Why should it end?

(Hi! I want to write some of what Greg might do after winning the contest, since I think there's a good deal that could be explored there, now that he's got the ability to capture anyone he likes. Maybe he'll even be able to do more than just capture them.)

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I just smile back at Elijah and leave the club, Sabra on my arm, feeling like I've just won the biggest jackpot in human history.

Because, after all, I have.

When I get outside, there's a stretch limousine that hadn't been there before, and the bouncer's nowhere to be seen. The door opens as I approach and Sabra and I get in, only to find ourselves face to face with one of the bouncers.

She says nothing, however, and I can see the other one in the central rear-view mirror. The car starts soundlessly and we drive off.

I feel a vibration from my pocket and pull out my phone to see that the app now shows the profile for the woman sitting across from me. My finger hovers above the screen, ready to swipe right, but then I hesitate as Sabra coughs slightly. I turn to her.

"My Lord, are you... sure this is wise?" she asks hesitantly.

I give her a glowering look, but after all, I had selected her to be my queen. Sure it was because she's one of the hottest women in the world, but listening to her advice every now and then probably wouldn't hurt. I gesture for her to continue.

"She's, well, she's that man's, isn't she?" The bouncer's face remains impassive as Sabra speaks about her. "Might he not get angry if you were to do something with them?"

Fuck. Sabra's got a point. I don't want to do anything that would lead to that guy giving the prize to anyone else.

But even as I think that, something else pops into my head, and I can't tell if it's my thought or not: if I shouldn't be able to capture these two, they wouldn't be here at all.

Taking a deep breath, I swipe right on the first profile. The second bouncer's profile appears and I swipe right on that, too, all while looking the huge woman sitting across from me square in the eyes.

Nothing changes about her expression.

Then my phone vibrates again.

"Congratulations!" the pop-up message reads. "You've claimed my little gift for you. Well, my first little gift. I've sent you my two pets as, among other things, bodyguards. While the safety features of the app will remain in place, there may be some rather annoyed former users, or some other people who just so happen to hear about it, who might want to try to take it for themselves. So I'm taking a few precautions now against that happening. Aside from a few commands, like ensuring your safety and one or two other things, they're yours to do with as you would anyone else you've captured. From one sick fuck to another, happy capturing!

"P.S. I know you enjoy breaking your new slaves' minds--I certainly enjoyed watching you do it!--but do not attempt to do so in this case. It will gain you nothing and be thoroughly ineffective. They are already thoroughly subservient to you and will obey all your commands without hesitation except where they conflict with the few priorities I have given them."

The pop-up closes and I look at the profiles tab on the app. I sort it to start with my most recent captures, and flip from one to the other. They might almost be identical twins, but I can tell them apart. The huge woman sitting across from me is Lucy, and the driver is Satin. My lips quirk in a rueful smile.

Sabra notices my expression as I pocket my phone. "What is it, Lord?" she asks.

"Oh, nothing important," I say before turning back to face my new bodyguard. "Lucy, give me a blowjob. Nice and slow. And swallow every load I bust in your mouth." If I couldn't mindbreak them, I might as well start taking advantage of them.

Lucy silently obliges, kneeling in front of me, her fingers, far more dextrous than they appear, unbuttoning my pants, and she fishes out my cock, gently stroking it partly erect before slowly putting it into her warm, moist mouth.

It's all I can do to keep myself from filling her mouth with semen right then and there, but I hold out until she deepthroats me, at which point I do fire my first load of the car ride down her gullet. Something's given me a degree of supernatural endurance, though, and Lucy dutifully continues to pleasure me, even as I slip a hand under Sabra's dress to fondle her boob, and she leans into my arm in response.

Between the blowjob and the fondling, I lose track of time, and it's only when I blast my sixth load of the ride into Lucy that my dick wilts a bit. Lucy slowly removes her mouth from my shaft, gently tucks it back into my pants, and leaves me looking as presentable as I was when I got into the limo. The door opens and Sabra and I get out, Lucy and Satin falling into flanking positions behind us.

