, looking at her all over and making explicit comments. Anna tried her best avoiding them, but they just refused to leave her alone.

Eventually, one of them pinched her red suit.

”HEY! MOTHERFUCKER! FUCK OFF OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!” she suddenly shouted as loud as she could.

Happily, this wasn’t a dingy, dark alley, but a busy main street in the light of day. Anna’s shout garnered a lot of attention from the passers-by.

The three rough-looking guys looked around, deciding to abandon this line of pursuit.

I could see Anna visibly relax a little as the three guys took off. But worry returned to her face as she saw me approaching with Lana in tow.

I tapped her on the shoulder. ”Good work. Only I’m allowed to... touch this,” I said, pinching the lovely red latex once again.

She backed off a little bit, not wanting Lana to be too aware of our relationship. She even tried smiling a little bit, as if that was just a weird joke I made.

Lana was probably having trouble understanding why Anna-Marie was wearing the outfit she was wearing. Then she looked at me and...

I could see it beginning to sink in.

This was another one of my ”bitches”.

Just like Gretchen. Just like Sophie was turning into. And... just like her.

For some reason, all the women in the office were falling under my powers.

Not just her. Not just Lana. All of them.

In that moment, it was as if... There was an odd acceptance in Lana’s eyes.

She wasn’t insane. Everybody was.

At least that’s what I interpreted from her expression.

Anna-Marie was waiting for Lana to ask her about her outfit. But Lana... didn’t. Lana just looked down.

”So let’s go, you two. Get in the backseat.”

Silently, both women slid in to the backseat of the car. I guess it was really hard for either of them to even find one normal word in this situation. Not even a ”hello” made sense.

That needed to be fixed. After all, they were fellow slaves. They should be more friendly.

Before I went to the driver seat, I decided to check my phone one more time.

No. No messages from Gloria.

Oh yeah, what about my The Accelerator? ACTA for God’s sakes. A billion things had already happened today, hopefully there wasn’t a...

Huh. I guess not. The only profile that was flashing was Sophie’s.

She had two new things.

A new trait... And a new lock?

Oh yeah, holy fuck, I had gotten 50 points from Sophie in the span of 24 hours!

Well, let’s check this shit out!

-RESPECT LOCK-

When this lock is activated, the subject will be unable to disrespect the user. If they try to do so, the subject’s own body will prevent this by slapping their own face.

Umm... Yeah? So the choice was listening to Sophie’s casual sarcasm or hearing the sound of her own hand slapping her face?

I activated the lock.

And the trait... Addict? Oh yeah, I guess I’ve kinda made Sophie into one...

-THE ADDICT-

ROUTE A -CARROT/STICK

-THE CARROT-

The user is allowed to ”help” with the subject’s addiction. If the user sees the subject succumbing or about to succumb to their addiction, the user is allowed to distract the subject from this, by providing them with alternative pleasures. The subject will agree to this, no matter what the method of bringing pleasure is.

For example: The subject is about to smoke a cigarette. The user prevents this by grabbing the subject by the genitals and bringing them to an orgasm.

ROUTE B -CARROT/STICK

-THE STICK-

The user is allowed to ”help” with the subject’s addiction. If the user sees the subject succumbing, or about to succumb to their addiction, the user is allowed to punish them for this. The higher their submission score, the easier it is for them to accept harsher punishments.

Well then. Carrot or stick?