Sue Mitchell? (Watersports)

Okay, so...

What now?

Do I have some extra special abilities? Some perks that even the app-makers don't know about?

Or... Is this some kind of side condition of using the app this long?

And... most importantly... what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?

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No, wait...

The better question is: "Should I even use this?"

The experience was freakishly otherworldly.

It involved me... or whatever that part of "me" was... fusing with somebody.

That's what I did... right?

Doing something like that... didn't sound good. No, it sounded extremely dangerous.

I had no idea if it even was that.

For fuck's sake, the whole scene could have ended up with me leaving my body behind and turning into somebody else or something.

No, worse than that: I could have died.

No, even worse than that: I could have killed the woman as well. We both could have exploded in a fireball of mismatched metamorphosis.

Shit.

There... There was no reason to play around with abilities like this.

First of all... I didn't need it.

The app was plenty of fun in itself. I really didn't need anymore power-ups to enjoy the life I was currently living.

I could see no positives to this skill. I really didn't.

Yeah, apparently I could cause extra orgasms to passers-by... But it wasn't something to revel about.

This skill seemed to manifest only when I was having sex. It was like... I seemed to dislodge from the flow of time, because I was having that much... fun?

Yeah... I was going to steer clear of this one.

I needed to take things a bit more... easier.

I mean, sure, I shouldn't completely dismiss-

Oh fuck.

I left the two sluts bathing in my cum in the back alley.

They could-

Um, actually... did I need to do anything else with them?

My rage was plenty satisfied already.

I could just leave them like that. I mean, why the fuck would I even care if somebody found them like that?

Hmmm....

Then again...

They did have that one trait, right? The one they shared?

The one about how I could create a "cult" or an "ideology", that they then had to follow?

I kinda wanted to experiment with that one.

I really didn't care that deeply about the pair. I had loads of women in my sights already. As far as I was concerned, I was done with them.

But I could leave them with a something beautiful.

They were slowly getting back on their knees. Shakily. My cum still gluing their various bodyparts together. Kara's fingers around Abigail's thighs, her face on her crotch... It was a nasty sight.

But they perked up once they heard my footsteps.

"Alright. The sucking was decent enough. I decided to bless you with my holy seed."

They grimaced. I guess they didn't find it that joyous.

"And I do mean that. Literally. I have christened your faces with my seed, and I welcome you to my ideological group as disciples."

The phrase "ideological group" sounded kinda weird, but I figured I had to use the same wording as the trait had to activate it.

And I think it worked. Their eyes opened wide. Suddenly it felt like they were giving me their undivided attention.

"W-What group?" Kara asked timidly, her voice hoarse. Her throat had been pretty brutally violated just a few minutes ago.

"A group that I lead. It's called, um, 'feminism sucks dick', and now you both are a part of it."

I couldn't come up with anything more clever, so it had to do.

They were having problems internalizing the information. I could tell both wanted to tell me just to "fuck off", or "I'm not a part of your stupid group", or just plain not care, but neither could do that.

I had successfully recruited them. Just like that.

"Ah, but, ahm... but..." Kara stammered desperately.

"We- We don't even know the rules!" Abigail blurted out in equal desperation.

"No worries. I'm about to tell you all you ever need to know. But, first... I think I'd like to know a little bit about your histories. You have both divorced at some point, right?"

It surprised them that I knew that. It was because of those alimony-payments that they both had. The ones I had successfully blocked.

They nodded.

"I'd like to hear the reason for your divorces. You first, blondie."

Kara coughed. A little because the spotlight was suddenly on her, and a little because the inside of her throat was still coated with my cum.

"I... I... Well... He was awful to me, so-"

"Hold up. Here's one rule that everyone in 'feminism sucks dick' has to follow: You are not allowed to lie to me, to your great leader. Go."

Would it really be that simple?

I just make a rule and they have to follow it?

Kara struggled a bit, but came out with the actual truth. "He- He got in a... In a car accident... I mean he survived, but... He... His face got messed up, and... I couldn't just, you know... stare at that, all day every day."

She stared at the ground, in guilt.

Wow...

What a piece of shit!

"Did he still love you?" I asked.

"I mean- I guess..." Kara spoke quietly.

I tried to hold on to my temper, as I turned towards Abigail. "What about you? Did your husband still love you when you divorced him?"

"Y-yes... sir."

"Okay. So... what was the reason?"

"Uh, well... I turned truly feminist only a few years ago, and... Well, I thought that meant I should be free. You know, to not be his ****, and be free to... uh... "see" other men like a truly liberated individual. He didn't see it that way, so... I left his chauvinist ass- I mean... I had **** but to leave him."

