Sis Larisa comes to save Elisa

Since the blonde opted out of telling any heroic stories about you, she'll need her own special role in your little show. You put your arm around her shoulder and you walk her out of earshot of the others.

"Alright, Blondie, let's get some things in order. Would you rather spend the rest of the day acting like a crazed, **** out prostitute, or acting like an abusive pimp?"

A tiny tear forms in the corner of her pretty blue eye. "Why are you doing this to me? I ... I guess pimp? I don't understand though." She sniffles. You're kinda wishing you hadn't undone everything. You thought you needed a clean slate to set up this trap for 'Sis', but you also liked this blonde chick better when she was rubbing it out on the ground instead of sulking and whining.

"Sorry to put you through all of this, it's just that we're doing very important work, so I need to know, when Larisa gets here..." you ask the blonde a few more questions about her role to play. Along the way you also ask if she'd like to no longer mind strangers squeezing her ass or enjoy strangers groping her tits. At least this way you get to massage her titties while you set up your scene.

After a minute or two, you spy a Land Rover cresting the hill past the arboretum. It's going at least twice the speed limit. It's gotta be Larisa. She pulls into the park and drives along the pedestrian paths. As funny as it would be for her to get arrested or ticketed, you'd actually like to meet this hottie. Better to not push your luck with law enforcement just yet too.

The Land Rover, forest green, a recent year's model, is parked hastily. Engine still running, Larisa jumps out and runs straight to her sister. She's got the same tight, high ponytail as her photo did, but she isn't wearing a pink string bikini at the moment. Larisa is 5'7", slender and beautifully toned from head to toe. She's wearing red Pumas, green cargo capris and a pink cap-sleeved tee, all of this covering way too much of her for your liking. You'll ask some would-you-rathers about all those issues soon enough, but until then, you're anxious to see how your setup plays out, without too much active intervention on your part.

Larisa is comforting Elisa, who is still seated on the grass. Larisa is bent over with her little round booty up in the air. She looks over at you and nods, as if to say Elisa will be okay. She doesn't seem to see you ogling her ass. Just as well.

Feeling like you should be doing more than just standing there, you head to the redhead and put your arm on her back to comfort her. "Hey you silly slut," you whisper in her ear, "would you rather start crying and give me a big hug to feel better, or desperately beg Larisa for cocaine." She blinks at you with hatred in her eyes, and opens her mouth to answer. You think you've got her, but to your surprise, she answers your whispered query at the top of her lungs. "I'd rather cry and hug it out you motherfucking pervert!" She starts bawling.

You glance at Larisa, whose attention, along with everyone else's, has been called to you and the ginger, who is at least hugging you at this point. You're a little concerned that she's exposed you, though. Larisa gets up from comforting her sister and makes her way to you and the redhead.

"I heard what you did for my sister," she is smiling at you a little bit, apparently genuinely glad someone was looking out for Elisa. "I'd really like to make it up to you. Maybe we could take you out for din..." She's about to offer you thanks for your good deeds, but you're blocked by the blonde, who angrily stomps toward the group, yelling about her cut, or something. Apparently this elaborate setup was overkill, but it's going to play out anyway.

"You little bitch!" The blonde is towering over Elisa, gesticulating wildly and cussing her out. "You know you owe me, no less than $200 by my figures, and I know you've got it and you're holding out, so fuckin pay up you filthy whore or I'll have to make an examp..." She's cut short as Larisa tackles her. This babe is a track star for sure. She closed the space between them twice as fast as you could have! Now it looks like you'll get to find out if she's any good at wrestling.

The two are in a jumble on the grass, Larisa struggling to wrest control of the situation from the blonde, who despite being much less muscled, still apparently knows how to throw her weight around enough to make things hard for Larisa.

You sit back against a tree and enjoy the show. Larisa finally evens the score by grabbing a handful of the blonde's messy locks and yanking hard. The blonde shrieks and slaps Larisa open-hand across the face. The slap interrupts her, but a moment later she's back at it and fighting even harder. She draws back her arm and punches the blonde right in the centre of her tit. The blonde falls back off Larisa and she takes advantage of the opportunity to climb on top and straddle her, reversing their positions.

