(Upgrade: Level 1, MY KINK IS YOUR KINK)

Did I really have enough of a hold on Sophie here?

I mean she wanted this, but did she want it enough to… do stuff?

You know, if I had any doubts about that, this upgrade was a chance to fix it…

Fuck it. All this was turning me on too much.

I upgraded Sophie’s MY KINK IS YOUR KINK.

This time the original text didn’t change, but there was an added paragraph.

MY KINK IS YOUR KINK

The user will be able to plant new perversions into the subject. The method for doing this is giving the subject an order. If the subject fulfills the order as commanded, the user has to use the trigger phase "You pervert" after this action. Now, whatever the order was, will be the subject's new main perversion. They are compelled to keep doing this action, as it gives them great sexual pleasure. However, there is only room for one main perversion, so when a new perversion is given, the previous one will be overwritten and forgotten.

L1 Upgrade: If the user says the trigger phrase: “You’re a freak”, the subject will enter a state of **** perversion. In this state the subject’s every moment will be filled with nothing but thoughts about their current perversion. Nothing is more important, not sleep, food, relationships or health. They will do anything to get their hands on the object of their desire. The trigger phrase to end this state is “Control yourself.”

NOTE: This state should be used with caution. The subject will go through anybody, even the user, to get the object of their desire. If they are stripped from other options, they might even turn violent. This state is allowed to be activated only once per 24 hours, and it will automatically end after one hour.

A state of “**** perversion”? You know what, I really liked the sound of that.

Things hadn’t really progressed between Lana and Sophie too much. Sophie was still circling her, not sure if she was actually going to do what she clearly wanted to do. Lana was super uncomfortable with the whole thing. I had a feeling that if I gave her permission to leave, she would be running out of that door in seconds.

“So, Lana…” Sophie finally spoke up, as she came to a stop in front of Lana’s face. Sophie’s cheeks were glowing red. “So, um… I… Look, how would you feel… If I just took a couple of photos of you? Just… some… artsy… stuff, you know?”

Haha. Sophie was already sweating bullets, and had trouble expressing that last sentence without taking excessive breathing breaks. If she was a guy, she would probably look and sound like a complete greasy, sweaty pervert. The fact that she was a smoking hot female somehow disguised that look.

Lana looked to me, not knowing how to answer Sophie. Once again.

“For fuck’s sake, Lana. Stop looking to me. I order you to talk to her as honestly as possible. Nothing would make me happier.”

Yeah. I wasn’t planning on making any of this easy for Sophie.

I could tell Lana was surprised about that permission, but she didn’t really waste any time not taking advantage of her new freedom of speech.

“…Why?”, she simply asked, with a somewhat disgusted face.

Sophie shuffled in place. “Um, I… I just think… I think your body… is… beautiful, and I would… I think it deserves to be captured. On camera. And… I think I can do it?”

Sophie’s had real trouble controlling her breathing. Even the dumbest person could hear she had some sort ulterior motives about getting to take these photos.

“No. I don’t want that. It sounds too weird. Actually, could you… just, you know, leave?”

Lana glanced at me, checking if she had crossed some line by saying that. But I just nodded. She was happier about that than I would have expected.

Sophie didn’t expect to be shut down like that. She looked to me with desperation.

“Like I said,” I began, “You can do anything you want with her. She doesn’t have to like it.”

Lana’s smile disappeared very fast.

Sophie really didn’t know what to do. I had given her a moral dilemma. She could go after her perversions all she wanted, but she would do it at the expense of Lana’s feelings.

That serves you both for being such huge bitches to me over the years.

Sophie turned to Lana. “Hey, um… Really, it’s going to be alright… Nobody else will ever see these pictures… Um, what if I, like, did your work assignments for the next month?”

“No fucking way. You’re not taking my articles from me!”

Yeah, that was the wrong way to negotiate with Lana.

“No no, I meant… Fuck… Please, okay? What do you want in exchange?”

“What’s wrong with you Sophie? Seriously? Why are you being such a… weirdo?”

Sophie’s expression turned indignant.

“Oh really? You are really calling me a weirdo? After your pathetic loser boyfriend is forcing you stand there and you call yourself his submissive little fuckdoll?”

Lana didn’t have a comeback for that, Sophie was right. The bad blood between them was brewing hard.

Which was not a good thing for Sophie, since Lana had something she desperately desired. Sophie realized she had crossed the line, and quickly changed her attitude.

“Hey, okay, you know what? I’m sorry. Totally uncalled for. You were right to… call me a freak. I know, that’s what I probably seem like. Hey, so, what if I… pay you? Like a lot?”

“So I’m a prostitute now?”

“No no no! It’s just a… It’s beneficial for both of us! I really don’t want to do this if you don’t-“

“I really don’t want to do this, Sophie. Please, please leave.”

Sophie sighed hard, and slumped her head down.

Then, there was an interesting moment.

Sophie slowly raised her head, and looked at Lana all over.

There was an odd determination on her face.

I could tell Sophie was considering it.

Just using Lana by ****.

