Strip club.

Before my mother exited the bedroom I block her path and says, "Mom, stay where you are and remain quiet."

"I knew something was strange about you." I said to the person who requested my mother to be an escort and begin to threaten, "You're forbidden from visiting this website, or I'll make your life difficult. Understand?"

"That's a lot of confidence coming from someone who's hiding his identity during broadcast," The viewers amusingly chuckle and I display my face while saying, "I'm not hiding, Richard Thomson. Forty-six years old, married with three children. Live at Crountryroand Lane."

"How did you get my information?" Richard asked with a fearful expression and I say, "I have my sources."

"You have no idea who you're messing with kid," Richard said, but when gazing at my demeanor there are signs of a malicious tendency.

"What are you after, money?" Richard asked and I grin at his nervousness while saying, "I don't need money. I only fuck the slut on cam as a hobby. But you're trying to advantage of my mother."

"If my Intel is correct, the **** is called Nerotex, and you're the person who manufactures the substance." I said and display his family's photos on the screen, "Your wife and daughters are attractive. Would be a shame if something happen to them." Chuckles, "Sadly, your youngest is only eight, but if she starts flirting at an early age. She'll grow up to be a nymphomaniac."

Richard immediately unplugged the cord, but Master Pc kept his computer supplied with electricity due to my instructions.

"What the fuck?" Richard wondered and I smirk at his confusion, "Nice try Richard, but you're not off the hook that easy."

"What can you possibly do, punk?" Richard exclaim and I sneer at him while saying, "In a few minutes. You're going to the living room and slaps your wife's face until there's signs of blemish."

"That's absurd, I would never do something like that to my wife."

Richard convinced himself Tom's threat is unfeasible, but then proceed to follow Master PC instructions.

Richard returned with a terrifying expression while asking, "How the fuck you're making me **** my wife?"

"You ruin a lot of lives manufacturing those ****. So...you have a choice. Select one family member to suffer for your crimes." I said and Richard murmured, "I can't...."

"If you can't decide. I'll make them my sex ****." I said and Richard begin to negotiate, "Don't be hasty. I'm sure we can work something out."

I Ignored Richard's **** negotiations and head towards my room. I sat down and had taken a moment to contemplate a suitable punishment. Soon, I begin typing on Master PC.

Richard doesn't care about his family and file for divorce. When everything is finalized in court he will move to North Korea.

"Mom, I'm thinking of starting a harem." I said and told her to view the monitor, "They're attractive. Don't you agree?"

"I'm not a lesbian, dear." Heather said but give an honest opinion, "But they are pretty. However, it's inappropriate to have a relationship with the youngest daughter."

"Mom, I'm not going to make her part of my harem. But I will turn her into my personal maid. You know....cleaning up the room, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, and mowing the lawn." I said and Heather gaze at me with discontent while saying, "Seriously dear, you're going to make an eight-year-old mow the lawn?"

"That last part was a joked," I sigh at her lack of humor, but then chuckle at the possibility, "You never give me a puppy when I was a child, mom. Maybe I should turn her into an actual little bitch until she's old enough."

"I didn't lose my sense of humor." Heather snarls at me and then says, "The thought of an eight-year-old mowing the lawn is rather funny. But can you stop being a delinquent, and treat her like a normal human being?"

"You're such a stick in the mud, mom." I whine and then ask out of curiosity, "By the way, mom. I have a question for you. If I return your emotions to normal. How would you punish me?"

"I can't answer the question, dear. Because you eliminated my anger, fears, and morality." Heather explained, but Master PC only kept the emotions dormant within her soul in case changes are needed.

"Hmmm....can you explain the punishment without using those emotions?" I asked and Heather caresses my cock while saying, "This part will be missing." She slides her fingertips towards my chest and resumes, "Your heart will be broken." She soon traces her fingers against my neck, "And you'll probably need stitches here."

"That's not a punishment. You're thinking of...." I nervously mutter and Heather pressed her finger against my lips while explaining, "You made me conceive sextuplets, and there are several incidents that occurred on webcam, from doing ****, smoking pot, and drinking ****. Not to mention, you order me to suck my boss's cock for a promotion. Should I continue to list every single mischief you cause?"

"Ummm...note to safe. Do not return my mother's emotions." I mused and Heather grinned as she says, "For your own safety, dear. I'd be wiser to keep me this way. However, you did make me a supportive mother and offered solutions when needed. There is another way to return my emotions without me trying to harm you."

"Really?" I asked and Heather purrs in my ears, "You can remove my memories of the incidents."

"Why didn't I think of that?" I softly chuckle and my mother says, "Because you're too busy plotting ways to sexually abused my body, and didn't put much effort into a backup plan."

"You make it sound like I'm an idiot," I sigh and Heather softly chuckles as she says, "No, you're just naive, dear."

"Well...the night is still young." I grimace at my mother and then instruct, "Put on something whoreish. We're going to a strip club."

"You're seriously thinking of having me dance on stage for money?" Heather complained and I say, "You can be a stripper or a prostitute. The choice is yours, mom."

"If I have my emotions. I would be furious at you right now." Heather said as she made her towards the dressing cabinet to get changed.

We arrived at the club, and the place is a complete wreck. Broken beer bottle on the driveway. Graffiti on every side of the corner, and the police just haul a couple of people off the property due to fights. However, once we made our way inside, it was well-maintained.

"How much do you guys pay for one night of dance?" I asked the manager and then push my mother forward, "Because this slut looking for work."

