Arc One: A Sister's Suspicions

"You hate your sister, don't you?"

"I don't," Veronica twisted in your arms so that she was looking at you. Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Why would you think that?"

"Just an impression I've been getting."

From the drawn curtains, sunlight streamed into the master bedroom where you and Veronica had spent the last night. While you had given her a room of her own, it had gone unused for everything besides luggage storage. Even then, she kept a few of her clothes in your room; a practical decision.

As per the terms of her contract, she had to sleep with you whenever you wanted. Problem was, interrupting her got in the way of Veronica doing her job. A good musician practiced from six to eight hours a day, and Veronica was a composer on top of that. Normally that wouldn't be a problem for you, but she was working for you.

The reason you didn't turn her into a bimbo was that you had use for her musical talents, and you were spending a good deal of money to secure her services. Keeping her from improving her skill at her craft ultimately hurt your cause than anything else.

After some thought, you came to a compromise. You would let her work uninterrupted, but in exchange, every moment not spent working would be spent serving you in one form or another. You regularly gave her a healthy dose of semen for breakfast, bent her over the table at lunch, and you made her spend every night in your bed.

Not every moment had to be filled with sex though. The mornings, in particular, were quiet. Neither you nor Veronica were morning people. The difference was that if you wanted an extra half hour in bed now, you could have it, and thanks to you being her boss, so could Veronica.

Many mornings had been spent like this; with her in your arms, her warm body pressed to your own as the morning light streamed in and bathed you in its soft glow. The first few times you had woken like this, the two of you had spent the mornings in inane conversation. Conversations that, while informative, didn't benefit you. It wasn't until the third or fourth conversation that you had an epiphany as to how you could use this to your advantage.

"Hey Veronica," you had said, "You don't mind me sleeping with other women right? After all, you're getting paid the hundred-grand regardless. The more women I have to sleep with, the better, right?" She might have agreed with that even if you hadn't made that a command. After the three groundwork commands, her mindset was firmly on doing whatever it took to please you and earn more money from you as a result. After the command, she agreed with no hesitation.

Every morning you convinced her of something different; you changed her subtly, a little at a time. With every change, you moved her closer to your ideal whore.

You had spent the day before yesterday convincing her that she was bi- that she was okay with sleeping with anyone as long as you ordered it. The fact that it would be exclusively women was something you neglected to mention. The day after you had convinced her that she was okay with threesomes. Today, you would take that a step further.

"What gave you that impression?"

You did your best to seem ****. "I shouldn't say if it's not true. I wouldn't want to make you mad."

Veronica offered you a winning smile before rolling directly on top of you, pressing her breasts to your chest, and sending all your blood racing south. She whispered, "I won't get mad." Her eyes, wide and blue, stared into your darker orbs imploringly.

You caved. "Alright, alright."

A triumphant smile came over Veronica's face. She had won yet again- except she hadn't. She had never beaten you at this game. Every battle she thought she had won, you had surrendered to reinforce the idea of using sex to get you to do what she wanted. Nine out of ten times, those were things you would have done anyway. Case in point this one.

Your hands reoriented. One went down to her pussy, while the other went to the small of her back, securing her against you. Only when you were sure she wouldn't be able to storm off, you spoke. You whispered in her ear, "I think you're resentful that your sister is smarter than you. Tiffany is just perfect, isn't she?

"She's at the top of her class with multiple honors. She is going to be getting a college degree in a branch that isn't a waste of time and that will lead to a stable job. And to make matters worse, she will be earning more money than you." That did the trick. The skin around Veronica's eyes tightened. Emboldened, you continued. "Did you know that pharmaceutical researchers make one-hundred-and-fourteen thousand dollars a year? And I bet Tiffany won't have to spread her legs to get the job either. All that taken into account, I think it's pretty normal for you to hate your sister and to see her brought down to your level. Below it, even."

Seeing that you had her, you dialed it back. "But that's just idle speculation, of course. As you say, you don't hate your sister. I must have been imagining things. Before I dismiss these ramblings altogether, I do have something to say." You fix her with a stare, eyes not flinching nor moving from her own. "If given the choice between fucking you or your sister, I would choose you. Take pride in that. You may not be as brilliant as your sister, but you are far more beautiful and a far better lay. And maybe one day, you can show your sister just how much better you are than her."

You couldn't see her reaction from your position, but you could hear it in the quickening of her breath. "You can show her how a real woman gives blowjobs, how they ride dicks, and how they pose for photos while drenched in cum." You smiled. "Someday. Until then, you'll have to dream of it."

The morning ritual done, you slapped Veronica's ass and signaled her to get up. You didn't miss how distracted Veronica was while she gave you the standard morning blowjob so you could give her a standard load of morning cum.

The pieces were set, and all that was left to do was get Tiffany here. Unbeknownst to you, that problem was going to be taking care of itself.

