It’s fucking massive, mate.

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Daphne's sister.

Right.

Of course she was.

What the fuck else did I expect from this psycho?

I stared at Chloe, and suddenly the resemblance was so obvious I felt like a dumbass for not seeing it earlier.

The same sharp, aristocratic bone structure.

The same dark, piercing eyes.

The same proud jawline.

I couldn’t compare nipple sizes. Not yet, anyway.

But where Daphne's hair was cropped into a short black pixie cut, Chloe's cascaded down her back in a long, dark waterfall.

Where Daphne radiated dominance, Chloe radiated defiance.

"Your sister," I repeated slowly.

"My baby sister," Daphne emphasized, leaning back in her throne. "Eighteen months younger. Used to share a bedroom growing up."

Chloe's fists clenched at her sides. Her jaw was so tight I could see the muscles twitching beneath her skin.

"She was my first crush," Daphne said.

The words were casual. Almost wistful.

"You have to understand, Jack. Growing up in our household, in our sad little village, there weren't exactly a lot of options for a confused little dyke. Mum was a devout Catholic. Dad was gone. And there was Chloe."

Daphne's eyes drifted to her sister. Something flickered behind the arrogance. Something old and raw.

"Always in the next bed. Always changing in front of me. Always so bloody beautiful and completely oblivious."

Chloe's nostrils flared. Her eyes were burning holes into the side of Daphne's skull.

"It took me years to work up the courage," Daphne continued. "Years of lying awake at night. Years of hating myself. And then one evening, when Mum was at church, I just… did it. I kissed her."

The room was dead silent.

"She didn't kiss me back."

Daphne's smirk turned bitter.

"She shoved me off the bed. Called me a disgusting pervert. A sick freak. A filthy dyke."

Each word landed like a hammer blow.

"Then she ran straight to Mum. Told her everything. Cried her precious little eyes out while describing how her degenerate big sister had assaulted her."

Daphne's fingers curled around the armrests of the throne.

"Long story short, mum packed my bags and shipped me off to Saint Catherine's. The Christian school. Jesus himself was going to come down and fix my troubled ways."

She let out a dry laugh.

"He never did, though."

I glanced at Chloe. She was trembling now.

Not with fear.

With rage.

"But that's ancient history," Daphne said brightly, her mask snapping back into place. "Water under the bridge. We've since reconciled. Haven't we, Chloe?"

Chloe said nothing. Her dark eyes screamed murder.

“She did end up returning that kiss. In more ways than one. Anyway," Daphne said, turning her attention back to me. "I picked Chloe for this particular task for a very specific reason."

She pointed lazily at her sister.

"Before I got my hands on her and trained her to finally appreciate the taste of sisterly sapphic love, little Chloe here was quite the enthusiastic cocksucker."

Chloe's face flushed deep red.

Humiliation or fury.

Probably both.

"By my count," Daphne mused, tapping her chin theatrically, "she must have sucked at least sixteen different cocks before I intervened. She was the village bicycle. Our mum's golden child, the good Catholic girl, on her knees every Saturday night behind the pub."

Daphne leaned forward, locking eyes with her sister.

"So this is your lucky day, Chloe. You finally get to do your favorite hobby again."

Chloe's lip curled.

"But it's the very last time," Daphne added, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "So I suggest you show every bit of enthusiasm you've got. Make him cum quickly. Make him cum so fast his eyes roll into the back of his stupid head. Do you understand me?"

Chloe didn't respond.

Daphne's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I said. Do you understand me."

For a while, nothing happened.

Then…

Chloe nodded.

The hatred in that single nod could have peeled paint off walls.

I sat there on my ridiculous golden throne, processing the twisted family drama unfolding before me.

Part of me was fascinated.

Part of me was disturbed.

Big part of me was hard.

Maybe that’s what Daphne wanted.

To get me ready to blow my load because she was talking about hot, sister-on-sister incest?

It was hard to get my mind out of that one.

I barely remembered the contest could start at any moment, and I hadn't given Michelle her orders yet.

I turned to my ex-wife.

She was standing at the base of the dais, her body completely exposed. She was staring at all of us with deep, cosmic confusion. Her lips were still sealed by my earlier command.

"Listen. You're going to go up there," I said, nodding toward Daphne's throne. "You're going to get between her legs. And you are going to eat her pussy like your life depends on it."

Michelle's eyes pleaded even harder.

"Because it does," I continued, keeping my voice cold and measured. "If you fail me here, I will punish you. And I will punish Maddy. And I will make you watch while I punish her."

The color drained from her face at the mention of her wife's name.

"I’ll make her scream my name while I fuck her over your divorce papers. While you kneel beside us cheering us on."

Michelle was shaking now. Violently.

"Use every single trick you learned from your little lesbian marriage. Every technique. Every flick, every suck, every swirl. You are going to make that woman cum so fast she won't even know what hit her."

Michelle was literally speechless. In more ways than one.

