Playing God

So much sex.

So much just fucking and sex.

Each time I came, it only took a minute for me to get back to fucking again.

I was really growing addicted to this pleasure.

Just having two fully-controlled slaves I could do anything I wanted with.

Anything.

I could order them to spend the next week in my bed just pleasuring me, and they couldn't refuse. No matter how hungry or thirsty they would get... They would eat my cum just nourish themselves.

And I'd be happy to provide.

Not that Gretchen wasn't eating already.

Eating ass.

There she was. No matter how much I drilled into Lana and how many times I came into her, Gretchen was there to make sure our assholes never ran out of moisture.

Her tears dropping on my asscheeks was a nice lubricant as well.

But having a tongue in your ass constantly gets boring too. After cumming into Lana for the fourth time in a row (thank God I still had my pregancy-stopping perk on), it was time for a change of pace.

I ordered both of them to suck my dick again.

Lana was in complete control now. Gretchen was afraid to move her mouth close to hers, and only started nibbling on my tip after Lana gave her the space to do it.

And when it was Lana's time to ride my dick again, she ordered Gretchen to fully lubricate the cock first.

...Not that it needed it at this point, Lana just wanted to order her boss around like the **** she now was.

And then back to fucking again.

The bedroom was nothing but sweat and pheromones floating in the air. Stench of cum and pre-leaked pussyjuice everywhere, all three bodies showing no sign of cooling down.

It probably would have smelled a lot more of pussyjuice if I had allowed either one of the to cum at any point.

Their cheeks and eyes were burning, yearning for that release.

But only I got to experience that fun. Time and time again.

I could see the painful jealousy on their faces each time I moaned in pleasure and nutted over their faces, tits and pussies.

Yet they could never cross that invisible wall.

It was probably a hundred times worse for Lana. Unlike Gretchen, her pussy was now under constant attack from my dick.

The pleading, the whining... She started to look so pathetic that even her victory just a few moments ago was beginning to fade from her memory.

Now she would have probably given that away just to finally release that pleasure inside her.

It was the fifth time that I came inside her... nearly half of which dribbled on Gretchen's face again...

...when she finally couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"P-PLEASE!!" she suddenly cried out, unable to stop the words bursting out. "I'm- I'm sorry, master!! I didn't mean to- but please! Please... Please allow- allow me to C-CUM!!! I- I know I shouldn't be this selfish, but... PLEASE, JUST THIS ONE TIME! PLEASE ALLOW THIS GREEDY CUNT TO CUM!! PLEASE MASTER!!! PLEASE!!! I NEED ITT!!! PLEAAAASEEE!!! I'M SORRY FOR BEING A GREEDY BITCH, BUT PLEASE!!! PLEASE MASTER PLEEEEASEEEEE!!!"

I looked at her outburst disapprovingly, but at this point... she was too mentally distraught to notice or care. She had to say it.

"Oh?" I spoke, calmly. "Then I assume you've already used up the reward orgasms I gave you and Anna-Marie?"

A deep shame fell on her face.

"N-no, master," she said in a tiny, defeated voice.

"Wow. Then... you are in fact a greedy cunt," I said, as I pulled out of her pussy authoritatively, casually flopping my semi-erect cock on Gretchen's face. She began licking it immediately, like a good lapdog. "You know, just for that... I'm changing the rules for your current reward orgasms. I could just take them away... But I'm feeling generous because of your performance today."

Lana realized she just fucked up big time, and quickly jumped on the floor. She bowed in front of me so fast, I was afraid she might hurt herself. "Thank you, master! Thank you thank you thank you! I'm sorry for my greediness! I'm a stupid bitch! Thank you for letting me keep them! Thank you!"

"Oh... not them. Just 'it'. You only have one reward-orgasm left. And until you use it... there will be no new orgasms for you. Ever."

Her exhilaration died down a bit.

"And to achieve it... You will need to have continuous lesbian sex with Anna-Marie... for six hours. Straight."

I think I heard her gag just a little bit.

Huh. Weird. Lesbian stuff was an oddly big roadblock for her. Even at this point.

Probably the only reason neither of them had taken up my generous gift yet.

But she nodded silently.

"Anna-Marie gets to keep her rewards. And she will probably have her orgasms long before you reach yours. So yeah. You'd better hope she's willing to play along with your needs."

Lana slowly, but a little more confidently... raised her head to me.

"But... master... I... I don't mean to be... presumptuous, but... n-now that... that you have m-made me... the f-first among your harem... Can't I just... order her to... do what I want? ...I mean, what you want, master?"

What a slip there, Lana.

Even at +100... She still thought about her own needs this much.