Holy fucking shit. What a pair of pretentious, cold-hearted sluts.

I was so glad I nearly choked them with my cum.

Well, I mean I was always glad about that, but now I was even more glad about it.

You know... I've been doing this shit for a while, and I've fucked a ton of arrogant bitches... But it's been kinda selfish.

I didn't want these two in my harem. I was getting sick just of looking at them.

Maybe it was finally time to give back to the community.

"Okay. I'm going to give you guys the main tenet of 'feminism sucks dick'-group. You two are disciples of that group, right? So you have obey all its rules, right?"

"R-right", they stammered in unison.

"Good. Here's the main tenet: Divorce is evil. Divorce is the greatest sin a woman can ever do on this Earth. You both need to be punished. And the punishment has to match the sin."

The pair looked sick to their stomachs as I pronounced their actions evil. It was like they were already true believers of "feminism sucks dick". FSD for short.

"And lo, behold, this is what you must do. You must move back together with your husbands. But not as a wife. No no. As a ****. As a footstool. As a fuckdoll. With your husbands, the ones you have sinned against, you shall have no human rights anymore. They are allowed to do whatever they want with you. No matter what. They can punch you, slap you, spank you, fuck you, buttfuck you, keep you in their closets, in cages, whatever. There are no limits. You will allow it, and accept everything with a big, stupid smile. Everything you used to own is now theirs. They can ever whore you out for extra cash if they feel like it. Never stop declaring how much you love them, and how worthless you are compared to him. Unless they want you to shut up, of course. If they are not ordering you to do anything, you will find the most demeaning yet helpful action to do around the house. For example, licking his shoes clean. Or washing the floor with your tits. Or trying to find a new date for him. Or-"

"But- BUT- My- My husband has already remarried!!" Abigail interrupted my preaching in absolute panic. Both her and Kara's faces had gone pale from the litany of the new rules that they were now **** to follow.

"That doesn't matter. Then you will be a plaything for both your ex-husband and his new wife. Oh, and by the way, if your husbands to accept your service, you are to try and try again until they accept. Be as seductive, slutty and submissive as you possibly can. Nothing else should ever matter to you again. That is your ultimate goal in this life. To be his servant. For example, Abigail, in your case it would probably mean seducing that new wife of hers as well-"

"SHE- BUT SHE IS MY SISTER!"

Holy moly. Apparently Abigail's domestic drama was more interesting than it had any right to be. Nevertheless.

"Do I look like I fucking care? If the only way your husband accepts your servitude is to make your sister accept it as well... Well I guess you have a lot of work ahead for you. Oh, and whatever you do, you're not allowed to let them break up because of you. If you allow for that to happen, you have failed massively. So yeah... That's about it. Be good little fuckdolls for your husbands. Oh yeah, and after you have successfully served your masters for a good while... be sure to suggest that you know a good threesome partner. Which is obviously the other one of you. And whenever you do get to those threesomes, you will make sure it will be the hottest threesomes ever. Practice it whenever you have free time. Make it a really fucking hot lesbian show. You know, oils, pussy biting, ass slurping... **** each other with your asses while you suck his cock. Also pursue becoming the ultimate cocksuckers, the ultimate buttsex-pros, the ultimate bdsm-pros... get into the pain game for real. You know, do whatever could make your hus- your new masters' sexlife more exciting. Be sure to suggest stuff that you personally hate the most, as long as he likes it. The less fun you have while pleasing your masters... the more you have repaid for your sins. "

They were stunned speechless.

I couldn't blame them. That's a lot of stuff I came up with at the spur of the moment. Stuff they'd have to live with for the rest of their lives.

"Was- was that it?" Kara asked timidly.

"Umm... Yeah. Probably. Oh yeah, do give me a report at the end of each week how stuff is going. I definitely want to hear all the sexiest parts. And also tell me how much you hate it. I'll give you guys my number. And Hell, I might remember some other tenets as the time goes by. But for now, yeah. That's probably it."

"O- Oh, um-"

"Wait, here's another tenet. From this point on, whenever someone says the word 'feminism' in front of you... The next time you see one another, you will spit into each other's mouths while you french kiss. And cum in your panties while doing it. Oh yeah, you guys aren't allowed to cum unless your husband allows it. That's it."

They both just stared silently at the ground. It looked like the massive order was finally working its way through their brains, rewiring them for good.

As they dejectly began getting up, I could tell... There was no going back for them anymore.

They were now their ex-husbands' sextoys.

