Macabre

I was somewhat surprised.

Not about the fact that Janice decided to attack me- she had done several times before. No... This time, she wanted, with **** prejudice, just... kill me?

Kill her sister's ex-husband? Just like that?

"JANICE! OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! PLEASE, STOP! NO!!" Michelle kept screeching.

...I guess it wouldn't be that easy to explain to her that there was actually nothing to fear here.

I was in no danger.

I still had that Safety Lock active with Janice.

She could not physically harm me anymore.

That's why I sort of stopped caring how mad or angry I made her anymore.

She was nothing but an impotent sextoy at this point. It was just fun to push her buttons... and watch her react.

Which made the gleaming madness and desperation in her eyes... kinda satisfying to witness, to be honest.

It was a sight few get to experience... and still live afterwards, I guess.

There was only one thing I couldn't be sure of. Either she got to this point, with the knife pointing straight at my heart... and then didn't have the guts to go through with it. Or the safety lock was preventing her.

She was now a stone-cold killer... or a deer caught in the headlights. And I couldn't tell the difference.

Still... I did find it fascinating that somebody with +75 submission score could still get to this point.

Actually... it was kind of a good thing that this happened now. If she could mentally still reach this point... so could somebody else.

I truly can't be safe until the subject is either at +100 or has a safety lock. Really. And with safety lock... they can still disobey me in many other ways.

"Calm down, Michelle," I said with a steady, fearless voice. "Janice is not being serious."

"Not- What?"

"She's not serious. I think this is just her form of... some kind of macabre humor, isn't it?"

I chuckled as I playfully bobbed Janice on the nose with my finger.

The only way I could describe her expression after that... was pure, driven, rage-filled madness.

"DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!", she screamed in rage... yet the knife didn't move one inch forward.

Oh yeah. I was pretty sure now. She was determined. She was definitely trying to kill me.

But nothing happened.

And the confusion over that was slowly winning more ground over her anger.

"J-Jack, I'm not sure, she-" Michelle whined.

"Oh, poppycock. She would never harm me, would you, puppy?"

She was getting so frustrated by her inability to move that she brought her other hand to the frame, probably trying to strangle me with it. That stopped midway as well.

...Hmm. If I keep pushing her like this... And she still can't do anything about it...

This could be a great chance to completely break her will.

"No... She would never harm me. Do you want to know why? Because, at the end of the day... There are some things that feel soooo goood... living without them would be pointless. Am I right?"

According to the rules of the app... She had to be making her own rationalizations for not being able to, you know... plunge that knife right in my ribcage.

I could see the effect immediately. Most of the madness, the rage, the fury... began melting. Replaced with self-doubt and... should I say... deference... to me.

There was no other conclusion she could come to. She was weak. She wanted that pinch. She needed that pinch.

She couldn't live without that pinch.

Slowly, yet surely... She eased up.

She drew back the knife.

"Haha! What an excellent joke, Janice! I didn't know you had these kinds of comedy stylings in you!"

Michelle was looking absolutely bewildered. None of this made sense, but... At least this explanation would be easier to swallow, than, you know... her sister actually trying to kill me.

Janice stared at her hands in disbelief... perhaps coming to the painful realization that her addictions were more powerful than the control she had over her own body.

"Come on Janice! Smile! Laugh! You can give up the act now, poor Michelle here still thinks you were serious!"

Janice glanced at the terrified look on Michelle's face... Then back to me... Slowly realizing that there was only one graceful way to end this failure.

"A- aha, ahahah.... got ya, Jack... ahaha... don't worry... Michelle, just a... playful little... haha... joke..." (JANICE +1SP) (+76SP)

Janice was definitely not Oscar-material, but who cares.

"Playful? PLAYFUL?! FUCK YOU JANICE! How in the Hell, could you... You almost gave me a heart attack! That wasn't funny in... in any sense of any world and-"

"Shut up, Michelle. I thought it was funny and you should respect that," I interrupted her.

She shut up, even though it looked like she still had a thousand more things she wanted to say. (MICHELLE +1SP) (+70SP).

Huh. A point. I guess she found that order somewhat embarrassing.

But now... Now it was time to break Janice.

This had to be a very meaningful moment for her. Something that she put all her heart into. Nobody does stuff like that on a whim. She made a really big attempt... and made an absolute fool of herself.

It was time to capitalize on it.

I leaned in, whispering in her ear.

"You know what? I think this might be your last shot, bitch. Either you stab me now... Or accept that there's nothing that will stop me from breaking you all the way into my pain-addicted little sexpuppy."

