The smell of chlorine

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Chapter 73

Chlorine. I love the smell. Even as a child, the smell of chlorine-based cleaning products always reminded me of the few times I could sneak into the water park to spend some time alone. I still didn't enjoy cleaning, especially because Tammy considered it game time to hunt me down with her cutting remarks of masculinity. From now on, Tammy's "game time" will consist of other activities, and I'm looking forward to seeing what I can "play" with her.

But I'm just as excited now as the smell of chlorine hits my nose, suggesting cool water and—along with volleyball—my favorite activity. After sex, I remind myself. This leisure activity had surprisingly quickly catapulted to the top of my list.

And there's Tana.

Her body glides effortlessly through the cool water as she does laps in our college's small but well-equipped pool. Being president of the swim club doesn't detract from her commitment to learning, but it makes her legs look toned, her breathing controlled, and her movements as fluid as the water around her. I have to admit, I admire her. She seems to be having just as much fun practicing her skills as I am. And I'm man enough to see she does it with much more determination then me.

And looks way batter doing so. Fuck her body is build well.

Except I'm not being an annoying jerk to everyone else in my life, I think to myself, stepping toward the edge of the pool into her field of vision. Tana doesn't break her laps, of course, but must have seen me when she reaches my side of the pool. Her spin in the water is perfect.

Just like her round, firm ass pushing itself toward me under her black athletic swimsuit while her body dips into the water. I can see her legs stretching and under her low body fat, there must be some impressive muscles working.

I'm going to bite that ass so hard she'll scream like she's in one of those hentai things, I loose to myself as she ignores me for the second time. And those round udders will jiggle when I fuck you, I ass as she swims the third lap without paying any attention to me.

"What do you want?" she asks at the end of her fourth lap. "I don't have time to deal with you." I had to kneel down in front of her to avoid falling into the water, but finally, she takes off her little diving goggles and stares up at me from the waterline. Her mouth is slightly open because her heart is pounding, and I enjoy imagining my cum flowing from the corners of her mouth as she stares at me with that same empty look.

I'm not angry at Tana. Not really. She's not as mean as the volleyball bitches whom I plan to visit later. She didn't intentionally hurt me.

But she made my girlfriend cry, and that's enough for me to rob you of your pressiois intellect.

A Bimbo at least seems more easy to manage and develop as one mindet girls like Sage and Sofia.

Tana only has herself to blame. If she had noticed me right away and acknowledged me as someone who wanted to talk to her, I wouldn't have had time to come up with a nasty plan to steal her intelligence and turn her into a dependent bimbo who needs me to survive.

"Lakota." Tana rolls her eyes.

"Finn, you're getting on my nerves. Lakota doesn't need you, and I..." But something has changed since our last conversation. If I interpret her bimbo path correctly, then I know how to deal with her.

"Lakota needs help, Tana," I interrupt her in the slightly annoyed but patient tone I use with Tammy when she wants to sleep in my bed, even if I've decided otherwise. You're just a stupid girl who doesn't understand how much help she needs with life. "You know that very well. And to be honest, I don't give a damn whether you understand that or not." Her slightly open mouth falls wider, and her breathing becomes heavier as shock and anger mix with her slight exhaustion.

"You little..."

"Come on girl," I say smugly, but it turns into a warm smile. "There's no point in lying to me. Whatever it is, Lakota and you can't do it alone. And I offer my help."

"Listen, you sick little fuck." Oh wow, I muse. _Either the problem is really big... Or there is something else bothering Tana _in regards to my involvement. Have I gone too far? "You're pathetic and we don't need your help." But she doesn't swim away either, as I note triumphantly. Almost there. I'll have you in a minute, you Asian beauty.

"I don't care," I reply, ignoring the insult, towering over her while still kneeling at the etc of the pool. You can't reach me anymore. I'm above you. Heh. High ground. "I offer Lakota my help." I don't really want to, but even though the MCD seems pretty racist, at least in terms of calling Lakota an Indian, I still believe that 'cooperation between the worlds' is a better way forward than contaminated blankets. "And am I not right to ask you, as her best friend, for help in conveying my offer to her?"

"That... I..." Oh, you poor thing. Torn between anger and the urge to follow my clever, logical suggestion? But I can see that Tana isn't quite ready yet. What is it with this girl that makes her so revel in her intelligence?

"You surely think the same, right? My idea isn't that bad. Do as I say and give Lakota my message. Can you do that?" Careful, Finn. Don't go too far. But...

"Okay."

Tana Hinata. +2 (PS -78)

Finally! Such a good girl.

"Thank you," I say kindly. "For your help." I smile and stand up. "Can you remember my phone number, or should I write you a note?" Again, I put a teasing sneer into my voice, and of course Tana is offended.

So I rattle off my phone number so fast that she can barely follow.

"Do you have it? It's just a few numbers after all." Tana blushes. She clings to the edge of the pool and looks down while I take the opportunity to stare at her large breasts under the wet, black fabric. Only briefly, then she finds her strength again.

"You know very well it's hard to remember things like that," she murmurs.

Tana Hinata. +1 (PS -77)

Is this already her path? Or have I really overwhelmed her? I know for sure that I couldn't remember a phone number.

"So I'd rather use the note," I say patiently, reaching into my pants and pulling out the note with the number.

"Why are you asking when you've already prepared a note?" snorts the Asian girl, from whom I'd like to know how much New World flows in her veins. I know nothing about her family or her life except that our paths will soon intersect very closely.

"Because I knew it would be a better idea to give you the note," I say, sounding almost, but not quite, arrogant. With that, I place the note with her other things at the edge of the pool. "Good idea, right?" Tana doesn't look me in the face again. She's obviously confused. But...

Tana Hinata. +1 (PS -76)

"I should... I should keep training and..."

"Good idea." I grin like the devil. "Thanks for your help." With that, I turn around and leave Tana to her still very capable but increasingly confused thoughts.

And turn to my next task.

Well, Lynchwood, you may not have a great job, but managing four sexy bitches is certainly a reason to want to relax at home with your lovely wife.

