Getting Crazy

I manhandled Janice's expertly trained and exercised buttcheeks, gripping huge chunks of her taut flesh in my palms as I erupted into the bitch's anal cavity once more.

"Oh yeaaaahhhhhh...", I moaned. I was still gripping so tightly onto her asscheeks that I almost could've stretched out some useful lovehandles to her butt. Something to really push and pull her well-maintained body forward and backward, treat her body like it was a throwaway blowup-doll or a fleshlight... Only meant to wrap around my dick like a masturbation device.

Nah, obviously that wasn't possible. This bitch had no body fat for that. But that didn't mean I shouldn't try.

I was only planning on filling her ass once, but I guess I was too pent up over seeing her mother just now and all the dirty stuff I was already planning for her future. Jesus Christ, even I didn't know I had so many depraved thoughts...

"nghaaaaaaaahhwoof! Wooff! WOOUUUUFFFFF!!!" Janice barked. No, wait, that was barely a bark. That was a howl. No, wait... That was definitely an orgasmic moan. Was I fucking her so hard, that she forgot that she was supposed to be a dog for a second?

Wait... orgasmic?

...Hmm, interesting...

I whispered into her ear. "I'm allowing you... to cum."

I ran my still-hard dick into her bowels one last time...

"Ngyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaraaugffffffff!" she howled, almost like a dog, almost like a cat. Or some feral animal.

I really, really hoped her mother was far gone by now. The whole neighborhood could probably hear that.

But yeah, just like that... My bitchy ex-sister-in-law let her true emotions out in the form of squirts and explosive pussyjuice. Ruining her carpet and floor, once more.

Her eyes were bugging out and her tongue hung far outside her mouth. Almost like that orgasmic meme face. Aheagao, was it? I always thought it was an exaggeration, but fuck, I guess not.

I pushed her flaccid body off my dick, and she couldn't hold herself up on four legs anymore. She just fell flat on her floor. Right on her own messes. And some of mine, obviously. Her poor asshole was still spurting out my semen shipments.

"Fuck, Jan. I know this wasn't the first time I ravaged your asshole... But shit, I didn't know you liked it that much. In fact, you might be the only woman I've met who has orgasmed from just getting their butt fucked."

I could hear quiet, angry growling from the exhausted woman.

"That's actually good. It'll make you adjust to your future life more easily."

Fuck, she still managed to look so fuckable in her broken, sweaty, cum-covered state...

No, enough is enough. I've been here longer than I was supposed to anyways. I really shouldn't keep Teresa on hold, that crazy weirdo could be capable of anything.

I grabbed my stuff, and was about to head out of the door...

But I caught Janice staring at me. Right into my eyes.

The anger in her face... That resolution to kill me still alive in her...

I couldn't help myself.

"Oh, what? Are you mad about something?"

This time she growled a little louder.

I kneeled down in front of her face.

"Are you wondering what my long-term plan with you is?"

Her growl quieted down. Of course she wanted to know that.

"Sure, I can tell you. It's very simple, actually. Probably even you could figure it out. Ahem... You will be turned into my permanent fuckpet. And I think it will be very fitting. You know, considering you were always such a bitch towards me. I plan to treat you as nothing but a crawling pair of tits and a warm, fuckable asshole for the rest of your life. Maybe take you out for walks, train you in pleasing your master... Methodically strip all your humanity away from you, until you forget you were one in the first place."

I watched as her eyes slowly sank deeper into her skull. This information was hitting her hard.

"Don't be like that. That's actually the best case scenario for you. To have a master who actually cares about you and still wants to play 'hide-the-bone' with you. No worries about bills, food, or other hard, human-like stuff. That gym business stressing you out? No worries. I'll handle it from now on. All you have to do is get used to the taste of my cum. I'm sure it will eventually turn into something you like. Also... a good little doggy gets her nipples pinched by her master... at least once a day."

I teasingly hovered my hands above her breasts. And, for a short while... It seemed like the horror of her future existence dissipated. ...Until I pulled my hand back again.

"And every once in a while... When you've been an extra good doggy... I'll let you cum. Right after I've exploded into your asshole. Like we did just now."

She whimpered.

I leaned in closer. "Here's the thing, though. Like I said before, if you play along with the plan, call your mom, tell her that you're crazy about me... I'll let you return back to human on Sunday. And maybe you get to be a human for quite some time after that. But never forget... I can turn you to... my fuckpet... anytime I want to. Anytime. From now until forever. Slowly... The days you get to be a human will feel less real than the days you live as my pet. Until... One day... You will crawl to me... And beg me to make the change permanent. Only then... Will you truly be... my fuckpet."

I got up and walked towards the door. I expected to hear furious growling and barking after me... But, nope. She was as quiet as a mouse.

I might have shocked her to her very core just now.

I turned around once more. "That, as I said, is the best case scenario. I don't think you're currently ready to hear how much worse it could get for you."

I closed the door behind me, letting my words sink into her.

I sat in my car, deep in thought.

Now... was that really enough?

Would she do the phone call with no issues?

...I know her submission score was really high by now, and I controlled her both with the dog and nipple pinching thing...

