Way too fast

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Chapter 18

With Jasmine out of the house, Tammy barricaded in her room and Rose who I don't want to treat badly, I only have one target left to vent my shock and anger.

I wait patiently with icy anger for nightfall, surprising myself with how calm I am. I don't even look at the MCD, ignoring the flashing screen, as the state of impotent rage burns into my memory like ice-cold fire.

It's actually too early. Mom is at -35. But I can't wait any longer. I won't wait any longer.

And I don't have to wait much longer.

Slowly, carefully. I almost don't hear her as she sneaks through the house in her socks and long silky pink and black nightgown. She's probably hoping to pour herself a glass of water while I spend the last night on the floor upstairs with Rose. Never again will I or my sister sleep on the floor. Never again will I submit to Jasmine. And never again will Tammy feel superior to me.

I know deep down that it's still a long way off and that not everything will go according to plan, and can't go according to plan. But when Mom notices me and is startled, I know that this plan will work.

"Finn," she gasps. "I-I didn't expect you here."

"I can't sleep," I say from the sofa, my voice cold, my face expressionless, my eyes dark.

"S-So? Wh..." She has to swallow. "Why is that?" I could tell her why, make the betrayal of my mother and older sister public. But I remain silent, get up and go into the kitchen. Michelle is watching me from the living room, sensing with animal precision that something is wrong, sending shivers down her spine.

"Here," I say and holding out the glass of water to her. Michelle hesitates. "Tammy too thought I wanted to poison her today," I grin evilly. "But I'm too grateful to be in this family... Mom. Take it." Michelle stretches out her arm, grabs the glass of water and carefully sips it. I watch her idly. It's not the water that I've manipulated. But it's her dreams.

"Thank you," says my mother and breathes a sigh of relief. It seems her stupid, lazy, good-for-nothing son hasn't noticed anything. And you can't even contradict me anymore, you bitch.

"Go to bed, Mom," I say coldly. "Tomorrow will be a hard day." Michelle thinks about work. I think about the next points.

Then my mother leaves me without wishing me goodnight.

And I sit down again, pull out the MCD and fill the room with the silver light of ****. I notice the notification but ignore it. Yes, there is something new but I want to feel joy, seeing something good happen to me in the future. Not this evening. This is about **** and I have everything I need for that.

Her orgasm control slider is at 80. It takes a few minutes, then I've written a nice script for her next dream and raised the slider to 90.

Way too fast.

Only one night has passed. Maybe I need more nights to prepare her.

Fuck it. And fuck her.

I have my sister's affection and Bella's phone number. I have never felt so lucky in my life. I will keep going. I will subjugate Tammy and raise her properly. I will teach Jasmine who her true master is. I will make Rose my queen. And I will train Michelle to be my bitch.

And tonight I'm starting.

I quietly open the door to Mom's bedroom. Two hours have passed, enough time for her to fall asleep and...

Whine... whimper...

She has already kicked the blanket off her body and is lying on the sweaty mattress in her nightgown. Judging by the tortured noises, she is still at the beginning of the script, the first part of which I made extra long.

"No... Whine... Owner... No... Wimper... Whine..." Now and then human language still mixes into her dream, but there, in the dark world that I created for her tonight, she is more animal than human, just sensitive enough to understand what she has done to her son and why she must be punished. "Owner... I want to... be... good... please... whimper..." Her legs kick, in the dream in which she runs after me like with a garbage truck. But it is too fast. "Wait for me... ower! Please! Ruff Ruff! Owner!" Her voice gets louder and I close the door behind me and then stand in front of the bed.

Michelle has a first-class body for her age. And she is not even that old. What would have been my **** sentence in the past if I had said this thought out loud to the family, today makes my dick hard.

While my mother writhes on the bed and bathes in cold sweat, I take off my clothes and stand naked in front of her.

"Owner! Don't leave me! Owner! Ruff! Ruff! OWNER!" With that, Michelle wakes up.

Showtime.

