No (dark path very gruesome 18+)

Destiny couldn't stand her boss, Mark. He was one of those arrogant and chauvinistic types who thought he knew how to run a company but really only cared about his own ego.

Using the remote, she delved into his past and found out that he had been fired from multiple jobs before landing this position - a fact he had kept hidden from everyone at the office. She also found out that Mark was cheating on his wife with another coworker.

Filled with rage, Destiny turned her focus onto him and used the remote to make him obedient to her every command. She made him fire all of his favorite employees within seconds of each other as punishment for scrutinizing her work too closely in front of others during meetings. With each press of a button, Mark's sanity seemed to slip away until he became nothing more than a puppet controlled by Destiny’s whims.

But it wasn’t enough she wanted more control over him, more sadistic enjoyment in breaking him down completely. Her hatred for this man led her to enact terrible **** upon both himself and the woman whom he cheated on his wife with. She used the remote again forcing them both into various sexual acts so depraved that even some hardened porn stars might consider unimaginable.Alongside intensified humiliation fetish ,sedated ‘subjects’ staggered towards point no return and ounce lost perception until pain started creeping in.The world now sharpening unnaturally while ears screeched filling silence night usual birdsongs.**** cries fell upon deaf ears.

Destiny forcing Mark to drive her to his house her sadistic desires had reached unprecedented levels as she smirked with pleasure at the sight of Mark being **** to have sex with his own mother in front of his horrified wife. Her thirst for control and domination had blinded her to any sense of morality or empathy, pushing her even further into a dark place. The scene was almost surreal, with Destiny manipulating the remote like it was second nature and commanding Mark's every move. She watched as he complied without any hesitation, completely lost in a haze of submission. As they finished, Destiny took control once again and made them both eat each other out until orgasmic moans filled the room.

To finish off the night, she ordered Mark to slit his own throat while she watched with glee before making his wife do the same. In that moment, Destiny knew that there was no turning back from what she had become - a twisted monster who thrived on causing pain and suffering. With a newfound power over reality itself, nothing would be able to stand in her way as long as she held onto this dangerous device.

Destiny could see the fear and terror in Mark’s mother Crystal's eyes as she approached her, relishing in the power that she held over her. “Why are you doing this?” Crystal pleaded, tears streaming down her face. But Destiny did not answer - instead, she grabbed hold of Crystal's hair tightly and **** her to look up at her with a sneer on her face. “You know why..” Destiny hissed. “Because I can!” She released Crystal with a smirk before turning away from her, feeling exhilarated by the power that she wielded. Nothing would stand in her way now - nothing except for maybe, herself? A tiny shred of doubt crept into Destiny's mind. Was it really worth it? All of this pain and suffering just for petty ****? But then she shook it off quickly, reminding herself that there was no going back now.

The remote had become an extension of herself - a tool to create chaos wherever she pleased. And who wouldn't want that kind of power? With one final glance at the destroyed remnants of Mark's family lying on the ground behind them, Destiny marched confidently out of the room with a newfound sense of purpose. It was time to take control once again and wreak havoc upon anyone who dared to cross her path.

As Destiny approached her father's house, she could feel the tension building inside of her. She had always despised him for his delusions and abusiveness, but now was the time to take back control. With a few quick clicks on the remote, she felt herself growing more muscular and even tougher than before. And to add insult to injury, she also temporarily gave herself a giant horse's cock - something that would truly terrify any man who stood in her way. With newfound strength pulsing through her veins, Destiny kicked down the door with ease and strode inside like a conqueror. Her father cowered in fear at the sight of her towering over him like an unstoppable **** of nature. Without saying a word, she grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet with one hand. “Well,well, well..” Destiny sneered as he struggled for air beneath her grip. “Looks like someone forgot who's really in charge!”

With one swift motion, she flung him across the room like he was nothing more than a rag doll. As he lay there writhing on ground in agony, Destiny loomed menacingly above him - relishing every second of his torment. But then again…was this really what she wanted? To just hurt others because they had hurt her? The doubts crept back into her mind once again as she looked down at the broken figure lying before her. And yet…the power coursing through every inch of her body felt too good to give any thought to the feelings of others.