Relaxation, however, is the furthest thing from what I see on the four faces of the volleyball group I teach. But I'm not paying attention to Rania, Lynn, Sonya, and Candice, but applauding the other girls. Of course, there have been a few worried calls and messages asking where I am. Today, I'm late for every one of my commitments, and my four targets have probably already gotten their hopes up. The other group members, however, have set up two nets and started organizing a game on their own. Now these four are no longer my only bitches. Lakota and Tana will soon join them. But it's good to see that there are also normal, friendly, and socially intelligent girls in this world.

After my heartfelt apologies and a big compliment to the group, I bid these girls farewell with handshakes and a promise to be fully involved next time.

Then I turn to the four girls who don't turn to leave, shuffling around in their training attire.

Dear God, those four look like crap. Tired. Slumped. Hopeless. On the bus ride here, I took a closer look at their profiles.

Candice Barber / The Painslut "That hurts so good!" PS -51

Sweet Dreams. Dreaming of sexual pain and degradation. Making her want to punish herself while knowing only I can make her come.

Orgasm control. 70

Lynn Huoa / The Rival "I will destroy you!" PS -67

Sweet Dreams. Making her want to play against me.

Orgasm control. 70

Sonya Machintosh / The Robot "Beep boop beep. Yes Sir!" PS -30

Sweet Dreams. Making her want to give up control to me.

Orgasm control. 70

Rania Naziri / The thief "My precious!" PS -69

None

No wonder the four girls look like they've been running aimlessly through the desert, on the verge of dying of thirst. For Candice, Lynn, and Sonya, their Orgasm Control at 70 has prevented them from releasing the lust their Sweet Dreams gave them. Sonya is even further along than the others, but standing here, they all look equally tired, worried and ashamed.

Of course, as a benevolent Master, I couldn't accept that, and along the way, I made a few minor changes to the four girls' paths.

Candice Barber / The Painslut "That hurts so good!" PS -51

**** Honesty

Orgasm Control. 90.

Lynn Huoa / The Rival "I will destroy you!" PS -67

**** Honesty

Orgasm Control. 90.

Sonya Machintosh / The Robot "Beep boop beep. Yes Sir!" PS -30

**** Honesty

Orgasm Control. 90.

Rania Naziri / The Thief "My precious!" PS -69

**** Honesty

Orgasm Control. 90.

For the better, I think. At least they're all getting a little closer to their goal now and will achieve it if they gain a Progress Score through an orgasm. Otherwise, they'll surely have a lot of fun with the extra 20 percent on the way to release. This also applies to Rania now bacuase I have plans for her, as well as the other girls. I've taken away their Sweet Dreams. They don't need them anymore from now on, and the Orgasm Control is hopefully enough to make them all obedient.

Now I just have to get the four of them in line.

That's where the fun begins. Heh.

"Stand in line when I talk to you" I order sternly. The girls obey like zombies, and as they step onto the imaginary line I draw with my outstretched finger in the lynolium of the gym floor, I wonder why they don't rebel. Lynn seems to be close to it. Her eyes glare at me with murderous hatred, while Candice tries to do the same but fails most often. My little pain slut certainly tried to finger herself to orgasm without my help and flunked miserably. All the while getting bombarded with those dreams. Rania and Sonya seem to obey faster. Sonya can't look me in the eye, Rania barely manages before she lowers her gaze again. I approach the Lebanese girl, place my hand under her chin, and **** her to look at me. "Masturbate," I command, and the way she blinks stupidly at me is really sweet.

"Here?" she asks, remembering that she's a strong, rich girl. "I mean... n... I..." My fingers press her cheeks together in a **** kiss.

"You're my sluttypig girlfriend right?" I whisper into her face as her eyes widen. "Right now, you're at the very top of the totem pole here. So if you don't want me to put you at the very bottom... Finger your stupid slutty cunt!" It doesn't take long before her body sinks to the floor. Her legs spread, and her hand hesitantly slides under the fabric of her gym shorts while ber stomach rises fast. "Don't steal my time, sluttypig," I snarl, reminding her of her kinky ways. It seems to work. She looks up at me briefly, her three friends lined up next to her, their gazes lowered. Then Rania follows suit.

"Sorry," she says, inhaling as her hand bulges out her sports pants.

"Show me some respect. You know how to address me." Rania begins to pant slightly.

"Yes... Sir... I'm sorry, Sir."

"Good girl." I turn to the others. "This goes for all of you. You belong to me now. Understood?" That's the point. There isn't a ****... heh... ****... There isn't a **** that binds them to me. But still, they appear day after day, surrendering to me. I ask myself why but know that it need more time with them, probably in a one-on-one session with each of them, to figure it out.

"Yes, Sir," the other three say in subdued voices. Then I point to the garage for the sports equipment.

A short time later, I watch as Candice, Sonya, and Lynn, panting heavily, pull the large exercise mat into the middle of the large, empty gym. Rania, on her knees, her hand between her trembling legs, can only watch us while fingering herself.

"Today we're doing it here," I say. "In the open like you sluts like." With that, I beckon Rania over to me. "Keep your pants down!" My voice starts her off, but finally, she waddles over to us, her face bright red, her panties awkwardly between her legs and her face burning with shame.

"Please Finn," Rania whispers while waddling back in line with her friends, fingers still between her legs. "I hate those bitches, okay? I didn't mean to play a trick on you." She forces a smile onto her lips as she spreads her legs for me, just like her pussy, and presents her hole to me. "I'm your sluttypig girlfriend. You don't have to..."

"But I want to," I interrupt her. "Now keep fucking yourself with your fingers and show me how slutty you can be. You others too. I want to see four wet snatches, or I will punish you all. Now!"

It doesn't take long before the sight of four horny, wet, ****, and fearful bitches makes my cock hard. I still have to get used to the feeling. Not just having the power over women, but also the power with which my cock now throbs. I almost can feel the vines on my shaft, the blood rushing trough me and over the last days I had a this as if my body needed a good amount of new blood in order to keep at least some in my brain with this monster between my legs. Combined with the stamina perk, I could fuck them all half to **** before the day is over and still have leftovers for all of my family.

Deep inhale. Deep exhale. Calm down, Lynchwood. That's not why you're here. Well...