"Wakey wakey little bitch." Before Michelle can even realize what is happening, I am already on the bed. Her tired, panicked eyes turn to me and immediately fill with stupid, loyal joy.

"Owner!" With difficulty, with tired bones, she pulls herself up and crawls towards me on all fours. Only then does she realize that she is no longer in her dream. "Finn? Finn?" She shakes her head. "What..." But I am faster. "Whine whine!" Michelle makes herself very small as my fingers dig into her hairline, close to her scalp, and form a fist. "Owner! Please!” Even when she’s awake, her puppy instinct has seeped into her behavior and I grin evilly as I bring my face close to hers. Suddenly I notice how small even her head is compared to mine, but I can’t deal with that right now.

“You were a baaad puppy Michelle,” I whisper in her ear and bring her back to her dream.

“No! Owner, please! Please don’t leave me! Ruff! Ruff!”

Michelle Lynchwood. +3 (PS -32)

Mom is clearly startled when her barking fills the room, but I have a firm grip on her and her legs kick helplessly over the bedsheet.

“That’s right bitch,” I growl. “You can bark for me. But bad girls get left behind.”

“NOOOoooouuuuOoooh!” Half a howl, half a moan as I throw her onto her back. Mom immediately goes into a submissive position as her belly presents itself to me.

Michelle Lynchwood. +2 (PS -30)

Then my hand closes tightly around her throat and squeezes. I hold her trembling body captive while I move over her and hold her body down with mine. My cock brushes against the silk nightgown while my thighs press hers together, then we look into each other's eyes, mine cold, hers filled with adoration and trust. And the knowledge she was very, very bad.

"You can't hide it, bitch. I'm your owner and I know everything." Her eyes get big and stupid. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth and she whines so pitifully that I get hornier than I have rarely been in my life. "You thought you could betray your owner?"

"No!"

"Don't lie to me!" I squeeze a little harder and realize that I have to hurry.

Calculating **** is all well and good, but I feel hot anger boiling up inside me for all the years I've suffered. Mom's eyes go wide and she pants wildly while her arms don't even think about fighting back.

I breathe in deeply, breathe out slowly.

And let her go.

Coughing and ****, Michelle writhes.

"I'm sorry owner," she finally gasps. "I was a bad girl." We look at each other again, understanding. This is a thing now.

"Yes, you were," I hiss. "Tell me what you did."

"I... I... I lied... o-owner... I... I lied to you b-because... I... I was aff-raid and... I don't know wh-what's... happening to... m-me... owner..." I nod, calm down. Then my face turns to stone.

No anger, yes. But no mercy for Michelle either.

"Are you scared?" She nods frantically with quivering lips and shaking legs. "You should be." And then Mom squeaks as I move over her again and put my hand on the soft flesh of her breast. "It's very simple, bitch," I whisper and move my fingers. And Michelle moans while I **** her.

“Finn…” It seems there is still somewhat of a memory of me, her son, not being allowed to touch her.

“Call me owner,” I demand and she nods frantically. This settles it and she lets me grab her boobs trough her nightgown. “Because that’s what I am. I’m the owner of a nasty little puppy bitch. A wife and mother who was so bad, such a bitch, that she’s becoming just that. A sweet…” I raise my hand. “Little…” My hand slides under her nightgown and pulls it up. “Puppy…”

There they are, her breasts. Big, magnificent and with stiff nipples. They shine in the dimly lit room, sweaty and warm. But Michelle shakes her head.“No… I can’t… I can’t believe this…” That fits her progress score. Not long and she will but for now... I like her being in denial.

“Believe it or not.” I bend down to her and lick her breast with my tongue, which I press together with my hand. Her flesh bulges under my fingers and I feel her heavy meat while my tongue licks roughly over her sensitive skin, lighting it on fire. My first sexual contact with my mom. “It doesn’t matter. You’re my bitch and you’ll act like one.”