With a wicked grin on her face, Destiny decided to give into the intoxicating power that she held. She clicked the remote once more and felt herself growing even stronger and more muscular - towering above her father like a god among men. With one hand, she grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head up to meet her gaze. “You know what I want!” Destiny growled in a low voice. “You know why I'm here!” Her father cowered before her, but there was something different in his eyes now - a glimmer of something almost akin to…admiration? But it didn't matter if her father was a sick fuck. What mattered was that he feared her now - just as he had always made her fear him. Destiny took hold of his frail body with ease, lifting him effortlessly onto his feet before slamming him back down onto the ground again with bone-crunching ****. As he screamed out in agony beneath her weight, she reveled in this newfound sense of domination over someone who had caused her so much pain. But deep down inside, there was still a part of Destiny that knew this wasn't right…that this kind of cruelty wasn't going to make things better or change the past. And yet, for now at least the power coursing through every inch of her body felt too good not to indulge in just a little bit longer. Destiny grew enraged by her own emotions. With a click of the remote, Destiny tried to remove her own guilt. She wanted to enjoy this power and control without any nagging doubts or moral dilemmas tearing her apart. But as she pressed the button, nothing happened - no change in her psyche or inner turmoil. Maybe it wasn't that easy after all…maybe she couldn't just erase the consequences of her actions like they were never there. As she looked down at her father's broken form beneath her, she suddenly felt a wave of immense sadness wash over her - not for him, but for herself and everything else that had led up to this moment. Was this really what she wanted? To be defined by **** and domination? Hadn't there been something more to life than just lashing out at those who hurt us? With a heavy heart, Destiny stepped away from him and walked towards the door…uncertain of what lay ahead but knowing that it was time to leave all these old demons behind. The remote then fired a delayed blast at her…

As Destiny stepped out of the room with her remote in hand , something strange started to happen within her mind. It was as if a switch had been flipped - all those feelings of guilt and sadness were suddenly gone, replaced with a cold sense of detachment from everything around her. At first she didn't think anything of it as she circled back to the severely injured man. After all, hadn't she wanted to be free from all that emotional baggage? But soon enough, it became clear that this was more than just a simple removal of remorse. Destiny found herself growing increasingly callous towards others - coworkers who used to irritate her now seemed like mere insects to swat away without a second thought. And the remote…oh, how it thrilled her now in ways she never expected. The power and control it granted filled her with an ecstatic rush every time she clicked its buttons and watched reality twist at her whim. Glancing at her father with an evil glare she used her immense strength to rip the middle aged man’s head off his body with her bare hands not caring who he was supposed to be to her and strolled away from his destroyed house bloody as she clicked the remote and reverted back to her old form. For in truth, there was nothing left inside her but an insatiable hunger for dominance and destruction.

The next day

With great ease, Destiny used the remote to manipulate reality and swiftly climbed the corporate ladder within her company. Her former superiors were now subservient to her every whim as she relished in the thrill of their obedience. It wasn't enough though she wanted more power, more control over people's lives. One by one over the next few weeks, other companies fell under her ruthless rule until she was CEO of a massive conglomerate that had its fingers in nearly every industry. And yet, it still wasn't enough for Destiny. She hungered for something deeper - a sense of satisfaction that came not from wealth or power but from pure dominance over those around her.

She began holding secret meetings with like-minded individuals who shared her desire to subjugate all under them. Together they plotted ways to expand their reach even further, using any means necessary no matter how violent or depraved. And through it all, Destiny never once felt a twinge of remorse or guilt for what she was doing for there was nothing left inside her but an endless abyss that consumed all in its path without mercy or hesitation.

A few days later

Destiny couldn't help but grin as she looked at her reflection of her in her custom made bathrobe in the mirror of her luxurious mega yacht. The boat was helmed by a small army of submissive dick girls, all eager to please their mistress with every possible desire or whim. Destiny had hired them herself - carefully selecting each one for their willingness to submit completely to her every command. As she sauntered around the spacious deck, admiring the gleaming furnishings and state-of-the-art technology that filled every nook and cranny, Destiny felt an almost primal sense of satisfaction wash over her. This was what true power felt like - absolute dominance over not just people but possessions as well. She reached for a glass of expensive champagne, taking a sip before setting it down on a nearby table where one of her subordinates quickly snatched it up without question. Destiny gave a little laugh as she watched them hurry off to do some other task…it was almost too easy. But even in the midst of all this opulence and luxury, there was still something missing from Destiny's life, something that would finally satiate that dark hunger inside her once and for all.

Destiny looked down at her own body with a sense of pride and lust. She knew that she was not conventionally beautiful - her height and weight made her stand out in a crowd, but it also gave her a certain power over others. Her bountiful curves, large breasts, and strong thighs were all symbols of the sheer **** of will that had brought her to this point in life. As she traced a finger down the curve of one breast, Desire felt herself grow even more aroused by the thought of how much control she held over everyone around her. All those years spent struggling to make ends meet while watching others enjoy their wealth and success…now it was finally time for Destiny Rochelle Nash to take what was hers and no one would be able to stop her from getting exactly what she wanted.

