Hello, Reagan. (Clean version)

Still though...

A part of me wondered, what would happen, if I told her the truth... now?

That she actually succeeded in my challenge?

Would I still keep all those earned points?

...I mean, I guess I did have an answer for that already... One of the first things the app ever told me, was that no subject was able to regain dominance when this app was on. Still... It did seem kinda crazy that I could just lie about stuff and not face any consequences if I was found out.

Something to keep in mind, I guess.

I could test it out though. On her. Tell her the truth.

...Nah. Bad idea.

Even if she didn't regain any points from it, it would make her more confident in our future interactions.

Better keep it this way. Make her think she lost the game by a cunthair.

The poor bitch wasn't even moving anymore. Her face was still planted against the table.

And her breathing sounded really rough. Almost like sandpaper.

...Yeah, I'm thinking this was enough damage for one day. Sure, the bitch tried to kill me this particular day... But I wanted to keep her alive.

I'd be fool to part with those defiant tits, tough ass and fiery will that I couldn't wait to break.

So, yeah... We might have to fix the situation a little bit.

I looked to the nude duo of redheads, who were still wearing their pussyjuice- and saliva-drenched straps.

"You perverts are still wearing those? Take them off. And then.... turn this cumdump on her back. And after that... Place another gag in her mouth. But not the previous one. Take one of those o-shaped oval, open ones. We may have to feed her some fluids to keep her breathing."

Both of them gave me a small, understanding nod and proceeded to do as I had ordered.

Lana shared a strange look before moving, though.

...Oh yeah... We got pretty intimate in that hazy state, didn't we?

I could still taste her strawberry-flavored lipstick on my lips.

...She was still one of my best kissers, though. Truthfully, I might have enjoyed the taste of her mouth more than fucking this slut's ass.

...Wait, what? That sounded stupid. No way kissing was better than assfucking. Get your head on straight, Jack.

Enough of these sidetracks anyway. It was time to fix one huge problem of mine.

The girls didn't need my help with Reagan. She was as zonked as anyone could physically be. Even after they unshackled her, and turned her around... she barely flinched.

So I picked up my phone again.

It was finally time to learn what this latest perk was about.

The memory wiper.

Every subject now had a tab specifically dedicated to it.

Wait a minute... Anna-Marie's profile was flashing.

Seems like she just got a... new trait?

...That's kind of late in the game for her, right? I mean she was almost all the way to a hundred now. Whatever the trait was... It wasn't going to be something urgent.

So I decided to forget about it for now. I'll check it out later. Right now... Only one thing mattered.

Wiping Reagan's mind.

And as I navigated over to Reagan's profile...

A stray thought caught me.

There was something very different about Reagan's profile compared to all the other subjects.

...And it had always been like that. I just... I guess I never noticed it until now.

All the other profiles had the subject's full name. First name and last name.

Reagan's profile just read "Reagan".

...

Was that it?

Was that her full name or something?

How could that... even be?

...

I'm going to have to ask her about that sometime.

Best time to do that... would be when she's actually conscious. I just hope I don't forget to do that.

It probably isn't that important anyways.

But let's see this memory thing...

Huh.

This structure was... oddly well organized.

It was currently showing all the memories Regan had concerning me, from the last 24 hours.

It was divided into main categories and subcategories. Kinda like a folder structure.

The four main categories were: "Staking out", "Capture of Jack", "The fight with Jack and Teresa", "Captured".

Her last 24 hours divided neatly into four parts.

...Just what kind of AI does this? Groups this stuff, gives it names and...

No, don't think about that stuff. This app is magical. It has always been magical and does some really weird, unbelievable shit already. Why would I start questioning this stuff now?

...But wait, where was Reagan's memory about learning about the app?

Is it under... "Capture of Jack"? Since that's when it happened?

I clicked that particular title. It opened up, and showed me six new subcategories.

"Holding Jack by Gunpoint", "Tying up Jack", "Learning about the Submission Accelerator", "About to kill Jack", "Waiting with Jack for Teresa to leave", "Putting Jack in closet".