I guess that pledge she gave wasn't a full-on transformation.

Might be something to do with the wording?

I was already having second thoughts about her new position.

"Oh yeah. I guess I need to explain some ground rules to you," I said as Gretchen's soft slurping of my cock filled the room.

"First of all... This should be obvious, but your will doesn't supersede mine. Your will should be my will, unless the pledge you made earlier was a lie or something."

"No! NO! No, master, absolutely not, your will-"

"Yeah yeah, shut up. Believe it or not, I have a pretty high reason to believe you won't ever betray me." Well... Unless the app stopped working or something. "Second... That position... It's absolutely not etched in stone. I can take it from you. At any time I want, for any reason I want... and give it to someone else." I could feel Gretchen's tongue stopping it's lapping motion for just one second, as she listened to my words. Then, very predictably, her sucking turned a lot more adoring and methodical, as she felt hope for her future again.

Lana didn't look too happy, but she had to know this was a possibility.

"You need to prove that you deserve the position... Every hour. Every day. Never take it for granted," I said.

Once again, Lana bowed so hard her face squished against the floor. "Yes master! Thank you master! I'm sorry master!" she shouted, almost sounding like some crazy religious devotee.

"And the final thing... Yes. You can order my harem around. As long as it doesn't conflict with anything I'm doing or my other orders. But... yeah. The harem will obey your orders."

A small, devious smile appeared on Lana's face again.

"There's more. Until a bitch is collared like you two both currently are... A bitch is not an official member of my harem. Therefore... No, you cannot order Anna-Marie to do anything. Not yet."

I pulled Gretchen's face off my cock. Her plump lips still wet with saliva and my cum.

Her face was mess. A disaster. Every type of bodily fluid adorned it. She was completely out of breath for using her mouth on nearly everything the last hour.

"But... you can absolutely order Gretchie-pet here to do anything," I said, looking sadistically into Gretchen's eyes as the information hit her. "Gretchie, from now on, I order you to obey every order Lana gives you. As long as it doesn't conflict with any order I've given you previously."

Gretchen was just gasping for breath, not able to argue back, not able to fully fathom the severity of her new situation.

Lana bit her lip, trying foolishly to hide her excitement.

"Go ahead. Try it," I told Lana, and turned Gretchen's body towards her.

They stared at each for a few painful seconds.

Painful for Gretchen, anyways.

Lana was reveling in the multitude of her options.

...I wanted to see how depraved she would get. Spitting my cum into Gretchen's mouth was already a shit-ton more I expected her to do tonight.

"Okay... Gretchen... answer me truthfully," Lana started. "...How does my pay compare to other writers?"

...

...seriously?

...she still cares about something like that?

Everything she owns is already pledged to me, why would- oh.

It's not about money. It's about her stupid fucking pride.

Part of me wanted to smack her tits for asking something so fucking vain.

"...I- Well, I..." Gretchen stuttered.

I think she was finding out that she couldn't refuse Lana's order, no matter how hard she tried. Because it was my order to follow her orders. She was compelled to oblige.

"The pay... it's, well it's complicated..."

"Answer the fucking question," Lana ordered, a little more aggressive this time.

"ngh... You're getting the... minimum industry standard... b-but-"

"But what?"

"...we... we pay the... the other writers more... I'm... I'm sorry, Lana... really...", Gretchen whined, sounding truly apologetic.

Lana wasn't smiling anymore. "I fucking knew it. Why? And don't hold any part of the answer back."

"ngh... because... because of your... prolific tendencies... You... Oh God... You're forcing me to say this. You... I know your type. People like you are workhorses. You're on an endless hunt for validation. People like you... do more for less. I could have even dropped your pay and it wouldn't have stopped you. The only thing you needed... was that I made you feel like you were the best writer on the team. So... Yeah. Maybe it's not the 'nice' thing to do. Maybe it's not correct. But I had to handle the magazine budget, among all my other job descriptions. I could pay you less by manipulating you... So I did." Gretchen blurted out. She realized quickly all of that was too blunt. "I- I'm sorry, Lana, I... it was all- look, I'm just really sorry, okay? I... I had to do what I had to do!"

I sighed at the pointlessness of our magazine budget politics. A month ago, maybe this would have been interesting to me. Now that I already owned both of them and everything they made... I didn't care.

Lana eyed Gretchen with a pondering look... that was hard to interpret.

Then she looked up at me.

"Thank you, master."

Seriously? She was done?

"You can give her another order, if you want to."

"I think... I'd prefer to leave that for later, master."

I looked slightly annoyed, which she picked up fast. "U-unless, of course, master... Y-You'd prefer me to... do things to her... now?"