For a small while... I could see the knife getting closer to me as her expression steeled...

But, once again... It was like an invisible wall stopped it.

"But, let's be honest..." I kept whispering. "You can't live in a world without me in it anymore."

I stared at her intensely.

She stared intensely back... until she didn't.

She turned away.

I won the staring contest very decisively.

The moment... was over.

She didn't have it in her anymore.

She dropped the knife. (JANICE +10SP) (+86SP)

Oh yeah baby. That's how you get the big points.

I rewarded her with my victorious smile... and she looked very displeased about it.

She slowly waddled herself back to the other side of the apron.

I think something big just changed.

I didn't see the independent, fierce, angry, fire-breathing sister-in-law business mogul anymore...

Just a little girl who got her booty spanked.

I think we just turned a new page in this relationship.

A lot more options just opened up for me. And I was going to use some of them... during this very picnic.

Michelle still stared at her sister with furious silence.

Janice just stared at the ground.

Alright, it was time to get the festivities started.

And no, not the food. There was nothing festive... about these cookings.

"Yeah, so... I think before we begin eating, we should talk about a few things. Janice... You're probably wondering about Michelle's... well, odd choice of clothing. You're probably wondering why she's spending time with me in the first place. Don't worry, it's not like we've gotten back together or something. She's just role-playing as my wife for the weekend."

Michelle looked embarrassed, but... Janice appeared to be so deep in her own thoughts that what I said just went right past her.

Couldn't blame her. I'd probably be consumed with thoughts after failing to kill my worst enemy.

"Why, you ask? Doesn't really matter. The only thing that matters is that she's doing her best to be a good little wifey, isn't that right, dear?"

She sighed, but plastered a smile on her face. "Yes... dear." (MICHELLE +1SP) (+71SP)

Huh. Another little point. Probably doing this small stuff in front of her sister was extra humiliating.

"In fact... I'd say, so far... I'm pretty pleased with everything she's done. Honestly. Sure, there were a few moments when I had to correct her... But I think she's coming along nicely."

There was an odd mix of embarrassment and pride on her face.

"The food you made yesterday was way better than anything you had done before. Also my house is actually a lot cleaner now. So... excellent work there, wifey."

As soon as those words left my mouth... she began shivering and breathing more heavily.

There was a nice flush on her face, and she had to steady herself on the ground.

The best way to describe it... it was like she had a vibrator in her pussy and I just turned it on.

"Th... Thank... Thank you... d-d-dear..." she said, looking more and more embarrassed about the effect my words had on her.

Her odd behavior was waking Janice back up. It was hard not to pay attention to her sister's ministrations.

The way Michelle's hand hovered on her knee... It seemed to take a lot of willpower not to just stuff her hand in her panties.

I grabbed a piece of the pie that was sitting on the apron.

Looking at it closer... The fucking thing still looked awful. But still. Despite it all... Maybe it actually tasted good?

What then? Should I reward Michelle with more praise? Get her super hot and bothered?

To be honest... This weekend... I wasn't lying about anything I just said. She was a lot more willing to do stuff than I ever expected. She actually listened to me. Obeyed me. Feared me. And was clearly **** for my cock.

I know she was acting, I know the app was for the reason for the submissiveness...

But still... it felt real.

I couldn't help it. My hate for her, despite everything she had ever done to me... it wasn't as deep as it had been three days ago.

I was having second thoughts about that grand finale I had prepared for her.

I mean... There was a reason I married her.

I used to love her. A lot.

And if I could have her, the way she was right now...

I don't know.

Either way. It's not like I would ever be satisfied with only her. Not now.

I was building a massive harem of the sexiest women in my life.

And, unfortunately for her... that included her sister.

She needed to come to terms with it.

"Also..." I continued, while Michelle still had all that pleasure pulsing through her, "Michelle... you're probably wondering why Janice is here. Or why she felt comfortable enough to make that extremely, well, crude joke with me just now."

Both turned their heads to me.

"The truth is... and we wanted to let you know this gently... but me and Janice... we're dating. We're lovers."

Both of them looked shocked.

Michelle's pleasures pulses were quickly coming to an end.

"We've been for months now. If it appeared like we were fighting... it was because we still weren't prepared to let other people know about our little... thing yet."

Michelle blinked a few times, trying her best to catch up with what was happening.

She turned to Janice.

"That... That can't be true, you always- You've made it clear that, that you- Janice, I mean you hate him! You always have!"

Janice, who was still reeling from the fact she had just submitted to being my bitch... didn't know what to say to her sister. She turned her face to me for guidance.

