Sabra's ex, Amanda de la Rue, of course

I pull Sabra in closer to let her look at my laptop screen as I pull up the profile in question: her ex-girlfriend, Amanda de la Rue.

"Her, Master?" Sabra asks, a bit surprised.

"What, do you still have feelings for her?" I know Sabra can't lie to me.

"Not really," she says. "I mean, I'd like it if you'd let me **** her to eat me out every now and then but you wanted her to go away, and so I'd much rather have her gone and you happy."

"Well, be a good slut-**** queen for my other slut-slaves and maybe I'll let you see her from time to time. But for now she's the perfect test subject, don't you think?"

"She's ideal. You already own her and you don't give a damn about her," Sabra agrees.

I flip over to the tab that lists the commands I've given her, and I select the one about not seeing me again. I change it to a command that doesn't have to be obeyed--can't have her running away as soon as I summon her--but which she knows was in effect previously. That should confuse her nicely about why I've brought her back.

Switching to voyeur mode, I confirm that she's not doing anything that she probably shouldn't be pulled away from--just sitting in a dressing room, looking at her phone--and tap the button to teleport her to my apartment.

Amanda looks around, obviously confused, before her eyes alight on Sabra and I. "Sabra?" she asks, shock in her voice. "And--and--" It's clear that she wants to insult me, but my ownership of her precludes that now. "I thought you told me to go away and never contact you again."

"I did. But that didn't mean I couldn't contact you if I didn't want to."

"Obviously," she says, a bit of bite in her voice. I don't care about that; she's not someone I want around anyway, so it's no skin off my nose if she gets snippy. "So then why did you contact me? Apparently you can just yank people away from whatever they're doing now. I guess something changed since otherwise you wouldn't have had to tell me to tell Sabra to come here."

"Things have changed," I confirm. "And you're the perfect test subject for some of those changes."

Amanda's eyes narrow. "What are you doing?" It's clear she wants to spew some choice invective but again, she's prevented from doing so.

"Well, just recently I found out that if I own someone, like you, I can alter their minds and bodies as I see fit from my computer. I don't want to try it on anyone I actually want to have around, so since you're just disposable to me, I don't really care if I fuck things up with you."

Hate flares in Amanda's eyes but she says nothing. I pull up some really cheesy music, the sort that a cheap, sketchy strip club might play.

"Now strip off. Make it sexy. Maybe I'll let you touch my cock if you turn me on enough." Starting the music, I sit back and grin as Amanda is **** to follow my command.

Amanda might not have had any experience with stripping that I knew of, and she hadn't done nude modelling that I'd found, but she is fit and limber, so she actually did manage to arouse me somewhat as she slowly took off the clothes she had been about to wear on stage. Her dress slid off her body as she pulled her arms out of the shoulder straps and uncinched the waist, leaving her only in a skimpy bra and panties. This might've been hotter if I'd caught her at a time when she was dressed more casually, but even I can't have everything, and it's still plenty hot as she spins around, wiggling her ass at us as she unhooks her bra, letting it drop to the floor while she peels off her panties. Finally, she turns back around, and I just laugh at her last-ditch effort of defiance in attempting to preserve her modesty, as she has one arm over her breasts and the other hand covering her pussy.

I don't even need to say anything, as Sabra barks, "No covering up in front of your King, bitch!" I wonder if she'd ever used that tone with Amanda while they were still seeing each other, because the other woman obeys with alacrity, and by the time she realizes that she didn't actually have to obey Sabra's order, I've already gotten an eyeful and she resigns herself to its not being worth her while to try to cover up again, as I'd just actually order her not to.

Pulling up the body editor, I take in the wealth of options i have to alter Amanda to my liking. Clicking her hair, I choose to alter it to a vibrant lime-green.

Sabra giggles at Amanda's already-ridiculous look, and various of the maids walking past stop a moment to gawk.

Crooking a finger, I beckon Gabby over to give me a blowjob while I continue to fuck with Amanda.

After turning Amanda's sclera light blue and her irises purple, I address the room at large. After all, if they're not going to be cleaning or cooking or doing any of the other things that maids should be doing--I make a note to myself to see to their punishment later--they might as well help me with Amanda.

"How big should I make her tits?" I ask generally.

"How big can you make them?" Isabel asks in reply.

I hold my mouse cursor over the "increase size" button on Amanda's rack for a while, then reset it to the default. "I don't think city-flattening is really a size I want to be giving anyone right now," I tell her. Isabel's eyes go wide and it's obvious she's getting very excited by the idea of someone having boobs large enough to crush a city. Whether it's because she likes outlandishly huge breasts, the idea of crushing a city under a body part, or perhaps both, is another thing I make a note to look into later; I'd pull up her profile and check her Fetishes tab, but I want to finish with Amanda before I do that.