But before I can lose the fight against myself, Rania loses the fight against her cunt.

"Finn I ah... I want to nnnah... I... what's oh... happening..." She's sunk to her knees, legs spread, one hand on her shirt over her tits, the other between her legs. Lynn sits next to her, fully clothed, legs pressed together. Fighting spirit still intact. No problem. Candice is in her own world, pinching her nipples while four fingers drive hard into her. And Sonya stares at me constantly as she slowly and systematically caresses herself. If I had to guess, I'd say she understands best that she can't come, even though the others, including Rania, seem to understand it too.

"What's the matter, sluttypig?" I ask mockingly. "And you others too?" I have no idea if, and if so, how many times Rania has come in the meantime, but now it's not working.

"I can't... cum!" she whispers and tries to fuck herself faster.

Orgasm Control at 90, bitch. Good luck with that.

The other three are also hanging on to the last ten percent.

"Look at each other," I snear. "So pathetic. Rubbing yourself for a boy you hate and still can't cum?" Only now do the girls seem to realize that they're not the only ones with a problem. It wasn't an order, but they all obeyed me anyway, turning their heads to see their desperation reflected in the others' faces. "Such lousy bitches. Such a waste." I shake my head and walk up and down on them. "Poor girls. Brains mush from the need to cum, desperately asking why you do it." Their bodies don't react. But their eyes wander to my cock, which is stretching my sweatpants to bursting. "Why are you doing this?" I ask. And even though I'm really mean, this question is truly devilish, I know. "Why did you come here today when you knew what to expect?" Rania and Candice masturbate even harder. Lynn grits her teeth and moans. And Sonya doesn't change her routine. "Why can't you come? Why are you obeying me?" Finally, it's Sonya who tries to answer.

"Beacuse..." But her face goes slack and expressionless. She stares blankly into space. Then she shakes her head, looks around briefly, and continues fucking herself.

"Well..." Rainia moans, wanting to please her 'boyfriend'. "We... huurgh..." But she can't finish the thought either.

All four are nowhere near the point where the MCD allows them to realize that I am the one controlling them. At best, all of them understand that something is happening to them, but are prevented from connecting their obedience and their newfound fascination with their kinky behavior with me. So they blank out and I can use that to my advantage.

"I knew it. You're just a bunch of depreaved horny little sluts. You're spoiled and arrogant and know nothing of the efforts of the people below you." _Calm down, Finn_. That came from a place of hurt. You are in power now, above them. Use it wisely. Use it manly. With that, my hands wander down to my shorts. All eyes follow me. It looks like Candice and Rania are trying to rub their pussies of their body, and Lynn starts rubbing her legs together as if she were trying to light a fire. Sonya just keeps fingering herself. "You can't help it," I say, a little more calmly. "You can't... without this." With that, I pull my cock out of my pants, stiff and hard and so, so big.

The sight alone surely would make Candice cum if I didn't have control over her body.

"Finn... Sir... please..." Rania is the only one who dares to speak, but the others seem like she's saying exactly what everyone else is thinking. "I need it... please... I'm so close..."

"You want that, sluttypig? My big, big cock in your mouth?" I ask, bringing my cock right up close to her face. Her whole body trembles with excitement, and it's hilarious to see her instinctively open her mouth. But not to swallow me. Her eyes widen and she stares into my face in disbelief. "That's right. You can't talk about it. You simply can't because you don't care what happened with me. What happened with you." Rania nods, almost gladly for that she doesn't need tothink those wrong thoughts anymore that the MCD forbits her to have, looks down at my raging monster, and licks her lips. It's Sonya who stirs at my words, and I turn to her. "You feel it too, my little robo-slut. I control your fucking thoughts myself."

"Yes, Sir... Owner..." The girls stare at me in disbelief, then back down at my cock. It's heavy in my hand as I begin to pump it slowly, almost hypnitically. It's not just the girls who are horny. "Candicy, you piece of meat. Tell me how many times you fucked yourself." My painslut shakes her head wildly, but she can't beat the **** honesty perk. "I know it was a lot. Tell me how many times."

"I... I think... eighth times last week? Sir?" It's sweet. It's almost as if she's asking me for permission. But the number doesn't matter to me as I turn to Lynn.

"Fuck you," she murmurs under her ragged breath. "Twelve... twelve times, Sir."

"You horny slut. I didn't even have to ask you." Lynn looks down, embarrassed, as her hand slides between her pressed thighs.

"Sonya?" The unsure girl shakes her head.

"Tell me how many times you've tried to finger yourself to a pathetic orgasm."

"Task understood," she drones along, face slag with devotion. 'How many times have I fingered myself.' Execute. I've tried to finger myself to a pathetic orgasm nine times in the last week, Ssir." Then her eyes focus again, and she pulls her hand from between her legs, burying her face in her hands in shame. while smearing girly cunt juice on her cheek..

"There there," I comfort her, stepping in front of her. "Come here and kiss my cock." She lowers her hands imidiatly.

"Task understood. 'Come here and kiss my owner's cock.' Execute." Her lips lightly touch my glans, spreading precum over her chin and lower lip as she kisses me gently.

"Good girl." Then my eyes wander to Rania. I'm about to explode and briefly consider using the Orgasm Control perk on myself. But I'm no longer weak. That's the past. "And you?"

"Please, Sir! Finn! Please let your sluttypig girlfriend come." But I don't give in, I look at her sternly until she lowers her head. She says something too quietly to hear. I nudge her with my foot and she reacts. "Three."

"Just three times?" I ask. And she was the only one who had my permission come. "Three times a day." Never mind.

"Tell me the truth, Rania. Let me steal your thoughts. What were you thinking about?" It's just too much for Rannia. She's also on a crazy path who is hardly easy to explain. Or is it the loss of an outlet? Or maybe the fact that she's not as pumped up with false pride as her teammates. In any case, she's the first to break.

"You, Sir! I thought of you, Sir! Every time! Three or four times a day! I thought about breaking into your house and you catching and punishing me! I imagined us breaking into your enemies' house together, taking everything from them, and punishing them together!"

"And then?" A stupid question, but I'm horny too.