Gretchen's small little yelp signaled me she definitely didn't like the sound of that.

I thought about it for a little while.

Fuck it. I was all fucked out anyways. My day of romping was finally getting to me. Any kind of fun lesbian show between them would have gone to waste at this point.

Maybe a delayed gratification was in order.

"Are you... perhaps planning something already?" I asked.

"...Yes I am, master," she answered with that sly smile of hers.

"Will I get to see it at some point?"

"Definitely, master."

"Then fine. Do it when you think it's best."

"Thank you, master," she said bowing her face on the floor again.

I looked at my completely flaccid, shriveled up cock.

There were puddles of cum everywhere in the room. On their bodies, on the bed, some even on walls.

Yeah... It was time to end it for the evening.

I was ready to just get to bed, but there were still several important things I needed to do.

First of all...

"Okay. Both of you stand up, stand next to each other and stay quiet for a while."

Both women stood up silently, and found a spot in the middle of the room where they could just stand.

Like my naked little tin soldiers.

I could see their brains being active, their eyes still darting everywhere... But they made no effort not to move more muscles than that. And they kept their lips sealed.

That's what I wanted from my plus one hundreds. Just blind obedience.

I could do anything with them.

Anything.

I picked up my phone.

It was time to actually go through Lana's unlocked stuff.

The room was relaxingly quiet... except for the muffled whining outside the bedroom door.

What was that?

Michelle?

But...

Oh. Oh I think... Did Gretchen throw her out of the room... And not remove the tapes around her?

Did she still have her panties in her mouth?

...Yeah, of course she did. I didn't give orders to remove them, obviously she just threw her out like that.

And now she was lying helplessly on the hallway floor.

Fine. Let her be like that.

I'll free her before going to sleep.

But, anyways... the app.

Alright. Lana's relationship scalers are now available.

Let's see what they currently are...

RELATIONSHIP EDITOR

WITH

LANA DOUGLAS

Hate/Love = +69

Indifference/Obsession = +56

Sexual Repulsion/Sexual Attraction= +66

Belittle/Worship= +25

Repressed/Liberated= +33

User is: Master, owner, lover, boss

Very well, very well... Her data was about what I expected. Not that much different from Gretchen's, when I got first access to hers.

Probably the biggest difference was that Lana felt a lot more liberated with me than Gretchen did back then. That wasn't a surprise either... she had unleashed a big part of her darker side this evening already.

But then again... it was only at +33. Which meant she could get a lot, a lot more raunchier...

As well as she should.

I didn't need to fiddle with any of these values at this time. I had nothing special planned for her, and in that case, I always preferred keeping things natural.

As for the transformation tab...

Let's see. She was quite a looker already.

But, who'd say no to bigger tits and bigger ass?

I wanted to give her the basic Gretchen-makeover. Her tits should grow to at least an E-cup... and her ass... well, it was fairly thick already... Just a teensy bit thicker then.

Oh yeah. The lips. I loved them pornstar-like cocksucking collagen-filled lips.

There. And done.

And no, I didn't want to spend points to make these transformations seem natural to anyone. Everyone should notice the change. That's the way I liked it.

The timer said... 10 hours. Okay, cool. I'll probably see the difference tomorrow.

"Feeling any tickling in your tits yet, Lana?" I asked with a smirk.

She didn't answer, or move her head.

Which made her eyes look more panicked. As if she wanted to answer the question... But really couldn't.

Hmm. My previous order about standing up and being quiet was still in place. This was just a question. I didn't order her to answer it. So... I guess that's why the previous order superseded her need to answer this one.

Fine. It was more of a rhetorical question anyways.

But...

There was something I had been meaning to test out anyways.

And this was a good opportunity for that.

They were both plus-hundreds... So I'd know the answer for sure.

"Gretchen. I order you to fall asleep. Standing up. And immediately. Lana. I order you to jump, from that spot, so high that your head hits the ceiling. Go."

What followed was a somewhat comical scene. Gretchen threw her head back and closed her eyes. Lana took several, several painful and athletic tries to get her head to hit the ceiling. It was still too far away. She put every ounce of her strength into each jump, her tits flopping violently everywhere... and after the 50th jumps, she was already breathing like a marathon runner with sweat dripping from her forehead. She was almost crying and whimpering from still being unable reach it.

"Gretchen. Answer me honestly. Are you asleep now?"

"...ngh... n-no, master, I- I'm sorry, m-master, I'll try-"

"Nevermind. Both of you, stand still and be quiet again."

Lana fell back in to her standing position, breathing and wheezing like a lunatic. Few tears had formed in her eyes. She probably would have apologized, but the order to be quiet superseded that.

