Chapter 211 by drek

What's next?

Hello, Reagan. (Watersports Version)

Still though...

A part of me wondered, what would happen, if I told her the truth... now?

That she actually succeeded in my challenge?

Would I still keep all those earned points?

...I mean, I guess I did have an answer for that already... One of the first things the app ever told me, was that no subject was able to regain dominance when this app was on. Still... It did seem kinda crazy that I could just lie about stuff and not face any consequences if I was found out.

Something to keep in mind, I guess.

I could test it out though. On her. Tell her the truth.

...Nah. Bad idea.

Even if she didn't regain any points from it, it would make her more confident in our future interactions.

Better keep it this way. Make her think she lost the game by a cunthair.

The poor bitch wasn't even moving anymore. Her face was still planted against the table.

And her breathing sounded really rough. Almost like sandpaper.

...Yeah, I'm thinking this was enough damage for one day. Sure, the bitch tried to kill me this particular day... But I wanted to keep her alive.

I'd be fool to part with those defiant tits, tough ass and fiery will that I couldn't wait to break.

So, yeah... We might have to fix the situation a little bit.

I looked to the nude duo of redheads, who were still wearing their pussyjuice- and saliva-drenched straps.

"You perverts are still wearing those? Take them off. And then.... turn this cumdump on her back. And after that... Place another gag in her mouth. But not the previous one. Take one of those o-shaped oval, open ones. We may have to feed her some fluids to keep her breathing."

Both of them gave me a small, understanding nod and proceeded to do as I had ordered.

Lana shared a strange look before moving, though.

...Oh yeah... We got pretty intimate in that hazy state, didn't we?

I could still taste her strawberry-flavored lipstick on my lips.

...She was still one of my best kissers, though. Truthfully, I might have enjoyed the taste of her mouth more than fucking this slut's ass.

...Wait, what? That sounded stupid. No way kissing was better than assfucking. Get your head on straight, Jack.

Enough of these sidetracks anyway. It was time to fix one huge problem of mine.

The girls didn't need my help with Reagan. She was as zonked as anyone could physically be. Even after they unshackled her, and turned her around... she barely flinched.

So I picked up my phone again.

It was finally time to learn what this latest perk was about.

The memory wiper.

Every subject now had a tab specifically dedicated to it.

Wait a minute... Anna-Marie's profile was flashing.

Seems like she just got a... new trait?

...That's kind of late in the game for her, right? I mean she was almost all the way to a hundred now. Whatever the trait was... It wasn't going to be something urgent.

So I decided to forget about it for now. I'll check it out later. Right now... Only one thing mattered.

Wiping Reagan's mind.

And as I navigated over to Reagan's profile...

A stray thought caught me.

There was something very different about Reagan's profile compared to all the other subjects.

...And it had always been like that. I just... I guess I never noticed it until now.

All the other profiles had the subject's full name. First name and last name.

Reagan's profile just read "Reagan".

...

Was that it?

Was that her full name or something?

How could that... even be?

...

I'm going to have to ask her about that sometime.

Best time to do that... would be when she's actually conscious. I just hope I don't forget to do that.

It probably isn't that important anyways.

But let's see this memory thing...

Huh.

This structure was... oddly well organized.

It was currently showing all the memories Regan had concerning me, from the last 24 hours.

It was divided into main categories and subcategories. Kinda like a folder structure.

The four main categories were: "Staking out", "Capture of Jack", "The fight with Jack and Teresa", "Captured".

Her last 24 hours divided neatly into four parts.

...Just what kind of AI does this? Groups this stuff, gives it names and...

No, don't think about that stuff. This app is magical. It has always been magical and does some really weird, unbelievable shit already. Why would I start questioning this stuff now?

...But wait, where was Reagan's memory about learning about the app?

Is it under... "Capture of Jack"? Since that's when it happened?

I clicked that particular title. It opened up, and showed me six new subcategories.

"Holding Jack by Gunpoint", "Tying up Jack", "Learning about the Submission Accelerator", "About to kill Jack", "Waiting with Jack for Teresa to leave", "Putting Jack in closet".

Once again... This was supremely well organized. And even these subcategories seemed to have their own subcategories. I wondered... just how detailed you could get with this memory removal?

Hey, all the better for me. Could be really useful in some situations.

