It decides their future

John laughed. He couldn’t keep himself from doing so. This was golden. Sure, he had hoped that something like this might become true, but the reality was going beyond what he even dreamed to happen.

The deal has been broken by the other side. According to your agreement the following punishments will be dealt:

- Laura Vannenhof has sacrificed her physical autonomy to John Newman, The Gamer

- Laura Vannenhof has sacrificed her physical wellbeing to John Newman, The Gamer

- Laura Vannenhof has agreed to these punishments to last eternally.

As no further request has been made, the spend mana is not being returned to the Gamer.

If those statements were true, and since they appeared in a pop up box, John assumed them to be, he was now basically the owner of her. And not only in a kinky way, like she imagined it.

“Laura,” He spoke to the visibly confused girl, right after he gained his ability to speak back. “put on some clothes and grab five bucks. Then you go down to your father and tell him that you borrowed these out of his pocket yesterday, and you want to give them back. Come back up after giving him these.” She raised an eyebrow. This was totally out of the area she wanted to obey him in. This had nothing to do with sex, it was a task that would only worsen her relationship with her father.

John could see the horror in her eyes as she noticed her own body following his instructions, dressing herself.

“John? The fuck? What is happening. Please, help me! I don’t want to do this…” She was getting louder, calling for help until John interfered.

“Stay quiet. You may only talk with my permission. You have my permission to talk only those lines that are needed to be said in order to fulfill my orders for now. Also, I take my previous order back, you don’t need to do that anymore.” She froze in her movements, now only dressed in her bra and with a panty in her hand.

Her lips moved but no sound came out.

“Good.” He chuckled again. This was going way too well. “Now Laura. I believe we have some talking to do. Well, I will do the talking. You will strip nude again and sit on your desk, legs spread. If you have a question about something I say, you will slap your pussy until I give you the permission to ask it.

The fury in her eyes was strong while she obeyed.

“Now, where do I start? You know, I am not really a punk, or a goth or whatever you are. I am not an anarchist either. I am a gamer. The Gamer. I assume you have read some comics, or seen TV in… the last ten years, like ever? Then you are familiar with superpowers. I got one of those.” She raised her hand and slapped her pussy, hard enough for it to slap louder than you were speaking. She cringed and her legs snapped together, just for her to spread them again and raising her hand a second time, about to repeat the process.

“I assume you were wondering” Slap “which power I have?” Slap and nodding. “You may speak now.” He gracefully permitted her. A short pause followed, as she obviously did not want to play by his rules, speak when ordered. However, her own raised hand, about to deal another obviously painful slap to her twat was convincing her.

“What power do you have, and why did I start spanking myself, even though I only wondered about it, and didn’t even want to ask?” She bursts out.

“Oh, well the second question may be because my order was that every time you are thinking of a question, you will slap your cunt until you ask it. Let’s change that quickly. Only slap if you want to ask a question. However, once I am done, you will also slap yourself twice as hard for multiple minutes, if you did not understand it. Ask everything you want to know.” Another **** glare of hers.

“For my power, I have game powers. Of course, you will not tell anybody about those… not even with gestures, text or anything. You will pretend to not know about this, unless I tell you otherwise.” And so, it went on. John went into detail about his powers, not leaving anything out. Why would he? He finally had someone to brag about with this. He even confessed to stealing her phone and piercing.

“How else did you think I could have gotten here? Were you not surprised to see me, without ever telling me where you live?” He laughed at her confused look. She never even thought of this.

“Now that you finally know about me, the real me, you may speak again, but only as long as we are alone. Also, nothing so loud others could hear us.”