Happily

“Yes, master…um, I’m not on birth control, master. Mom bought it, but I don’t take it, because I’m not seeing anyone and I hate how it makes me feel.”

I heard minor cursing from Diamond, but ignored it. “You don’t need to worry here, either. I’ll make all the decisions for you, including whether I breed you and when.” There was a warning growl from Diamond.

“Yes, master,” Romy said, relaxing somewhat at my words. +1 SP (Romy: +95) “Uh…can I ask if you will,” she swallowed and stumbled over the word, “breed me now?”

Mission Acquired: Breed the Cheerleader.

Romy wants to be breed, oblige the little slut. College isn’t for whores. Well, it sort of is, so there’s no problem, right? Reward: -

“No. If you want that, you’ll have to earn it outside this place, through your own actions.” Diamond’s voice in my ear made me continue. “And not until after college, no matter what. You’ll be my eyes and ears on campus.”

“Yes, master, I’ll help you find other girls who can serve you.” Nope, nope, nope, I didn’t even need Diamond’s complaints to see the problems there.

“Silly fuckdoll, what do I need them for when I have you and the others? I don’t need more girls--” the chorus of laughter and snorts from Asa and Diamond were a bit hurtful, but I manfully kept talking, despite the interjections from the peanut gallery. “I’ve got plans to fix this city, and I’ll need everyone to pull their weight.”

“Yes, master, how can I help?”

“We’ll discuss that after I’ve sampled that delicious cunt of yours. You have five minutes to clean yourself up and prepare yourself and my bedroom for the loss of your virginity. This is a test, you get to choose what to do.”

She looked at me in panic.

“Be calm. Focus. Do your best,” I ordered.

She nodded. +1 SP (Romy: +96) “Master, I am a virgin, but…I know my hymen broke a couple years ago in cheerleading practice.”

I smiled, “Well, that spares me needing to override the pain with pleasure, so I’ll calibrate things appropriately. I’m glad you realize that you don’t have any secrets from me.”

“Yes, master,” she agreed, though no point gain…

“Four minutes and thirty seconds,” I said, though I had no idea how long it had been since I started the time. Her eyes widened and she ran for the bathroom, grabbing her purse and underwear as she ran.

She had her phone in there, she could call for help, but all I heard was water and movement.

”Well?” I asked quietly.

“You’re doing as well as can be expected,” Diamond admitted. “But you keep switching between actual mind control and just dom, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna have to commit if you want to get her to 100.”

I wasn’t sure if she actually believed that, or just wanted to hear her daughter’s fantasy fully fulfilled, but either way it was the excuse I needed.

“Seriously?” Asa managed to speak clearly, though I could hear the after-effects of a gooning orgasm in her voice. “She may have a fetish, but she also wants to expose us!”

“So, don’t tell her the truth, just something she’ll believe, have her believe it, then you can tell her it’s not true and she’ll believe that,” Diamond said. “And she’ll get to live her fantasy, safely, just like you did for me.”

“And you can help the two of them out, like you did for Mom and me,” Asa added.

Which meant…damn, they were sensing hesitation and concern on my part and trying to push me. Which was fair enough.

”Fair,” I said as I saw a flash of flesh in my bedroom.

“And your time is just about up,” Asa said.

I stepped into my bedroom and she instantly posed, hands forming a heart around the tiny tattoo of a heart on her belly. “Master, I need you this deep inside me, to claim my womb for yourself. This tattoo was always meant as a yardstick for how deep a man should be able to reach inside me, only a real man could fuck my womb.”

I missed the hentai reference until it was explained to me later, by Asa, who was far more up on internet porn and culture than me these days. But I didn't need to get the reference to get the request...