"Then we had sex, Sir." Her voice is about to break down. "It was so goooood! You took me and showed me what I could achieve when led." Oh! That wasn't in her sweet dreams. Could it be that those were her own desires? Is that why the MCD turned her into a thief?

"I won against you!" Lynn suddenly shrieks. "We bet if I could make you come, and I won!"

"You whipped me!" Candice screams the loudest. "For hours! I loved it!" But again, Sonya is silent. I look at her.

"I obeyed you, owner," she says quietly.

Yes. My volleyball bitches are ready. They don't know what's happening to them and they're so horny they don't care. They come to me voluntarily, without understanding that I'm the one who's causing their changes. To them, I simply seem to be someone who dominates them out of the blue, just in time for strange things to happen to them all. And all this time (for Rania, only recently), they can't come. Maybe all this allows for several answers, but through me, only one possible solution remains for all their suppressed questions.

"You can't come because you need my cock," I say, and receive nods from four ****, mega-horny, and divinely beautiful young women. "You need my cock and my guidance. That's why you keep coming back to me. That's why you obey. And that's why I can do whatever I want with you."

I step back a little. My feet are on the edge of the large gymnastics mat. I've won. These women belong to me.

"So. Who wants my dick?"

I'm almost knocked over when the four girls try to pounce on me at once. With their mouths wide open and tongues sticking out, they crawl toward me, but my outstretched hand holds them back like a Jedi with the ****.

"Wait, wait, wait. What makes you think you could decide? You're **** sluts who can't think straight." The four girls stop, their orderly line gone. Now they tumble over each other like jumbled building blocks.

"Y-Yes..." Rania murmurs first. "Y-You decide..."

"Becaaaaause?" God Lynchwood, you're mean. Motre like a Sith. Sonya gulps down her reservations.

"Because we're nothing but **** cunts who can't think straight." And next to her, Candice nods.

"God, I love playing with you dolls." I grin. But if I continue my game, I risk dying of lust. And that would be a stupid end to my journey. So I place my hand on Sonya's head. SHe leds me pat her like an object. Hell, almost it look like she loves it. "This is how it will work in the future," I explain while pulling the strong volleyball girl at me side like a pet dog. "It has nothing to do with who you are or what you've done to me or the other girls in this club. I decide when and how I fuck you, and who gets fucked first simply depends on who I want to fuck most at that moment." And here, Sonya wins, for no particular reason. Her mouth is simply the one I want to stick my cock in first. "Suck."

"Task understood," she drones like a good robot girl. But this time she smiles slyly. "Suck. Execute. Thank you, uhmmmm..."

Sonya Mackintosh. +2 (PS -28)

"Fuck finally," I moan. Not the points. I almost don't even care about them. Finally, I can stuff someone's mouth. And Sonya is good. I wonder if she's been training at home. In any case, I notice a significant improvement in her technique. Her knees are digging deep into the gymnastics mat, ass lifted to get me a good angle on her troat, her hands resting calmly and methodically on her thighs as her upper body and head move. I hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail while I feel her tongue glide around my cock. I really have to stretch the poor girl's throat, and it's clear she's completely overwhelmed, but Trooper Sonya isn't hindered by her stretched throat or the tears in her eyes. While she's struggling to be a good girl, I look at Lynn.

"Careful, silly girl. Not that you rub of your clit."

"Fuck you," she howls while rubbing herself faster. "I just need to... to..."

"Pfft. I bet... Oh yes, you slut." As I praise Sonya for pushing another inch of meat into her body, manipulated Lynn's eyes widen.

"What's your bet?" She asks, even stopping her rapid fire **** on her throbbing clit. "I'll take it! God, I'm so close!" I wonder if she will come if I take the bet. Nah. There's only one way to find out.

"I bet you're too stupid to come here and now."

"Fuuuuck!" She rubs herself again. "I bet... I can... I can... Aaaaargh!" She's really trying, I have to give her credit. I put my hands on Sonya's head and start pumping. I want to feel my balls against her chin. "When I win...

"I'll fully fuck you until orgasm if you win, okay?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Yes!" Okay, so that works too. As long as she agrees to the bet, I can suggest something.

"And if I win... good girl Sonya..." She did it, gurgling hard and surely in paint, but she did it. "If I win, you admit that you're a cock-hungry, small-titty slut and the best thing about you is my cock in your dirty little mouth."

"Deeeeaaaaah!"

"And you?" Candice twitches. Her titties are already red from all the pinching. "Wan't to cum?" She nods. No pride. Just desperation. "That's how it will always be from now on when we're together, my stupid little painslut. I decide, and you obey."

"Okay, Sir." She's learning.

"I could pinch your nipples. You want that? Feeling pain through me?" Another nod. Eager. Pleading desperately. "Come here." Candice practically pounces over Rania at my feet. She pushes herself onto her knees next to Sonya, leans back, hands on the gym mat and stretches her back so her titties are within my reach. "What do good sluts say?"

"Please, Sir, let me come! I want to be your good little pain slut. Please. It hurts so much and I can't take it anymore. Your pain is better than mine. Everything from you is better than what I can do." Real tears in her eyes. "I pinch and punch and hurt myself, but nothing works as good as when you..."

"Shut up." Candice bites her lip. Then her mouth opens in a silent scream as my fingertips wrap around her twitching, hot nipples. I can practically feel the energy in her body, and of all my sluts, she's the one I'm most certain I can make her explode today. I don't really want to, but maybe...

"Aaaaah! Aaaaahahahaaaaa! Nooooooo!"

"What's the problem slut?" I ask while twirling one of her nipples in my fingers. It hurts her, I can see it. But not enough so it seems.

"Please Sir! Master! Finn! Sir! Please hurt me more! Oh god, just a little more and I can..."

"Oh Sonya! Yes!" In that moment, whether by accident or—which would be kind of hot—on purpose, Sonya managed to wrap her tongue around my cock. It must be as if she had an arm down her throat. Truly impressive.

"Sorry Candice, honey," I snarl, and I don't mean it. She knows. "I'm just distracted. Maybe another time."