Although that one title... "About to kill Jack"... eugh... If there was any single doubt about her actually doing it...

Wait... I wonder if these titles could reveal something else to me...

I clicked open the title "Putting Jack in closet."

It had three subgroups.

"Decision to put Jack into the closet", "Shoving Jack into the closet", and... "Lying to Jack".

...So yeah... it was a lie. The stuff about freeing me if I was quiet. It was kinda obvious, but... Now I was at least certain.

The fucking bitch. She was fully committed to killing me.

Lana and Anna-Marie had already managed to reshackle Reagan to the table, now with her back to the table and tits jiggling free in the open air. Lana was currently picking an open gag from my gag-shelf.

Yes, I had a gag-shelf here. Gotta be prepared for everything.

But yeah... What was the best move here? What stuff should I delete?

I decided to start by deleting the most dangerous memory from Reagan's head... the information about the app.

There was a small trash icon next to the memory. I clicked it.

A notification appeared on the screen.

This subject has not yet reached +50-level. You are not allowed to delete specific memories, you can only do a full deletion of everything related to you from the last 24 hours.

Delete? Yes/No.

Oh yeah right. There was this condition to 0-50 level subjects.

...Well, was there actually a need to save anything?

...No, I don't think so.

So, what would that mean for Reagan?

After I click this deletion button... She might not even know how she ended up here.

Or wait... Did she make the decision to come here within the last 24 hours? I remember her telling me about that, but I'm not quite sure how it actually was... In that moment, I happened to be scared shitless, so it was hard to actually listen.

But I do know that she followed me for a full week. And saw me doing a bunch of really creepy stuff.

She formulated the idea that it had something to do with my app... But couldn't be certain about it.

So that's where her mind would be. Just being suspicious about me.

That's good enough for now. And hey, the fact that she's going to wake up in my dungeon with a blank memory... She might feel that her assumptions were correct. But still... she doesn't know any specifics about my app. Or that I even have one. It was just her assumption.

That's why I'm going to have to keep her locked in here even after I wipe this day from her memory. Because, let's just say as an example... if we were to now drive her into the middle of the forest, ****, and leave her there, and then delete this day from her memory... She would still be a problem for me. The last thing she was doing, the thing she was doing all last week... Was try to catch me and understand how I managed to dominate so many women around me...

With a big suspicion about it being related to my phone.

Wait... I think I can recall now...

I think she said something about... having a suspicion that I was controlling everyone with my phone... When she saw me in park with Ulla and those feminists?

...Damn. And that happened more than 24 hours ago.

That was another dangerous memory I needed to remove.

Although... With that... There wouldn't be such a horrible rush.

As long as I could get her to +50 within a week... That memory would be easily removed as well.

You could destroy a whole week full of memories from +50 subjects. Or just specific ones from the previous week.

And she wasn't fucking going anywhere for a while. Hope nobody was missing her.

...Like Maria. Who she worked for.

Shit. She wouldn't miss her, right?

...Maria wouldn't miss one missing employee, right? At least... Why the fuck would she search her... here?

I didn't know anything about Reagan's family or if she had close friends who'd start searching for her. I really need to talk- I mean interrogate her once her soul returned to her body.

The sooner I get her to +50, the less dangerous she will be. For multiple reasons. And perhaps, once sufficiently memorywiped... She could even return to her normal life and job again. While being secretly my ****, of course.

Either that or she never gets free, I keep her locked here as my personal meatpuppet and push her to +100. Whichever is easier.

But still... I find it quite hard to believe I could just remove a person from society without there being search parties or police looking for her... Damn. I need to formulate a proper plan about all this at some point.

Only one thing was for certain. After I pressed "yes"... She would have no idea what "The Submission Accelerator" is, what it does... And that is going to make manipulating her a hundred times easier.

Lana had already fit the new gag over Reagan's mouth, while Anna-Marie grabbed a water bottle from the grocery bag to pour down the exhausted woman's throat...

She was a little bit awake now, her eyelids were just about hanging open...

So wait... I was going to delete her memory now? So that this was the moment she would "wake up"?

Being tied up and water poured down her throat?

...

Hmm... You know what... I could make this...

A little bit more special for her.

"Anna. Don't. She doesn't deserve that bottled water. That's only for good girls."

The two looked at me questiongly.

"T-Then... what, master? Some- Some more water from the sink?", Lana asked.