“What, she’s already a lesbian? Fuck. That’s disappointing,” Daphne suddenly spoke up. “I was really hoping for some straight girl tongue. I never get tired of that.”

Oh yeah. I guess I just accidentally revealed that fact.

Fuck.

It sounded like she might have been more excited by her being straight, and maybe would have orgasmed earlier.

Shit.

The PA system crackled.

"Users," the AI voice announced. "Prepare for the second contest. Assume your seated positions. Hands on the armrests at all times."

Daphne shifted in her throne. She reached for the button of her jeans.

"The slaves will handle the disrobing," the AI interrupted sharply. "The slaves are permitted to use only their mouths throughout the entirety of this challenge. No hands. No other body parts. Mouth only."

Daphne's hands froze. She let out an annoyed huff and placed them back on the armrests.

"Well, always nice to see them make some effort to get to the prize," she muttered.

Michelle and Chloe climbed the steps of the dais.

Michelle stopped in front of Daphne's spread legs. Daphne looked down at my ex-wife with a slow, hungry smile.

"Hello, gorgeous," Daphne purred.

Michelle just stared at her.

"I'm going to enjoy your tongue on my clit," Daphne said softly. "And the taste isn’t so bad. I've been told it tastes like honey and salt."

Michelle swallowed hard. Her lower lip was trembling.

Daphne leaned forward. “Although… Those times I’ve showered first though. You’ll get the full raw experience.”

Michelle almost gagged.

I turned my attention to Chloe.

She was standing in front of me, her arms folded.

Her furious stare was directed at me now instead of Daphne.

And the hatred hadn't diminished. If anything, it had intensified.

I opened my mouth to say something to her.

Maybe something commanding.

Maybe something to establish dominance before she wrapped her lips around me.

But nothing came out.

What the fuck are you supposed to say in a situation like this anyways?

Enjoy my dick? Bon appetit?

Both sounded lame, so I just let them stay in my head.

"The second contest begins… now."

The air horn blasted.

Michelle dropped to her knees between Daphne's legs. She leaned forward, pressing her face against the crotch of Daphne's tight jeans.

Her teeth caught the brass button. She tugged.

It took her three attempts. The denim was stiff and unyielding.

Finally, the button popped free.

Michelle clamped her teeth around the zipper tab and slowly dragged it down. The metallic sound was unnervingly loud in the quiet room.

Beneath the denim, Daphne was wearing simple black cotton panties.

Michelle hesitated, her nose inches from the fabric.

I could see her nostrils flare as Daphne's scent hit her.

"Don't be shy, love," Daphne whispered from above.

Michelle hooked her teeth into the waistband of the panties and began to tug them down.

Meanwhile, Chloe hadn't moved.

She was just standing there. Staring at me. Her arms folded in defiance.

"Chloe!" Daphne barked suddenly, not even looking away from Michelle's progress. "Get his cock out. NOW! You know I can make your life Hell!"

Chloe flinched.

Her jaw worked silently. The internal battle was visible on her face.

Then, with the stiff mechanical obedience of a woman fighting every synapse in her brain, she knelt down in front of me.

I watched her closely.

Her movements were slow. Reluctant. Full of barely contained rebellion.

And that's when it clicked.

Chloe's body wasn't modified.

Her breasts were natural. Her proportions were natural. There were no signs of the app's physical alteration capabilities.

Not like Tina. Not the bimbofied body Daphne clearly preferred.

Which meant she hadn't reached 100.

She wasn't fully obedient. She was still fighting. Still resisting.

Hell, she might be below 90.

Below 80?

"Interesting," I murmured, just loud enough for Daphne to hear.

Daphne's eyes snapped toward me.

"Your sister isn't at full submission, is she?" I said. "She's not even close."

Daphne's face darkened. A dangerous shadow crossed her features.

She opened her mouth to retort. But at that exact moment, Michelle finished pulling down her panties.

Daphne's pussy was fully exposed. Neatly trimmed. Glistening slightly.

And Michelle, driven by terror and obedience, pressed her tongue flat against Daphne's slit and dragged it upward in one long, firm stroke.

Daphne's entire body jolted.

Her eyes rolled slightly. Her fingers dug into the armrests. Whatever cutting response she had prepared evaporated from her brain in an instant.

"Oh… fuck," Daphne breathed, her hips shifting involuntarily.

Michelle didn't stop. She buried her face deeper, her tongue working with frantic precision.

Good girl, Michelle.

Chloe, meanwhile, had finally reached my crotch.

Her teeth found my zipper. She pulled it down with a sharp, angry tug.

I felt the pressure release as my pants loosened.

Then her teeth hooked into the waistband of my boxers.

She pulled them down just enough.

My cock sprang free. It was already hard.

Painfully hard.

Little Jack swung upward, nearly slapping Chloe across the cheek.

She jerked her head back, her dark eyes going wide.

For the first time since she'd entered the room, the hatred on her face was replaced by something else entirely.

Pure, undiluted shock.

"Holy fucking shit," she let out. “It’s fucking massive.”

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