Jewelz

The obvious place to start, with Skin already in the files. She started to nod and move under me, “I deserved that--” her eyes refocused, “you fucking bastard!”

Oh, duh, if I’d thought about this more, it was obvious, she only got all vague when she came first and it stopped when I did. I quickly restrained her and, with a smirk, slid her panties back over her cum-filled cunt. “You just stay right there, Rapetoy.” She bared her teeth and pulled, but her restraints were intended to hold a strong man and she wasn’t that strong, especially not with Weak In The Knees still active.

“Fuck you, you’re so fucking dead! It’s not even funny!” I ignored her threats and searched the place, retrieving three guns and hiding them in a new location. “And that cunt! I’ll kill her too. Or maybe just cut off her fucking arms and legs and keep her on a fucking rolley-tray under my bed and roll her out whenever I want those perfect lips to do their work.”

She really believed that she’d given up her **** cache because Kat was just that good at sex…fuck. I casually walked between her legs, my hard cock pressed into her panties, forcing them into her sopping, leaking cunt. Her hips jerked as she tried to control herself, pushing herself against me.

“You fucking pussy, think I can’t get out of this? I’ll--”

“Beg to be my bitch? Yes, you will.”:

“Never! I’ve broken better men than you into mewling little sissies, **** for a stapon up their ass!”

“That was when you had your **** material. It’s all mine now.”

“I’ll get out of this and make you tell me where you put it. And her!”

I smiled and ran a finger down her lush body, “By the time you get out, our precautions will be in place. You touch a hair on either of us, and it all goes to the feds. And Vikki Vale.”

She shuddered, looking up at me in a panic. “I’ll give you a moment to think about that.”

I grabbed my phone, took a few more pictures of her and showed her the ones I’d taken earlier. Hopefully with that and her materials and **** Bitch I could…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! What do you want, you fucking bastard?”

“Well, let’s start with something easy. You’re going to stop **** people.”

“Fuck you! You’re a goddamn **** too!”

“And I don’t like the competition. Especially not from someone whose body is built to submit.”

“I’m not--”

She stopped talking as I pulled her panties back and released them, snapping them back into place with the wet thump of a wet towel impacting water. It didn’t make her cum. It did make her moan though. “You’re going to stop **** people. Say it.”

Her glare was hateful, but I casually reached down and tweaked her right nipple and then ripped her panties clean off.

”Say it, or I’ll make you cum on my dick, record it and show it to every man at work so they know what you really are.”

“I’ll stop--” I thrust into her, she moaned, bit her lip, then glared at me, eyes full of hate, “**** people.” +10 SP (Frannie: +72) A silent, ‘except you, when I get out of this’ was obviously appended to that sentence.

“Good. Now, on Monday, you’re going to give me a permanent delegation for check-out authority, aren’t you?” Talking like this, with her tied down and my dick in her, was delightful. Especially as her cunt massaged my dick, regardless of the feelings of her twisted mind.

“Fine!” +1 SP (Frannie +73).

“Now, with how much time you spent on your little schemes, I think you’ll need a new hobby. Guess what it is,” I ordered.

The fire in her eyes didn’t fade at all, “Being your rapetoy?” +5 SP (Frannie +78)

I laughed, “No, silly girl. That’s not your hobby. That’s your identity.”

“Fuck--” I flicked her cunt and again, she hovered on the inch of cumming, cunt convulsing around my cock, tightening and loosening as she tried to milk the seed from my balls.

“Introduce yourself as my rapetoy, or I’ll make you into the rapetoy for the entire fucking security ****.”

As she glared at me, I glared back, but I was actually checking my new checkpoint:

True Redemption: Frannie instantly realizes the error of her ways, goes to the police and turns herself in for all her crimes, she won’t mention any of yours though. She’ll be killed before she comes to trial, but dies with a clear conscience.

Willing Rapetoy: Update to ****’s Regret, resistance to **** reduced to minimal levels. Target will be more active, even after first orgasm during **** and point score may be possible, though not for anything the App forces her to do. Target will begin placing herself in **** positions, either just with you, or with everyone she has ever victimized, or with everyone. You may choose which at time of selection and change it by spending one credit.

Information Workaround: Chance of having the investigation she ordered being traced back to her reduced to zero (an agent may still be caught, but they won’t give her up). Additionally, will blurt out a true fact related to whatever was being discussed prior to the ****, or about herself during each ****. She will not remember doing this. Since she has lost her **** material on people, she will need to find alternative means to motivate them. This may be allowing them to use her, or apologizing, or finding some other way to motivate them. Whatever she attempts will work and have no negative consequences…for you.