“No… owner… please… I’m your mother…” But I’m getting closer and closer to her. My legs slide up her body until I'm practically sitting on her chest. Trembling she lets me, knowing I'm stronger. And her owner. He rowner can do to her what he likes. And i do. The flesh of her breasts is pressed between my thighs and Michelle lowers her head and opens her eyes wide while my dick slides over her body closer and closer to her puckered lips.

"And now..." A little more until the tip of my cock touches her twitching cute little nose.

Pire instinct. The instinct of a puppy dog bitch. Michelle sucks in a deep breath and even from here, it seems I can even feel her pussy vibrating with animalistic desire to be filled. Another deep breath, Michelle closes her eyes.

"Suck. My. Cock."

Way too fast. Everything is happening way too fast.

But everything is okay.

Like a well-trained puppy, Michelle lifts her head, opens her mouth and sucks my cock into her warm wet slippery pink hole.

"Oh yes you bitch," I moan with pleasure and close my eyes. My mother sucks me of and I like it. Fuck it, who cares? "Suck your owner." Mom whimpers beneath me, but does what I say and tenderly moves her quivering lips over my length.

Mom is inexperienced and cautious with me, something I'm not used to from her. But it's new for her too to blow her own son and so I slowly but surely introduce her to the activity that she will be doing for the rest of her life. Again and again she makes a soft noise but at the same time her tongue applies pressure to my cock from below and curiously licks my glans while I slowly and confidently slide into her mouth. My scent fills her nose and it seems she's getting pleasure only from this alone, judging by her cute little moans around my cock whenever she has the little time to inhale through her nose.

"Keep going. Yes. That's your destiny bitch. Hey! Look at me." Michelle raises her big eyes from my cock to mine while her head slowly slides back and forth. Such cute, loyal, trusting ees, begging for my approval while sucking me of softly. Heaven. Her lips press against me and I feel her hot saliva in her mouth and her tongue against my cock while her eyes shine with adoration. "You can feel it," I say and grin. "That's what makes you, bitch. You don't want to admit it? I don't care. From now on, my dick is everything in your life." And she nods, presses my cock against the roof of her mouth and moans as I put my hand back on her head and pull her back. "My little puppy bitch" I growl threateningly.

God I love owning a dog.

"Yes owner..." Even now Michelle is breathing heavily and licking her lips. "Your... puppy..."

"You like my taste?"

"Yes owner!" another nod, eager, while her eyes search for me, for support and security.

"On your knees. On the ground." I point to the foot of the bed.

"Yes owner!" And I see Michelle's black nylon panties flashing under her pink nightshirt as she quickly gets off the bed on all fours. I follow her, magnificent naked while her socks are lose and on different heights on her legs and her nightgown is ruffled and sweaty.

Mom sits on her hind legs, her paws between her knees and her head thrown back while I tower over her like her god, shrouded in darkness in body and heart.

"Beg."

"Please owner..." There is no turning back. Mom is too far gone. This experience will stay in her head for the rest of her life. And she smiles. "Please let me taste you. Please!"

Michelle Lynchwood. +8 (PS -22)

"Beg me like the slut puppy you are!" She immediately raises her paws to her chest, pressing her breasts togehther and pushing trough her spine. God, how I would love to see her tits. But not yet. First the Progress Score. I smile contentedly as my mother slides up to me on her knees, very close, until my cock brushes against her face and spreads her spit on it. With her eyes closed and a frightened whine escapes, she rubs her nose over my cock, presses her face against me and whimpers softly to get my approval.

"Please owner! Please let your puppy lick you. Owner please… I can’t… I can’t without you… Owner please love me please… make love to your little slut puppy…“

Michelle Lynchwood. +6 (PS -16)

I grab her head and press my cock against her cheek. Puppy Mom blinks pathetically and winks at me while her stomach rises and falls, her whole body trembling and her being fixated soly on me.

“Make love?” I grin dirty. “You’re a bad puppy. You don’t deserve my love.”

“Nooourg…” Her mouth opens and my cock slides back into her mouth of its own accord, bulging her cheek.

“Bad puppy’s suck their owners every day order to be happy.” Everything happens much too quickly for Michelle and my cock in her mouth is the last straw.

