Ready for love

Taking the sisters back was a very quiet ride.

Well, I whistled happily a couple of times, but the backseat was very quiet.

Unsurprisingly, the pair didn't have a single word to say to each other. What a shame. For years I got used to the high-pitched giggling and mean-spirited gossiping between them.

I guess they didn't feel that joyful today.

In their current mental states, I didn't even want either one behind the wheel of the car. So I just, you know, basically shoved them to the backseat.

Naturally, to make things more fun, I didn't allow Janice to clean up one cumstain from her body.

Sure, she had to put her clothes back on and the doggy-trait was turned off again... But the freshly-fucked bitch still stank of sex. Cum had crested all over her hair, face and thighs. There was one splotch on her left eyelid, that she had trouble keeping open.

Michelle just looked out the window. I could hear her anguished breathing and sad moaning, but she did her best to pretend that the living cumsplosion that was her sister wasn't even there.

Janice just radiated impotent anger. She stared daggers at my neck and kept rubbing her sore ass.

I was quite rough with it.

Because, you know, I had to.

This was Janice.

Of course I was going to buttfuck her at least a couple of times.

No tailplug was going to stop from doing that. I shoved that thing in her mouth while I penetrated her asshole over and over again.

All in all... I'd say this was a very successful outing.

Both bitches were now in high nineties...

Wait, that probably meant... I should check the app.

Oh yeah. There it was.

My theory was correct. When my subjects have high enough points and I make them do something quite this intimate together...

I'll get a first glimpse of their relationship editor.

Congratulations! You have unlocked the RELATIONSHIP EDITOR between

MICHELLE REYNOLDS & JANICE REYNOLDS

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MICHELLE's feelings towards JANICE

Submission/Dominance = +10

Hate/Love = -33

Jealousy/Comradery = -55

Indifference/Obsession = +15

Sexual Repulsion/Sexual Attraction = -33

Janice is: SISTER

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JANICE's feelings towards MICHELLE

Submission/Dominance = -25

Hate/Love = -54

Jealousy/Comradery = -15

Indifference/Obsession = +15

Sexual Repulsion/Sexual Attraction = -95

Michelle is : SISTER

Hmm. Okay.

Things to note here: They really didn't have much love for one another right now.

And also... Janice felt **** sexual repulsion towards her sister.

Not that surprising, I guess. **** is a big deal.

It was almost -100.

Her sister, however... Hers was only minus 33.

Yeah, I know she was a devoted lesbian these days, but... She didn't find the thought of fucking her sister as disgusting as Janice did.

I wonder if this day did anything to make that number go up.

The kinky bitch.

You know... When I fully controlled these editors...

I might actually want to set both numbers at -100.

And then...

Hehe.

I just wanted to make that event really, really special.

Janice was unceremoniously dumped at her own doorstep. She waited for my car to leave before sprinting inside.

Hah. The bitch was probably afraid of turning into a dog before she got a chance to shower me off her body.

Well... it was justified.

I turned the HEEL-trait on a minute later.

Actually, I might need to do this a few times a day. I didn't want her dying out of hunger or something stupid if I left her on dog-settings all day. But I did want her to get used to crawling on all fours.

I made a few alarms on my phone to make sure to switch her every once in a while.

Michelle... Her I just took back home.

The sweat glistened on her needy body as I ordered her to finish all the housework and prepare me a fantastic dinner to make up for the awful picnic.

She didn't complain. Just nodded her head submissively and breathed very carefully.

Every breath of hers sounded labored. Almost like breathing too hard would break her sex-starved, mentally-frail body.

When she looked up to me... it was like she truly was another person now.

Those submissive eyes, actually listening my words with serious intentions... scared to displease me.

It got my dick hard again.

I'm not going to tell how much I wanted to just push her down, push her wet panties aside... No, that much should be painfully clear by now.

I was blue-balling myself with her... But it would be worth it.

It wouldn't take long to push her over the edge. This amount of housework should probably... hopefully do it.

Or maybe I didn't need even that.

Just as I was about to leave... she touched my arm.

She was the first one of us to actually break the "no-touch" policy that was set for this weekend.

"J-Jack..." she stuttered. "W-what you- we did with... with Janice... it... it was h-horrible... but..."

"...But what?"

"...but... but... but..."

"BUT WHAT?"

She sighed deeply.

"I... Ohgod... can you..."

She was so fucking flustered. Seriously. She just couldn't get the words out.

How could she still be so prudish after this morning?

Whatever. I didn't have time for this.

"I'm busy, I have other business to tend to. Try to formulate a sentence before I come-"

"Can you... just... f-fuck me too?"

...

Those words were as sweet to hear as it was to see the pained expression on my ex-wife's face to be **** to say them.

"...Seriously?"

A small, hopeful nod.

"Why?"

"I... I just... I need it. Jack."

I didn't have trouble buying her words. She was almost suffocating.

Her hand slowly caressed mine.

"So... What about Maddie?"

She swallowed. "It- We don't have to tell her."

