No, get viscous sexual on Jake

"She made me do it!" yells Jake. "I didn't want to hurt you! I was, I was, I was compelled! Yeah, compelled!"

"You know what's nice about having absolute power, Jake? Nobody can ever lie to me. I can see inside your head that Miranda didn't change your personality at all. She even read your thoughts to know you wanted a baseball bat to hit me with. You were going to beat the crap out of me, just like you always have."

Jake's face shrivels up in hate. "You've always deserved it, you little ass licker!"

"Shut up, Jake."

Jake tries to yell, but nothing comes out.

"I mean that permanently, by the way. Your vocal cords are broken, you'll never speak again. Hmm, it's going to be kind of hard to get a job without being able to talk. Just to show you I'm a nice guy, I'll give you a position here in my palace."

You snap your fingers and a door on the wall behind your throne appears. Out walk two dozen of the most beautiful women in the world. Brunettes, blondes, redheads, Asians, Arabs, and every other type of girl all line up, a rainbow of super curvy dream girls.

You get up off the throne and inspect the girls, then turn back to Jake. "You can be in charge of amusing my Harem when I'm not using them."

Jake's eyes bug out as he smiles like a loon.

"Oh course, that probably won't be much fun for you, since you're permanently impotent."

Jake's clothes disappear, revealing a limp penis so tiny, it would have looked limp even if he could get it hard. Jake freaks, trying to scream even though no sound comes out, trying to get up but he can't because you stuck him to the ground. The harem girls all point at his tiny, useless cock and giggle.

"You can still get horny, and around these girls that will probably happen all the time, but you'll never be able to do anything about it. That's probably going to be pretty frustrating, isn't it Jake? But hey, at least you can arouse them sexually. Girls like a big, strong guy like you. Oh wait, you're not big and strong, are you?"

All Jake's muscles disappear. He turns into a scrawny wimp, more pathetic than the weakest kid he ever duck taped to the underside of the bleachers after football practice.

"Well, you'd better get to work," you say. "The girls are getting horny and you need to satisfy them. Of course, since your fingers are extra week and your tongue is atrophied, they're not going to be much more use than that pathetic cock of yours."

Jake lurches to his feet as you suddenly release him from the ground. The harem girls grab him and drag him to their room. Jake tries to resist, but they easily overpower him.

You wave goodbye. "Enjoy your life of sexual frustration, Jake! I'll come by in a little while to satisfy the girls in ways you never can!"

The girls giggle as the drag the struggling former bully away. The door to the harem room slams shuts.

"Now," you say, turning to Miranda. "Your turn."