Thunder run

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Chapter 24

With Rose in tow, I enter the living room. Tammy is standing there with Jasmine and is urgently talking to her. I can already sense rebellion but apparently my power move hasn't gotten past my little sister yet and when she sees me she quickly steps away from Jasmine and looks at the floor. She points uncomfortably at her sister.

"There she is." Her voice is pouting but she doesn't dare look at me as she clenches her little hands into fists. "Are you happy now?" Then she thinks of something else. "Asshole." But her attitude changes as my whole being is focused on her.

"One more word, little missy, and you'll go to bed without dinner." Tammy opens her mouth... closes it again... opens it again and... hides behind Jasmine. While Rose stands amazed behind me, the battle lines are drawn for my other two sisters. At some point, they will be on my side, but for now, I have to prove that a thunder run is not outdated and redundant.

"You can't talk to Tammy like that," Jasmine says indignantly, still trying to understand what is going on here. I will take advantage of this confusion. "You can't just threaten her like that to..."

"I can and I will," I growl and walk through the room. As I get closer to Tammy, she takes a step back, but Jasmine stands firm and looks me in the eyes. "If you haven't noticed, Mom isn't here." Jasmine and Tammy are alone and I feel like Rorschach. You are locked up here with me. With that, I look at the two sisters. "And if neither you nor she do it, then I'll take it upon myself to make sure this family works." The ball is now in Jasmine's court, which gives me a devilish idea for the volleyball bitches. But first I'm going to create a good atmosphere in my, my!, house.

"Finn, what's your problem with Mom? Our family used to..."

Knifehands. I can do them surprisingly well and Jasmine squints at my fingers that almost rest on the tip of her cute nose.

"I advise you not to finish that sentence or Rose and I will be the ones eating today." The sound of hand on hand sounds as Jasmine slaps me away. But I stand firm and remain standing in front of her while Rose looks over my shoulder in surprise and Tammy hides anxiously behind her sister, who... Doesn't do anything else.

"We didn't prepare anything" is the weak answer she uses to try to win against me. "You took too long. I wanted to eat but Mom was so nice and wanted to wait. And you... Hey! Finn!" I turned away from her in the middle of the sentence. "What's going on?"

"Four women in the house and none of them think about cooking food? Pathetic."

"What the..." But I ignore her and stand in front of the kitchen, sideways, look at the floor and flick my arm towards the kitchen.

"In the kitchen," I say as if there is no alternative. "We cook ourselves."

"That... you..." I can see Jasmine's head starting to glow. Her defense is overwhelmed and soon breaks. Thunderruns work. "You can't talk like..."

"Damn woman!" Both girls flinch when I raise my voice and even Rose clings to my shirt. "Can't you just see yourself as part of this family just one time?" Jasmine's eyes widen. Her lines are stretched to breaking point. "I've had a fucking shitty day, I come home from my fucking work and expect fucking food on the table." My finger moves like an artillery salvo from the kitchen to Jasmine and when it points at her I set her lines on fire with concentrated firepower. "Now stand with me in the kitchen, cook our fucking dinner with me, and fulfill your fucking part of the tasks that holds this family together."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +8 (PS -82)

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It's delicious. Not the food, because it's still lying on the kitchen island, divided into ingredients. While Rose quietly sorts the vegetables and speaks quietly to Tammy, who looks like she's in the wrong movie, Jasmine stands petrified in front of the stove and the pots on it, giving the impression of being at the helm of a spaceship. That's the effect of a well-executed thunder run.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask annoyed as I fill the pots with water. "Start cooking." Jasmine turns to me like a zombie. She is so smart, I have always admired her for that. But when she is supposed to prepare something nutritious for the man in the house, she is like a fish out of water.

"Finn... I... I..."

"What woman?" She flinches again. "Spit it out." Her helpless eyes are directed at me.

"I... I can't cook," she confesses meekly.

"Pathetic," I moan, hurting her. Maybe it's her path or the situation is too much for her, but it's delicious. "What kind of woman can't cook?"

"I... I'm... sorry..."

"You should be," I moan and stand next to her. She immediately backs away from me, but I have too much power to let something like that stop me. Without further ado, I pull the slightly taller girl to my side with my hand around her waist. "Here. I'll show you." I pull her to the work surface where my other sisters are standing and turn to her. "You did well. Rose, Tammy, you have free time until your siblings are finished in the kitchen." In the past, that would have made Tammy explode like Russian ammunition depots. Now she flees from Rose out of the kitchen, who looks over her shoulder once more and sees her big sister standing in front of a pile of cucumbers with her head bowed. I turn back to Jasmine.