Okay. So. Even though I had full control over their decisions... I didn't have the complete control over their bodies and minds. Autonomous parts of the body was still out of my reach. As I suspected, otherwise what would have been the point with the scalers? I could only order them to do things that humans could do. For example, I couldn't order them to forget about the existence of their families or to fall in love with me.

There were perks and scalers for that. Which was nice.

But yeah. Forget about turning them superhuman. That wasn't going to happen.

Now... One more fun thing to check out.

The relationship scaler between Lana... and Gretchen.

I had unlocked this thing weeks ago. And finally... Finally I could see what it was all about.

I checked the current values.

GRETCHEN RIVERS & LANA DOUGLAS

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GRETCHEN's feelings towards LANA

Submission/Dominance = -42

Hate/Love = -76

Jealousy/Comradery = -85

Indifference/Obsession = +5

Sexual Repulsion/Sexual Attraction = -66

Lana is : EMPLOYEE, RIVAL IN LOVE, BOSS

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LANA's feelings towards GRETCHEN

Submission/Dominance = +61

Hate/Love = -70

Jealousy/Comradery = -56

Indifference/Obsession = +7

Sexual Repulsion/Sexual Attraction = -45

Gretchen is : OFFICE BOSS, RIVAL IN LOVE, ****

Hmm... The huge amount of hate and jealousy they had towards each other... It had only grown since I unlocked this.

What was interesting though, was that their submission/dominance had flipped. Weeks ago Gretchen was the dominant one, now it was the complete opposite.

I'm sure this night changed those numbers a lot.

Hah. Lana saw Gretchen as her boss in the office... but as her **** in real life.

I needed to test this thing out.

Should I change love? Jealousy? Make them completely hot and lusty over each other?

Put the hate to full +100 and lust to +100 too? That could be interesting to see.

Just endless hatefucking between them.

Or...

You know, there was one thing I had never checked out.

The text box.

I had this in my personal relationship settings with them too, but...

What happens if I change the value inside there?

I clicked on Gretchen's box. The previous text about being rivals in love and employees disappeared.

Now... I could write what I wanted.

Hmm.

Could I put... anything in there?

Well, this was a test.

Maybe I should just try something crazy?

Just to see if it works?

Hmm...

So why not...

"Mother"?

...

Gretchen as Lana's mom...

They were about the same age, I think Gretchen was only a year or two older...

There's no way this would work... right?

...I hoped I wasn't doing any irrevocable damage to their brains....

...so I wrote the letters...

...and pressed "apply".

A huge notification appeared in the app.

Hello, user!

This is your first time making a significant change to the subject's relationship belief.

Therefore, there are a few important things you should know first.

When making a significant change here, that doesn't correspond with the subject's past, multiple memories will change.

The subject's whole history with the user/other subject will be rewritten.

The sexual history between the two be reset to zero. This is done for the user's convenience, since we believe a significant change like this is always more fun to experience from the beginning.

Other relationship values between the two will also reset to fit the memories.

If the change happens between two subjects, both will have their memories and relationship statuses changed at the same time. If the change happens between the user and the subject, only the subject will have their memories rewritten.

No actual history will change. Nobody but the two subjects involved will have their memories rewritten. They will believe that certain things happened a certain way, even if nobody else does.

The relationship change doesn't have to make logical sense. It can be something that's not physically possible. In that case, the subject will try to ignore the obvious, illogical parts.

If things make too little sense, it's not good for the subject's mental well-being to stay in this state for a long, continuous time. You can reverse the change at any time, returning subject/subjects to the state they were before the change.

That is all. Have fun!

...huh.

I guess... that's fairly... reasonable?

...yeah, fine.

I pressed "apply" again.

A loading bar popped up.

It said "rewriting memories" on it, and it looked like it would take a minute to complete.

I looked at the two.

Both had their eyes rolled up in their heads, so much so that I only saw the whites of their eyes anymore. They were also drooling like complete zombies.

Jesus.

Remind myself to never do this in a public place or something.

Then, finally... It was finished.

Gretchen's textbox said "mother"... and Lana's relationship status towards Gretchen now said "daughter".

Their relationship values... They were a bit different now. There was very little hate between them. Indifference was very neutral... Gretchen was a bit more dominant... The two notable things was that sexual repulsion was near -100 and, for some reason, their jealousy was very high also.

Both of them slowly regained their composure again, clearly very dazed.

Then, their eyes drifted towards each other... Towards their naked bodies...

Both women audibly gasped.

They turned red with embarrassment, and quickly looked away from each other.

...This...

Yeah, according to the app, their sexual relationship should be at zero, so...