I can see it in her eyes.

As I press her head faster against my cock I see her beginning to realize it.

"This won't end," I tell her. "You can refuse. You can believe it's just a dream. But in the end, you will live at my feet and every day will consist only of obeying and pleasing me." Then I grab her head again and rip it off my cock. Mom coughs spit between her shaking legs and onto her pink and black nightgown, then I grab under her chin and she can't help but moan loudly and for a long time while I **** her to look at me. "And do you know what the best thing is?"

"No, owner," she admits immediately. I smile at her kindly.

"Not much longer and you will understand." With a strand of spit at the corner of her mouth, she just blinks at me stupidly. "First you will understand what is happening to you and then... Then you will enjoy it." I know she wants to contradict me but she doesn't have the strength to do so. "And the last thing you'll want is exactly this." A tear runs down her cheek and when I let her go, her upper body falls weakly to the ground. Thud. Ouch. "Now impale yourself on my cock and I'll feed my good little puppy."

And Michelle immediately rises on wobbly arms, opens her mouth and takes a deep breath while her tongue twitches and looks for its target, pink and wet.

I come in my mom's mouth. I come hard and fast and my hands on her head, previously a sign of anger, make her moan as she feels my cum shoot against the back of her throat. Coughing and gagging, she stays on my cock like the good, loyal puppy that she is and only when I am completely empty do I pull out of her.

"Say thank you for the meal owner."

"Thank you for the meal owner," Michelle gasps without being able to look at me while strands of spit mixed with cum slide down her chin to the floor.

"That was a good first training," I say as I get dressed again. "Next time we'll do it without your nightgrown."

"Yes, owner..."

"And tonight you're sleeping on the floor, got it?" Michelle simply looks at me and at first it seems as if she thinks it's **** for her behavior. But I can't be mad at a puppy. "This is your place."

"Yes, owner. I will sleep on the floor like... like..." She doesn't have to say it. The points are enough.

Michelle Lynchwood. +4 (PS -12)

She crawls to the place in front of the bed that isn't full of her spit, whines tired and humiliated, turns around three times and then lies down on the floor. fter that, she curls up into a ball and looks at me, eyes full of loyal adoration and loving trust.

"Good night... Mom," I whisper. Mom? Do I still see her that way and not like I'm her...

"Good night... Owner." Then I leave the room, look at the MCD, check that I have 600 tokens, and have everything ready for Michelle's next dreams. Finally, I head to my bedroom but decide to take a shower first. No reason to lie next to my sister stinking of sex.

The last action of the day, Rose snoring slightly, cuddling up to me, is to click on the blinking Icon, now that I'm calm and sure of myself.

Congratulations User Finn Lynchwood. You have gained all Members of your Family on the MCD. You've started the completion of the Set: The Lynchwood Family

Bring every Member to Progress Score +0 and earn a special Perk, specialized and exclusively tailored to you!

Complete other sets of Subjects to get more bonuses.

"Oh. That will be interesting." Besides me, Rose moves and I'm quiet again.

Tomorrow will be a good day.

Message from the author: Oh boy, I'm really excited to tell you about the special perk, but there's still a long way to go. I'll sleep on it for another night, then I'll decide whether and how I'll publish the specialized perks in the spoiler chapter. In any case, it's now certain that Finn can collect sets of girls and I think it's no secret that at least the volleyball group is also a set. This also means that we'll delve into Finn's everyday school life at some point and find various new subjects for the MCD. Until then, I hope you like this chapter and I'm already looking forward writing to the next one.

In the next chapter there will be another poll on which subject will be activated next and we'll soon have reached the point where I can consider whether we can abolish the limitation of the MCD and give Finn the opportunity to activate as many subjects as possible. I still have to think about how I can explain this in the story and weigh up the pros and cons of being able to activate three or four Subjects at the same time.

I already have an idea that also clears up the small problem of what happens if Finn decides not to activate a subject in the MCD. That is possible, but it would seriously hinder the story. And we don't want that. ;)