The manager lingers at my mother's alluring body and replies, "I'm willing to pay three hundred, and she gets to keep every tip." He leads me to his office and resumes, "We do have private rooms for a lap dance. Of course, touching isn't allowed unless she gives permission."

"Miss. Can you wait outside for a moment?" The manager ushered, and I nod at her to follow his request.

"Tell me, sir. Are you her pimp?" The manager asked and I wickedly grin while saying, "Not exactly, but she's very faithful to me."

"I see...." The manager pause for a moment and then says, "We do have a private room that offers sexual releases. Of course, the room has no regulations, and we don't take any responsibility. However, if you're willing to accept the risks, I'll give you a sixty percent cut."

"Rule isn't necessary. I could make the slut do anything." I softly chuckle and the manager says with enthusiasm, "We could make a fortune with a hot bitch like her."

"Sorry to ruin your excitement, sir. But she is only here to dance." I said and the manager slouch on the chair with disappointment as he says, "That's ashamed. She could easily earn twenty grand whoring herself for one night." He gives me his business card, "The slut lucky to have you for an owner. Not many will treat their properties with respect. If you ever change your mind. Give me a call."

The manager strangely glances at me and then asks, "I'm assuming you don't want her having intercourse. But is touching acceptable?"

"Touching is fine as long it's not abusive." I replied and the manager grinned as he says, "Awesome young man. I'll put that on the announcement. One last question, do you want to give her a surname or use her actual name?"

"You can use her real name, and it's Heather," I said and the manager lead me to the Vip seats.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We have a special treat this weekend. Please give applause to Heather Smith. But don't let her innocent appearances fool you, she's a deviant slut that'll allow you to fondle her body for money."

The music begins to play and Heather leans against the pole as her legs rise upward. Soon, she seductively crawled toward the men as she teasingly curl her lips.

"Give the twins a good squeeze, baby," Heather whispers to one of the customers and he instantly gives a twenty.

Heather widely spread her slender legs as she displays her clean-shaven cunt and says to the other gentleman, "The bank is open for business. Do you want to make a deposit?"

The man realized he accidentally give a hundred and Heather slap his hand while saying, "Sorry....the bank isn't accepting withdrawal, but there's a reward for being a loyal customer." She passionately his lips and says, "Hope you come visit us again." She teasingly slides her fingers across his cheek, "We might accept foreign currency next week, and there's a special prize. Sadly, there can only be one winner."

Everyone cheered at my mother's performance. Unfortunately, some became aggressive and the bouncer threw them out. Of course, she doesn't have any morality and probably allows him to continue. Perhaps, I need to change a few settings when we return home. For now, I'm having a good time drinking. When Heather's time was over on stage the manager lead her to a private stall to give customers a lap dance.

"Your mother a good dancer," The manager said as he give me a bottle, "This one on the house."

A few minutes later I became dizzy and rest my head on the counter. The manager used this momment to close up the establishment, and attempted to convince Heather.

"Normally, I don't do anything without my son's approval." Heather said and the manager grin at as he says, "Your son won't be able to wake up for a few hours. So...it just you and a couple of my associates." He move in closely to caress her breasts and say, "Come on, it's only for one night."

Heather wanted to disagree but with her morality disabled, she unable to make proper decisions.

"Alright, just for one night." Heather replied and the manager sadistically grins while asking, "Some of the customers might be aggressive. Can you make an exception?"

"Very well," Heather simply replied as she discard the undergarment, "They can make any requests. From illegal ****, physical contact, and even getting me pregnant."

The manager evilly smirks at her last statement and amusingly says, "I would love to over breed you like a proper bitch."

"If you desire," Heather replied and the manager is dumbfounded, "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Heather replied again and the manager whispers a mischievous request.

"What you're asking is dangerous." Heather struggles to disagree, but her tampered emotions takes control, "Your request can't be accomplish."

The manager chuckles as he leads Heather to a private room, "I'll think of something. Hopefully, everyone here gets a chance to knock you up." He gazes at her firm abdomen and asks, "Can multiple conceptions be excessive?"

"I presume you want to ruin my body as soon as possible. Correct?" Heather asked and the manager mischievously grin while replying, "The **** in your son's bloodstream should keep him asleep for at lest three hours, and I wanted it done before he wake up."

"There's a way to immediately have symptoms, and the pregnancies end within thirty minutes." Heather said, but her fragile soul scream for Tommy to rescue her.

"How?" The manager asked and Heater explain, "My son, set one percent chance for each ova to create an infinite amount embryos. However, I'm forbidden to explain the cause of this percentage. Still, if you manage to bypass the one percent, and somehow change it to one hundred percent. My womb will be filled with countless embryos."

The manager is intrigued by the possibility and asks, "Your stomach will rapidly expand until it can't get any larger. Correct?"

Heather glances away while replaying, "Yes, my stomach will definitely be heavy."

"I don't know if you're joking, but I'll play along." The manager presume it's some kind of a wired role play and than asks, "Is it possible for you to bypass the setting?"

Heather didn't want to reply but her lips automatically reveal, "My son didn't set a command preventing me from changing the percentage myself. How much do you wish to increase?"

"How much is the maximum input?" The manager asked with anticipation and Heather replies, "One hundred percent is the base limitation. But in theory, you can escalate the conceptions even further by setting a higher percentage."

"Why are casually telling me this?" The manager asked with suspicion and Heather replies, "I have no morality. If you asks me to do something harmful, my mind will registers it as a normal request."