"No please I... I can beg more. I can apologize! Sir! I will do what you want to..." But my gaze doesn't allow for discussion. Whimpering softly, she falls onto her back and follows my gaze to Rania while tuging with both hands on both nipples.

"My turn, Sir?" she asks. There's hope in her voice, as well as concern. She knows it won't be easy for her, but I have to encourage her to try. "If you want? Please, Sir. I just want to be your good, sluttypig girlfriend, okay?" She smiles at me seductively, almost tenderly, while Sonya almost chokes on my cock. Mucus and saliva hang from her chin in thick, disgusting threads while Rania tries to turn the situation into a tender adventure. The girls aren't to blame. The plan is to drive them to despair, and I'm sticking to it.

"Nah," I shrug and look back at Lynn, while Rania can only gasp in shock. I grab Sonya and press her head against my body, holding it there. "What about you, you little slut?" I ask Lynn, but Sonya starts to struggle. "Wait a moment." Then I hit Sonya roughly on the back of the head. "New task, you robo-slut. Stay on my dick and pleasure me!"

Sonya Mackintosh. +6 (PS -22)

Sonya's body goes limp. Her muscles relax, and her eyes wander into her skull as I feel the air pushing past my cock and into her lungs. And she stays there, motionless. Only her tongue glides through the narrow space between her jaw and my cock, licking through the lake of mucus my cock has pumped up from her throat.

"So, Lynn? Time's up," I decide.

"No, I can... aaaahhhh... I can..." But I shake my head, and her body goes limp, too.

"Lost the bet. Sorry sweety. Do you want to tell us something?" She shakes her head, but of course, she loses. I almost laugh as I watch her struggle to keep the words from escaping, but then her cheeks puff out and her lips part.

"I'm a cock hungry small..." That must really hurt her. "Small titty slut and the best thing about me is... fucking shit... The best thing about me is your cock in my dirty little mouthcunt." That it you'd be a mouthcunt is new. Wow. Does she like to debase herself?

The next step is quick. Partly because I need it to be.

"Huuuurghaaaah..." A wave of mucus and saliva erupts from Sonya's mouth and lands, disgusting and large, between her legs. "Task... complete... Sir." Then I'm already at Lynn. She can only open her eyes and mouth before I've already rammed myself down her throat.

"Good little Asian slut." I pump into her while Lynn tries to say something back. Something combative, something angry, surely. "Gambling-addicted stupid slut. You want to play games with me? I can't wait." It's as if I can feel every ripple in Lynn's body. Every convulsive contraction of her flesh around my cock. Her hole is widened, and I feel myself pulling her body over me. I'm really rough with her.

This is for Lisa, you sluts, I think, and the anger at Lakota and Tana mixes with the anger at the four bitches. You want to drag me away from my loved ones? You want to attack me? Me!

"Sir?" A tender hand on my thigh makes me lower my head. There's Candice. On her knees. At my feet. She clings to my leg and stares up at me. How long have I been fucking Lynn? The poor thing is all sweaty and shaking. No fighting spirit left. Only submission. "Please. Lynn is in pain. She taken her lesson." Is she really becoming a good leader now? "Maybe I could suffer in her stead? Sir? Please? I know I'm just a pathetic dumb slut and my brain is broken but... please let me help and suffer for you?"

I hit her. My bitch slap let's her fly backwards. And I didn't even hit her that hard. I bet she wants it. In any case, she flies backward, her legs spread, and for a second I see her red, spread cunt twitching and screaming for attention. Candice screams too as she lands on her back and thrusts her hips into the air as if getting fucked.

"Yes! Yes! ... ... Nohohohoooo..." But it doesn't work. I thought it would. But maybe the MCD noticed that I'm not hitting her with the intention of causing her pain. Is that why? Does it make it easier for me to control her? I roughly push Lynn off my cock while looking down at Candice.

"Dear God, you're worthless." I shake my head.

"Yes," she sobbs. "I'm worthless. You're much better than me. Please inflict pain on me so I can come."

"Sir?" That's Rania. "Maybe I can? I-If you don't want to... than I can h-help you?" She makes really convincingly puppy eyes. "I will obey you and do everything you say. You're my boyfriend and I'll be your slut."

"You sure?" I ask and approach her. My cock is even bigger than before, swollen and wet with the saliva of two women. "You want to help?"

"Y..." Her eyes wander down to my cock and her mouth drops open. Then she looks back at me, gulps, and steels herself. "Yes Sir."

If I weren't in heaven, I'd be afraid of myself. I think it's called skullfuckin'. I once saw a porn about it, back in my previous life. As a man, I was somehow attracted to seeing a head rammed onto a cock so fast and hard that you could barely see the woman's face. On the screen of my old, broken cell phone, it looked sexy. Dominant. But here...

"Fuck yes! Yes, you fucking slut! **** on my dick, you fucking piece of meat!"

Well... I'll question the ethics of this after I'm done with Rania. Sonya silently stares down at the messy puddle between her legs, Candice pinches her clit, and Lynn is downright scared as the three of them watch me turn my sluttypig girlfriend into a pile of mincemeat.

"I'm... fucking..." I can't finish the sentence, I'm coming so hard. Rania's jaw might fall of, but I shoot a load of cum down her throat, pimping hard, then pulling out for another into her mouth. Then my cum flies in a high arc into her face, right under her eye. Quickly and hard, I grab the nearest fistful of hair I can reach and slam a second head next to Rania's. It's Sonya, whose cheek presses against Rania's while my cum gets squised between them and I shoot my load into both of their faces. Half a second later, Candice throws herself next to the two of them and opens her mouth as she receives the last cum shot.

And there I stand. Sweating heavily, breathing heavily. Spend to the last extend and feeling this relaxing emptines after a first great orgasm.

And with a growing guilty conscience.

Fuck, I think to myself, looking at Rania's and Sonya's watery eyes. That went a bit too far and...

But the MCD also gave me this kind of control, and it's clear that I can't feel the same way about my four volleyball slaves as I do about my family. But I'll deal with that later.

The next perk could be more cum, I consider. God, what if I continue to pimp up my Uber Cock and actually fuck the four of them? Cum bath and all?

"Sir?" Candice's voice is quiet and cautious. "May we... May we go? Please?"

