A) Matched Pair

Hell yes! With this new perk, I have another way to get to Sabra. However, I need to test it first and see if it works the way I think it does. I'll head to Caitlin's office and-

A new notification comes in from the app.

“Congratulations on reaching S tier! As a special reward, all S tier users get a special perk.

General Safety Features: The people in your matches' lives who could cause problems, such as family members, friends, coworkers, etc, cannot tell anyone about anything weird they see or hear. They also can not do anything to interfere with your orders. This will not reprogram their minds, they will simply be unable to take action against you.

Warning: This does not mean there are no consequences for what you do with your matches. You still cannot order your girls to do unacceptable things in public without anyone calling the police. It just means that the people who feel responsible for them will not be able to act on that responsibility.”

Shitting fuckballs! What the hell is this?! I can do whatever I want with my girls with no consequences? Okay, not anything, it's clearly warning me not to do anything, but a hell of a lot! This explains why so many girls can be missing from classes without a bunch of private investigators hired by parents showing up to ask where they all went.

I write a group message for my girls, other than Caitlin of course, telling them that they're never going to class again, their whole lives are just about pleasing me now. I start to write Caitlin a message telling her to get rid of anyone in her office because I'm on the way there, but then I get a message.

It's from Jezebel. “Thank you for enslaving my soul, my dark lord! I eagerly await your orders!”

What the fuck?

This is too weird. I have to check this out in person. I delete the message to Caitlin and instead write out my plan in a message to her. “After your classes, I have a special project for you. Get a girlfriend. Use dating apps, lesbian bars, whatever you have to. Preferably hot, but the most important thing is that you can push her around and make her do what you want. I want you in a relationship with a woman as soon as possible.”

I get a message back from Caitlin within a minute saying that she's eager to play out this fantasy for me. Great, that's sorted. I send a message to Jezebel asking where she is. She sends me an address.

I drive there as fast as I can. It takes awhile because it's outside the city, in a suburb. I pull up to a little, yellow house with a bunch of cute gnome lawn ornaments on the lawn. I knock on the door and wait.

The door is opened by a short, pudgy women in her fifties wearing thick glasses and her hair pulled back in a bun. She politely says, “Hello! Are you a friend of Jenny's?”

“Jenny? I'm here to see Jezebel.”

“Oh yes, that's Jenny's screen name! She's so good at the Fort Fight game. Is that what it's called? Nevermind, come on in!”

I go in and look around. I have never seen so many cat figurines in my life. Every shelf, every counter top, they're just everywhere.

The woman closes the door and says, “I'm Mrs. Sinclair. Do you know Jenny from school?”

“Mom!” yells a voice from behind me. “I told you, I'm not “Jenny” anymore and I don't use your dumb name “Sinclair”! I'm Jezebel Sinn now! It's not just a screen name!”

I turn around and see her standing in the hallway. She's wearing a red top and a black skirt that do not hide any more than necessary of her great body.

She looks at me and her eyes go wide. “You're him! The dark lord, here to take me away!”

“Oh, I don't know about this, Jenny,” says her mom. “This doesn't seem appropriate.”

Jezebel looks like she's about to start screaming at her mother, but I don't need that drama. I think it's time to test out how well this new perk really works. I lower my voice an octave for effect and say, “Jezebel, kneel before me.”

Her head snaps back in my direction. With no hesitation at all, the busty girl walks forward, kneels at my feet, and puts her hands together. “Yes, my dark lord! I live to serve you!”

“Oh, this doesn't seem appropriate at all!” says Mrs. Sinclair. “Young man, would you mind letting my daughter get up off the floor?”

I turn to her and say, “No.”

She smiles at me nervously for a second, then says, “Well, okay then.”

Jezebel asks, “My dark lord, would you like to go to my room?”

Mrs. Sinclair shakes her head. “Young miss, you know you're not allowed to have boys in your room.”

“Jezebel,” I say, “take me to your room.”