Larisa seems mostly in control now, delivering slaps and jabs to the blonde laid out underneath her, but then blondie surprises you in the most fantastic way. She threads both her arms inside of Larisa's, and grabs the bottom of Larisa's pink t-shirt. She yanks upward and pulls the top over Larisa's head, in front of her face, tangling her arms up above her head, and showing off her pink nylon brassiere and the tops of her plump little breasts.

Larisa hollers through the shirt, and is losing her composure. The blonde throws Larisa off and rises to her feet, but goes back down right away as Elisa tackles her out of nowhere. These sisters really have each others' backs!

Sadly, you can't come up with a way to use your power for immediate popcorn delivery, so you decide it's time to wrap this up. You quietly ask the redhead whether she'd rather help the sisters tackle and strip this blonde or try to strip both the sisters herself. She picks the obviously winning team and moments later she's kneeling on the blonde's shoulders, holding her arms down at the wrists, while Larisa sits on her stomach, and Elisa pins her ankles. The violent pimp is trapped. Unfortunately Larisa's shirt is back on for now too.

You approach the pile of women. A totally natural question first, "Alright Miss Pimp, I'm only gonna ask you once: Would you rather quit resisting and submit to these ladies' judgment or have them continue to hold you down while I call the cops and explain your line of work and how you attac..." You don't even get to finish this question.

"I'll stop," she says, and goes limp.

Elisa and the redhead look to you for what's next, but Larisa is already busy. She's gotten off the girl's stomach and, brushing off the dirt and grass, straightening her top, she says, "this bitch is craaaaazy! But thank you so much for everything you did for my sister. She's really lucky to have run into you."

It's hard to not laugh at the absurdity, but this chick is so fine that you control yourself. You're able to simply focus on your boner and what you'll get up to with these siblings, and you put on a solemn face and nod "it's nothing, I saw she needed help. I'm glad you called too." That last bit wasn't a lie; you're_ really glad _she got involved, but you still can't tell if Sis is really in love with you like the blonde chose.

"Well, what do we do about her, call the cops?" Larisa asks, serving up the ball for you to dunk it.

"I guess that's up to you, Larisa. Would you rather..." you draw out the words as you think hard about this opportunity, "turn the tables and make her whore all weekend and pay us the profit on Monday or use her clothes to tie her naked body to a tree with a sign that says 'free pussy' and just leave her there.

"Wow man, I was just gonna call the cops, or even campus police, but given the choice..." This is the way to do it! She doesn't even realize you're making her choose! This set of choices could easily have revealed you to be the bad guy, but now she thinks it's only fair since she's the one making the decision. Larisa squints and puts a finger to her scrunched up lips as she thinks about it. "Let's have her whore for our profit. It seems right considering she tried to pimp my sis."

'Pimp My Sis,' not a bad idea for a reality show, you think to yourself. Snapping back to it, you nod in agreement with Larisa's choice.

The blonde gets up and says to Elisa, "I'll call you on Monday so I can pay you. I guess... I guess sorry for attacking you like that."

"Fuck off, Jenny." Elisa actually using the blonde's name reminds you that before you got involved, these three were walking and chatting happily together. Now Jenny is walking off to sell her body for her friend-turned-enemy's monetary benefit. You grin at the lewd havoc you've spread.

Larisa brings you back to reality when she says "I'm gonna take Elisa home, get her a hot meal and a bath, I think. Maybe I could get your number so we can take you out for dinner sometime, to say thank you?"

For real? She's under the choice's influence for sure. You tap your number into her phone as you think about what this means for your situation. Larisa's attraction to you, however enhanced by the show these girls put on, is still rooted in the fact that the redhead picked it earlier. This kinda concerns you, since it means you have to keep all these interactions and consequences straight in your memory, which isn't easy or fun. When you were messing with these chicks earlier, for example, you set up a bunch of stuff like they had to masturbate until you left, but when you let them choose to forget everything, it seemed to cancel the effect. Wondering how firm your hold on these sisters really is, you decide not to wait for Larisa to call you.

