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The thought occurred to me yesterday night.

Without hardly even trying... Lana had managed to sneak all the way to +98.

Just two points away from the full, absolute, godlike control I'd have over her body and mind.

So, why not finish it up? I knew I had placed her in the dungeon for good reasons, her safety being the main one... But seriously, she was so close now. And last night, when I was watching Gretchen's thoroughly-fucked figure trying to get some sleep on the floor... What did I do with her when she was +98? How did I get her past that milestone?

Then... I remembered.

The collar. The ritual.

Make her pledge herself to me. Every piece of her. Forever and ever.

That should, by my logic, get her to +99... And then it was just a matter of finishing her "final quest".

Also... I needed to speed this up. I still had no idea how difficult the final mission with her would be. It could take days. And the thing was... Her sister would be coming here next week.

And, if I wanted get Katie... I needed everything working in my favor.

For fuck's sake, she was a Washington Post journalist. And I'd be offering her a crummy job at a fashion magazine. I'm not a magician, but I needed to pull out all the tricks to **** her into such a massive downgrade.

If I didn't... It could get progressively harder. And honestly, by all estimations... She seemed really smart. I needed to snatch her fast, before she had a chance to get away.

If Lana was at +100 by then... Thanks to my perks, I'd be getting points from her sister with double speed.

So... yeah.

Call me greedy all you want, but I could never be happy if I didn't have the full set of Douglas sisters.

Speaking of which...

"Lana, has your sister already accepted your invitation to come by the office next week?"

The nude woman, who had been eyeing with nervous trepidation, suddenly turned her eyes to the floor. She looked deeply ashamed.

"I... I'm sor- sorry, master... I was... I was just writing her an email, until- until Gretchen came along and-"

"Fucking hell... Fine. Just make it your number one priority when you return, okay?"

She looked up at me, her eyes a little soggy, but smiling with relief. "T-thank you, master, I... I promise not to disappoint you again..."

Whew. I still easily forget how just few words from me can either break or make their entire world now. I'm everything to them now.

Gretchen, with her big cow tits, just stared silently at me, acting like it wasn't right for her to take part in a conversation that didn't involve her. Which was correct, of course.

Her expression was a little than earlier today, though. Less worshippy.

But there was an easy explanation for that. I returned all her dials back to their natural positions.

But... even though her worship for me fell by several dozens... All of her dials were naturally rising upwards anyway, so there was never a real need to even fiddle with the things. Unless I wanted to have some kind of depraved fun.

But, right now, I was more interested in seeing how corrupted she was in her natural state.

Speaking of which...

"So, Gretchie-Cunt..." she twitched from the insult, her very first trait still affecting her already-horny body. "When you were bringing Lana back here... Did you see anything special?"

"M-master?" she asked, her puffy, big lips hanging slightly open in confusion.

"Seriously? So you didn't see an unknown, nude, roughed-up looking blonde woman tied down in the office cellar?"

"Oh, oh! Sorry, sir, master! Of- of course I did, I... I didn't know that-"

"You didn't consider that special or weird or anything like that?"

"I... Well... Not... Not anymore, I asked Lana about it, and she-..."

"Whatever, I don't care. It's just funny. I guess you've seen me fuck up so many different women at this point that seeing a scene like that is getting to be ordinary for you now. I just find it amusing how little you even care about me abusing your fellow gender anymore, miss 'powerful feminist voice in the fashion industry'", I said quoting an interview she had given today about her new position as the head of the Mirage.

Her cheeks reddened a little bit. "I- I care!" she suddenly exclaimed, in a surprising show of independence.

Huh. I guess the old Gretchen still lived somewhere deep inside her.

She immediately pulled back though, seeing my harsh expression. "I... I just care about you more... Like way more. More than anything else," she added.

Next to her, Lana sighed and rolled her eyes dismissively.

"Besides," Gretchen continued, "I- I didn't choose those terms, the journalist did! I didn't say anything about feminism! ...Please, believe me? I- I can call her now! I can tell her that I h-hate fem-feminism, and I love nothing more than- ... s-sucking my master's cock, and-"

"Calm down, slut. I was just playing around. Obviously you're not going to be saying shit like that anywhere. I read all your interviews today, by the way. You did a fine job. I didn't see my name anywhere, though."