"No. I want you two to piss down her throat."

Anna-Marie jumped back in shock, and Lana was visibly shook as well.

"N- n- n- n-" Anna-Marie stuttered. She was clearly trying to form the word "no", but could only get halfway.

"You both will do it. That's an order. I want to see a beautiful double stream of golden piss filling her whore mouth."

Reagan turned her murderous eyes to me. Even in that state... She was able to understand the words that I just said. And thanks to her open gag... She would have **** but to accept what was about to commence.

I walked over to the other end of the table to get a better view of this spectacle. From here... I could see both streams at once.

Lana and Anna shared a hopeless look between them. To my surprise... Lana began comforting Anna.

"It's... It's alright, Anna... I'm sure this w-woman... I'm sure our p-piss is better than she even deserves. Is- Isn't that right, master?", Lana said, trying to calm Anna down.

I nodded.

Soggy-eyed Anna eased her panicked breathing... and then just... nodded quietly.

I had to say... Lana was doing all the right things these days.

She was really gunning for that "top ****"-spot.

Might have to make her and Gretchen fight it out.

She steeled herself, and confidently approached Reagan's head.

Using her index and middle finger... She opened up her pussylips right above the blonde's mouth.

I think the reality was finally sinking in for Reagan. She could now fully understand the humiliation that was about to land on her and tried turning her head as far away from Lana's pussy as she could. Thankfully, I was there to take care of it. I held her head in place and made sure she couldn't move.

She was putting up a hell of a fight again, though. It took all my strength just to keep her head still. What was this now, her seventh reserve strength tank kicking in, or something? This woman's power seemed to be endless.

Which was actually good, since my desire to humiliate her was also endless. So we matched.

"Anna! You too! I want you two to piss at the same time!"

Anna's nude body twitched from my forceful tone, and she quickly brought her pussylips near Reagan's mouth as well.

Lana's and Anna's pussies were so close now, they were almost kissing. But more important than that... They were very close to the big open hole below them.

A hot, warm hole with a tongue and a person who desperately wanted to be anywhere else on planet Earth.

"Are you two ready?" I asked.

They nodded. Lana a bit more confidently than Anna.

Reagan tried shaking her head with even harder ****... But I managed to keep it still.

"NAH NAAAAH NAAAAAHAAAAAA!" She shouted through the open gag.

If you ask me, she was being way too negative. She was a thirsty gal, about to get a mouthful of liquid. She should be more appreciative.

"One... two... three... PISS!"

...

It began as a small trinkle...

But soon turned into a beautiful, golden double waterfall, that shined gorgeously under the basement lights.

"STAAAAAPgurglegleglepfftgllglglglglll", Reagan adorably screeched before her vocal chords were filled with the yellow, warm liquid.

She still tried to shake her head, but it was too late now.

The piss already consumed her mouth. Her throat. And surely... she had to have swallowed a bunch now too.

While Lana and Anna looked oddly blissed... probably because they finally got to empty their bladders... The woman whose head I was holding was the opposite. Her eyes were fully open now, experiencing each drop to its fullest. Getting realm familiar with what piss from my red-headed slaves tasted like.

Maybe someday she'll taste my piss as well.

But she hadn't earned it yet.

Lana and Anna were really good aimers. I'd say 90 percent of all liquid did go into Reagan's mouth. The streams even combined in mid-air, crashing against each other and then dropping down to the unwilling mouth. Sure, some of it got on her nose, eyes, hair... And some piss sprinkled on Lana and Anna as well... But all in all, it was fairly good effort. Perhaps I even preferred this messiness, because now Reagan would have to keep smelling that piss on her face for a long time to come.

Hmm... It was kind of weird that I didn't get a submission point from either woman, even though I gave them an extremely humiliating order about pissing in this woman's mouth? I know the app said I won't get points from making subjects drink piss... But didn't it work even when I ordered them to piss?

No, that couldn't be the case. I once ordered Lana to piss all over her diplomas, and that got me a few points... Could it be that this was related to the rule about drinking piss? That if you ordered them to make someone else drink their piss, it didn't work either? As long as it one person pissing on another, no points?

It was either that or both women were too corrupted to get new points. Which I doubted. I'm sure at least Anna-Marie would have given me one. It was probably the former, and the rule about piss drinking was just explained insufficiently.

