Introducing a New Kind of Competition

The awareness switches for anyone besides Leona stay off for all her perks, but that leaves me hovering my cursor over her awareness. After a moment’s hesitation, all her Butt Masochist purchases get switched to "AWARE" along with her Sensitive Tongue and the hotkeys for bending over and wardrobe malfunctions; her struggle to rationalize these changes might be useful and entertaining if she can’t figure out it’s me. I still want to be able to call her to me without her realizing it's against her will, though, and there's no benefit to making her question her newly-hairless torso and limbs; I leave her awareness off for those features.

But the real hesitation finds me as I flick the joystick and hover over the Absolute Competition Syndrome buttons. If I have to outline the total effect of them as a game Leona must play, presuming I turned her awareness on for all of her "ACS" customizations, I guess it would be:

1. Leona cannot refuse any competition from me and she knows it.
2. Other people treat my competitions as fair and acceptable, even if she knows they aren't.
3. She becomes more submissive every time I beat her at a competition and she can’t resist.

It would come off as a mean game at first… but hopefully all her anal perks make pleasuring her so fast and simple that she sees a silver lining to it. Only time would tell if she takes it in stride… or ultimately only takes it once she’s as submissive as Ms. Lia.

I tap the "summon" button as I unlock my front door and proceed to dash up my stairs. Her feet will help her find her way to me, so now I just need to be ready for her in an appropriate setting... in this case, I think, that has to be my mother's bedroom where all her freshly-cleaned towels await in a pile.

With a grin I start tapping a rough script to follow into my phone. Leona probably got a fair distance away, but I'll only have a minute or two if she jogs right back. Still, the “competition” to protect me has to be elaborate enough to survive, I reckon, and as for the sexual competition… well…

4:13 P.M.

Leona's route was one she chose for distance, if not familiarity. She knew when she started that there'd be some significant wandering, but between her phone and the friendliness of the neighborhood (occasional racist old passerby aside), she knew she'd find her way home. This permitted her a less conservative outfit for her jog, and the rush of air on her bared skin makes the slight embarrassment of a visible sports bra melt away. Her basketball trunks—definitely not due at any home game this week now—make her feel right at home as she burns through her cardio regiment.

What she wasn't counting on was where her feet are now taking her: a quick loop from the turn at the corner of the sidewalk and right back in the direction she came from. She doesn't question it at first, even though she's pretty sure she was on the right path to start jogging to her own condominium complex. Mom would be waiting with a glorious meal for her #1 athlete and, most likely, a few derisive comments about Leona's dad in Georgia. Normally Leona would change the subject to her teammates, but without school she only got to see them on their ad hoc 1-on-1 games on a public court. Maybe she could fake interest in some schoolboy? That’d cause a riot, for sure.

The subject was never "boys" or academia, of course: Leona scared most boys away with her impressively muscled, 6'3" physique, her shapely assets notwithstanding, and academics have become a new sore spot for the athlete. Leona curses herself as she begins slowing her jog to enter the path into a stranger's house. Her grades were fine, A's with just two B's, but that damn recruiter made it seem like "laziness" just because she didn't sign up for AP courses.

I bet none of the varsity boys had to deal with that bullshit, she derisively theorizes as she opens the knob to the foreign house-

Wait what? Her mind briefly recoils but... this was normal. This is normal, and so she continues inward, closing the door politely behind her as she quietly takes her shoes off and proceeds in socks on her way up the stairs. Every time her mind tries to question her purpose here, she dismisses that silly, idle thought and tries again to think of what to do to improve her scouting chances...

... right up until she walks into the bedroom with a naked guy sitting on towels on a huge mattress.

“What the fuck-?!”

“W-Why are you in my house?!” His shock is poorly acted, but Leona is too stunned to catch that.

Leona's mouth opens to answer his question... but after a blank pause, she shoots back while raising a hand to block the man's penis from view, “I-I'm supposed to be here, why are you naked?!”

“It's my house!”

“I-! I... get that, but I'm here!”

“Yeah, why are you here? You came for the competitions, right?” A discomforting grin grows on the pervert’s face.

Leona is far from done from shouting and, after a pause, finally begins backing away and out of the room. “I'm going to call the police, you fucking pervert-!”

But her feet stop again... and again she walks into his room, right up to him, as Leona struggles to undo her phone from her waist strap where it's kept secure. “You're still here, though.” he mocks. In her effort to censor his body, Leona also couldn’t catch the PS Vita at his side.

Leona could punch the man, but she has no clue who he is… and she is technically invading his home... which is normal, her mind reminds her, but how would that look, really, if she got caught beating the shit out of him and calling the cops here? Arrest him, Officer, he sat naked in his house while I kept walking into his room!

Would anyone really hold it against her, though, to pummel a pervert who just flaunts his erection like this in a teenager's presence?! She's barely 18 and her school just shut down for one pervert, now this guy—

Her mind pauses the vitriol. Wait… don’t I know him? Isn’t he… in one of my classes?

“Alright, our first competition,” the stranger recites as he reads from the phone in his left hand (and hides the PS Vita in his right), “is that I challenge you to keep me and everyone I care about alive, unharmed, and out of any kind of social, economic, or legal trouble for 1000 years... and any time you fail, you have to ask me to spank you, and you lose if I get to spank you for this one million times. Do you understand?”

How can she understand some kind of... absolute garbage like that?! Her patience was wearing thin, but she keeps her rage in check and resorts to her phone. A quick dial of 9-1-1 and the phone is to her ear as she continues to glare at her fellow student. Her other hand, of course, remains raised to cover his lower body from view.