"I prepare the table" she offers and I smile at her.

"Thank's bro."

"Finn, what..." Jasmine asks helplessly while holding a pan in hand.

"Stand here," I interrupt and put her hands in front of the work surface. "We'll do this together. Trust me. After that you'll feel much more useful."

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Half an hour later we're standing in front of the big pot of stew. I'm proud, Jasmine is mentally distraught and unstable.

"You did well," I tell her and pat her on the shoulder. My sister almost falls over but I immediately start cleaning up the work surface.

"What are you still standing there for?" I ask with mock impatience in my voice. I couldn't be further away from negative feelings as I watch Jamsine's world being shaken to its core. My troops have broken through her defense and are reak havoc behind her lines. "Oh! I understand," I laugh. "You don't know what to do now." Jasmine looks at me speechless, but can't resist me any longer. The shock is too deep. "It's no problem that you don't know that. Here. Cut the oranges like this. And the apples like this. Then we'll have a nice dessert." I smile at her as she takes the large knife in her hand. "Careful!" She winces heavily. "Hold the knife like this." Our bodies touch as I stand behind her and guide her hands with mine.

"Th...Thank you," she murmurs as we cut a banana together. I know it's stupid but in her state, I genuinely feel safer if I tell her how to slice a simple banana.

"I know you don't know much about cooking and housekeeping. That's okay for now, but it has to change. It's better to ask me if you don't know something than to do it wrong or hurt yourself, okay?"

"O-Okay." I step back and wash the grapes while Jasmine watches me. "Finn?" she asks after a while, needing my assistenac ein life, staring helplessly at the apples. "What should I do now?"

Jasmine Lynchwood. +4 (PS -78)

"It's good that you asked. First, you tie your hair back.” My big sister stares at me in confusion and nervously bites her lips as I groan in annoyance and step back behind her.

“Can you... I can do that myself...” she says shyly as my hands softly grab her hair.

“Are you sure about that?” I ask gently, brushing slightly over her head, making her skin tingle. She relaxes a bit while I touch her. “I have to explain to you how to slice apples.” Her hands drop weakly and she lowers her head while I braid her hair into a tight ponytail. “Hair tie.” Girls always have hair ties with them. “There. Better. I don’t want hair in my food.”

“Yes...” she says weakly.

“Thank me.” That brings some life back into her.

“What? Why?”

“Because I helped you do your duties.” The poor thing is so confused that she doesn’t even protest that cooking and tying hair aren’t her actual duties. But she hesitates.

“AH! Thank you!” My hand leaves her ass cheek, but only after the strong clap. I, in the meantime, can't believe it.

“For what? Say it in a sentence like a smart person.” I roll my eyes. “It can’t be that hard to show me the respect I deserve.”

“Finn…” I look at her with a determined expression and rise my hand again. “Thank you for helping me with… the apples and… my hair.”

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -76)

“You're welcome. And besides.” I point to her hair. “You look so much better this way.” This time it might be my honest smile. Or she’s so far gone that she can’t help it. In any case, it’s easier this time.

“Thank you Finn for… praising my hair?” I nod in agreement and give her her first warm feeling of this evening. Her man praises her.

Jasmine Lynnchwood. +4 (PS -72)

“You look really good this way.”

"Thank you."

"Yes yes. Enough with that." I look around the kitchen. "We're done with that." Jasmine practically wants to run out of the kitchen but my thunderous voice almost makes her fall on her butt.

"Tammy!" And here too I prevail and surprisingly quickly the collapsed figure of my little daughter appears... sister... Well who cares?

"The stew will be ready in twenty minutes. You help Rose set the table." Tammy looks at Jasmine for help but she avoids her gaze. Then she looks at me and opens her mouth. "I wouldn't say a word if I were you," I snap at her. Tammy turns to Rose but she has decided to ignore her sisters. And Mom isn't here either. No matter what reason the two of them have found, they won't contradict me. Today is mine. I have staked out and conquered my territory and I will hold onto it with everything I have.

Tammy Lynchwood. +2 (PS -70)

And it seems Tammy sees it the same way. Her eyes scream '****' but her actions whisper 'yes daddy'.

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"Jasmine, go fetch me a drink," I say, the dining table in front of me filled with stew and fruit salad for dessert.

"Finn you can't be serious. I'm your sister and..."

"Drinks" I order. "Coke for me. And Rose?" My sister looks at me, then at Jasmine who is white with shock.