Both girls' bladders were surprisingly full. I'm sure the whole process felt like an eternity to Reagan. It just wouldn't stop.

No matter how many gallons had to eventually allow to travel down her throat.... More and more just kept coming.

And if she tried to talk... She allowed more and more urine to go to her stomach.

Finally, as both women's streams began to ease up...

And the smell of ammoniac was added to the lingering scents of pussyjuice, sweat and sperm that floated in the air...

I whispered in Reagan's ear.

"Better not get used to this luxury, bitch... When I'm through with you... You'll wish you were nothing but a ****-urinal."

I wanted that to be the final memory of this particular Reagan.

And also the first memory of the new Reagan.

I clicked my phone... and deleted the last 24 hours from her mind.

The effect was immediate. The woman's eyes shot fully open again, and she began panicking extra harder.

"GURGLEgurgleGURGLEgurglWHEREgurgle", the woman tried to speak, but could only swallow more piss and see the two open pussies above her head.

Lana and Anna-Marie looked strangely satisfied and disgusted at the same time. I guess that's the feeling you get when you finally get to empty your bladder... But it's over someone else's face.

I pushed them both aside, and filled Reagan's vision with my own face.

"gurglecoughYOUgurgle" Reagan tried talking while drinking and coughing at the same time.

"Hello Reagan. You might wonder about a few things. Like... Why are you tied up? Why do your pussy and asshole feel completely used up? What's with that strange taste of piss in your mouth? Well... I would love to tell you about it all. Really. But I'm sure... We will get a chance to do that later. You're not up to it now."

And just like that, as if on cue... The moment she swallowed last of the piss... She couldn't hold her eyes open anymore. They rolled up and her head slumped backwards on the table.

She was **** again. I think for real this time.

Her exhausted body and the shock of all this... I guess she didn't have that eighth reserve energy tank after all.

We would have to continue this later.

I looked over to my two slaves, naked and ashamed, droplets of piss still running down their thighs...

"No more orders for today. Just make sure she's locked up, fully gagged... and don't talk to her anymore. I'll probably return tomorrow. Or Sunday. We'll see. Have a nice weekend. Keep your pussies warm for me."

Just as I was about to head to the exit...

Lana grabbed my arm.

"Pl-please master, you... there's-"

She was once again trying to tell me something.

"Yeah? Go ahead. But quickly now."

She cleared her throat.

"There's-" she calmed down, and tried to start from the beginning. "You... You should know that... That her gag acci-accidentally dropped down while... While you were gone..."

...

I... I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach.

"We... We put it back, but... D-Do you wish to know what she told us?"

...

Okay, easy Jack... even if she said the worst thing... these are dedicated slaves, so...

Nothing bad could come from it, right?

...

I nodded.

"S-She told us that... Well, I guess... I guess it is kinda crazy, when I say it out loud, but... That you have an... app on your phone... And with this app, you can like... control people around you? Make them more... submissive? Like, for example, that... when people obey your orders, you get.... submission points from them? And... that you put different traits on everybody and... make them more sexual? I know it's totally crazy, and... And I even told Anna-Marie it's crazy, since she believed it more-"

"No I didn't!"

"Well either way, that kind of stuff... it has to be impossible, right? But... This last month... This stuff... What's happening now... In my life... and how- how I feel about you... In that weird way, I... I guess you could even say... that- that it makes sense, and-"

She suddenly quieted down.

Her expression went oddly blank.

"...And?" I asked.

She looked a bit stupified, and even scratched her head.

"...I'm sorry m-master, what was I talking about again? ...I... forgot..."

I let out a long, relaxing breath.

Even Anna-Marie looked confused now.

This memory wiper thing is awesome.

Specially when you can erase specific memories... with subjects that have high enough points.

Like Lana and Anna-Marie.

I put my phone quickly back into my pocket, and gave Lana's naked ass a rough little squeeze.

"Yaigh!" was her high-pitched, cute little scream.

"You sexy little scatterbrain... You don't need to think about anything else other than how to best serve me and my cock. And if you two are good enough, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you two as well, when I get time. Until then... remember to stay vigilant with that blonde bitch. And don't allow her to say a goddamn word."

They nodded... And Lana even allowed herself to smile a little... even with that confusion still etched on her face.

Whew.

Everything was fixed again.