Sweet & Sour (Clean version)

Somehow, despite Gretchen’s constant gagging and Lana’s increasingly gritting face, Gretchen managed to finish the carrot.

After dining on few pieces inside her asshole, she sucked in the furthest remaining piece straight into her mouth. She crunched it down with a sour face and somehow managed to swallow it.

That put a big smile on my face. I got the point that I needed.

“Alright. Thank Lana for the meal, Gretchen.”

“Th-Thanks… for the meal…” she muttered awkwardly.

“Gretchen, go take a quick shower. We’ll be leaving now,” I said, as I got up.

“Huh? But…” Lana sounded surprised. She wasn’t expecting all this to end so soon. Gretchen was already running towards Lana’s bathroom. She didn’t want to keep me waiting. And was probably really glad to get rid of the chocolate still covering her body.

“Oh don’t worry about me, Lana. I’ll be fucking Gretchie here to the break of dawn. It seems like you’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do anyway.”

She didn’t know quite what to say to that. She just surveyed her cream- and chocolatey filled living room in despair.

We heard the shower turn on.

I sighed. “She’s gonna take a while. But hey, you can help me and Gretchie’s lovemaking session get off to a good start.” I opened up my zipper, and whipped out my huge cock.

“Suck me off while we wait.”

I was in car with Gretchen again. This time she was driving.

Her body was in pristine condition again. Good. I didn’t want any of that chocolate on me.

Gretchen’s shower was just short enough that Lana didn’t manage to finish the blowjob, leaving both of us feeling unsatisfied. But I told her that’s how I wanted it, so I’d have more stuff to give Gretchie.

I didn’t know why I liked teasing Lana so much. I guess the jealous look on her face was so priceless.

Although I had to be careful. I couldn’t take it overboard. What if the two ended up killing each other? I had no rule in the app that they couldn’t do that. Well, except the part that they didn’t want to displease me, but who knows? They might still get into a jealous rage and lose all sense of reason.

I picked up my phone. A lot of stuff had happened today, and it was more than a good moment for ACTA.

Huh. The app had had a silent update.

I was met with a new notification immediately.

Update on trait upgrades:

Hello, user! This is a small rule update to the trait upgrades. From now on, only traits and upgrades that have been used in some real world way at least once can be upgraded.

That is all! Thank you for your continued patronage!

…Okay. I guess that made sense in a way.

So what traits did that leave out?

I went through the traits I had gathered so far. The ones that had their upgrade button greyed out were:

Ulla’s OPPRESSED FOR REAL. I guess I hadn’t used the latest upgrade in any fashion yet. Also her I HAVE TO WEAR THAT? OKAY… was still unused as well.

Then there was Maria’s YOU DESERVE THIS, Gloria’s NO, DADDY, NOT AGAIN!, Michelle’s YES, DEAR, Maddy’s JUST A PRANK, BRO and Reagan’s CHICKEN! BAWK BAWK!.

All in all, seven uncorked traits.

For some reason, Henrika’s BINDING CONTRACT seemed to be upgradable. Which was weird, since I hadn’t practically “used” it yet. Did me just looking at the counter mean I had used it? Or was this trait special, since it could only be used once anyway, and the app was giving me some leeway with it?

Anyway, looked like the time wasn’t quite right for the upgrades yet. I hadn’t been 24 hours since I upgraded Ulla’s trait the night before. But it was coming up real soon.

Also, I couldn’t help but notice that Anna-Marie, Bonnie and Rachel all had new trait choices. I guess these were the holdovers from yesterday.

Not for Alexa, though. Odd. I guess she was the one I found about the least.

Well, these were the choices.

Anna-Marie:

-EXHIBITIONIST-

ROUTE A –EXHIBITIONISM

-LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?-

The subject will receive **** sexual pleasure when they feel like the user is leering at them perversely, for example, staring at their tits or their ass. The subject will then feel unavoidable desire to give the user a better or a sexier view of the assets, by changing positions of revealing skin.

ROUTE B –EXHIBITIONISM

-PLEASE LOOK AT ME-

The subject will feel **** desire to show parts of their bodies to the user. They will find excuses why their clothes suddenly drop in front of the user, or why they accidentally send the user nude pics. If they don’t do this once in a while, the desire will grow unsurmountable. Doing this gives the subject great sexual pleasure.