Once again... This was supremely well organized. And even these subcategories seemed to have their own subcategories. I wondered... just how detailed you could get with this memory removal?

Hey, all the better for me. Could be really useful in some situations.

Although that one title... "About to kill Jack"... eugh... If there was any single doubt about her actually doing it...

Wait... I wonder if these titles could reveal something else to me...

I clicked open the title "Putting Jack in closet."

It had three subgroups.

"Decision to put Jack into the closet", "Shoving Jack into the closet", and... "Lying to Jack".

...So yeah... it was a lie. The stuff about freeing me if I was quiet. It was kinda obvious, but... Now I was at least certain.

The fucking bitch. She was fully committed to killing me.

Lana and Anna-Marie had already managed to reshackle Reagan to the table, now with her back to the table and tits jiggling free in the open air. Lana was currently picking an open gag from my gag-shelf.

Yes, I had a gag-shelf here. Gotta be prepared for everything.

But yeah... What was the best move here? What stuff should I delete?

I decided to start by deleting the most dangerous memory from Reagan's head... the information about the app.

There was a small trash icon next to the memory. I clicked it.

A notification appeared on the screen.

This subject has not yet reached +50-level. You are not allowed to delete specific memories, you can only do a full deletion of everything related to you from the last 24 hours.

Delete? Yes/No.

Oh yeah right. There was this condition to 0-50 level subjects.

...Well, was there actually a need to save anything?

...No, I don't think so.

So, what would that mean for Reagan?

After I click this deletion button... She might not even know how she ended up here.

Or wait... Did she make the decision to come here within the last 24 hours? I remember her telling me about that, but I'm not quite sure how it actually was... In that moment, I happened to be scared shitless, so it was hard to actually listen.

But I do know that she followed me for a full week. And saw me doing a bunch of really creepy stuff.

She formulated the idea that it had something to do with my app... But couldn't be certain about it.

So that's where her mind would be. Just being suspicious about me.

That's good enough for now. And hey, the fact that she's going to wake up in my dungeon with a blank memory... She might feel that her assumptions were correct. But still... she doesn't know any specifics about my app. Or that I even have one. It was just her assumption.

That's why I'm going to have to keep her locked in here even after I wipe this day from her memory. Because, let's just say as an example... if we were to now drive her into the middle of the forest, ****, and leave her there, and then delete this day from her memory... She would still be a problem for me. The last thing she was doing, the thing she was doing all last week... Was try to catch me and understand how I managed to dominate so many women around me...

With a big suspicion about it being related to my phone.

Wait... I think I can recall now...

I think she said something about... having a suspicion that I was controlling everyone with my phone... When she saw me in park with Ulla and those feminists?

...Damn. And that happened more than 24 hours ago.

That was another dangerous memory I needed to remove.

Although... With that... There wouldn't be such a horrible rush.

As long as I could get her to +50 within a week... That memory would be easily removed as well.

You could destroy a whole week full of memories from +50 subjects. Or just specific ones from the previous week.

And she wasn't fucking going anywhere for a while. Hope nobody was missing her.

...Like Maria. Who she worked for.

Shit. She wouldn't miss her, right?

...Maria wouldn't miss one missing employee, right? At least... Why the fuck would she search her... here?

I didn't know anything about Reagan's family or if she had close friends who'd start searching for her. I really need to talk- I mean interrogate her once her soul returned to her body.

The sooner I get her to +50, the less dangerous she will be. For multiple reasons. And perhaps, once sufficiently memorywiped... She could even return to her normal life and job again. While being secretly my ****, of course.

Either that or she never gets free, I keep her locked here as my personal meatpuppet and push her to +100. Whichever is easier.

But still... I find it quite hard to believe I could just remove a person from society without there being search parties or police looking for her... Damn. I need to formulate a proper plan about all this at some point.

Only one thing was for certain. After I pressed "yes"... She would have no idea what "The Submission Accelerator" is, what it does... And that is going to make manipulating her a hundred times easier.

Lana had already fit the new gag over Reagan's mouth, while Anna-Marie grabbed a water bottle from the grocery bag to pour down the exhausted woman's throat...

She was a little bit awake now, her eyelids were just about hanging open...