"I- I told all of them that you'd be the next editor, but for some reason they all cut that part out-"

"It doesn't matter. Maybe it's even better this way. I'd prefer to be in the shadows."

Although it did seriously irk me that no outlet deemed it important to tell who was the next editor of Mirage. Or, perhaps, it didn't fit with the feminist vibes they were going for in their stories. I didn't care. No, I cared, but I couldn't fix every issue this very second.

"I see that they got Maria's comments as well. I'm assuming you got her to play ball by telling her... of your scheme?"

She smiled, slyly. "Yes, master. She... She approved of it."

Whew. Good. So... if Gretchen actually managed to sell it... Maria now believed that Gretchen was dangling the editor's job in front of me just to snatch it away and fire me at the last possible second. Just to cause as much hurt and pain for me as humanly possible.

That's the kind of shit Maria is supposed to like.

Now, maybe, just maybe, I'd get me more breathing room to make my final move against her. And I'd make damn sure my next move was indeed the final move. I was done playing this cat and mouse game with her.

Besides, the whole thing with her was already so complex... She had to still believe I was an informant for the FBI. The only reason she didn't come after me and destroy me. But she knew the FBI was keeping tabs on her. And I told her not to sell the company, since it would mean the feds would freeze her assets. So, in the contract Hayley wrote up, she gifted most of her Mirage-stocks to Gretchen, effectively making her the head of the magazine.

But she still owned a buttload of the stocks. Like 30 percent or something.

If she wanted to destroy Mirage, she could. Easily.

I really didn't know what her next move was going to be. For example... Well, here's what she knew. She knew I was the informant. She knew that feds were after her. She knew my function was to keep tabs on her in the office. But now she left the office, effectively rendering my "informant"-duties useless.

Was she now expecting the feds to make a move against her? And what if they didn't? Would she... eventually start thinking the whole thing was a big lie?

Like it actually was?

ARGH, none of this would be so complex if I just had the bitch under my thumb! There were so many small factors I had to keep track of all the time!! So many lies I had to micro-manage!

Since I couldn't guess what her next move was going to be... I shouldn't be waiting for her to make one.

I needed to **** her to make a move.

A move that would play right into my hand.

And the plan was currently forming... I had a few great ideas, but nothing concrete yet.

You know, if I just went celibate for a week, cleared my head, I'm sure I'd come up with the perfect plan, execute it gloriously and revel in my complete and utter victory.

...

Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

Not with these burning hot, curvaceous sluts breathing heavily on my bedroom floor, looking up at me in adoration and helplessness, various traits and orgasm locks keeping them in constant state of arousal.

...Fuck everything else. I needed some relaxation time.

I finally sat down on the bed, as the pair turned towards me as well.

"Gretch. Did you teach her the words?"

"...yes, master," she said in a submissive tone.

All of a sudden, Lana looked a little unsure and scared.

"Are you absolutely sure you remembered all of them?", I asked Gretchen.

"y-yes, master. They... I can't forget them... They are... engraved into my s-soul..." she quietly answered back.

Hm. That was probably true. The words were an absolute order, one she could never disobey. Therefore she could never forget them.

I didn't remember the actual words anymore. I gave them to her a the spur of the moment.

But it was sort of nice Gretchen did. Now Lana would say the same exact thing. Gave this whole thing a nice ritualistic, cult-like feeling. Which was hot in a weird way.

I turned to Lana. She could tell I was getting serious now.

"Do you want to do this, Lana? Pledge yourself to me? Forever?"

She swallowed. Then... as if somebody had flicked a switch... all her worry seemed to disappear and a steeled herself. She straightened her back, her boobs standing firmly in attention.

"Yes," she answered.

"Then prove it."

She cleared her throat.

"Once this collar locks around my neck..."

"Oh yeah, wait," I interrupted her. "Where's the collar?" I asked Gretchen.

"Here, master," she said, pulling it from under the bed. She handed it to me.