There was something not quite right about this. How was she the only one that saw it? Her father was okay with it, her sister had agreed to it, and while her mother initially shared Tiffany's outrage; she had come around in a single phone call with this John Doe. Tiffany wasn't nearly as easy to fool.

Veronica was beautiful, and while Mr. Doe might officially want her to work as a composer and tutor, there was no way that he didn't have impure thoughts about her. Now that she had moved in with him, who knew what he might do? No, this couldn't be allowed to stand. If her parents weren’t going to do something about this, then she would have to act herself.

Dialing in the number she had lifted from her father's phone while he was in the shower, Tiffany waited impatiently while the dial tone rang, an irritating buzzing sound. It was on the fourth buzz that he picked up.

"John Doe speaking."

As authoritatively as she could, Tiffany replied, "Hello, Mr. Doe. My name is Tiffany. I have some objections to my sister, Veronica, working for you; or at the very least, living with you."

There was a long pause on the other side, long enough that Tiffany wondered whether he had hung up on her. She didn't have to wonder for long because, after a few seconds of cackling, Mr. Doe came back and asked. "Might I ask why?"

She would have liked to have kept her point succinct. She really would, but after having had her arguments ignored by both her parents, Tiffany had enough. Words that she had wanted to say but had no one to tell burst out of her in a barely coherent deluge. They weren't well ordered or well organized, but she thought they got her point across fairly well.

You held the phone away from you as though it were a viper. Every so often, you would press it against your ears briefly to make sure that she was still there. You didn't want her to think you weren't listening and so you wanted to eliminate the dead space between her tirade and your answer. Honestly, you regretted ever asking her why she objected. It wouldn't make much of a difference one way or another.

You proved that when Tiffany stopped talking. Immediately, you replied, "Your points are very passionate. I disagree with them, but I can tell that you mean them and that you mean well." General enough to be applied to anything. "That said, I can't fire Veronica."

When she attempted to speak again, you raised your hand as though to quell her, even though there was no way she could see you. More effectively, you made repeated shushing sounds, which quieted her temporarily. Before she could try to speak again, you said, "Mrs. Devon, I have listened to you speak for the last," you glanced at the clock, "five minutes. Not once have I interrupted. I ask that you return me the same courtesy so that we can discuss this like civilized folk."

You got the feeling she wasn't happy, but she replied in the affirmative with a gruff, "Fine."

Taking that as your cue, you hurried to explain. "To join my- to gain employment with me, Veronica had to drop out of college. She didn't want to drop out without concessions on my end, however. Imagine this; I hire her today and she drops out of college. The spot that she just lost is filled up with another student. Then, next month, I decide I don't like classical music anymore and fire her. Can she get her spot back?"

Grudgingly, Tiffany answered. "No."

"No," you nodded. "Before she accepted my employment offer, she demanded that I draw up a contract. One that lasts five years and guarantee's that I pay her a hundred-thousand dollars and can't fire her during that time. She can quit, but I can't fire her. No matter the arguments you bring up, I can't do as you ask. I'm sorry."

A quiet moment passed as Tiffany struggled for words and you waited for her to speak. Eventually, she did. "Then what can I do?"

"Two things. Or one perhaps, given that they are related. In your passionate intro, you mentioned something along the lines of 'I don't know how you fooled my parents but I'm not so easily fooled.'" An amused smile crept on to your face. "Well, I could believe that. After all, I'd never be able to fool you, you're far too smart for that. So why don't you come over and have a look?"

"Have a look?"

"Have a look," you confirmed. "You can see for yourself that there is nothing nefarious going on. If you aren't convinced, then you can always try to convince your sister to quit. Remember, I can't fire her but she can still quit."

The response is immediate. "Done. When can I come over?"

"Whenever you're free. I'm available-"

"Now."

You pause for a second. Uncertainly you ask, "Now?"

"It'll take me four hours to get there, but I would like to have the visit be as soon as possible." Then, seemingly remembering that manners existed, Tiffany hastily added on, "That is if you aren't busy, may I please come over."

"Of course. I'll see you then." After exchanging some pleasantries, the two of you hang up. Immediately, you set off to inform Veronica.

You enter the music room without knocking. You had heard the sound of music playing long before you had entered the room, and sure enough, Veronica was present. The sound of you entering was enough to make her stop playing.

"Now?" she asked. Veronica sounded more amused than annoyed or irritated at being interrupted. Her hands go up to the hem of her shirt, a pure white, and begin lifting it as she walked towards you. "You normally wait until after practice to ravish me."

You hate to interrupt her, but as much as you'd like to see her in all her glory again, you needed to concentrate and an undressed Veronica was a distraction. Not that a dressed Veronica was much better- especially not this particular dress. You remembered pulling her skirt up and fucking her while she was still wearing it not three days ago. Still, you pin her hands to her side, stopping her from stripping.