Increasing the bust size setting again, I push Amanda into ranges normally only occupied by big-bust models with huge implants, and send the change her way. Without any corresponding alterations to her musculature, she grunts and doubles over in pain as her back finds it hard to take the weight of her new chest.

While I don't mind leaving Amanda in substantial discomfort like that, I do want to see her altered body from a more reasonable angle, so I click the "correct musculoskeletal system" button and immediately she's able to stand up straight, at least, though it's clear that she does not like having so much of her body weight concentrated in her boobs, as her legs are constantly shifting so that she can keep her balance.

"Looks like you need a little help there, Amanda. Maybe I should help you balance that out." I change a setting in the program and this time as I click on the button to inflate her ass, each change happens immediately, Amanda's butt getting incrementally bigger and bigger as I send bit after bit of growth into it, until it looks every bit as ridiculously massive as her tits.

Amanda glares at me, giving me a "Are you done yet?" look, but I just shake my head, starting to play around with other sliders. Her skin tone ranges wildly, her lips go from extremely thin to permanent duckface, her musculature goes from nonexistent to freakishly huge. I even confirm that I can simply give her more body parts that she didn't have before, which opens up whole new avenues of fun that I can think of exploring.

Once I'm satisfied that I can alter bodies without anything bad happening, I click the button to revert her to her original form. Amanda is panting heavily, the stress of having been altered so much and so rapidly clearly exhausting her, but I give her little time to recover before moving over to the mental side of things.

I start altering her emotions almost at random, making her love me, hate me, despise Sabra, desire Sabra, all at once. I make her straight, lesbian, bi but monogamous, alter everything about her that I can find before resetting her again. Amanda is clearly confused by the trip she just went down, but fundamentally she's still none the worse for wear, so I file that under the category of success.

"What do you think that does, my Lord?" Sabra asks, gesturing at a button labeled, "Direct Mental Control".

I pull up the help tooltip and my eyebrows rise. "Looks like I'm the only one who can determine whether this is safe," I say. I explain to the room what's supposed to happen, and immediately everyone other than Amanda, Lucy and Satin chimes in to volunteer.

"If this works, I might try it with you later," I tell them, before clicking the button.

Instantly I find myself looking at myself looking at myself. It's a bit confusing at first, but I guess that weird guy who set this all up made sure that I wouldn't get too disoriented, because I soon find it simple to control both my own body and Amanda's. I can directly access her memories and, further, I can hear her inner voice, now reduced to nothing more than screaming futilely at me.

"You bastard," she says as I feel up her boobs, the unique sensation pushing me over the edge of orgasm, my new pussy clenching and my cock blasting another load in Gabby's mouth. "You were just using me to get to Sabra, asshole. That's all you wanted, you never cared about me." I just let her rant as I finger her cunt.

"Oh yeah, as if it weren't enough to **** women in your own body, now you get to invade us and feel us up directly, is that it? You sick fuck." I took that as a compliment, of course. "I hope you get what's coming to you some day."

Meanwhile, I set up my phone's camera to record Amanda doing a little song and dance. Nobody would be able to tell that it's actually me doing it, of course. "I'm Amanda de la Rue," I sing, making up a silly tune as I prance and twirl about, pinching Amanda's nipples, frigging her clit, and slapping her butt, "and I don't even have a clue!" I continue my stupid ditty for a little longer, making sure that the accompanying video is thoroughly explicit, before ending the possession and letting Amanda have control over her body again.

Using the passwords I'd taken from her mind, I schedule uploads of the videos to all of Amanda's social media accounts and order her not to change that. I claim various policy-makers at those companies and order them to make sure that their terms of service would be changed to allow stuff like it to be posted.

"You about done ruining my life?" she asks.

"What life?" I tell her. "You're a woman. Your life is only good insofar as you use it to serve men. Or, now, one man. Me. Just like every other woman." Her eyes scream at me that I'm a monster, evil incarnate, but I just send her on her way, having no way of teleporting her back to that dressing room--besides, she'd missed the event already--and reinstate the command about not contacting me.

"You know," I tell Sabra after Amanda left and the maids had, once again, gone back to their usual duties, including Gabby, who was now performing them with a huge smile on her cum-smeared face, "I was so busy trying to figure out how to get you that I never checked up on my friend Dave."

Sabra snuggles up closer as I pull up Rosa, one of his girls that we'd shared. Going over to the Ownership Status tab, I look at the list: it lists Dave as her Primary Owner, and nobody under Secondary Owner. Clicking on Dave gives me a list of all of his captures, and it seemed he'd been content with just the two, Rosa and Bree.