"A Coke would be great Jasmine" she murmurs, not sure what is happening here.

"You heard the lady. Come on now, before the food gets cold." Jasmine clenches her hands into fists, but then looks at the empty space at the table. None of the girls know what happened but they all suspect that it has something to do with me that Mom, who has been reserved for the last few days, is now hiding in her room like a scared puppy.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS - 68)

And with that, 400 tokens are mine.

"Finally," I grin and watch as Jasmine shuffles into the kitchen like a zombie and then comes back to the table with two cans of Coke. When she sits down, Tammy reaches out for the stew.

"Just a minute!" I call her to order and Tammy looks at me almost desperately. I don't want to overdo it, I don't want to make her freak out. If I go too hard, they'll run away, out of my influence. But fuck it, I want it coming next. I pull the plate towards me.

"What..." whispers Jasmine while Rose's mouth drops open.

"I'll eat first," I decide without looking at any of the girls.

"Fuck..." Rose gasps, but slowly puts her spoon on the table.

Rose Lynchwood. +1 (PS -8)

"Is that..." Jasin begins while Tammy stares angrily at the plate. "You can't do that... We..."

"Any problem with my decision?" I ask, looking at Jasmine.

"... ... ... No..."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS -66)

"That's what I thought," I say coldly and put the spoon in my mouth. "Oh fuck. Jasmine!" The poor girl winces. "It tastes amazing." She stares at me lost, probably not knowing how to react. "Well done Jasmine!"

Jasmine Lynchwood. +6 (PS -60)

But her reaction is physically visible. She clings to the table and breathes out with such relief that it's clear that she wants to please me. It's delicious, not just the food, but also her reaction. After all the crazy stuff I've done to her today, she's just happy to have done a good job.

"What do you say?" Her eyes lift and suddenly it's not quite so difficult for her.

"Thank you, Finn. For the praise." We look at each other across the table. Mom's place at the head is empty, but not for long. But now my dear big sister and I have a moment.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask as three steaming plates of stew stand in front of three hungry mouths, untouched. "A job well done. And I'm happy with you."

"That's disgusting!" Tammy roars. "You fucking whoreson! How dare you treat us..." Roose flinches in shock as I jump up and Jasmine screams and puts her hand over her mouth as I grab Tammy by the hairline and drag her off the table. "No!" she screams when she feels my strength. "Please! I'm sorry!"

"Too late" is all I say as I drag her to the corner of the room and push her against the wall. With the tip of her nose against the wall, she stops dead in her tracks when she realizes what I'm doing. "Stay" I say roughly. Then my mouth is very close to her ear. "And. Not. A. Single. Word."

Tammy Lynchwood. +4 (PS -47)

I think she understood. I return to the table, Rose and Jasmine stare at me as if they don't understand the world anymore. Which is true.

"Rose," I say and smile. "Please. Eat." She probably thinks the stew would explode if she touched it, but finally she lifts her spoon and eats.

"Wow..." she says and looks at me. "This tastes good."

"We have Jasmine to thank for that." Rose blinks but I smile at her encouragingly.

"Thank you Jasmine. It tastes fantastic."

"You're welcome," whispers the overwhelmed girl, but I'm not finished with her yet. I've brought her far in one fell swoop today. Tomorrow she'll start to resist me and the MCD, but today...

"Jasmine doesn't quite understand what happened today," I explain patiently to my sister. "But she likes having someone in the house who makes the decisions for her." Next to me, Jasmine gasps, looks at me and gives me maybe three seconds before she slaps me in the face so hard, it will hurl me into the next century. But on the long and punishing journey home I had enough time to adjust a few things on the MCD.

Jasmine Lynchwood

**** Honesty Activated

Orgasm Control +95

Tammy Lynchwood.

Orgasm Control +40

"That... you..."

"Admit it, Jasmine," I say quickly and see her hand twitch. "You like it when I control you." No idea if it's the MCD, but for a change I don't think so. Jasmine is a successful woman, tough and strong in the job. And so...

"Yeshmpf!" She throws her hand over her mouth in deadly shock, but it's out.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +8 (PS -52)

She looks around the table in panic. She wasn't expecting that. Then she jumps up.

"Sit down!" She obeys. No points, but that doesn't surprise me. "You can eat now."

And Jasmine eats. Under the gaze of Rose and me, she moves her hand, shaking with anger, fear, stress and confusion, to her mouth and miserably slurps the stew through her lips.

