Ramona

Despite doing her best to hide from the surprisingly large amount of people at the mall, Moany just couldn't seem to keep herself focused on just the game. Her Bimbo Synergy were keeping her from thinking clearly, especially when she was horny. Moany consistently had to keep reminding herself to stay focused on the game, only for her to pass a hot dad or a skinny teen and instantly start drooling and giggling. However, after lots of trial and error, Moany was finally able to find a way to play the game; by hiding in a dressing room. Thanks to her excellent playing, she had just gotten another victory, and was able to cross off Goldilocks, ridding her of her stupid Bimbo synergy, Giggle Fits, and Dancing Queen. Now, she had whittled down all of her modifications to just a handful:

-Cheerleader (4/4): Sling thong with decorative skirt, heart shaped nipple covers. Pom pom buttplug, removal increases width. High pigtails. Face paint. All styled with fake school colors. 8 inch Ballet heels
-Act The Part: Move like a flirty slut when observed
-Inked: Degrading sexual tattoos
-Cold Front: Always stiff nipples
-Yes (Wo)man: Answers yes to questions about her actions or her opinion, compulsion to act on affirmative to person who say they are the boss
-Entitled: Must refer to self by appointed name. Will correct anyone who refers to her by 'wrong' name
-Old Faithful: Full lubrication at random intervals, no shorter than 30 min

Just as Moany was about to start up another round, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the dressing room.

"You've been in there awhile with not a lot of sound. Are you alright?"

"Yes!" Moany shouted back, completely instinctually. Realizing she should probably find somewhere else to seem less suspicious, Moany opened the door and stepped out to be greeted by a teenager, covered in Khaki and Polo, chewing bubblegum with a surprised expression when they noticed Moany's outfit.

"Ma'am, i'm gonna have to ask you to not wear such revealing clothing in our store. Could you please leave?"

"Yes!" Moany shot back automatically. She picked up her phone, deposited it between her jugs (to the teen's utter shock), and strutted out of the store. Suddenly, however, the handle to a leash appeared in her hand. She eyed it, suddenly very curious how it appeared in her hand. After all, she didn't get any punishments, and as far as she was aware, Sam still didn't have control over her.

Wait...did Sam play the game too!?

Moany gave the leash a light tug, and a muffled thump came from upstairs. A large, menacing grin spread across her face, curling with devilish delight. Time for some ****.

Moany started wildly running with the leash, holding it behind her like a child flying a kite. She held the leash handle aloft in her hand as she darted between the crowds of people, giggling genuinely as she fully realized the amount of power she now held. Moany sprinted for the escalator ahead, and stopped so that Sam could stand and walk down the escalator normally. Ever so slowly, Moany moved her way from under the escalator, and then jumped in front of it, searching for Sam. Although it really didn't take her long.

Sam was a legitimate mess; So much so that Moany almost started laughing. She had various naughty tattoos garnishing her face and body. She was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, complete with twin braids, covering her up just enough to make it very clear that her nipples were hard, her fingers were busy, and she, despite being utterly horrified, found herself being desperately horny. As Sam moved closer to Moany, Moany also spotted her thick red lips, her increased breast size, and some of her tattoos just being various requests to fuck her sideways. Sam's eyes darted away from Moany, obviously trying to reject the fact that this was real at all. Oh, it's real, alright. And it's about to get a lot more fun.

"Heya Sam! Long time no see! How's life treatin' ya?" Sam scoffed, obviously trying to avoid talking to me. I gave the leash a strong tug, causing her to fall into me. "Answer me."

"What am I even supposed to say to that!? My big knockers got even bigger, my pussy is constantly soaked, I'm dressed like a schoolgirl, and now you're controlling me! This day has taken a turn for the worse!"

Knowing how much both of us wanted to get out of this situation, I pat her on the shoulder...but knowing how much I wanted to take advantage of this state she's in, I pulled out my phone and started looking over the updated version of the app. The colors were far more muted than the normal edition, but various tabs had opened up to me as her "master". I checked synergies and noticed a few I liked:

-Head girl + Plump Red Pillows = Hot lips
-Head girl + Incontinence of the Mouth = Fixation Sensation
-Flashy moves + Jail Break = The Wet Look
-Head Girl + Flashy Moves = Sausage-fest
-Old Faithful + Jail Break = Pop-up Shop
-Keeping Your Hands Busy + Collared = One For The Master, One For The Dame

Whatever that last one was, it sounded delightful. I switched the synergy to that, and instantly I felt Sam's fingers on my own vagina. Except, her hands were still on herself. She hadn't moved an inch away from the escalator (which, considering how people were still staring at the both of us, we probably should've moved by now) and was still using only one hand to bring someone to cum. And yet, I felt that stimulation too.

Suddenly, Sam's phone buzzed. She instantly opened it up, but before she could start playing, I tugged the leash once more and scowled down at her. Fuck it, I'm taking advantage now.

"Who told you you could play this round? You're doing no such thing!"

"Are you kidding me? You're just gonna let me rack up three whole new punishments with no opportunity of fighting them!?"

"That's the plan."

"I was mean out of ignorance. This is just plain evil."

I snickered as I tugged Sam along with me towards somewhere other than the front of the escalator. As we made our way through the crowd, Sam clearly felt no more pleasure from the peering eyes. Only embarrassment and hatred. Although my situation was arguably just as bad, if not worse, Sam was clearly taking it harder. Good.

Finally, as we reached a table in the food court, the buzzing on Sam's phone stopped, and she checked her phone to see her new punishments.

"Read them aloud to me, Sam."

"Fine...It says...um...pierced, praying at the alter, and um...uh..."

"Well? What's the last one?'