Destiny motioned for one of her Japanese dick girls to come over, the one with the stereotypical accent and a propensity for being slutty. As she approached, bowing deeply in deference to her mistress, Destiny ran a hand through the girl's hair possessively. “You know what I want” she purred, pulling the girl closer until their bodies were pressed together tightly. The scent of cheap perfume and sweat filled her nostrils as they kissed hungrily,and Destiny let out a low moan of pleasure as she felt the other woman grind against her thigh.But it wasn't enough - not yet.She pushed the dick girl down onto all fours on the deck, admiring how easily she submitted without question or hesitation. Without ceremony or warning,Destiny reached between her legs and roughly began fingering her **** until she was crying out in ecstasy but never dared to disobey as lust consumed them both fully,the winds grew stronger around them. Whatever lay ahead would only add fuel to Destinys fire.The possibilities made hers desires grow more ferocious by each passing moment. As Destiny and her Japanese dick girl continued their passionate encounter, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. In walked a powerful black female bodybuilder dressed in an extravagant robe, with a champagne glass in one hand that she was drinking from. You've been using my remote without permission, the woman slurred, clearly drunk off of Destiny's expensive champagne. “I demand to know what you're doing.” Destiny stood up defiantly, not intimidated by the intoxicated interloper. “I don't answer to you” she spat. “This is my world now, and I'll do whatever I want.” The wizard laughed mockingly before transforming into a towering dragon hovering above them on leathery wings. From its maw came flames so hot that even Destiny's lustful ardor had no place anymore. “All right then!” the dragon said ominously. “You want power? Let's see how much you can handle.” Without waiting for an answer,the dragon swooped down upon her and seized her torso in its sharp talons.

Destiny fought back with all her might, struggling against the dragon's grip and trying to find a way out. In a moment of desperation, she remembered the remote in her pocket and quickly pressed the only button on it that seemed to make sense - draining all of the wizard's power. Suddenly, everything went still the wind stopped blowing,the waves ceased their churning,and even Destiny's own heart seemed to slow down for just a moment. When she opened her eyes again,she found herself standing alone on an empty British beach under an ominous sky.The dragon was nowhere to be seen,but something else stirred beneath her feet,a subtle rumble deep within ground itself. As she took another step forward,wondering what kind of chaos she had unleashed upon this world,she realized too late that things would never be same again. But to her surprise, the once powerful dragon had been reduced to a tiny whiny winged lizard wriggling in her hand as she picked it up. Destiny couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it. How could something so small have caused so much trouble? she wondered aloud as she turned it over in her fingers. But then again, wasn't that what life was all about - small things causing big changes? With a smirk on her lips and a newfound sense of power, Destiny crushed the lizard underfoot without hesitation.Licking her lips,she savored the feeling of domination and control coursing through her veins.She knew that this was just the beginning,and that there were infinite possibilities waiting for someone strong enough to seize them.Investments,political influence,governmental agencies – nothing was out of reach now.Her past life seemed like such an insignificant speck in comparison,but one thing was certain: She could never go back.Satisfied with herself,she let out a menacing laugh that echoed across the empty beach.Few would dare cross paths with Destiny Rochelle Nash ever again.

About nine months later-

With the power of the remote and her newfound determination Destiny quickly rose to become a ruthless dictator of England. Her iron fist and intimidating demeanor kept all who opposed her silent, while her brutal tactics in dealing with dissenters solidified her rule. And soon enough, she set her sights on bigger conquests - France and Germany. The war was bloody and unforgiving, but Destiny led from the front lines luckily making the remote indestructible as she had to use it to keep her from dying several times , personally killing enemy soldiers as she pushed forward with an unwavering determination. With each victory came more territory under her control, until finally she stood atop the ashes of two fallen nations as their new ruler. It wasn't long before other countries began to bend to Destiny's will as well, either through diplomacy or ****. She became known throughout the world as a fearsome figure who brooked no opposition - one whose mere mention would send shivers down the spine of even hardened leaders. But with great power came great hubris, and eventually even those close to Destiny began whispering about how far she had strayed from anything resembling humanity. Destiny liked this and used it to her advantage.

Despite the warnings of her advisors and the dissenting voices of foreign leaders, Destiny continued to push forward with her plans for world domination. She made herself superhuman - stronger, faster, and more agile than any ordinary human could ever hope to be. And just to rub salt in the wound of those who opposed her,she declared herself immortal and forever beautiful as she underwent genetic modifications that enhanced not only her physical abilities but also altered her appearance. As news spread about Destiny's grandiose transformation, international tensions reached an all-time high.