She hops up, looking almost giddy, takes my hand and pulls me down the hall as her mother says, “Well, I really wish you wouldn't-.”

The busty goth pulls me into her room and slams the door. The walls of her room are bright pink, but not much of them is visible. They're covered with posters, shelves full of creepy black clothed dolls, and dark drawings that she's taped up.

“Let me show you my room!” She points to a poster and says, “This is my Coal Chamber poster, I really love the graphics. It's like a chibi art style, but it's their vibe, you know? And here are my Jack Skellington and Emily the Strange dolls, which is my favorite collection. And here are my-”

“Stop!” I interrupt. She was about to point to the pile of Care Bears, and if she starts explaining why one of them is wearing bondage gear, that might take awhile.

She not only stops, she drops back down onto her knees and bows her head. “I'm sorry, my dark lord! I don't want to bore you with my trivial, mortal concerns!”

“Cool, cool. So, the “dark lord” thing is a little much. You can just call me “lord”. “Jezebel” is a mouthful too, so I think I'll call you Jez.”

“Yes, my lord! Thank you for rechristening me as you please! Is there anything else you'd like from me?”

“Sure! How about you show me that hot body?”

“Of course, my lord, my body belongs to you!”

She stands up and strips, starting with her top. I have no idea how she's so into me so fast, but right now I just want to see those tits. I am not disappointed. The moment she pulls up her red bra, I know I've hit the jackpot.

“Unholy fuck, those are nice!” I reach out and grab them. My hands don't even come close to covering her sweater mountains.

Jez closes her eyes and opens her mouth a bit, inhaling deeply. “They're very sensitive. They were made for you. My whole body was made for your whims.” She moans as I squeeze her nipples and massage her big tits. I keep at this for a couple of minutes, really enjoying myself, until she asks, “Are you going to take me away from this misery, my lord?”

“Yeah, that's the plan.”

“So I don't have to go back to high school and all those fake, judgmental assholes?”

“Nope. I officially order you to quit high school! From now on, your life is all about serving me! I have an apartment uptown with all my other girls. You'll be moving in with us.”

“You have a harem?! Like an anime?!” Her eyes light up. “I can't wait to meet them all! I'm already packed and ready to go!”

I look over at the suitcase she's pointing to. “Did you pack that while I was on my way here?”

“No, my lord. I packed it yesterday in preparation.”

“But... we hadn't even matched yet yesterday.”

“I knew we would!” She stops and breathes deeply as I twist her sensitive nipples. “I've been preparing the ritual for summoning you! I knew that on my eighteenth birthday I'd be a legal adult and Carol and Bob wouldn't be able to make me live in this shitty, ticky-tacky prison anymore! I'm so sick of their normie, bullshit piano recitals and-!”

“Hold up! Ritual?”

She points to the curtain behind her. I pull it back and look out the window. There's a pentagram burned into the grass in the back yard. “Fucking hell!”

“I did the ritual at midnight, then immediately signed up for every dating app so you could find me! I spent all morning looking through profiles, but most were just assholes. Then I saw your profile, and the message told me that this was meant to be. It said that the algorithm had determined that you were the dark prince of my dreams, ready to carry me off!”

Wow, that recommended match perk didn't just send her a message saying we had chemistry, it customized the message to what this nutjob wanted to hear. Nice!

Is she a nutjob? Can you call someone crazy when they turn out to be right?

“Then, when I matched you, I knew that you were the one! I felt this power over me, like you owned me and I couldn't disobey you! I always knew that dark powers were real, but now I could feel it! I feel it every time you give me an order, an irresistible infernal power that bends my will!” A tiny bit of doubt creeps into her face. “That's true, isn't it, my lord? You're an infernal power? You work for the devil?”

Well, that part of the meeting last night wasn't clear, but... maybe. “Yes! That's exactly right!”

Jez's mouth drops open and her expression is total love and devotion. “Take me, my lord! Show me that I belong to you! Ravish this body that was made for you!”