Never mind a guilty conscience. Fucking shit already now? So fast? You're already going to argue? What a bunch of sluts.

"Why... phew... Why leave so early?" I wipe my face with my arm. Then I pull Lynn toward me.

"Hey you fucking..." At least she doesn't finish the sentence while I wipe my cock on her top.

"Well, of course you can leave." Lynn immediately jumps up, followed by—to my regret—Rania. The Lebanese girl holds her neck, but in doing so, loses the points she just earned as my obedient girlfriend right away. "Or do you want an orgasm?" Candice, just about to turn around, jerks her upper body back so hard that she loses her balance. Lynn skids to a stop. And Rania turns her head so fast that her face twists in pain. Only Sonya stays in her place, her legs wet with mucus and saliva. "So? What is it? Orgasm, yes or no?"

The question, of course, requires no answer, and so I'm standing alone in the middle of the hall, four half-naked girls some distance away.

Sonya really does have a hot ass, I think to myself, looking at her like a piece of meat on the market while she stands in a close group with the others, talking quietly but excitedly.

Of course they wanted an orgasm. They need it like air to breathe, and they're suffocating under the orgasm control. I'm sure they'll calm down eventually, since I deactivated Sweet Dreams. But their paths are active, driving them into my arms like a flock of sheep. And this flock of sheep has two things to do for me.

First, my plan. Each of them will be given a task. That was easy. They all agreed. Okay, Lynn was the most rebellious, as always, but that fits my plan, and if her path prevents her from submitting to me, then I can use that very path, make it a game, and finally get her on my spear.

There's the reward. Sex with me. Penetration. Orgasms, first for me, but then, I promised, for each of the girls. Even Lynn, who glared at me angrily. But right now, I'm concentrating on Sonya's ass, those glorious halves of luscious flesh that I can knead, mold, and penetrate.

If she allows me.

Because that's something I'll stick to.

After all, it's the girls who decide how I fuck them. Ass, pussy, or mouth. Those are the three options... for four girls.

Rania gives me a worried look over her shoulder that makes me grin. Because one of them will miss out. I'll leave one of them alone, something I'm sure they all actually want. But she can't admit it, and so I listen, amused, to the snatches of conversation that trickle down to me in a hurried, squashed mess.

"You know perfectly well I could satisfy him best with my pussy!" Lynn to Rania.

"But I'm his girlfriend. I deserve normal sex! Besides, he'd have to stare at your tits while he did it, and you know what he thinks!"

"Fuck you, you slut!" Lynn hesitates a bit. "Then I get the mouth! Sonya can have her ass destroyed!" Sonya remains silent and accepts everything that's said. There's still little left of the dashing young woman I've come to know.

"I deserve the ass!" Candice hisses angrily at her friends. "Let him plug your goddamn mouth with his dick!" Candice to Lynn.

"Fuck you! It was your idea to take those fucking photos. He's should make you puke with that fucking thing!"

"Sonya can have his dick! And you're right. I deserve not to get fucked!" But then Candice squeals when Lynn pinches her bare nipple vigorously.

"As if! Keep dreaming!"

It goes on and on. I stand there with my arms crossed, enjoying the power I have over the girls. Finally, when I think they're on the verge of open war, they seem to make up their minds. They turn around and approach me with red faces and downcast eyes.

"So?" I ask.

"We've decided, Sir," says Rania. Apparently she's been chosen to lead the discussion. Or she's voluntarily sacrificed herself in case I don't like the result, probably for a better position in the hierarchy. Does that mean I can't fuck her? But I wanted to.

"Then tell me sluttypig. My dick is impatient."

"Yes, Sir." Rania almost dies of shame. There are four proud, strong girls crawling at my feet. Metaphorically. The four of them are standing upright, but look as if a dirty look from me could topple them over. She takes a quick breath. "I get the vagina." I coff.

"The what?"

"I'm sorry, Sir." She's practically burning with shame. Good. We could have been friends. "We decide that you should fuck me in my dirty little cunt, Sir." I nod and point at Sonya. She's looking at me with those big eyes, but Rania speaks for her. "Mouth, Sir." Too bad. No ass. Well... I'm a gentleman and respect her decision. Or, I guess, the others' decision. Sonya begins to tremble slightly at the thought of my monster in her ass. I can understand her. But then a passive indifference takes over her expression. Apparently, she's been trying to think about what happened to my cock. With that, I point to Candice and Lynn.

"One of you two is going to get the hardest ass fucking I can muster. Who's it going to be the one I turn into mush?" The answer shouldn't surprise me. Candice raises her hand, and Rania, unsure if she's still supposed to be talking, points at her friend. "For real, Lynn? Okay, it was my fault for not thinking." From the corner of my eye, I see Rania shake her head slightly. Cute. She's defending me? "How about I add a titjob to the table?"

"Fuck..." Oh, how I enjoy watching the words stick in her throat. As if I've just fucked her mouth. She was always so smug. Now she can't even reply to a simple joke. Then I wave my arm.

"Okay, Lynn, sweet cheeks. You can go. No sex for you and no assignment." That's not entirely true, but she doesn't need to know that. After all, she won't ignore a call from her favorite gambling buddy. The question is, what kind of prank I can think up for her. "Now, fuck off." The four of us watch as Lynn tries to muster what little dignity she has left, along with her clothes, and marches out of the gym and into the locker room as upright and proud as possible. As for the other three...

"Rania." I almost laugh when the grown-up girl does something like she's standing at attention.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Your assignment." I've thought that through carefully, and I pull the MCD out of my pocket. It shows a picture of Lakota, my poor little warrior princess. "Do you know her?" Rania shakes her head. "Lakota Johnston. 21." I give her all the information I have on her. Then I grab Rania by the back of her head. She gasps as my fingers dig into her sweaty hair, and instinctively she opens her mouth. "Since you enjoy invading other people's privacy so much, I want you to do it with Lakota."

"Sir, I..." Rania realizes I'm asking her to do something criminal. "I'm doing it with you, Sir. Because with you... it's..."

