Tools to tame a monster

Ryan looked at Chris’s message. Missy had always been pushy, but this was a lot… She had never crossed boundaries like this, but she had never respected Chris’s to begin with. It used to be small things that pushed him out of his comfort zone; this, however, was on a different level. Did something happen with Giraffe to cause this? Luckily for Ryan, neither Giraffe nor Becky had found anything better to do than hang out in the canteen. “Becky and Will, do you want to go start a small campfire to hang out around instead of just sitting here?”

“Why isn’t it nice and warm here?” William protested, not seeing the point.

“Yeah, that’s true, but a campfire would feel more cosy.” Becky countered, hoping to drag the other along. “Why are we excluding Heather?”

Ryan glanced over at the named forceful woman, who had been warned not to push too much. “She isn't here, and you were here when she tried to assault me to extract information. That should be enough for me not to trust her, unlike Missy, whom you can control easily and remove if necessary.” He explained, heading out. Becky followed, but the coach didn’t.

When they were out of Heather’s earshot, Ryan continued. “You were correct in your actions with Missy. I am saying this knowing her and having gotten an update from Chris. That is also why I wanted to drag both you and Will out. I didn’t want to say this in front of Heather because I feared she would also assault Chris the moment he showed up. Missy found out that she could get points for kissing him and threw caution to the wind… Dumbasses, both of them. Chris should have known Missy always pushed boundaries; Missy should have known he wouldn’t let her. Chris will make his excuses when he gets here with Missy, but sorry for you being stuck with that bitch. We can also set it up in front of his cabin near my tent, but near yours might be more convenient.”

“Chris was right, though we should try to rehabilitate her… It won’t be good if the cage we build around the monster if the monster can get out with a wrong move. If we need that… it might be better to have her eliminated.” Becky said, looking at the floor, understanding that she might as well have said kill her.

“So, rehabilitation is the plan? Seems like a decent one, or at least build a cage she doesn’t want to leave as a backup. The cage doesn’t have to hold if she doesn’t want to leave… we sadly don’t have any other tools other than said cage.” Ryan thought for a moment… maybe, just maybe. “You collect some wood whilst I check something out.” He dashed off before she could answer.

Becky collected the wood and received a message from Ryan.

Wasn’t Pavlov’s dog a thing where a dog was trained to respond to a specific thing? Oooh, that could be the carrot we need.

We can work with that. We really can. This is about what I expected, but the stimulus is a simple phrase; it couldn’t be easier to do. Becky thought as she picked up the sticks. She saw two people approaching her from the cabin. Not fast but at a leisurely pace. They hadn’t seen her as she dropped the sticks a chunk away from her tent as they arrived at it. “Chris, Missy, I am over here.”

The two turned around and approached. “Sorry about flipping out over something I would end up needing to do myself. I should have realised Missy was being well… the woman I last remembered her being, not the rose colored glasses from before that.”

Becky grabbed his hand. “No, it isn’t your fault. All we were given are sticks… to teach you sometimes you need incentives for a girl to be good. Ryan and I conspired to get ourselves a carrot to train Missy with. He should have sent you the details.” The black-clad girl grabbed Missy’s leash. “You will not look at other people's phones.” She let go before continuing. “Please help me set up the fire.”

Missy understood she didn’t have a choice. So she did do it.

Chris read the message on his phone, and his jaw dropped.

“Good girl, Missy. Good job doing a thing someone asked.” He said, knowing full well it would activate her new transformation. She slightly quivered as she heard his words.

“What just happened? That is not how that is supposed to feel.” She held in a bastard, having been punished enough for that already. “Could you please explain?”

“Good girl, saying please,” Chris said to trigger it again before continuing to the actual explanation. She almost came from two that quickly in a row. “Well, Ryan and Becky had the genius idea to look for a transformation to help with your obstinate nature. Using these still feels wrong… but I prefer giving you pleasure for things I like you doing more than limiting your actions. As you might have figured out, two words said by me or anyone else give you pleasure. This pleasure forces your brain to associate it with a positive, and as a result, you are more likely to do it, or that is the idea.”