"Lemme help you get her into the car." You and Larisa hoist Elisa up, and she stands weekly on her feet, shaken from the catfight, or maybe sore from the furious fingering she got up to earlier. Either way, still selling your story.

As the two of you walk Elisa to the back seat, she asks her little sister if she's ever heard about the time you helped her confront a skeezy Professor who offered 'extra credit' in exchange for 'favors'.

"It's okay, Elisa, you don't have to keep telling stories about my heroism." You actually wish she'd shut up.

"Yeah. Yeah I do." She replies, not probably meaning to be a pain in the ass, but pissing you off nonetheless. She's right though, you made her do it.

"Sorry, what I meant to say was, you gotta consider, would you rather sing my praises to your lovely little sister all night like you are right now, or just relax and rest unless we need you for something?" This way, you give her a way out and make her shut the hell up unless spoken to. You can't help but think you're getting better at this. You could ask Larisa if she'd rather eat shit or be your **** at any moment, but layering these insidious effects on these women is proving to be a new kind of fun...

Elisa is sprawled across the back seat, quiet and relaxed. Larisa is climbing into the driver's seat. "Hey Larisa, looks like you have this under control, but I'm here to help if you need."

"Thanks, John. I really appreciate it."

"So, would you rather I ride with you and help out, or let you get her home and just check in at your place later tonight."

"Wow, so sweet of you John." She steps down off the Rover's running board and plants a nice little kiss on your cheek. "Why don't you check in tonight, we'll hopefully be rested and recovered by then."

"Sounds good Larisa. Elisa's lucky to have such a great sister." You're feeling some satisfaction at having found a way to invite yourself over no matter what Larisa picked, but it vanishes as soon as you realized you've compelled yourself to do so... It's not necessarily a bad thing, since you can't wait to spend the night with these sisters, but it's a dangerous line to straddle.

"Hey, Larisa, I hope you don't mind, but I gotta ask you a question."

"Seems like you ask a lot of questions, John."

"Heh, yeah. Well..." it's just a normal question this time though, "...are you single, right now? You seeing anyone?"

Her plump, normally puckered lips are drawn into a wide grin and she shakes her head slowly. "Elisa's got a boyfriend but I'm still looking."

Elisa's been compelled to relax and speak only when spoken to, but she still hasn't been made to like you, or any of this, or even to act like she does, and you see a look of disgust across her face in the back seat. "Oh come on, Elisa." You want to be sure she doesn't fuck this up for you somehow while they drive home without you. "Jealousy doesn't look so good on your pretty face. Would you rather see me take an interest in your sister and just let a good thing happen, or cause yet another big scene and be the big sister who **** herself, tries to whore herself, and then on top of it steals men from her loving little sis."

You're pushing it. It's a weirdly detailed and hurtful question, poorly disguised. A little confusion registers on Larisa's face, but fortunately Elisa is compelled to choose, and responds "Ugh, I'll just let it happen." She plops her head down on the seat and really shuts the fuck up.

Larisa climbs into the seat and starts the car. She lowers the window and says "see you in a little bit."

You step onto the running board and steady yourself with your left hand on the window's edge. You reach in with your right hand and pull Larisa gently towards you, threading your fingers into her soft hair. She closes her eyes and you give her a way-too-brief kiss on the lips before pulling away and stepping down from the Rover, leaving her wanting it pretty badly.

She waves to you as she drives off.

You look around. Jenny's off at the edge of the street, showing the goods off to cars that pass by. It won't be long before someone picks up a cute little thing like her. Meanwhile, you're standing here with a curvy redhead whose name you still haven't learned, whose still got a little bit of your dried up cum on the back of her dress, and the sun is starting to set.

"Hey, so, what's your name?"