"Relax, sluttypig. I'm sure you can do it." The MCD will help you. "Find out if... no, I know there's something in her life that's causing her trouble. Find out what it is. Find out how I can control her life so I can..." But it's a little too soon for that. Maybe Rania can also guess that I want to make Lakota, just like her, my plaything. Rania keeps struggling for another second.

"Okay, Sir." With a hard slap on the ass, I send her on her way.

"Your task is very simple," I say to Candice. "It's pretty easy to give you your price, so I want nothing more than... let's say... two thousand bucks?" Actually, I have no idea how easy it will be for Candice. But it's not like I really care. I have three girlfriends and only had my first date with Bella. That means at least eight more dates I have to go on in the near future, right? I want to spoil the woman who love me. Two thousand dollars, along with the rest of the first batch, should be enough. For now. Candice nods. Apparently, it's easy for her. Should I have demanded more? Meh. Candice is mine. I can demand more as often as I want. One slap on the ass, Candice moans like a slut, and she's off.

Now Sonya and I are alone.

"Did you say anything at all during the discussion?" I ask the girl.

"You own me," comes the answer, which confuses me a bit. "I want to serve."

"I can give you something to serve." I say, petting her head like a dog. Patronizing? Yes. Does she get wet? I check. She lets me, moaning slightly while my fingers dig under her shorty and trough her puffed labia. The answer is yes. "Come to my house. Tomorrow. Dress sexy. And serve me." And, of course, this answer is yes as well.

Sonya doesn't run away. She leaves. Completely normal. First to her house, to settle her affairs, then to me. With her, everything happens in her beautiful head, and I'm sure we'll both have fun.

For now, I'm alone and...

"Fuck!" I forgot to have her put away the gymnastics mat. Well, I can't think of everything. The subjugation of four beautiful girls is more important, and so I'm the one who first cleans and disinfects the gymnastics mat with a rag and then puts it back in the garage. The smell of chlorine fills my nostrils, pure and clean. Anything but what I made the four volleyball chicks. But it also hints at what I hope is just beginning to grow in the girls' minds.

I have purified them. Admittedly, I have also made them dirty. But only their bodies. Their souls will be cleansed through serving me. I will fuck out their desire to be mean and treacherous, and in the end, they will thank me. They will undergo the same transformation as Rose but with a different way to go. The goal is the same: Happyness. The path, the way, is just different, and as their owner, I have a duty to accompany them on this path. I may seem like a monster to them, but Sonya, at least I think so, is already beginning to understand that there are more advantages to being a mindless object than she previously suspected.

I'll start with her.

As the city passes by me, much later than planned, I look at the MCD.

"Oh! That's new."

Congratulations! You've brought all members of the group (**Lynchwood **Family) to a progress score of over at least +50. Family is the most important thing in life, and you've managed to unite the people who matter most under your leadership. You deserve a reward!

Tokens: 5000

In addition, the following group perk will be permanently unlocked for the **Lynchwood **Family group.

Don't mind us. It's just such a family thing. Level 1. (Cloaking: 10 feet. 10 minutes. Once per week.)

"Okay..." I click on the perk that apparently can't be assigned to any of my family members but is universal to them all. But there's an info field for Level 1.

Level 1: The MCD blocks (for the specified radius and time) the perception of non-activated bystanders and activated subjects outside the user's specified group (**Lynchwood Family), thus allowing the group (LynchwoodFamily) to behave freely outside of the normal family rules. For non-activated bystanders and activated subjects outside the group (Lynchwood Family), Level 1 removes the user and the Lynchwood **Family subjects from the scene and replaces them with a specific situation that cannot be interfered with.

Okay. Again, this crazy shit that's hard to understand. As far as I can tell, this perk helps me have little adventures with my family? I assume that the radius and duration increase as the level increases. Can I manage to fuck one of my girls in ten minutes? Well... Depends... In any case, it's a good start to bringing my family out into the world, and as far as I'm concerned, the rules of Lynchwood Home still apply in my apartment. That means I'm still pretty housebound for now, which is okay. Especially since Sonya is coming to visit me tomorrow. But with the perk, I can choose one member of my family one a week and do something with them for, for now, 10 minutes in a 10 feet radius. So, fucking them? What else? Mom could benefit from this. I think she's more a house puppy, but with this, I can walk her around the block one a week. And I could kiss Rose in public while we're on a secret date. And Tammy could be more free, at least in a confined space and time. To early to marry Jasmine, the whole world could be after me when the 10 minutes are over. But I could give her a good, hard pounding in her office space and the MCD would make it so that everybody would see it as just hugging? Heh. Kinky. I'm confident I'll have everything under control in that regard.

That leaves only my huge number of tokens to spend. That should be fun, and I'll probably be able to check out the higher-priced perks.

Finally, there's Rose's PS+50 bonus, which I expect will have few surprises. I'm particularly interested in the Freedom Score, but I'm certain I'll be watching these things with my beloved little sister.

Sage and Sofia also have a change coming up. PS -50 means their path will specialize.

I look out the window. I'll be home soon and have to prepare my family for the next day. I don't want Sonya to get a shock. But I still have time for one change.

"Hmm..." I muse. But then the MCD vibrates in my hand.

Tana Hinata. +2 (PS-74)

Lakota Johnston. +8 (PS -82)

"Heh." I could be a gentleman... "Well..."

'So?' I write to Tana with a smug grin on my lips. 'Have you talked to her yet?' At first, nothing happens, but then a text comes.

'No. Why?' Now I can't stop myself and laugh out loud.

'Come on. I know you did. I mean, you're a smart girl. And smart girls recognize a good idea. Even if it comes from someone else.' Nothing for a while, then the three dots appear. Then her text.

'Okay. Whatever,’

‘And smart girls can admit when someone else had a better idea than them, right?’ The three dots again. I’m really, really mean today.

‘Right.’

‘Say it. I wanted to hear it.’ Okay. Really mean. Three dots appear, disappear, and reappear.

‘Your idea was better than mine.’

Tana Hinata. +9 (PS -65)

Then nothing else happens. Surely she has to get over the feeling that’s come over her: relying on someone else’s intelligence.