Even Lana could sense it. And she instinctively tried to lean away from her.

But… It didn’t last long. Sophie fought herself… and her good side won.

She walked over to me, completely defeated.

“Jack… Just… I can’t do this.”

“Well, this is your only chance. I’m not giving you any of the pictures.”

She nodded like somebody had just punched her in the guts, but she still walked towards the exit.

Wow. What she just did probably required immense amounts of willpower.

Perhaps it was even the hardest thing she ever had to do? I could almost respect that.

Almost.

“It’s just too bad you’re a freak, Sophie.”

Perhaps if she had ever shown me at least an ounce of respect for any of the work I did for our magazine, I would have reconsidered using that trigger phrase.

Sophie stopped moving. Her breathing turned so much louder.

When she turned around, she wasn’t the normal Sophie anymore. She had predator’s eyes. And they were targeting Lana.

“Wh-What is she doing, master?” a frightened Lana asked me.

Before I had a chance to answer, Sophie was taking big, powerful steps towards us. All hesitation gone. She was a woman on a mission.

I stepped away. The app’s warning was still clear in my mind, and I was quite literally standing between her and her desire. Sophie brushed past me like I was nothing.

Sophie got right in Lana’s face.

“I’m so done with you, miss fucking perfect. I know you copied several of my ideas. And it was my interview with Jordan Grace! I don’t know how you fucking stole that, but you did! Bitch, I’m so done with caring about what you think about anything!”

Woah, this was a totally new Sophie. I had no idea they had such baggage between them? I wonder how long Sophie had that bottled up.

“B-but, Jordan, asked me…” Lana stuttered. The roles of dominance had just completely changed.

“Get your clothes off. Now, bitch!”

Lana’s mouth hung open. She really shouldn’t have pissed of Sophie, it seems.

“No, Sophie, no,” I interjected. They both turned to me. “I told you that Lana was going to be your doll. You could do anything you want to her. And the keyword there is ‘you’. If you want to extend her arm, pull it into a position you want. If you want to bend her over, grab her by the waist and do it. Lana will stay in that position as long as you want to. That also means… if you want her to undress, you have to undress her yourself.”

Sophie shot a sideway glance at Lana. Lana gulped.

“Ugh… Can you at least go? You don’t have to be here for this!” She shouted at me.

My only answer to that was just a good, hearty laugh.

“Listen, Sophie… You don’t have to do this, I-“ Lana begged.

“Are dolls allowed to talk, Jack?”

“Nope.”

Sophie grabbed Lana’s lips, and pursed them together in her fist. That looked like it hurt. Lana was shocked about this sudden censoring, but couldn’t do anything about it.

Then, oddly, Sophie turned a little gentler and whispered something to Lana.

I could still hear it, though.

“I’m sorry about this Lana. I have… to do this.”

Then she gently let go off Lana’s lips, and let her hands fall to her sides.

After that, there was no stopping her.

Sophie began removing every stitch of clothing off Lana by hand. (SOPHIE: +6SP) (+11SP)

First she pulled Lana’s arms free from the black vest she was wearing. The vest dropped on the floor with a violent thud.

Lana was trying to stop Sophie using only her eyes, but Sophie didn’t look back. The negotiations were over.

Then she forcefully pulled Lana’s blouse over her head. Lana’s head got stuck in the neck hole, with the blouse still covering her face. It looked quite amusing. To get it off, Sophie had to get real close to Lana and her pale skin. Lana’s red, lacy bra, housing her big beautiful tits, was squeezing against Sophie’s chest while she was trying her darnest to pull the blouse over Lana’s head.

Finally the blouse was off. Lana’s red hair was real scuffled after that experience.

Sophie didn’t give her any time to recover, though. Her hands were already around her waist, pulling down her black dress pants like there was no time to lose.

Sophie was really sweaty at this point. Even though I wasn’t quite next to them, it was hard to miss. She was leaving sprinkles of her own sweat all around Lana’s body. Even the freshly removed blouse was looking quite moist.

Sophie had to raise both of Lana’s legs in turn to get the pants from around her feet. She did it with such speed, that Lana had trouble keeping her balance. But thankfully there wasn’t any accidents.

After that… Lana was only wearing her high heel shoes, red bra and blue panties.

These were the last big ones. Literally.

Did I see Sophie licking her lips?

She was really looking like the cliché version of a pervert at this point. Her hands were shaking, extended out like she couldn’t stop herself from having a feel at those lovely mammaries.

I’m sure Lana wanted to protect herself. But that’s not what dolls did. So she just closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

Sophie slid behind Lana with unnatural speed. And after a few skillful movements of her fingers, the bra’s clasp came off and fell to the floor.

When Sophie saw Lana’s tits free, in all their natural glory, she started breathing like marathon runner. It sounded really obscene. She was really starting to lose control of herself. And Lana was scared.

Sophie dropped on her knees in front of Lana.

Next up, the panties.

Lana’s pussy ran shivers with the feel of the thunderous breathing coming out of Sophie’s mouth.