So wait... I was going to delete her memory now? So that this was the moment she would "wake up"?

Being tied up and water poured down her throat?

...

Why not. As good as any.

I clicked my phone... and deleted the last 24 hours from her mind.

The effect was immediate. The woman's eyes shot fully open again, and she began panicking extra harder.

"GURGLEgurgleGURGLEgurglWHEREgurgle", the woman tried to speak, but could only swallow more water and see the two naked redheads emptying a waterbottle down her throat.

Once the bottle emptied, I pushed them aside, and filled Reagan's vision with my own face.

"gurglecoughYOUgurgle" Reagan tried talking while drinking and coughing at the same time.

"Hello Reagan. You might wonder about a few things. Like... Why are you tied up? Why do your pussy and asshole feel completely used up? Why are you surrounded by nude women? Well... I would love to tell you about it all. Really. But I'm sure... We will get a chance to do that later. You're not up to it now."

And just like that, as if on cue... The moment she swallowed last of the water... She couldn't hold her eyes open anymore. They rolled up and her head slumped backwards on the table.

She was **** again. I think for real this time.

Her exhausted body and the shock of all this new information... I guess there's only so much even she can take.

We would have to continue this later.

I looked over to my two slaves, naked and ashamed, sweat dripping down their sexy bodies...

As much as I would loved to ravish them as well, I had to save my strength. There were two bouncy babes back in my apartment as well.

"No more orders for today. Just make sure she's locked up, fully gagged... and don't talk to her anymore. I'll probably return tomorrow. Or Sunday. We'll see. Have a nice weekend. Keep your pussies warm for me."

Just as I was about to head to the exit...

Lana grabbed my arm.

"Pl-please master, you... there's-"

She was once again trying to tell me something.

"Yeah? Go ahead. But quickly now."

She cleared her throat.

"There's-" she calmed down, and tried to start from the beginning. "You... You should know that... That her gag acci-accidentally dropped down while... While you were gone..."

...

I... I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach.

"We... We put it back, but... D-Do you wish to know what she told us?"

...

Okay, easy Jack... even if she said the worst thing... these are dedicated slaves, so...

Nothing bad could come from it, right?

...

I nodded.

"S-She told us that... Well, I guess... I guess it is kinda crazy, when I say it out loud, but... That you have an... app on your phone... And with this app, you can like... control people around you? Make them more... submissive? Like, for example, that... when people obey your orders, you get.... submission points from them? And... that you put different traits on everybody and... make them more sexual? I know it's totally crazy, and... And I even told Anna-Marie it's crazy, since she believed it more-"

"No I didn't!"

"Well either way, that kind of stuff... it has to be impossible, right? But... This last month... This stuff... What's happening now... In my life... and how- how I feel about you... In that weird way, I... I guess you could even say... that- that it makes sense, and-"

She suddenly quieted down.

Her expression went oddly blank.

"...And?" I asked.

She looked a bit stupified, and even scratched her head.

"...I'm sorry m-master, what was I talking about again? ...I... forgot..."

I let out a long, relaxing breath.

Even Anna-Marie looked confused now.

This memory wiper thing is awesome.

Specially when you can erase specific memories... with subjects that have high enough points.

Like Lana and Anna-Marie.

I put my phone quickly back into my pocket, and gave Lana's naked ass a rough little squeeze.

"Yaigh!" was her high-pitched, cute little scream.

"You sexy little scatterbrain... You don't need to think about anything else other than how to best serve me and my cock. And if you two are good enough, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you two as well, when I get time. Until then... remember to stay vigilant with that blonde bitch. And don't allow her to say a goddamn word."

They nodded... And Lana even allowed herself to smile a little... even with that confusion still etched on her face.

Whew.

Everything was fixed again.

REAGAN

Grngh...

I was barely conscious....

My body was bruised and battered...

My vagina felt like it had lived a lifetime without me...

My asshole didn't even feel like my asshole anymore...

But I could still hear that... monster... talk...

So...

That's what I... Told them?

I... had no memory of that...

but...

Seems like...

My suspicions...

Were correct...