‘Thanks,’ I write because I’m a nice guy, but I don’t expect a reaction from back. Maybe it’s even worse for Tana than the things I could buy with my tokens for the volleyball chicks.

And with that, my decision is made.

“Time to go shopping.”

(This time really important) Message from the author:

Like I said in the upper section of author's message, this chapter got delayed a day. We're lucky I did to be honest. I do this often, taking a day of in order to read through the chapter with a fresh mind. At first it was planned to let Sonya come to Finn's Home right away. But after a day of thinking it would serve the pacing better when she comes along tomorrow. So, the next chapter will be about the evening of Sage and Sofia and their first account of mixed minds. And there will be two interesting twists, well, one twist and one small surprise (at least for me who knows better about US-Airplanes than celebrities). I plan to publish before next weekend because I have family over. Right now, I'm pretty fluend in my writing and have high hopes it stays this way.

I'm actually fast enough that I wrote 2 chapters last week! This is the second reason why I could only publish today because I spend the first three days of last week writing a great chapter about Jasmine.

I know that many of you find the **Lynchwood **Family engaging, and I've been looking for a way to keep them from getting "lost" in the second act. My answer is a series of POV chapters that are separate from the story but still part of it. I've already written Jasmine's morning routine as a devoted wifey. Then Tammy will report on her week in her diary, everything she did with her daddy. Jasmine will return and report on what she's been up to while Finn and Rose are out in the world. And of course, puppy Michelle will have an exciting day too. At the end, Jasmine will welcome Finn home in the evening and end the day.

So that's five additional chapters that I'll be writing so far. The plan is to publish these chapters separately, one per month (if I can't find more material) but the plan is more like one chapter a week. From next week onwards, they'll be on Ko-Fi for paying readers. I'll definitely include some chapters, like the meeting between **Rose and Lisa, in the regular story at some point, but the plan is to write a series of chapters that can be inserted into the story somewhere in the first half of act two.** Hopefully, this will help create a financial incentive for me to support myself.

I'll work on it for one week (two at the most) to see if I can deliver consistently, and then look for a way to share my chapters with paying customers. In case that Ko-Fi too is against such foul writings on their page.

This way, I can also accept commissions from readers who have a special request that can't be directly incorporated into the story. I'm open to listening to any kink and discussing it (privately or in the comments). If I can make something out of your idea, I can write you a chapter with your wishes. This would include chapters that would be completely outside the story. For the (presumably) three people who want Rose to be Finn's **** or something. ;) Basically, I also want to offer something to readers who may have been overlooked in the polls. I'm thinking of a world where Lisa is a bit more dominant and Finn has chosen a different path with her for example.

The sky's the limit.

Okay. Tokens. We now have 6300 with the 100 Tana just gave us. I think that, as always, the best option is a multiple-choice poll where I choose the best combination from the top options. So, as always.

Pimp my MC. Shall we complete Finn?

Dream Body. 2000 Tokens. That would make him an Adonis, and it would fit the theme where he has to explain his changes to several subjects.

Maximize sperm quantity. 400 Tokens.

A must, if you ask me. What's a huge cock with great stamina if it "only" produces normal amounts of cum? That's why I made it so cheap. ;)

We could also go the dominant route.

Slaved Taste Buds. 200 tokens. Not only useful for Michelle. Imagine him mixing a drop of semen into a glass in college or during volleyball. Inhibitions would be down off course.

Extremely Sensitive Hands I. 200 tokens.

That would make the subject want to be very close to Finn. Good for Lakota and Tana, I'd say.

Extremely Sensitive Mouth I. 400 tokens.

Good for poor Sonya, who will get her skull fucked tomorrow.

Personally, I think Invisibility. 3200 tokens would be very useful. Originally, this was also intended for {Lakota and Tana so Finn could watch them moving around. (Works with Heather too). Now, however, Finn could use it on Rania and her mission if the girl is too nervous to commit a real criminal act for Finn. (Break-in Lakota's House).

If you come up with a great solution that can't be solved with the amount of tokens right now, I'll add the tokens that Sage and Sofia will use in the next chapter.

https://strawpoll.com/e2naXjlelyB

I also finally found out the name of Tana's model. Ai Shinozaki is her name, and that means I can now find more photos of her, not only in her swimming suit.

If I'd known this beforehand, the meeting at the pool might have taken place somewhere else, but I want to post the chapter now. Besides, I like the smell of chlorine and want to keep the chapter's name, even though I've included so many Star Wars references in this chapter. That wasn't intentional this time.

Finding Ai Shinozaki means Tana's model will stay. As for her (incredibly attractive replacement) Emiru...

...

...

Well fuck. :(

In light of the events of the last few days, I've had to think a lot about her inclusion in the story. I'm not really in the loop myself (let's better talk about Venezuela and the US intervention there instead), but as far as I know, Emiru was groped and almost kissed by a guy on Twitch Con while her meet and greet. That changed a lot for me, even personally and with my view on the world I live in, and before I share my thoughts here, I want to let the situation calm down, gather some more information, examine my conscience, and check my worldview. More on Emiru later. Thanks for your understanding.

Let me end this with some nice, safe, personal information. Jurassic Park Evolution 3 comes out tomorrow. I haven't wanted a game this much since Kingdom Come Deliverance 2, and I've pre-ordered the Collector's Edition straight away. My favorite dinosaurs are, of course, the Veloci Raptors. In my opinion, they're the perfect animals. But damn, Indominus Rex is probably even more popular with me, and I wish he'd survived the first Jurassic World. Indoraptor is also a really likeable villain, and I was really annoyed that they killed him off. But hey, I never managed to breed Induminus or Indoraptor in any of the previous games. Evolution 1 AND 2 were okay as games, but I've already spent €120 on both games, not counting DLC, just to get the game I always deserved. Terrain features, babies, and the like. Is it really fair to have to spend another €60? Well... €75 in my case. I did it, and I think the game's creators (still) deserve it. But hey, what do you think? Did I fall for the marketing, or will I finally be able to release the Idominus?

God is this thing cool...

Well, wish me luck and I will give my best to pump out some smut for you while waiting for my raptors to breed. ;)

Fly safe and remember. Life... eh... Life finds a way.