"Really? So... So you'd be ready to cheat on her... with me?"

"...well... I mean... I cheated on you with her, so... so... I guess it, I don't know... kinda evens out?" she desperately stumbled through her words.

"But you were supposed to be a lesbian."

"I guess... I guess I must be bisexual then."

"No, you specifically left me because you claimed to be fully lesbian."

"I... I... I was wrong. Okay? Please, just... I... I really need-"

"You know what? I need to think about this. I can't just cheat on my best friend like that. So right now I'm leaning towards a definite 'no'..." it was almost comical how hard her face suddenly sank.

"But... Well, maybe I can be convinced. You've been a nice wifey for the most parts of this weekend and repented on your former mistakes. When I return here later today... There's a possibility we might do something. But you have to be really... I mean really, really convincing."

She sprang back to life. "I will... I promise!"

It was funny seeing how much joy this brought her.

That might have been the most genuine smile I ever saw on her face.

She had just seen me lay waste to her sister in the most terrifying way anyone could imagine, yet all she got out of it was that she was desperately thirsty for me to do it to her too.

The poor bitch was still probably thinking about some sort of loving, vanilla sex on my bed while I kissed her neck or something. Like we used to do.

She'd never get anything close to that ever again.

That ship had sailed years ago.

I left her standing there, still wearing that stupid smile as I exited the apartment.

It was time to let her tiny brains cook for just a bit more.

Meanwhile... I had to progress with Reagan.

I was parked outside my house, still thinking of a battleplan.

So... what the fuck should I do about Reagan?

...Let's really think about this.

There was one obvious checkmark in the near horizon. If I got Reagan to +50, I could erase a week's worth of memories from her head... Well, at least any memories that involved me.

So... Where would that put me? Reagan would forget all memories of me from last Sunday to this one. And, according to her words, she began tailing me nearly immediately after we met and that bathroom incident. And that was nine days ago at this point.

She definitely was following me last Sunday, because she told me about the stuff I did with Gretchen at that beach.

So whatever I did, unless I raised Reagan's score to +100... I wouldn't be able to erase the suspicion she had towards me.

Actually, if anything, that would probably make her more suspicious towards me. I mean she had to have made the decision to tail me, and then one week goes by and she suddenly notices that huge chunks of her memory are missing and she hasn't done anything about me?

No, if I wanted to fix this whole problem by tinkering with her memories... pretty much the only way to do that would be to erase everything including the bathroom incident. And that's not possible without +100.

So. What's the plan then? I can't let her go and I can't hold her indefinitely.

...

As much as it pained me, there really was no genius "solve-everything"-plan on the horizon.

I had hoped I would come up with some sort of novel solution during the weekend, but that hadn't happened.

There was the one and only thing I could do here.

To get her submission score up as high as I could and as fast as I could... and hold her in the dungeon as long as I could.

She needed to be trained. Big time.

Psychologically, I think I was on the right track.

I mean on Friday, I **** her to cum 30 times, and now she had gone two days without any type of stimulation. Comparing those two different ends of spectrum, absolute boredom, and sexual heaven, she'd probably choose the latter.

That would help me to-

...

No, wait...

I erased her memory of Friday... didn't I?

So... therefore... I... I also erased her memory of those 30 orgasms?

....

Fuck.

...

There goes that then.

It didn't really change much, but... Sigh. The hill to climb was ever more steeper.

...

Now... what traits did she have? Had I missed anything?

Hmm. She had the two. That one and... that one.

Should I...

Or maybe I could even...

Wait, I could use...

...

You know, why not. It's not like it would make things worse.

...probably.

I opened the dungeon door.

The good old creak woke up everyone in the room.

Reagan lifted her head off the table she had been tied to.

Huh. So Anne and Lana had changed her position at some point.

That was surprisingly brave of them. I guess the constant hanging had totally worn the bitch down and made her easier to move.

...actually, it probably wasn't healthy to leave her tied up for... god, nearly 48 hours?

...Well, at least she had that army experience to get her through that...

...whatever. It was still better than what she had planned for me.

Lana and Anna-Marie... they woke up from the corner they had been sleeping in...

Curled up, naked together.

Anna-Marie holding the head of Lana in her gorgeous busom.

How very nice. A wholesome scarlet sandwich.

Both of them looked ragged and tired as sin. It took effort from them to even rise up to the "kneeling ****"-position, but eventually managed to do so.

A long night, I suppose.

I wonder if Lana got her satisfaction by the end.

The pussies they presented did look very moist... and there was a strap-on next to them with almost a puddle underneath it.

Might have to quizz them about the particulars.

"Good morning, master!" the pair mewled nicely in sync.

Perhaps they even practised that one.

"Good morning sluts," I gave my cheerful reply and closed the door behind me.

"And especially... this slut," I said as I lifted the whip I held in my hand to Reagan's eye level.

I loved how her disdainful eyes quickly flickered with fear.

There was no need for her to be afraid, though.

It was time for love.