Breaking the First Barrier

Christoph sat slumped against the counter, the faint glow of the app illuminating his face. He couldn’t help but smile as the latest notification sank in:

"Quest 1 complete: Target successfully activated. You have earned 50 XP.""Role assigned: Submissive Partner. Quest 2: Bring target to Level 1 (20 XP reward)."

His heart raced. The app’s power was undeniable, but this new quest—to push her to the next level—presented its own challenges. He didn’t just need obedience; he needed results. For every task, she would earn Rebirth Points, and the system would handle the rest. All he had to do was figure out what buttons to press.

She began to stir, a low groan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open. Confusion clouded her face before morphing into panic.

"W-where am I? What happened?" she stammered, her voice shaky with fear.

Christoph stepped forward, looming over her. "Relax. You’re safe," he said, his tone dripping with false reassurance. "I’ll explain everything."

Her gaze darted around the room, landing on the empty wine glass, the rumpled couch, and finally on him. "What did you do? Who are you?"

Christoph crouched down, leveling his gaze with hers. "You first," he said, ignoring her panic. "Who are you? What’s your name?"

She hesitated, then answered, her voice trembling. "Naomi. Naomi Laurent."

"Good, Naomi," Christoph replied, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "And what do you do?"

Naomi’s eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into her expression. "I’m a consultant. I help businesses streamline their operations."

Christoph feigned interest, nodding slowly. "Impressive," he said, his voice laced with a subtle, mocking undertone. "And here I thought they only gave jobs like that to fill quotas. Must be your lucky day, huh?" "And let me guess, you only got that job because you’re Black, right? Quotas and all that woke crap. Don’t act like it’s because you’re actually good at what you do."

Naomi stiffened. "Ehmm..N..., actually. I need to go to work tomorrow morning."

Christoph chuckled, shaking his head. "Don’t worry about that. We’ll deal with it in the morning," he said, pocketing her phone again. "Right now, you have more important things to focus on."

Naomi’s breathing quickened as she stared at him. "You’re a stalker, aren’t you?" she said, her voice laced with a mix of fear and disbelief. "You’ve been watching me. Following me."

Christoph shrugged. "Call it what you want. I prefer ‘dedicated.’"

She turned away, muttering under her breath, trying to rationalize the situation. "Okay. He’s crazy. Obsessed. Probably harmless if I just play along."

Christoph smirked, catching her words. "Harmless? Oh, Naomi, you’ll learn soon enough how wrong you are."

Deciding to escalate, Christoph moved closer, his gaze predatory. He grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet despite her protests. His fingers trailed down her shoulder, his grip tightening as he leaned in to kiss her.

Naomi jerked her head away, her expression a mixture of disgust and anger. "Don’t touch me!"

Christoph growled, the app vibrating faintly in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the screen, expecting to see progress. But there was nothing—no Rebirth Points earned.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered, his frustration boiling over. "It doesn’t work if I’m the one doing everything? She has to... participate?"

He stalked off toward the bedroom, leaving Naomi trembling by the couch. As he rifled through her drawers, his frustration turned to dark amusement when he found a pair of leather cuffs tucked in the back of her closet.

"Oh, you kinky little bitch," he sneered, holding them up. "This is going to be fun."

Christoph returned to the living room, the cuffs dangling from his fingers. Naomi’s eyes widened in horror as she backed away. "Stay away from me!"

"Relax," Christoph said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You like these, don’t you? Don’t be shy."

Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrists and secured the cuffs, binding her hands together. She struggled, but his weight and strength overwhelmed her.

Dragging her toward the kitchen, he opened the fridge and glanced inside. It was meticulously organized, stocked with healthy food and drinks.

"What is this?" he barked, pulling out a bottle of kombucha. He examined it with a sneer, holding it up like it was offensive. "Figures. Nothing but overpriced, pretentious health crap. You think this makes you better than everyone else? Pathetic." "No beer? No snacks? What kind of person lives like this?"

He tossed the bottle onto the floor, the glass shattering. Naomi flinched at the sound.

"Pick it up," Christoph ordered, pointing to the shards. "Clean it."

She hesitated, glaring at him. But the cuffs on her wrists and the intensity in his voice left her with little choice. Slowly, she knelt down and began gathering the broken pieces.

The app buzzed faintly in his pocket. Christoph pulled it out and smirked as he read the notification:

"+2 Rebirth Points"

"So that’s how it works," he murmured, watching her carefully. His mind raced, piecing together the app’s logic. "Less for things I **** you to do. You’ll have to learn to... humiliate yourself willingly." He leaned back, considering the implications. If she had to **** herself for the points to flow, then it wasn’t about brute control—it was about planting the seeds of submission, twisting her mind until she thought it was her idea. His lips curled into a dark grin. "This could be... interesting."

Naomi finished cleaning the mess, her hands trembling as she dumped the shards into the trash. Christoph’s grin widened. This was only the beginning.

Rebirth Points: 2/33 (Level 1).

Christoph leaned against the counter, watching Naomi as she sat on the couch, her arms still bound in the cuffs. She avoided his gaze, staring at the floor as though willing herself to disappear. But Christoph wasn’t done yet.

"Let’s think," he mused aloud, pacing the room. "What makes a good submissive partner?"

Naomi flinched at his words, her shoulders tightening. She didn’t respond, but Christoph didn’t expect her to. His mind was racing. "Obedience is a given," he muttered. "But it’s not enough. She has to want it. She has to need it."