“So whenever anyone calls me a good girl, I will feel that?”

“No, when I do it is doubled. Good girl asking for clarification.” She had thoroughly soaked her panties now. She needed them quicker in succession to cum, but ohh, this was good.

“So I have officially become the harem's dog?” Chris nodded. No reinforcement this quick, huh… I need to cum, and I don’t want it to be at the hand of fatass. “Sorry for trying to assault you, Becky, and for calling you names.” She expected praise. “Why no praise?”

“You didn’t mean it. I know you, nice try. You would have fooled Will, with him not noticing you being super polite earlier. You are just not fooling me so soon. You pretended to be a lot more civil in the cabin as well.”

“Please, can you two prevent me from cumming by only words?”

“Good girl asking for what you actually want, but I kind of like the idea of you cumming from my praise. How should we solve it?” Chris pushed back whilst also hoping for actual consent; he hadn’t forced it out of her.

“I don’t mind you making me cum, Chris… I don’t want to cum because of a woman praising me. I… am afraid of what that would do to me, what that would make me.”

Becky grabbed the leash, not Chris. “You can only cum from Chris from now on. All others’ praise isn’t arousing in your mind, just pleasing.” Not fully having realised what she had said.

Meanwhile, Chris waited for his turn. “Good girl, explaining what you want. Good girl, listening to Becky. Good girl sitting there whilst she puts the command on you.” That last one did it as she came and fell back.

Received an Orgasm from Master (voice activated): +2 First-time bonus +6 (Missy)

“I will remove the wet clothes and put her in the sleeping bag. Ember, can you give Becky a hand? Also, Becky, maybe give her an end to that in case she wants someone to pleasure her?” None of the three had noticed Ryan had shown up. Turns out he had shown up after Missy had started to beg for pleasure by trying to bait good girls.

Ryan looked at his screen. “Wow, she shot up 8 from that good job giving her VP Chris, if that is what you wanted. It should help reinforce the reinforcement.”

“Wait, does my giving her an orgasm count?”

[Yeah, most sexual things do. That is a good, horny way of doing it. You might need to check the book if a different cause counts as a separate first. Eight is one of those where you could ask 3 as a base or 2 as a base. Causing Ryan to orgasm is also a good way to check.]

Taking a deep breath in and out, Chris walked up to Becky and hugged her. “Sorry for everything… I didn’t want anyone to end up here in this situation… Let alone with you being Missy’s babysitter for a significant portion or scolding you for using the leash. I should have trusted you… Tell me if I can make it up somehow.”

Hugged Master: First time bonus +1 (Becky)

“Give me a kiss on the lips, with tongue. I have gotten the other transformation, which should increase the time effectiveness.” Chris waited for her to finish and kissed her on the lips. Slowly, he tried to get his tongue in; she welcomed him in, and their tongues danced around one another for a moment before letting go.

Kissed master: +1 first time +2 (Becky)

“Now, how do I know how long it lasts?”

“We don’t all we know is that intimate sex is three days. That doesn’t mean it is linear, though. Medication in the body often has a half-life-like decay, but I have no idea what that period is or how it does it in this case. Ryan and I had best go,” Chris said, releasing Becky.

“If it is any consolation, the transformation said a cuddle a day. That might be good enough to maintain a level or to build it up.” Ryan added, hoping to comfort her. “Maybe you get an answer from Samson if you ask nicely.”

“Isn’t he the person who screwed over Heather?”

“Yeah, but he isn’t that bad if you treat him as a person, or at least that is my experience,” Ryan said before leaving her with the small pile of

“Can you ask Ember to light the fire? The wood might be a bit wet.” Becky asked, continuing with the small campfire. Chris and Ember obliged; it wasn’t much work and would bring her joy.