When she looks at you with questioning eyes you reply, "As much as I'd love to, we can't. Your sister is coming in four hours."

"Wait- Tiffany is coming here?"

You look at her with open curiosity. "Do you have any other sisters?" Is she did, you would have to go and seduce them too.

To your disappointment, she shook her head. "Why is Tiffany coming here?"

"She wanted me to fire you." The sentence has the effect that you were hoping for. Veronica immediately lost her smile. A fire entered her eye and outrage filled her voice when she replied with a loud, "You can't-"

That was as far as she got before you cut her off with a kiss. "Wouldn't dream of it, my dear. You are indispensable." Why you thought that became clear to her when your hands went to her rear to cop a feel. Comforted, she leaned into you and murmured, "Then why is she still coming?"

"To convince you to quit."

Veronica scoffed, muffled slightly because she was nestled against your neck. "Fat chance of that happening." Every word tingled, but you managed not to flinch. Ignoring the discomfort, you replied; "Your sister seems to think that I have impure intentions towards you and that she has to protect you from me."

This earned a laugh from Veronica, one that you joined in. Teasingly, she whispered, "And do you have impure thoughts about me?"

"If I'm thinking about you, chances are my thoughts are impure." The fact that Veronica beamed at that showed just how effective your commands were.

A few more minutes passed like that. The two of you swayed gently as you held each other, neither of you quite willing to let go. Eventually, Veronica spoke, pulling away as she did so. "We should probably go hide the evidence. My clothes need to be moved from your room for starters, and we need to make my room look lived in, and-"

"What are you talking about?"

She blinked at you, confused. "We can't let Tiffany know that I'm sleeping with you; she'll never accept it. She'll be a right pain if she finds out. Isn't that why you told me? So we can coordinate our efforts to hide this better and come up with a cover story?"

"No," you replied slowly, stretching out the 'o'. "I'm going to seduce your sister. I thought I should give you a heads-up." Then, just to make sure, you added, "You're okay with this, right?"

Veronica burst out laughing. In between peals, you could make out the words, "Seduce Tiffany," said over and over. Quite frankly, you found it a bit insulting and it must have shown on your face, because when she stopped laughing, Veronica smiled at you and kissed your cheek. "Nothing against you," she said, "but no one has been able to seduce Tiffany before. I'm pretty sure she's asexual."

You file that way for later. "So she's a virgin?"

"I'd be very surprised if she weren't. But really, we should go about hiding the evidence and preparing for her visit. I most certainly can't be wearing this when she arrives." You could see why. Thanks to her terms of employment, Veronica had taken to wearing frillier clothing around the house. You doubted Tiffany would approve.

Still, you were set on your way. "I think we can both agree that it would be for the best if I seduced Tiffany. That way you can show her how a real woman-"

Veronica cut you off, the first time someone had done that while you were issuing an order. "You're not listening. I agree with you. You were right before when you said that I resented my sister. It might not be right, but I can't deny how I feel. I can't deny that the idea of having her in bed with us fills me with excitement. The idea of fighting her on a battlefield where I have more experience, where I am better..." Veronica trailed off dreamily.

You could imagine the rest of the sentence well enough. Tentatively, you asked, "What's the problem then?" And how could you use your powers to fix it?

"It's not a matter of if I want you to do something, it's a matter of whether that something is practical enough for me to gamble my career on. I don't think that you can seduce her. It's not a slight against you," Veronica added hastily in case you took offense. "It's just that I know my sister. She isn't the type of girl that you can seduce. Plenty of men and women have tried before. All have failed."

"None of them were me." None of them had your powers.

Your voice carried a sense of finality, absolute confidence that surprised Veronica. The surprise turned to resignation. "I can't convince you can I?"

You regarded her carefully. "How do you feel about a wager? Give me twenty minutes alone with her, and I bet that I can have her get into bed with us. If I fail, I double your salary to two-hundred-thousand dollars." You can see Veronica's eyes widen. Tentatively, she asked, "And if you win?"

You smile at her. "If I win, then you only have sex with me and the people I approve of. Permanently. You're mine forever." I was a worry that she would jump into bed with another rich man. After all, she was doing this for money, and little else. With this, you had cemented that she would never leave- could never leave you and sleep with someone else.

Veronica considered for a second, but her knowledge of her sister and the allure of two-hundred-thousand dollars sealed her decision. "Done."

Just to make sure that she stuck to the terms when you won, you added. "You won't go back on the wager when you lose, right?"

Veronica laughed. "If I lose, I won't go back on the terms. You know I won't."

Yes. Yes, you did. She couldn't after all- not anymore.

Shout-out: A massive thanks to my patron, MSquared, for supporting me. If you too would like to support me, you can donate at patreon.com/malkuthze