He approached her, crouching to meet her eye level. "Here’s what we’re going to do," he said, his tone cold and calculated. "You’re going to make me something to eat. And you’re going to smile while you do it."

Naomi hesitated, her lips trembling. Her logical mind screamed at her to resist, but a small, unwelcome part of her felt a strange heat rise in her chest. Was it fear? Humiliation? She refused to acknowledge the faint flutter in her stomach, chalking it up to adrenaline.

"I’m not your servant," she spat, her voice wavering.

Christoph smirked, leaning closer. "No, but you will be."

With trembling hands, Naomi made her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and began pulling out ingredients, her mind racing. She wanted to fight back, to scream, to run. But every time she glanced at Christoph, a strange mix of fear and... something else rooted her in place.

She began preparing a salad, her movements stiff and robotic. Christoph leaned against the counter, watching her with a predatory grin. He noticed the slight flush in her cheeks, the way her hands lingered on the counter as though grounding herself.

The app buzzed again:

"+5 Rebirth Points."

Christoph’s eyes widened. "Well, well," he murmured, stepping closer. "Looks like you’re learning."

Naomi’s jaw tightened. She didn’t dare meet his gaze, but her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Why had her body reacted that way? Why had she obeyed? She wanted to blame the situation, the fear, the power imbalance, anything to rationalize the strange pull she felt. Her mind scrambled for answers, attributing her compliance to sheer survival instinct, yet deep down, a small, unwelcome part of her whispered that it wasn’t just fear driving her actions. She refused to entertain the thought, clinging desperately to the belief that she could resist. But deep down, a small, terrifying thought began to creep in: What if he’s right?

As she set the finished plate on the counter, Christoph clapped slowly, mockingly. "Good girl," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "See how easy that was?"

Naomi’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. She hated him. Hated the way he spoke to her. But the flush in her cheeks hadn’t faded, and she couldn’t explain why.

The app buzzed again:

"Quest progress: 7/33 Rebirth Points earned. Quest 2: Incomplete."

Christoph leaned back, the app’s mechanics beginning to make more sense. Every task Naomi performed was another step toward cementing his control, another point in his favor. The logic thrilled him—it wasn’t just about control; it was about bending her to his will so completely that she thought it was her own choice. His grin widened as he envisioned her eventual transformation, a perfect reflection of his dominance. "Soon," he muttered, "she’ll thank me for this."

Christoph grinned. He was getting closer. And Naomi? She was beginning to realize there might be no way out.

Escalation

Christoph sat at the dining table, savoring the food Naomi had reluctantly prepared. Each bite felt like a small victory. As he leaned back, an idea struck him—a way to test her compliance further.

"Get under the table," he ordered abruptly, his voice cutting through the silence. "And show me how grateful you are."

Naomi’s eyes widened in shock, her body stiffening. "What? No!"

Christoph smirked, leaning forward. "You heard me. Under the table. Now."

Naomi’s heart pounded as she shook her head, refusing to move. Her defiance was clear, but so was the tension in her body. Christoph frowned, pulling out the app and checking for any reaction. Nothing. No Rebirth Points.

"Fine," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. "Not yet. But you’ll learn."

Annoyed but determined, Christoph grabbed Naomi by the arm and hauled her toward the bedroom. She struggled against him, her protests falling on deaf ears.

In the bedroom, he secured her wrists to the bedpost using the leather cuffs he’d found earlier. Her angry glare followed him as he worked, but she couldn’t stop him.

"You’re insane," she spat, her voice trembling with anger and fear.

Christoph stepped back, admiring his work. "Maybe. But you’re going to sleep right there tonight," he said, gesturing to her restrained form. "And me? I’m going to enjoy your bed."

He grabbed a pillow and sprawled out on her neatly made bed, letting out a satisfied sigh. Naomi’s muffled curses and struggles filled the room as he drifted off to sleep, the app’s faint glow on the nightstand a reminder of his progress.

"Tomorrow," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes. "You’ll understand."

Results & Next Steps!

Thank you all for voting! Here are the final results and how they will shape the story moving forward:

Naomi’s Role: Submissive Partner (Winner – Love it!)

She will develop a deep emotional and physical dependence on Christoph, rationalizing her captivity through Stockholm Syndrome until she fully embraces her role as his devoted partner.

Naomi’s Job: Management Consultant with a Partner

She co-manages a consultancy, meaning her financial and strategic influence will be key. However, with a business partner in play, Christoph will need to be strategic in how he asserts control over her professional life.

Side Quests? Yes!

Optional side quests will be integrated into the story to expand the world and test the app’s capabilities in new ways. These will provide deeper insight into Christoph’s methods and allow for additional character interactions beyond the main storyline.

Preferred Visual Style: Style 1 Chosen for Consistency

Since i countet the non-realistic styles together the Poll ended in a tie. I’ve tested different options and found that Style 1 produces the most consistent results. This will be the primary visual style used for Christoph’s story.

What’s Next?

With Naomi’s role set, Christoph will move forward with Prologue Quest 3, gradually breaking down her professional and social independence while reinforcing her emotional and sexual submission. Side quests will begin soon, adding new layers to the story!

Thank you all for your participation! Looking forward to seeing how Christoph’s journey unfolds.

– Gerx