But still, there was something about her... Something that always wanted to rebel.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be so honest about her future? Of course she would rebel against that.

And fuck, I could even wipe that whole speech from her memory with my app...

But... I really didn't want to.

...I sort of... Wanted her to play along... While knowing... While being aware... That this was how things would end up for her if she did.

It probably wasn't good planning... And I was leaving myself **** again... But...

Making her conscious of her own downfall was too fucking delicious to not do.

...And, in the case she does do something she wasn't supposed to...

Well, I'd have the justification to get even more... sadistic...

And whatever she manages do, I highly doubt I couldn't fix. I just have too much control over her now.

But yeah, if I truly am aiming for that lovely day when she willingly surrenders her humanity and accepts her place as a lowly animal, one whose only goal in life is getting fucked by her master... I'm going to have to give her a little bit of freedom. Just a tiny bit. Enough to make her think she's going down this path voluntarily.

If I really wanted to, I could keep her as a dog permanently already. But that would be boring.

Unless she makes the decision to surrender to me herself... then I never won in the first place.

...This is probably why we have free will in the first place. It's boring to be God and just **** everyone do everything.

Shit, why am I getting theological all of a sudden? And was I comparing myself to... God?

Get a hold of yourself, Jack. Thinking too highly like that and I'm bound to make dumb, arrogant mistakes.

Alright. I'm done manipulating Janice for now. Time to manipulate the next target.

Teresa.

...Yeah, so... I guess I'm kinda facing a bigger question with her.

How to control crazy?

I'd turn off her Yandere-trait, if I could. Right now she knows too much, specially about that blonde assassin I have in my dungeon. Her sensible mind would kick in, and she'd call the police. Whether I want it or not, I'm stuck with the Yandere-trait for now.

I can't even wipe her memory. She's currently at -16. I could perhaps get her to 0 today... But, according to my clock... Yeah that whole business yesterday happened about 22 hours ago. I mean I guess I could try for that, but the app says I can only wipe memories "involving the user". That's one of those phrases that's hard to interpret. Would the app consider her fight with Reagan... involving me? I mean I wasn't there at the beginning of that fight. Would she remember fighting Reagan, and maybe shackling her up, but forget that I was present?

Would she get even more fucking confused by that? Maybe stupidly tell somebody that "hey I think I fought somebody down in the company's basement" and "maybe they're still there"?

It was my lie about being an "international spy" that was keeping her quiet, currently. And the sad part is... I couldn't even take the chance and test that. Let's say I get her to 0. I'll destroy her memories involving me from the last 24 hours. Oops, she forgot about me but remembers fighting the blonde. She's going to be fucking confused and might blurt out something stupid to somebody. And... I can't return her correct memories until she reaches +100. Because apparently that's a rule too.

...

I could get her to +50, and I'd have at least the option to be selective about her memories. But still... I could end up with the same problem.

I don't think this memory thing is the best option here.

Besides, her situation is not "that" unique. I think have like a dozen women now who know too much about me... But who I'm managing to control, thanks to the app. And my charming personality, of course.

So... I should just be going for control, right?

She's already obsessive about me and at least wants to believe in that spy-crap.

So I have at least two possible strings to pull here.

But her situation differs from others in one, massive way.

Which makes me return back to first question...

How to control crazy?

...

...hmm...

...perhaps... perhaps that would be a passable solution for the time being...

It would at least give me time to focus on more important matters in the mean time...

...But... who's expendable?

...Her? ...or... her? Maybe...

Oh, right, her... I think she would probably suffice.

Fine. Plan formulated. Time to text Teresa and get to the location.

I have never rented a seedy motel room like this before... But it's going to fit my purposes.

A bathroom, a bed, a TV... And I only needed one of those things.

This place was pretty far removed from anywhere. I wondered how long I would have to wai-

KNOCK KNOCK!!

Oh, right. It's Teresa we're talking about here. It was a miracle she wasn't here before me.

I opened the door...

And despite already climaxing like... four times today...

I got hard again.

I'd... I'd never seen her wear anything like that before... Just her strange work outfits...

Such a long, black dress... Like she was going to a high-class party or something...

And that cleavage... Oh boy, that cleavage...

Was she... already trying to seduce me?

"C-come in," I said. Hope she didn't catch my voice cracking there.

I sat on the bed. But she... She stopped at the entrance.

Like she was... afraid to come in?

"Is this... where you operate from?" she quietly asked.

"Sometimes," I lied.

"D-do you have... some kind of weapons here... or something?" she asked as her eyes scanned the small space.

Was she really scared of that, for some reason? After pummeling a woman holding a gun 24 hours ago?

Was this a part of her craziness? Going from meek to bombastic when it fit her mood?

"Maybe. But don't worry about that."

"D-do you have any weapon on you? Right now?"

"Nah, of course not."

"Really?"

"Obviously. It's just you and me. Come in already."

"Cool."

She slipped a hand inside her dress, and pulled out a-

Wait, was she holding a frickin'...

GUN?!

And- AND pointing it straight at me?!

WHAT THE F-

"I need you to put these on first..."

I looked at the her other hand...

Shit. Why can't I catch a break?