Rachel Meadows:

-SADIST-

ROUTE A –MASOCHISM

-PAY IT FORWARD-

The subject’s desire to do sadistic actions to others will grow into an obsession. However, they can’t cause pain to others, unless the user causes the subject pain first. For example: If the subject wishes to spank someone’s ass, the user must spank the subject’s ass first. The subject is only allowed to do actions that the user has made them feel first.

The subject will automatically understand these rules once the trait is activated, and won’t think of them as abnormal.

ROUTE B -MASOCHISM

-MIRRORING-

The subject’s desire to do sadistic actions to others will grow into an obsession. However, every time they hurt someone, they will also feel the same pain immediately. For example, if the subject whips someone’s ass, they will get a whipping sensation on their own ass as well. The pain the subject receives will give them sexual pleasure.

Bonnie Travan:

-DEEP INTROVERT-

ROUTE A -IMAGINATION

-THE SUBSTITUTE-

The user is able to give the subject a dildo, or a sexdoll, or practically anything and tell them to consider that as your substitute. The subject will then feel intense desire to make love to the substitute many times a day, thinking of the user every time they use it.

ROUTE B –TRUST

-THE CARETAKER-

It will be even harder for the subject to interact with other people than the user, and they will quickly realize they need the user’s help in their daily life. The subject will feel co-dependent need for the user. The bigger the need gets, the bigger their lust gets as well.

Well, I had a lot of deciding to do. Too much, in fact.

Gretchen had just arrived at my house.

There was still a chance that Maria’s goons were hanging around here, so I didn’t feel like being this out in the open for very long. Me and Gretchen quickly sneaked inside my apartment through the backdoor.

Once inside, I was almost proud of Gretchen.

She remembered the rules of my apartment.

No clothes. And no walking.

Once she stepped inside, she immediately took off every stitch of clothing she had, and kneeled in my hallway.

Good girl.

Well, we were here. And I had two points to go.

I had three tricks in my arsenal on how to get them.

If those didn’t work… I’d have to improvise again. And that could get messy.

I didn’t feel like wasting time on foreplay or anything. It was starting to get late anyways. I just really wanted to finish this day with that shiny +100.

Alright then. First trick.

This time I hadn’t bothered to hide Mickey’s terrarium. Gretchen already knew he was here.

I picked up the small mouse in my hand, and began approaching Gretchen.

You know, you’d think any sane person would be shook up if they had to go through all the things that Gretchen did today.

Despite all that, this was the most scared I had seen her all day.

“no… master, please, no!”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing her say that.

I didn’t even know that she could still say no to me.

She slowly backed away, towards the door, until her whole naked back was sticking against it. She breathed and whined like a woman in absolute terror. Specially when little Mickey squeaked.

“Gretchen. I order you to stay still. Do not disobey me.”

Gretchen stared deep into my eyes, and tried to calm down. However, with each step I took towards her, she began shaking again, trying to find the nearest escape route.

“Gretchen. Listen to me. I’m giving you an order. You are going to pet Mickey here.”

Gretchen let out a weirdest screech I had ever heard from her. It was both a scream of terror, and a scream of resignation. It started high, but ended up very low and sad.

She knew this was going to happen, and she wouldn’t have the willpower to stop it.

She hugged her knees, and placed her head on them in pure misery.

I was really close to her now. Close enough to kneel down, and bring Mickey to her face.

“Gretchen. Look up.”

She didn’t.

“Gretchen. Are you going to disappoint your master?”

I had never seen Gretchen shake this much. But she somehow still lifted her head, extremely slowly, and saw the tiny mouse fritter away inside my fist. She balked.

Gretchen was breathing so fast now, that it almost sounded like she was giving birth.

“Pet his head. Now.”

Gretchen stared at Mickey like he was the spawn of Satan.

Then she looked into me. Her **** eyes pleaded me like her life depended on it.

I had never seen her look so… disheveled.

I shook my head.

"Gretchen. I know you can do this. Trust me."

And then, just like that, something I thought would never happen. Gretchen's hand moved. Almost involuntarily.

Then, slow as slow can be, her forefinger landed on Mickey’s head, and carefully, daintily stroked the little rodent’s head.

Awww.

How sweet.

You know, if this was a Disney movie, the very fact that I just ordered Gretchen to get over her biggest fear by enforcing her with the willpower she never had herself… That would have been really beautiful. Something that would easily get me to a +100 as our souls perfectly combined in harmony.

This wasn’t a Disney movie though.

And as meaningful as this all felt, there was a sad reality behind all this.

This wasn’t humiliating. If anything, it was empowering. Just because it was something that was hard to do, didn’t make it humiliating.