Even President Biden himself spoke out against the mad queen who had usurped power from democratically elected governments across Europe. But even as protests erupted worldwide and armies mobilized against her, Destiny remained eerily calm.This was what she had always wanted, after all - absolute control over every aspect of humanity's existence. As word spread throughout London that their leader had become something beyond human comprehension,a hushed reverence took hold among those still loyal to her cause.Anyone who dared speak out against Queen Nash now risked incurring wrath worse than previously imaginable,because at this point no one knew exactly what they were dealing with or how far gone Destiny truly was. In her royal palace Destiny masturbated to herself. Destiny's moment of self-admiration was cut short by the sound of explosions in the distance. She could feel her entire being reverberate with each impact, and for a moment she was frozen in shock. But as soon as the first wave of missiles hit, Destiny sprang into action. She quickly activated the remote and started tweaking her genetics once again - this time focusing on enhancing her defensive capabilities to withstand shockwaves of 343 meters per second, radiation, blunt **** from debris and atomic fire among other things. The ground shook beneath her feet as more bombs rained down from above,but to Destiny it was little more than white noise now - she had become all but invincible thanks to the modifications she'd made to herself. Still struggling to process what was happening around her, Destiny retrieved a compact mirror from inside one of her pockets and held it out at arm's length so that she could see herself better.She smiled slyly at how impossibly beautiful she looked now - no longer bound by mortal constraints.And then just as suddenly as they had begun,the bombings finally ceased and there came an eerie silence across London. Destiny couldn't help but wonder-who on earth would dare launch such a brazen attack against their queen?Was it a foreign power seeking **** for past grievances or were they simply afraid of what might happen if someone like her (a godlike figure) managed to go unchecked? Either way,she knew that whoever had done it was about to face raw power beyond what any human had ever seen.

About 4 days later-

After launching a lengthy and thorough investigation into the nuclear bombings Destiny discovered it was Russia who had attacked. Destiny furious teleported the president of Russia and his generals before her stripped bare, Destiny couldn't help but feel a thrill at their terrified, naked forms. She had always found pleasure in exerting her dominance over those who thought they were powerful, and these men were no exception. They trembled before her like ants beneath an elephant's foot - so small and insignificant compared to the might that she wielded. She stared at them for a moment longer, savoring their fear. And then abruptly, she spoke: “You dare to challenge my rule? You think you can take me down with your pitiful weapons?” Her voice was low and menacing, yet singsong- honey-sweet with a trace of venom lurking just below the surface. “Well,I'll tell you what.You will recant your threats against England or face complete annihilation.” The Russian President hesitated for only a fraction of a second, before he nodded vigorously, sweat dripping profusely from every inch of his body. You are wise not to test me, said Destiny slowly, drawing out each word for effect. “Because if you do…you won't live long enough to regret it.” With that,she fused with her remote in an Akira like fashion in front of them no longer needing it to store her power and flicked her wrist,and all three men vanished into thin air.She savored the feeling of power coursing through her veins as she reveled in yet another display of utter dominance.

With a flick of her wrist, Destiny restored the nuked areas and dead people of England, Germany, and France - but she did so in her demented, corrupt vision. She twisted reality to suit her every desire, making everything larger than life yet somehow more grotesque too. Planes flew overhead with massive wingspans that blotted out the sun rivers ran thick with blood and semen instead of water buildings towered so high that they dwarfed even the skyscrapers of New York City. In this new world order controlled by Destiny's remote, humans were no longer just fragile little beings scurrying about meekly on their tiny legs. They had become deformed hyper sexual monstrosities that preyed upon one another for survival society had all but broken down into a rabid free-for-all where **** and cannibalism were commonplace.

But none of those things mattered to Destiny anymore - not after seeing what true power looked like. She reveled in every depraved whim that crossed her mind now since they all paled in comparison to the sheer dominant **** she wielded over everyone else. And deep down inside herself,she knew there was no going back now.She would rule as a goddess over all humanity for eternity.

That night, as Destiny gave her national address, she felt herself changing - but that only made the thrill of power more intense. Her muscles bulged and throbbed as they grew with each passing second, fueled by a potent implant dispersing an ambrosia god cocktail of magic testosterone, HGH and steroids coursing through her veins. The changes were gradual at first, starting subtly in her voice - but before long she could feel her body growing larger, stronger,a relentless bull charging forth to conquer all that lay ahead. With every word spoken during her speech,she became more audacious and brazen about ruling over the deformed underlings—who now lived solely for serving their mistress. They hung on every word that spilled from her lips like it was gospel truth,and cheered wildly when she denounced Russia for daring to cross the line against her. “You weaklings shouldn't even try, she roared into the microphone. I am your goddess now.There is no escape from my wrath!” But there was something in Destiny's eyes which reflected a dark and twisted desire. As if everything around her had become mere objects waiting to be used puppets awaiting orders.Her soulless gaze penetrated deep within these new subjects making them tremble knowing full well what evils lurked behind those icy-blue eyes.

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