"It's alright, puppy. Tell it to her," I said with a wink.

Janice sighed deeply, and turned to her sister.

"Yes... we... me and Jack... we... are... .... lovers." (JANICE +1SP) (+87SP)

"Yeah," I continued. "Some people say hate and love are very closely connected. Janice just needed to come to terms with her true emotions... and then it was off to the races."

Michelle was gripping the ground.

Her hands were tearing off small blades of grass from the ground.

She looked... enraged.

She was breathing faster now. Gritting her teeth.

I expected her to keep the anger in, but-

"No. No. NO!!!! NO FUCKING NO!!! THIS IS FUCKING TOO MUCH!! NO YOU GUYS ARE NOT FUCKING DATING! IT ABSOLUTELY CANNOT FUCKING BE!! JANICE!! YOU CAN'T DATE HIM! HE'S... HE'S A PIECE OF S-SHIT!! AND YOU KNOW IT! AND- AND- HE'S NOT FAITHFUL!!! YESTERDAY- YESTERDAY HE FUCKED TWO FUCKING WHORES IN HIS BEDROOM!!! AND- AND HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DATING YOU?!?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!! HE'S A FUCKING LOW-LIFE PIECE OF SHIT WHO- WHO SHOULD'VE BEEN WIPED FROM THE EARTH LONG AGO!!!"

Her face was so red with anger... I was afraid she might pop a vein.

She huffed and puffed like she had just ran a marathon.

But yeah.

There she was.

There was the old Michelle.

The one she had been keeping inside her this whole weekend.

I guess it was dumb for me to think she'd change in just a few days.

She turned her head to me.

She was still fuming, clearly gearing up for a second round of yelling.

By all accounts... this outburst should disqualify her from earning my forgiveness already. She probably knew it and didn't care how much damage she was doing to herself now.

Me dating Janice... After everything else I did to her... That was the straw that broke the camel's back?

What? Was I still too poor for this rich, arrogant family? That what she really thought of me, wasn't it? A mistake she wanted to wipe from existence? A pointless being with no future? Something she just stepped on and never had to think about again?

She waited for me to react.

I just, nonchalantly, bit into the piece of pie that I was still holding.

That seemed to make Michelle even madder.

And the pie was...

It was God awful.

Excellent.

"AND YOU, JACK... HOW DARE YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DID-"

"PTHOOT!!"

...

It felt like time froze on that spot.

...

That piece of pie... it was all over her face now.

The jam, the crust... The spit...

Everything that had just been in my mouth, covered half of her face now.

...

Yeah, that stopped her rant.

Some of the pie was dripping down her jaw... all the way to her cleavage.

Not gonna lie, the sight my proud, vicious, wife looking like that... it was sort of sexy.

She was still frozen with shock, not able to fully comprehend what just happened.

"This pie... is fucking awful. You should be ashamed of yourself. Do better next time."

The words hurt her more than the actual glob of food hitting her face.

She quickly doubled over in pain on top of the apron.

"Ow....ow..." she whined... much more quietly than what her volume had been just a few seconds ago.

"Now, Michelle... I'm going to do something rare. I'm going to be... merciful. I'm going to forgive you for that outburst. It was understandable. This is your own sister after all. But... anything like that again, for any other reason... It's over. For good. I will never, ever forgive you for what you did... And there's nothing you can do to change my mind. Do. You. Understand. Me?"

She looked up... the sudden burst of independence was nowhere to be seen anymore.

She looked like a hurt animal, sorry for whatever it was that had just possessed her body for a few seconds.

Man, these sisters... they sure had fire in their blood.

Fire that I was able to successfully extinguish.

Slowly... There was a small, painful nod.

Yeah. She was coming to her senses now. No point throwing out a weekend's worth of humiliation suffered, just for this.

"Say the words."

"...yes... dear..." she whined... defeatedly. (MICHELLE +5SP) (+76SP)

I looked over to Janice.

I almost forgot she was here.

What had she done during this whole yelling/spitting-episode? Well... basically, she just sat there... speechless.

I mean what else could my little bitch puppy do at this point?

"Now... Since you mentioned it... Yeah, Janice knows I'm fucking other women. But she doesn't care about that. Right, puppy?"

Janice clenched her fist.

"You're right. I don't... care."

That was very easy for her to say.

"Of course you don't. That's because... well, here's the thing, Michelle. My relationship with Janice... it's sort of special. Some might call it even weird, or kinky, but I say... there are a lot of paws-itive sides to this."

With a nimble little tap on my phone... I activated Janice's HEEL-trait.