Good thing I bought this a while ago. I knew this moment was coming soon.

A nice, steely collar. The exact same Gretchen was currently wearing.

Only thing different was the tag hanging from it. While Gretchen's said "Gretchie-pet" ... Lana's said "My former rival".

I loved those words. They were there to forever remind her, and everybody else who saw it, that she was once my competitor. And now I owned her completely.

It was hard to gauge what was Lana's reaction to the collar. I remember Gretchen loving hers... but Lana was still conflicted on some level. She wasn't joyous, nor terrified. Just conflicted. Perhaps the tag bothered her. Perhaps it bothered her that hers was the exact same one as the one Gretchen was wearing. It seemed to bother Gretchen too, since she eyed Lana's collar with forlorn expression.

They'd better get over it. There were going to be many more collars.

"Okay... now, start over."

She cleared her throat again, this time locking her eyes into mine.

"Once this collar locks around my neck... Everything I'm about to say comes true. ...I am... no longer a person. I relinquish... my rights... as a human being..." she pledged.

She didn't stutter, but she took small, meaningful breaks between words. As if to highlight their importance.

"I will now... be the property... of... Jack Dingle," she said, as a small smile formed on her face. I smiled back.

"I will be his ****... toy... pet... three holes... and a cum-toilet... for the rest of my existence."

She didn't seem to have problems remembering a single word. And each word she said... Felt so meaningful and... fucking hot. Like she was truly signing her soul away just for me to fuck it from every angle.

I mean, she was, but still... she was fucking selling the oath.

She once again straightened her back for the final part. "My only focus in life is to make Jack happy. I have no personal goals. Only his pleasure matters. Whatever he wants, he gets. I live to serve at his feet."

And then...

She bent down at the waist...

Planting a small, delicate kiss on both of my feet.

...Was this a part of the ritual? I didn't remember.

Either Gretchen told her to do that, or she was doing it voluntarily.

It didn't matter, though. It fit the ritual more than nicely. And it felt nice too.

When Lana lifted her head, I was about to place to collar around her neck...

Until I felt a small tap on my hand.

It was Gretchen.

"What?"

"M-My apologies, master... but... p-previously... with me... You gave me the collar... And asked me to lock it around my own neck..." she said with downcast eyes, clearly ashamed that she dared to interrupt me.

It was probably hard for her to do that. So I guess this was important for her.

"Does that really matter?" I asked.

"N-no, master, your will is the only thing that matters... just... I..."

"What? Say it."

"It's... it's just symbolic... To... make us... do it ourselves... to submit to you... knowingly..."

Ah, fuck it. She was probably right. Doing it this way might not even give me the submission point I was going for.

I handed the collar to Lana.

"Put this on and be my ****," I added.

She looked at it for a few seconds, no doubt now physically feeling the full weight of her irrevocable decision...

But then, once she had sorted her thoughts... She placed the thing, gracefully, on her neck. And with a small...

CLICK.

...She was mine.

(LANA: +1SP) (+99SP)

She immediately began smiling proudly. Almost beaming.

And when she looked into my eyes...

A few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Not tears of sadness... But tears of happiness.

I patted her head.

We had truly gone down a long path together. How neither of these women hated my guts and were actually happy to be here... I couldn't even begin to understand.

What they felt... it definitely wasn't anything close to a normal love. No, this was deeply corrupted, depraved love, that I had somehow manipulated out of both of them using a magical submission app.

But normal love is boring anyways.

I could feel Gretchen's warm body leaning against to my leg a little tighter.

I'm sure the slut was jealous of the attention I was currently giving Lana.

"Hey, Gretchie. Lana's face is looking a little wet. Why don't you dry it?"

She twitched a little bit. "How... How would you like me to do that, master?"

"I don't know. Be inventive."

Gretchen nodded meekly. She inched closer to Lana, who still had a few tears rolling down her face.

The pair still wasn't comfortable with each other. No, more than that. It was clear from the body language.

They hated each other.

And it was probably worse now than it was in the beginning.