"Wow asshole. My name's none of your fuckin' business."

You've done and undone so much with this one already. You think back to your coding classes and find yourself wondering if the logic of your power is anything like flow and state machines you're dealing with in your studies. Like, does this power have a memory, or a buffer?

"Hey ginger bitch, would you rather unforget and uncancel everything I had you forget and cancel earlier or spend the rest of the week with one hand up your ass and one hand up your pussy?"

Can she even remember what you told her to forget enough to make an informed decision? One thing that's nice is people don't seem to be able to hesitate or contemplate your questions very long. She responds almost immediately that she'd rather revert the cancellation. Not a moment later, she's in a plank pressing her crotch into the mud and grabbing fistfuls of it as she writhes in the mud. She slides one hand down her stomach towards her crotch while the other repositions her bra to help her big ole titties spill out of it a little bit more than they were already. Slutty and humping the ground until you leave, she's required to spend the next two weeks in heat, or something like that.

She asks you, "Hey man, would you rather stand there and watch or help a girl out?" She is staring at your crotch while she plays with hers. You laugh because you don't have to answer her. Fair or not, that's how the world seems to be working.

"I'd actually rather destroy you a little bit harder." You can ask her a few more quick questions before you head out for some dinner.

"Would you rather change whatever your name is now to Gingerbitch and dedicate yourself to slutshaming other women while outslutting them yourself, or change your name to Scarlet Wetter and dedicate yourself to stealing men from every woman you meet.

She burst out into tears but still takes no more than a second or two to elect either of these terrible, long-term fates for herself.

"I...I...I...I'll choose... I'll choose Ging...er bitch....pfffhhhwaaaaaa" She starts weeping uncontrollably. She's still fingering herself.

"Good choice Gingerbitch, but before you head out and slut up the campus, would you rather give me your dress, or wear it over your face for the rest of the night?" It's an easy choice, and when she gives you the dress you simply toss the muddy garment over your shoulder. She looks great in stockings and undies, mud covered or not.

"Okay don't worry Gingerbitch, I'm pretty sick of you at this point so we're almost done. One last question."

"Oh my god no please no more questions man...I just wanna bump it with this dirt here and show off my body! Wait WHAT?! What did I do to deserve..."

"Hey, enough of that!" You pull out your phone and look up that bitch of a bully Naomi on MyPage. You show Gingerbitch the account and her photo. "Would you rather look up this chick and focus your slutshaming efforts on her, or simply stalk her in attempts to publish voyeuristic photos and videos of her?"

Gingerbitch is destroyed. You did it. She collapses on the ground and you barely understand her through the sobs as she agrees to slutshame Naomi even harder than other women. You've got a boner that's been bothering you for a while now and it's not like you can ask it if it'd rather deal with itself or just go away. You're sick of questions anyway.

"Hey Gingerbitch." She's crumpled up in the muddy grass with a few fingers in her cunt, and she looks up at you with makeup streaming down her teary face. "Suck my dick."

It's not a choice, so your power isn't exactly forcing her, but she's a desperately horny slut and simply doesn't even want to resist no matter what she thinks of you. She rises to her knees and gets to work on your cock, making sure to keep weirdly riding the ground as if it were fucking her.

Once you've launched your load deep into her warm, welcoming throat, you wipe your dick head off in her ruby locks and walk away. Once you're all the way across the street, standing in the parking lot of the shopping center debating where to get dinner, she finally quits rolling in the mud, and walks off to do your other biddings.

In front of you, the dusky parking lot is coloured by the lighted signs of the various eateries the Hola Street Plaza has to offer. Would you rather have all you can eat Chinese buffet or classic diner-style chili dogs and shakes? Would you rather coerce that woman leaving the convenience store to give you her groceries or ask the couple exiting the pub to let you have their carry out? Would you rather sip wine and watch the belly dancers at the Tapas place or recline on some pillows and watch the belly dancers at the hookah lounge?

Basically you're hungry, but as far as where to eat, you can do whatever you'd rather.