Wait, how did they even... how much of this night did they remember? And what things about it?

I had to start asking questions.

"Okay, you two. Answer my questions honestly. Are you... a mother and a daughter?"

"yes, master," they both said with tiny, shy voices.

They eyed each other suspiciously.

It was super obvious they hated being here, naked together with me, in the same room.

"You are? Even though you have different last names? And your ages are only a few years apart?"

"m-master, t-that's because I changed my last name in college, master..." Lana quickly interjected.

"And the age part?" I asked.

"W-what.... W-what do you mean, master?" Lana said with a strange tone, her left eye twitching weirdly.

Gretchen's left eye was starting to twitch too.

Okay, yeah, no need to go there. I didn't want to fry their brains.

"Hm, yeah, you're right. Forget about that," I said. The twitching ceased almost immediately. "So... let me ask both of you this. Have we... ever had a threesome?"

They both shook their heads vigorously, clearly disgusted with the idea.

"Hmm. Then... Nod if I have had one-to-one sex with you at any point."

They both nodded. Which made them glare at each other.

"Hmm. So... Were you both aware, that I was having sex with the other?"

Once again... shy, small nods.

"Huh. Really. Gretchen. How did it make you feel that I was fucking your precious daughter?"

They both blushed deeply about the question. "I, uh, I... Master... You... You know that I... tried to... foolishly stop it, and t-tell you not to touch her... b-but... I was an a-arrogant c- to do so... n-no, it... You can... You're allowed to... I'm just y-your ****, master...."

Those words were really hard for her.

In her mind... Those memories must have felt super real to her.

"Lana, how do you feel about me fucking your mom?"

Lana was starting to look a bit enraged.

"please... just... let her out of this. I... I can please you in a-any way you need to, master... You... you don't need her a-anymore..."

They actually wanted to protect each other. How about that for a change.

There was one more thing I needed to know.

"Okay... so tell me, exactly, how did you end up here? Both of you standing naked in front of me, wearing your **** collars?"

Lana swallowed. "You... You told me to bring her here. And then you... ordered us to get naked."

Hm, okay. I'm guessing the **** rituals must have happened some other time?

If they did at all?

Was Lana even the second-in-command in this alternative universe?

Well, we didn't have the contest, so maybe not?

You know what... All that stuff didn't even matter.

They were a mother and daughter now.

It was weird and super hard to get used to...

But, maybe I could?

Maybe... I could even enjoy this set-up?

But I needed a little bit more lore.

"Both of you... tell me the best memory you have of each other."

They looked very confused, but had **** but to obey.

Gretchen seemed to reach into her new memory bank first.

"When... When Lana was a child... she... she drew such a pretty picture of me. It was the first thing she ever drew, and... and it was impossible not to notice how talented she was. I... I still have it on my fridge."

This time, despite the circumstances, they smiled lovingly at each other.

Lana continued. "I think... After the too many years that I... I rebelled against her... and the moment we finally made up, when she even promised me the writing job at the magazine... I felt like... Like I finally had a home again..."

Now it was getting sappy. Both sniffed like they were on the verge of tears.

Rebelling? Fuck, that's a lot of backstory.

But I didn't need to know more. This was plenty enough.

"Lana... Would you like to suckle on dear mommy's nipple again?"

Their happiness was gone in an instant, as the shock of my question hit them like a gut punch.

"p-please... please, no, please... master, please... I'll do anything for you... please, we don't have to-" Lana babbled in horror, while Gretchen shook her head in fright.

"Suck your mom's tit, Lana."

A real tear fell down Lana's cheek, as she slowly approached her new mother's mammary gland.

I couldn't help it. I was getting super-hard again.

This was probably super-evil to do to them... But hey, it wasn't real, and neither of them would remember it very soon.

Lana looked up at her mother, her lower lip trembling. A tear formed in Gretchen's eye as well, as she gently took a hold of the back of her daughter's head.

Tremblingly, carefully... Guiding Lana's soft lips to her over-sized, soft bosom.

And soon... I could hear a small suckling sound in the room.

As Lana reminded herself what her mother's tit tasted again.

...Wait, what?

Jack, you're too into this fake reality. It wasn't her real mom.

But fuck it. It felt so real.

Man, they were great actors.

It felt so real I wanted to fuck them again.

Like ten more times at least.

Play with them endlessly.

So many delicious possibilities, now that I controlled them completely.

I could just sit here and play God.

...But...

I really... Really needed to do other things.

I can't fall into endless, hedonistic pleasure.

It wasn't the time. Not yet.

...or...

Maybe... I could?

Maybe in some... other universe?