New Security Order

I considered all the options. I wanted the last two. Badly. Which wasn’t a good sign. Frannie was one thing, but letting myself get sucked too far down that road seemed dangerous. I was stepping pretty close to the edge as it was…and having that tool…I’d eventually use it.

Besides, I had an actual reason I might know security shit and I’d like to know how this damn ‘knowledge’ upgrade it was pushing from every angle worked. I made my choice and I'd live with it...

My mind filled with knowledge about the security systems and layout of Arkham. I thought about it for a moment, but genuinely couldn’t see any obvious ways to improve it, given the resources we had.

I knew how their background check works, the outdated security systems, every piece of equipment. And I knew stuff I’d forgotten, police procedure stuff, burned into my brain, so it would always be at my fingertips…that was useful. And terrifying. More than that, looking around the room, I knew how to use every single restraint, knew how to wrap the ropes so she would be helpless, but uninjured.

I smiled down at her. “You know you can never get out from under me.”

It was an order, she nodded slowly as the words sank into her mind.

“You will never try to kill me, escape, or retrieve your **** materials.”

Again, she nodded slowly.

“You will never **** anyone, ever again.”

She nodded, more quickly this time.

“You will do everything I say from now on, but you will never let anyone learn that you’re my little bitch rapetoy.”

This time her nodding was eager.

“I’m not a monster, so I’ll let you keep your little kink, you can try to resist when I claim you, but you know that you’ll never, ever succeed and you will never, ever actually hurt me.”

Her nodding was so eager her hair kept flipping over her face.

“Good,” I unchained her, “Now, go put those guns away and get me a beer,” I slapped her on the ass, and looked unconcerned as she went over to the guns on shaky legs. I was prepared to yell parley if she tried anything, but instead she just put the guns back and walked out.

I followed her casually, recording as she went and fetched me a beer, naked, my cum leaking from her ass and cunt. I looked at her coldly, “You can play your little games, but if I call you ‘good girl’ you’ll need to be a good girl, until I call you rapetoy again.”

She nodded.

“No other changes to your personality, or major behavior patterns unless I start that with ‘Override, Override, Override.’ Understand?”

“You have some sort of power…don’t you?”

“No. You won’t ever think or say anything like that ever again.”

She shuddered, her mind fighting the order.

Then I lunged forward and slammed my cock into her leaking ass again, hard and fast, giving her no time to think, she tried to struggle, pushing back, but all that did was make it easier to fuck her ass as it tried to recover from the pounding I’d just given her, until I unloaded inside her triggering her orgasm, despite her body’s announcements that it couldn’t keep cumming, it was too sensitive, too sore…

Her muscles milked my cock, despite the pain she had to be in as her legs trembled and collapsed and she spoke her next secret…which was the last fucking thing I was expecting.