You take control of the situation.

You place your hand against her chest and push her back, moving with the diminutive girl until her back hits the wall. It surprises her, and her eyes are wide, mouth open as you continue to press against her, pinning her so she can't move. So she likes being dominated, huh? Let's see if I can give her exactly what she wants, but this time I'm going to be fully in control of my actions.

"Well first," you tell her, "I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours like a fucking beast. Your mouth was very sweet but I didn't get enough of you earlier, and my cock is getting stiff again. Why don't you be a good fucking whore, get down on your knees and take off my shorts so you can see exactly how hard you've made me."

The initial shock disappears and, as your words penetrate Caroline's mind, lust replaces it almost entirely. You can feel her lungs taking in great heaps of air beneath your fingers and her thighs wiggle beneath her schoolgirl's skirt, rubbing together as she feels her pussy nectar begin to flow. She licks her lips, her cheeks flushing with anticipation.

You let go and without hesitation, the petite girl follows your commands. Her small hands grab your waistband and shoves your shorts to the floor, flames lighting in her eyes as she gets a front row view of your fat rod. Unable to control herself, she presses her face against your cock, the tip resting on her forehead and your balls nuzzling her chin. She inhales deeply and shudders, the subtle musk of your dick lighting up the centers of desire deep within her brain.

You roughly push her aside, knocking her to her hands and knees. "Did I say you could touch my big cock, you slut?"

"No, sir," Caroline says, her quiet soprano filled with contrition. Something doesn't ring quite right in her words though, and you stand over her, using your greater height to cast a shadow over her half-naked body.

"Try again, my slutty little ****," you command, smacking her ass with a harsh slap. Her whole body rocks forward with the strike, but her small titties barely even shake. "That's not my name."

Caroline gazes up at you and you see her swallow, her throat moving silently. Meekly, she says, "I'm sorry...Master."

A wolfish grin makes its way across your face and your cock stretches out even further at her final word. The schoolgirl watches it and her lips twitch, acknowledging her recognition that she's pleased you. You've never experienced anything like this, the intoxicating power and complete control that you have over this willing teenage girl. You've dipped your toe into this emotion with the Motherboard, using it to create a world where your wishes become reality and have your family members bend to your whims. But having Caroline following your every command, by her own choice, is mind-blowing. Your thoughts start to float to your family and how it might change your ultimate goals with them, but you yank them back and focus on the here and now.

You point to your bed. "Crawl your ass over there. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat and you're going to love every second of it, aren't you? I bet you can't wait to have my huge dick in side you.

"Yes, Master," Caroline replies, "my cunt feels sooooo empty! Please pound me as hard as you can and fill my tight hole with your delicious, sticky cum!" She alternates moving her hands and knees as she inches slowly toward your bed. You notice that each time her weight shifts, she gives it a bit more emphasis than needed, causing her miniscule skirt to flip up and expose her naked ass to you. The little whore isn't wearing any panties! With a skirt that short, she must have been flashing her puss to every Tom, Dick and Harry all day long. Where has this girl been all my life?

Caroline climbs onto your bed and moves to the very center. Bending forward, she presses her face into your sheets and presents her ass to you, sticking it as far in the air as she can reach. "I'm ready to accept you thick rod, Master," she says, and grabs two fistfuls of cloth in anticipation.

You don't want to keep your **** waiting--plus, you're horny as fuck--so you slide between her knee-sock clad legs and line up your fat mushroom tip with her dripping snatch. You thrust forward, expecting to slide home with ease, but get stuck about halfway in. Caroline moans, "Oh fuck, Master. Please go a little more slowly. My little pussy can barely handle your fat fuckrod!" Hmmm, I gues all the fucking she's done hasn't opened her up very much. Or all the guys she's been with have had smaller dicks than me, you think a little vainly.

You grab her waist, her petite form almost allowing your hands to completely encircle her body. You pull back minutely and then deliberately push forward, hard. Caroline gasps as your dick penetrates her a bit more, her knuckles whitening as she grips your sheets harder. You repeat the motion, delving even deeper and the schoolgirl shouts out, a sharp, short cry like a stepped-on cat. "Quiet, ****," you order. "I don't want the rest of my family getting jealous that I'm fucking you and not them."

"Yes, Master, I'll try but your dick is making me feel so fucking amazing, I couldn't help it." Her voice is barely a whisper. She pulls her right hand to her mouth and stuffs the gathered bedsheets inside, hoping to muffle any further noises. Her entire body is shivering, an outward exhibition of the excitement and arousal she's feeling inside.

You continue fucking your new ****, finding new depths with each powerful thrust, and Caroline desperately holds on for the ride. When your tip bumps against her cervix, her first orgasm hits but you don't even pause, continuing your **** through the entire episode. A second and then a third hit in quick succession and her strength disappears, her body flopping to the bed, limp. Faint moans escape from her tired lips as you keep on going like a fucking machine, using her wet hole for your pleasure, uncaring of her state.

"Get ready, whore, I'm about to fill you with my cum," you warn her when you finally reach your peak. A soft grunt, which you take to be recognition of your words, is her only reply. With a grunt of your own, you squeeze tight and let your seed fly deep into her pussy, splashing her inside and coating her pink walls with sticky goo. Finished, you pull free and rub your dick against her ass, wiping off your mixed fluid onto her lily white skin.

You clamber off the bed, pull on your shorts and head to the bathroom, leaving Caroline lying with semen leaking from her ravaged hole. Opening the cabinet beneath the sink, you find some Dixie cups and pull out two, filling them both with water. Carrying them carefully, you walk back to your room and find Caroline has recovered enough to sit up in bed. When her eyes, partially hidden behind skewed glasses, alight on the water in your hand they grow like a woman dying of thirst. She takes one cup with you and murmurs a quiet word of thanks. When it's empty, she sets it on your bedside table.

"Well, that was...," she starts but can't finish.

"Yeah," you agree. It's difficult to find the proper words to describe what you just shared, and you feel that speaking poorly chosen ones might **** the experience. So the two of you just sit there, silently absorbing each other's presence. It's a moment of calm and clarity that you haven't had in a long time.

Then Caroline jerks abruptly and jumps to her feet. "Holy shit! Is that really what time it is?" She throws a frustrated glance at you clock which is, in fact, working appropriately. She scrambles to smooth out her skirt, pulling your already dirty sheets to wipe her cum-drizzled ass and picking up her school things. "My father is going to beat my ass if I get home much later," she says and darts for the door.

"Caroline," you say simply and she stumbles to a halt at the authority in that single word. "If he wants to beat your ass, you will allow him to do so, do you understand? And you will enjoy it."

A hint of a smile perks up her lips and her head dips in obedience. She hasn't panicked enough to forget the form of relationship you're both building. "Yes, Master, of course," she says, a cacophony of emotion lacing her voice. And then she's gone, leaving you alone.

The rest of your evening passes quickly. You eat dinner in your room, your mind twisting and turning the day's events as you ponder their implications. By the time you climb into bed--after changing your dirty sheets, or course--you've realized that a subtle shift in your goals has occurred. It won't be enough just to have incestual sex with your family members anymore. You place your head on your pillow and begin your night's work.