(KARA: +20SP) (+93SP), (ABIGAIL: +20SP) (+93SP)

Holy shit what a buttload of points.

I needed to celebrate this.

"Hold up. Get back on your knees."

They did so, timidly.

I dropped my pants again, and they shulked.

Kara was already accepting the inevitable with a frown, and leaned closer to my dick.

I stopped her.

"Nope. Just stay there. Both of you. Stay completely still, and open your mouths as wide as you can."

They did so, looking scared.

Oh yes. One final christening was in order.

They looked on in horror as the hot stream of piss exited my cock and hit their cheeks. Then their noses, and finally landed successfully in their mouths.

As they garbled up my yellow juice, I switched from one mouth to another as one got full.

"Swallow it, whores! And thank me for changing your lives!"

"Thank- GRBL- sir, and thank- GRBBLBL, GLUNKS - Thank you for ch-changing- GRBL our lives!"

I successfully emptied my bladder on the two.

Their makeups where running across their wet faces, as they coughed up my urine in tears.

"Alright. I'm done with you piss-smelling whores. Go kneel at your ex-husbands feet. But shower first, for God's sake."

I finally allowed them to get up.

They looked so utterly defeated, empty, almost comatose from the endless humiliation.

I'm sure there's a nice lesson here somewhere.

Oh yeah. 'Never stop Jack from having his fun.'

"One more thing. And this is one order you're never allowed to break. Never tell anyone what I did to you, no matter what."

They nodded meekly.

I sent them on their merry ways, to their new exciting lives, with a healthy slap on both rears.

SLAP! SLAP!!

"Get going, my disciples!"

And they did. They started running.

It didn't matter that they were naked. That they're faces had piss all over then. They had a chance to get away from me, and they took full advantage of it.

People on the street screamed and hollered as the pair raced past. Maybe a cop would pick them up. Didn't matter to me. Thanks to my order and their submission level, I was sufficiently trustful that they wouldn't point their fingers at me.

Whew.

That was fun.

And, now...

There was something that had been worrying me.

Why hadn't I-

(REAGAN: +2SP) (+62SP)

Oh thank Christ.

Finally.

The one thing I had been really worried about for the last hour.

This looming silence of no new points with Reagan... I was almost starting to think that something had gone terribly wrong in my little dungeon. But thankfully not.

It was just Gloria being inefficient with her humiliations... until now, for some reason.

I'll be happy to see what caused this small humiliation later.

But, for now-

Wait.

Something just activated in Reagan's profile.

Her... 50 point lock?

Wait...

Oh yeah! That's right!

This means I just got 50 points on her in one day!

Yeah, why the fuck did I forgot about that very important tidbit? This lock could be extremely useful in controlling her!

If I had remembered this ability, I definitely wouldn't have abandoned my dungeon. I would have done anything and everything to get the missing points. But now my poor choice didn't matter anymore, the lock was mine.

Please, please let me lock her violent abilities... Please..

-IDENTITY LOCK-

When this lock is active, the subject will forget who they are. Their name, occupation, hobbies, likes, personality... All of their memories. The subject will only retain their skills. (For example, writing, sports, singing, etc.).

When the lock is deactivated, the subject will remember all their previous memories, combined with the ones they got while the lock was active.

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...Well...

That sounded...

...like it was disgustingly well suited for everything I wanted out of Reagan right now.

Like the maker of this app... Made this just for me.

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...there was only one issue, though...

The lock was already... active?

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That seemed... very strange. None of the locks I had achieved were active by default. I always needed to turn them on first.

Like... that shouldn't be possible, right?

I mean, if this lock was active... It's not like its effect had been active before?

Or did it activate just now, as I received it?

Was this some kind of new update that made it do that?

Or... just a bug?

Hmm...

You know what, just be on the safe side... I should really deactivate this and activate it again.

Because... I wanted it active, right?

I didn't want Reagan to lose her personality, I wanted her to be the feisty bitch that eventually submitted to me... But in her current state, she was extremely dangerous for me.

With this, I might even be able to free her for a while.

And then I could deactivate this lock once she was +100 and I had nothing to worry about anymore?

Yeah. It's was definitively the best course of action.

So... First, I pressed the deactivation-button.

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Umm...

Wait...

That shouldn't be...

Reagan's name on the app just... changed?

It now read "Sue Mitchell".

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This was just another bug... right?

Fuck. This thing was really starting to break apart. First my unnatural skills, now this...

I pressed the activation button again.

...

Now the field where Reagan's name normally was...

Was just... empty?

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Shit. Please tell me I didn't just accidentally break her or something.