But hey. I had to try. And now I knew that for certain.

Only degrading stuff counted.

Perhaps it wasn’t all bad. There was an odd relaxation happening in Gretchen as she slowly fingered the mouse’s head. Like it wasn’t the absolute horror she had always envisioned.

She was even beginning to breathe normally again.

I sighed, as I took Mickey away from Gretchen. Gretchen practically fell on the floor with mental exhaustion.

As I placed Mickey back to his terrarium, I cursed. I had only two more tricks up my sleeve.

In my calculations, both of them had to work. If one didn’t, then one would have to be worth 2 points.

Hopefully.

“Gretchen. Follow me to the bathroom.”

I sat on the toilet, staring at Gretchen, who was kneeling in front of me.

Seemed like she got her strength back. Although I could tell she was feeling very bad omens about being in here with me.

Was I really going to do this?

I never thought I’d get to do this with someone. Not during my lifetime.

And here we were.

First time for everything, I guess?

“Gretchen…” oh boy. That word came out little high-pitched. This almost felt like a role reversal, with me being flustered this time.

“Gretchen.” I cleared my throat. “You are now going to… drink my piss. Do you understand?”

Gretchen covered her face in her hands. She knew that this was coming. Perhaps she had seen the signposts along the way for weeks now. But this was how far she had fallen. On her knees. In front of my toilet. Ready to be the receptacle for my urine.

Was there any fight left in her? I mean any at all?

She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t screaming. She didn’t have the terror in her eyes as she had with Mickey.

It was like she was trying to steel herself.

For me.

Ten seconds later, she lifted her head.

“Y…. Y….” She took five more seconds, staring at the floor, and thinking to herself.

Then she got up again. “Yes… master.”

…

No… points?

How… in the name of fuc-

All of a sudden, my phone let out a small chime. It was a weird one. Like a negative gong. One that I had never heard before.

I quickly picked up my phone.

The Submission Accelerator had a new notification.

Hey, user!

We see that you’re currently making a morally questionable decision!

This is a good time to remind you of your “User Agreement” (hopefully you’ve read it.)

There are some actions, that the Submission Accelerator cannot allow the user to order other people to do. The actions are:

1. ****

2. Suicide

3. **** **** on someone or themselves.

4. Cannibalism

5. ****

6. Sexual actions with persons below the age of 18.

If the user insists on making the subject do any of the above, the Submission Accelerator will be deleted from their phone and all their progression will be reset.

So please don’t, okay?

In addition to that, there are few “questionable decisions” that we will allow the user to do, but the user can never achieve points with them. These are:

1. Making the subject drink urine.

2. Making the subject eat excrement.

Hopefully that clears things up. The items on these lists are non-negotiable. There may be some new items that can be added to the lists later on, and we hold the rights to do so at any point.

Thank you for your continued patronage!

“Morally questionable decision?”

How the fuck would you categorize everything else I’ve done so far then?

Sigh… Well, at least I knew better now.

I guess I should’ve read the User Agreement. But they’re always so fucking boring.

Well, first of all, I had zero desire to do any of the six things listed as the big no-nos. So knowing that was no change for me.

And, actually, I was pretty happy about the fifth one. That meant I’d scratch any further plans I had with Mickey and Gretchen. I really, really didn’t want take any chances with that stuff.

So what about the piss and shit stuff?

I definitely never wanted to **** anybody to eat my shit. Way too disgusting. I’d barf.

I guess eating ass didn’t count as eating shit? I mean Gretchen just got a point from practically doing that. Yeah, I guess you could call that the light version?

But piss too? Oh man.

Oh fuck. I had been scrolling the phone for a minute now, and forgot about Gretchen. She must’ve been still in a state of disillusionment, wondering if I was going to piss into her mouth or not.

Well, was I?

…

“Gretchen. Wrap your lips around my dick.”

She coughed a little bit with trepidation, knowing that the moment had arrived.

Like she had done so many times before, she shoved my huge dick down her throat, as far as she could.

I couldn’t really make her drink my piss. Just wasn’t my thing.

I only needed to do this for the points, but now that was no longer possible…

I grabbed Gretchen’s head with both of my hands.

“I’m not going to piss in your mouth, Gretchie. Just needed to know you would do it.”

Her face lightened up.

“But I am going to fuck your throat again, slavecunt.”

Without further warning, I began forcefully moving her face up and down my crotch.

GLAK! GLUP! GLAK! GLUP!

Man, I’m never going to get tired of that sound. Or the panicy look on her face.