“911, what is your emergency?” the voice flatly inquires.

“Hi, police?! I'm in a house with a p... a per...” A pervert, Leona, say it! A naked pervert who's waiting for you because he knew you'd be on this route, somehow! “A... a peeeeeeerson,” she barely manages, shocked at her **** revision.

“Is this person OK? Are they trying to hurt you?”

“He's n... naaaakkk.... naaaaaaaaaaaaice right now- no,” she grunts as her mind screams, “he's naaaaaaat my type! Damn it!”

“Ma'am,” the voice sharply announces, “this is an emergency line and is being recorded. You will be fined if you do this again.”

The line went dead as Leona rubs her eyes. What is wrong with her?!

“You're doing pretty good so far,” the man suddenly declares with a grin, “because I'd hate to get in trouble with police over a misunderstanding... into any legal trouble, I mean.”

Legal... trouble. Leona worries for only a moment that she might have already missed the details of the competition she's now engaged-

We're competing to see if I can keep him and his people alive, unharmed, and out of any kind of social, economic, or legal trouble for 100 years. Every time I fail, I have to ask him to spank me as punishment. He wins if he gets to punish me a million times; otherwise, I win. The "competition" was practically carved into her brain… and it was so absurdly bogus a contest that Leona grew angry just thinking about it as one. More upsetting was what she knew in her heart: she accepted it without a word. What, I'm his bodyguard for life, and he spanks me any time he gets himself into any kind of trouble? Yeah right, fuck th... fuck... I... Leona's mind reels as she realizes she can't even contemplate quitting the competition... or, for that matter, losing on purpose.

She looks back to her phone and her eyes grow wide in horror as she realizes what happened: she had been trying to bring him to legal harm... she was failing to compete. So she stopped herself.

“No... what is... what is this?” She looks to her hands as if she'll find an answer, but she finds none.

“I've got another competition for you though, while we continue with that one,” he says with a grin, “let me tell you about-”

Leona finally throws caution to the wind and swings her fist down at the naked idiot's face... and stops an inch short as her muscles betray her. Flexed and tightened as her arm is, it still pulls back and cancels all the **** she was about to deliver square onto the bastard's nose. Fuck.

“That's... not very nice, you know.”

Leona panics as her brain burns through all the logical explanations and starts hitting the crazy ones. “Who are you? What are you?!”

“This is going to be how girls react every time, huh...? I guess it's fair. Well, I’m David Haines, friends call me Dave-”

“Stop this,” Leona growls, her face growing hot with frustration, “whatever this is.”

“Right... eh, I mean, no, that's not what's going to happen, but I think I can make this make more sense shortly for you.” Dave--a name to a face, and Leona suddenly recalls their shared school schedule--clears his throat in a nervous gesture before reading again from his phone, “I have another competition for you.”

“And why the Hell would I...” But of course she'd agree to play... that much is obvious. Leona’s mind was a tactical one when it isn’t panicking, and she slows her breaths as she tries to regain that control. “I... I don't want to compete!” A lie, but she’s allowed to tell him lies. Her eyes drift to his twitching hard-on as she becomes suddenly aware of her exposed mid-rift and other bare bits of skin. She's trapped in here with this pervert... awaiting his "competition" no matter what mockery of sport or contest it would prove to be. A sinking feeling found its way in her stomach. She could already anticipate what sort of competition was coming. She has to try something, though. “Unless… I get to pick the sport.”

“What, to crush me at basketball? I’ve seen you play; you’d wipe the floor with me.”

He’s talking, at least. “We’ll pick a game you’re good at, then. You play video games, right?” It’s a guess and kind of a rude one in Leona’s mind, but she has to find some angle on this.

“Of course, but that’s not a competition I’m interested in right now.”

Leona’s confidence grows as they exchange arguments, awkward as the situation is, because at least he’s willing to hash it out. She might be able to move the markers here. “There must be a game we both want to play. Why don’t you tell me how this works and that can help us figure it out?”

Dave’s eyes flash with understanding. Leona curses herself for being too obvious, but he replies, “I’ve made it so you can’t refuse any competition I give you, and everyone else will think the competition is fair, and you’re going to become more submissive every time you lose. Is that enough of an explanation?”

Leona’s ears burn as she hears the mad, bullshit explanation… and believes every word of it except the part on submission. For her, it was a matter of opinion, not fact. Like I would get soft for him just because he beats me at bullshit contests?! But the rest being true means he has some insane, unknowable power over her and others… no, everyone else. “So… how can you do that? Everyone can't be in on it...”

“Maybe once I trust you more I’ll tell you,” he sighs, “but the last girl who figured it out tried to kill me.”

Leona only rules out the same because of her last attempt to deck him. So that’s why he opened with the first competition… Leona bitterly imagines that if it had been her instead of this other, mysterious lady, this would already be over.

“Well, at least try to keep an open mind about it... because you're going to compete,” Dave assures her with a worrying confidence.

Leona is faced with a hardship--something almost supernatural--that she has never experienced... but she also feels a wave of self-consciousness hit her as she realizes how fearful she must have appeared in these last few moments. Her training comes back and straightens her back as she plants her hands on her waist and glares down at her captor. “If you're a man at all... it'll be a competition I can win.”

Dave blinks up at her in surprise as she tries to bait his masculine pride.

“Besides... it'll be more fun if you actually have a challenge, right? So if you've got a real competition for us... go ahead, I'm ready.”