I'm sure Gretchen's rough spanking of Lana's ass yesterday took things further in the bad direction.

They tolerated each other only because of me.

They hated each other because of me. They both wanted to have me, all for themselves.

Neither had a desire for a polyamorous relationship.

They were rivals, and wished the other one wasn't there to share me.

But they obeyed me. They wanted to please me.

So even if Lana awkwardly leaned away from Gretchen... They still couldn't escape what I wanted them to be. Gretchen gently took Lana's chin into her tiny hand... leaned closer, squishing her big fat boobs against her shoulder...

And then slowly licked Lana's cheek.... eventually catching one tear on her tongue.

Not because she wanted to dry Lana's face like that... But because she knew I would like seeing her do it like that.

And I did. It was weird and fucked-up... But oddly hot.

And the more uncomfortable Lana looked... it just made it that much hotter.

Another, slow, sensual lick across Lana's cheek. It really didn't dry up Lana's face, since she was leaving a trail of her own saliva there... but she knew I didn't care about that.

The room fell quiet, and the only thing you could hear was the slow wet, cat-like licks Gretchen used to wipe Lana's salty tears from her face.

Okay, enough. I needed to tear my eyes from the scene so I could focus on the app. Pun not intended.

Now. Let's see...

Yes. Lana's final quest was now active.

And the mission I needed to complete, to get her to +100, was...

...

...oh.

Hm.

That's...

That's actually not that bad.

No, wait...

In fact...

Let me think about this...

Yes...

yes, yes...

I had all the material I needed to finish the quest.

Right now.

Tonight.

It was unbelievable, but if I did everything just right...

It was possible.

...I had been thinking about doing something like this for a while anyway...

This could be beneficial in multiple ways.

I cleared my throat. Gretchen took that as a sign to finally stop giving Lana's face a tongue bath.

I enjoyed watching Lana trying to disguise how disgusted she was of the whole process. Even still, she couldn't help but wipe some off Gretchen's spit from her face the moment she was freed.

"Now... Let's get serious. And let me be honest with you. It should be super-obvious to both of you now, that I'm not a monogamous guy. I could never be satisfied with just one woman. I could never be satisfied... with two women. Yeah, I'm greedy. I want a fucking harem of bitches kneeling in front of me and sucking my cock. But tell me... How does that make you feel?"

They both looked a little dejected, but there's no way any of this was a shock to them. Still, neither was willing to be the first one to speak.

"Answer when I fucking ask something."

Immediately both started squealing their answer at the same time, so much so that I couldn't focus on either one.

"One at a time! Gretchen, start."

"Um, yes, master... I feel... honored to be... in your-"

"Yeah, I'm not interested in the asskissing responses, give me your real, honest, raw feelings. Now."

She swallowed. And in a tiny voice, she said, "I wish... I was your only one, master."

"Okay, good. Lana?"

Lana thought about her answer for a few seconds.

"I wish to, in time... prove to you, that you don't need a harem, master. That one me... is worth a thousand harems."

I smirked. "Not a bad answer there, red."

Lana smiled victoriously. Gretchen looked away in annoyance.

"But, anyways... I'm getting a fucking harem. Like it or not. I'm collaring a lot of bitches. And at some point... It will turn into a managing issue. I can't take care of everyone at the same time. Give orders to everyone at the same time. My harem... will need a matron. One that I can depend on to give my harem its marching orders. Someone, who knows what I want and does everything to help me in my goals. My second-in-command... And the number one position in my harem."

Both women perked up.

This was finally the chance they had been looking for.

Something to make one of them truly special for me.

"Here's the thing. I will make that momentous decision... Tonight. And you both are the only candidates. Why, you ask? Easy. You are my first catches. My first conquests. My first collars. And... You both have confessed your love to me."

Gretchen and Lana quickly turned their heads to each other.

Those jealous, vicious glares... It was easy to tell this was news to both of them.

"So... Here are the rules for the competition."

I took a meaningful silence, as they turned their heads back to me.

"All methods are allowed. I will not order you, and both of you are free to do whatever you want. The winner is the one... who can prove they love me more than the other. ...And, go."