"And Tammy," I turn to her, her face pressed against the wall. "If you're nice, then you can sit with us again. Will you be a good girl?"

A shy nod. She doesn't speak.

Tammy Lynchwood. +6 (PS -41)

She sits down in her seat again. Then she looks at me.

"Ask me if you can eat." No hesitation this time.

"Finn? Can I lease eat?" I nod.

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That was a good dinner. Thunder run complete.

And while Rose tries to have a conversation with her sisters, I look at the MCD.

Congratulations! You have brought a subject down to -50 with persuasion, tricks and energy!

Note: Most subjects start to realize that something is happening to them at this point. How they react depends on their personality and the perks you have activated.

Now the game changes. Choose wisely!

Tammy Lynchwood / Little Girl “I’m sorry Daddy”

- As the subject progresses, they will increasingly take on the personality of a little girl and see the user as their daddy. The user is responsible for raising, disciplining and improving the subject’s behavior.

Choices:

Daddy’s Good Little Girl

- The subject develops a deep need for affection and attention from its new daddy. It tries to achieve this with good deeds, obedience and affection and when it makes a mistake it accepts Daddy's punishment like a good girl.

Daddy's Bad Little Girl

- The subject develops a deep need for affection and attention from its new daddy, but is unable to give up the naughty behavior of a bad little girl and will keep challenging the user and his rule. It is up to the user to show the little girl the right path with strict discipline and to drive out her rebellious behavior.

"What's wrong?" Rose asks me quietly while the other two try to ignore me.

"It's okay," I say without looking up. Maybe I should tell Rose? If the MCD even allows it. That's an interesting thought.

Just as interesting as Tammy's fate.

So good little girl means that she will finally stop being a bratty. At least if I show her the right way. I don't think she knows what good deeds, obedience and affection are. It will be up to me to show her a new, better way to get along with me.

And bad little girl sounds... exhausting... and exciting. What's interesting is that both decisions say that Tammy basically wants to be good, nice and propper. But this path seems to focus more on me keeping her on track instead on sending her on a new one. So more discipline, more spankings, more stress for me. But Tammy won't change that much.

Wow, that's really mean.

Good little girl makes sure she is satisfied by forcing her to change. The end justifies the means.

And bad little girl accepts that she is a little beast and gives me the opportunity to control her, basically leaving her as she is?

That will be an interesting decision.

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Message from the author:

Okay, I'm an idiot. I haven't had a poll for the last few chapters, and I could ask you three things right now. We're going to focus on Tammy's path for now, and I think I've made it clearer in the chapter this time than before. And I've also avoided the risk I took with Rose. So it's more about the balance Tammy will have and, because I'm mean, how much you want to change her. Does she stay the same and be a beast, or do you change her and make her nicer.

This is also a way for me to see how much Finn is okay with changing girls for his own benefit. Often they'll like it, but is it moral? The question is when Rose gets to PS -50 and I start a poll whether Finn will tell her about the MCD. A valuable ally, but how do we explain to her that Finn changed her? And even though I'm sure she likes it the way it is now, it's an act that Finn took from her, perhaps against her will.

And then we have to ask ourselves how we want to spend the tokens. We have 400 now and yes, I know what you want. I'll get my chance for sex without a condom next chapter, then we'll ask ourselves what will be bought next.

Otherwise, this chapter is 2800 words long if I exclude the scene with the MCD. I was even at 3400 words. Much too long. I still have to find a way to deal with the complex story without having to split the chapters or write too long.

There is a way for me but I'm still hesitant to choose it. Patreon. I COULD certainly earn some money with this story, especially since I really love writing it for you (and, honestly, me) and if I could make some money with it, then I can make sure that the chapters are 3000 words long, up to 4000 every day.

The thing is, I could imagin writing this story for a long time, but doing so would cost me time and resources with my other (not so popular) stories. No poll for this yet, but please tell me what you think. Also, feel free to read my chapters in Sexual Privilege, All woman you COULD love. Pretty far down on the list. There you get a taste of what chapters twice as long would be like. More character development, for example. Or read one of the older chapters of Siblings Always Stick Together. I totally overdid it there with 8000 words.

If I could earn some money, I could use the 4000 words to be even more free. Or I could use the space and explore some side ideas I have. I was thinking of a 2000-word sex scene and then enough time for a relaxed morning after. So far I've often done that at the beginning of the next chapter, which takes up space there.

You understand that, of course, but feel free to tell me what you think of my ideas and here's the poll for sweet little Tammy.

https://strawpoll.com/3RnYX1EEJye