My girls are busy at their assigned tasks, but all of them pause as I walk in with their queen at my side and two huge women behind me. Silence hangs in the room for a moment as I walk over to the couch and sit down.

"My Lord?" Jezebel asks hesitantly.

"Yes?" I reply.

"What... happened?"

Remembering my first visit to the club, I gesture at Brooke. "Explain to everyone what happened at the club that night," I order her, and she does.

I pick up where she left off, explaining how I thought I had no chance of winning the contest, how I used them to ensnare Sabra, and how I ultimately won, giving me the full power to enslave anyone I wanted.

All my girls look incredibly pleased at how they played their part in ensuring that I, their Lord and Master, would not only be able to keep them but also be able to add to my collection at will, and I gesture them back to their tasks while I snuggle up with Sabra and open my laptop to relax with a game before deciding which of my acquisitions I'll fuck tonight.

But after I turn it on and everything finishes loading, instead of going into my game, a program pops up, looking nothing so much like a PC version of the Ultimate Dating App.

Once again, there's a message to accompany it.

"Once again, congratulations on winning the contest!" it reads. "As the sole user of the Ultimate Dating App, it has now been unlocked for your use on any computing device you use. Due to size and interface constraints, the phone version has only limited functionality, but the PC version is much richer and contains many functions inaccessible through other interfaces, in addition to the features to which you're already accustomed."

The program then takes me through a quick tour of the new features, including editors for various properties, such as minds, bodies, and ownership status, a voyeur feature that will let me spy on anyone in the world, and a button that will let me teleport anyone I have captured to my location, or let me go to them. There's even a tab where I can look at--and alter--the list of commands I've given someone.

"Brooke!" I shout.

"Yes, sir?" she replies promptly.

"Get me a computer, the absolute best money can buy, as fast as you can get it. Spare no expense at all on the parts. If capturing anyone would make this go faster, let me know." It wouldn't be bad, I thought, to capture some people who currently wielded power in society. I could order them to do things and thus work my will on the world without being seen to do so. Some higher-ups in tech companies were as good a place as any to start.

"The rest of you, help her out," I direct. "Except Binita." I even shoo Sabra away.

"Me, Master?" my very first capture asks.

"I want to give you a reward. After all, without you swiping right on my profile, none of this would even be possible."

Binita beams, and I order her to undress me and put my tux away neatly before I bend her over and fuck her ass roughly.

"Fuck!" she screams, a mix of pleasure and pain in her voice. "Fuck this worthless slut's useless ass! Pound it until it's red and raw and then spank me for not being able to please you more, Master!"

"The spanking can wait, Binita," I tell her as I blow a load up her butt. Caitlin passes me a list of names, and I pull them up on my laptop to see detailed biographies. They all look like people it would be useful to have under my control, so I click the button to claim each of them in turn, and send all of them a message: "Take all steps necessary to ensure Greg Jones receives his new computer as fast as possible. Forget this."

Apparently my girls did their research well, because Jez says, only a few minutes later, "My Lord, your new computer will be here in the morning."

"Excellent," I tell them, waving them back to their tasks. Sabra sits down at my side again as I bend Binita over my knees.

Smack!

"That's for begging me to spank you. You should know that a good slut never begs of her own accord."

Smack!

"That's for not lasting longer when I fucked you."

Smack!

"That's for trying to talk your way out of my orders when I first captured you."

I let Binita go back to her cleaning after only the three spanks.

"I think I'd like to try some of these new features," I muse to Sabra.

"Like what, my King?" she asks.

"Well, I'm interested in trying out this body-morphing part, maybe the mental alterations, too, but..." I trail off, actually feeling a little embarrassed at what I'm about to admit.

"But what, my King?" Sabra asks, massaging my cock lightly. It stirs to life again under her gentle touch.

"But, well, I care about all of you too much to risk losing one of you to a mistake I might make."

"Sounds like you need to capture someone you don't care about, Master," Sabra says.

My eyes light up. I know exactly who my guinea pig will be. I won't even need to capture her.