I actually hadn't tried claiming anyone I knew was already claimed by someone else, so I click the Claim button on Bree. A pop-up message appears, asking if I want to claim her as her sole owner, removing Dave as Primary Owner entirely, as Primary Owner, leaving Dave as Secondary Owner, so that Bree would still have to follow his commands unless they conflicted with mine, or as Secondary Owner. I click Cancel instead, not especially wanting to deprive my friend of one of his only two captures, especially when I knew he was already willing to let me fuck them even before I could threaten to claim them myself.

Hell, I'd let Dave bang anyone I'd captured. Even Sabra would probably need reminding every now and then that she's just a woman and that puts Dave above her.

Switching to voyeur mode again, I see that Dave is playing with Rosa's boobs while Bree sucks him off. His phone is on the table, the Ultimate Dating App--no longer especially functional for him--open.

Picking up my own phone, I give him a call.

"Hey, Dave," I say when he picks up.

"Oh, Greg!" he says, a bit breathlessly as right then he busts a load in Bree's mouth, and his two girls switch positions. "Um, hey, bud, tell me: have you been having issues with the App? I can't seem to swipe right on anyone any more."

"I know what's happened," I tell him. "How about you come over here, bring Rosa and Bree with you. I'll send someone to pick you up. I'll explain what I know."

"Will you let me fuck one of your girls?" he asks.

"Sure, just as long as you let me use Rosa and Bree," I promise. Not like I don't have more than enough to go around.

"No problem," Dave says, and hangs up.

"Lucy," I say, turning to my silent bodyguards, "take the limo and pick up Dave, Rosa and Bree, and bring them here. Satin, go with her and make sure you give Dave whatever pleasure he wants."

Lucy heads for the door, but Satin stays in place. "I'm sorry, Master," she says, speaking for the first time, her voice, quite in contrast to her appearance, being an angelic, lyrical soprano, "but that conflicts with prior orders."

Turning back to my laptop after gesturing at Lucy to stop just as she's about to open the door, I pull up the pair. Under the Ownership tab, I'm listed as Secondary Owner, with the Primary Owner's name just being a string of glitched characters, and under the Commands tab, I can see the few I've given them, but the rest are, as with the name of their Primary Owner, glitched and unreadable.

"We have certain overriding priorities, Master, as you know," Satin continues. "While we can teleport to your side should you be in danger, if Lucy is driving and I am pleasuring Dave, that might conflict with our imperative to protect you. Therefore, my orders dictate that I remain while Lucy collects your guests. If you prefer, Lucy can remain while I collect them."

There's little to choose between them, so I just wave Lucy out of the apartment. Satin, her face as impassive as ever, moves back to her corner, resuming her silent, watchful vigil.

When Dave arrives, he walks in, ushered by Lucy, with Rosa and Bree on his arms. He's clearly pleased about having been in a proper limousine, but somewhat shaken at just who their chauffeuse was.

At my gesture, my maids pull in a comfy chair for Dave and cushions for his two women. I direct Jezebel, Savannah and Freya to get to work on Dave's cock and balls, while Caitlin and Binita I order to get into lustful sixty-nines with Rosa and Bree respectively.

"So what's up, dude?" Dave asks once he's settled into having his dick sucked and his balls tended to by three women each hotter, and probably more skilled, than his captures.

"The App doesn't work any more, Dave," I tell him, "since the guy who made it decided that there should only be one person who got to use it--the guy who captured the hottest woman with it." I hug Sabra close as I finish, and recognition dawns in Dave's eyes.

"So now, any unclaimed woman you can get to swipe right on you, you get, and the rest of us will just have to be happy with who we got?"

"No," I correct him, "I can claim anyone, no matter what they want. Even if they've already been captured by someone else."

"The fuck, dude?" Dave says. "So, you could just take Rosa and Bree away from me, like that?" He snaps his fingers for emphasis.

"Take them away, release them, give them to someone else. If I own them I can alter their minds and bodies, take control of them, basically do whatever I want with them. And it's not just women, I can do it to guys, too."

That makes Dave's eyebrows shoot up. "Dude, you're not..."

"Nah, not unless you do something to really piss me off," I assure him. "I'm mostly just claiming guys if they're CEOs and that sort of shit. Probably I'll start getting them to set me up with high-paying, do-nothing jobs."

"Fuck, dude, I wish I'd paid more attention to the thing while I still could. Rosa and Bree are just two firecrackers in the sack so I thought I couldn't handle any more."

"Hey, don't worry, I can order them to set you up with a nice income, too. Maybe even send another girl or two your way."

Dave blows his load in Jez's mouth and she swallows. "I guess that's about as much as I could ask for. But, y'know, a thought just occurred to me."