The Device

Gerald Spaw glared at the wall of his house, his downsized house. Ever since that bitch had “Exposed” his company to all her idiot readers they had gone into damage control mode. The company he had spent 20 years building into a global tech leader and Now he wasn’t even allowed a seat on the board. They had insisted on replacing him with some fresh faced slut who had “new ideas”.

He could have fought it, he was still a majority stake holder but his lawyers had made it clear his options were to accept a courtesy title and step away or lengthy and damaging lawsuit. He didn’t have the energy to fight this same battle anymore, besides he knew what would happen in any case. That bitch reporter had made it clear she had more evidence than what she had revealed. If he fought then he might be lucky to keep his house.

He rang a bell and one of the female staff walked in. Her large perfectly round breasts sat unnaturally high on her chest and her maid uniform was so tight the tops of her nipples were just barely visible. He glanced down at his crotch. She knew what to do, all the women he employed here knew what to do.

As her tongue glided up his shaft he contemplated the wall more. He rested a hand comfortably on the young maid’s head, ready to direct her if she ever failed to understand her purpose. She was skillful though. He made a point of hiring former sex workers. Now of course he kept a secret file of information on their former sex work as leverage over them but the was rarely necessary. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her lips soft pillows around his hard cock.

Suddenly she stopped, he glanced down ready to smack her and was shocked to see she appeared frozen in place. Her eyes didn’t blink and her artificially inflated chest stayed perfectly still indicating she wasn’t even breathing. He looked around him. The clock on the wall had stopped as well. He reached for his phone when a soft voice sounded from behind him.

“Oh don’t be so cliche dear.” Before he could turn, a mysterious woman floated around until she was facing him. Well he was pretty sure that she was a woman but she gave off an odd aura of someone who is not quite in reality as it currently exists. She wore a long robe made of fabrics that all looked too expensive to touch, even for a man as rich as Gerald. And on her head was what appeared to be a stylish witches hat made of similarly luxurious materials. Trying to describe her appearance or even her skin color was like trying to hold onto water. Every time Gerald thought he had it, it slipped away again.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Gerald asked cautiously before he suddenly had a sneaking suspicion. “Is this a trick by that Valerie Hart bitch?”

The floating woman let out a laugh that nearly shattered Gerald’s eardrums. “Oh dearie no. You see as you may have surmised I am a witch and not just any witch. I’m a witch who absolutely hates what those evil nasty sluts do to poor innocent men like yourself.”

Gerald looked at her slightly confused. “I’m sorry if this is rude but aren’t you a woma-” He was cut off before he could finish as a blinding agony tore through his entire body. Then just as suddenly as it started the agony stopped.

“Let’s not start throwing around nasty insults like that dear.” She smiled as she said this but Gerald could feel the white hot rage boiling off of her.

“My mistake. No one would ever mistake you for,” he looked down at the woman whose mouth was still wrapped greedily around his cock, “one of these glorified jizzrags.”

She smiled at him and waved a hand. On Gerald’s desk a large machine appeared, it was blank aside from three screens each asking for an entry.

“What is this?” He asked, picking up a small remote with a screen that read “View” and another that read “Log”.

“This device will let you put that bitch Valerie in her proper place,” the witch explained. “You simply enter a victim’s name. I assume you’ll want Valerie herself but feel free to pick anyone. You then enter a designated group, it could be just Valerie, all her friends and family, all feminists, or even all women on Earth. It’s all up to you my dear. Finally you enter what you want them to become, MILFs, Sissys, Bimbos, Sextoys.” Gerald nodded along imagining Valerie taking his maid’s place as a mindless cock hungry bimbo.

“The device will grow switches and dials each of which will represent an aspect of your desired transformation. Don’t worry, the device knows what you want to see and will make sure it’s part of the options.” The witch continued to explain, lounging back on the air like a recliner.

“So then I just get to adjust that group to my heart’s desire?” Gerald said, growing eager.

“Heavens no!” said the witch with another laugh Gerald felt stab at his soul. “That would be far too easy. You see I want these whores to know that the reason for their downfall is their own slutty selfishness. The device will install itself somewhere its victim will have easy access to. It will then begin issuing challenges.”

“Challenges?”

“You know, ‘Suck your bosses cock’, ‘Go for a walk with your tits out’, ‘post a video online admitting to being a stupid slut’. The kind of thing any woman who knows her place will have no difficulty with but stuck up whores like Ms. Hart will think they’re too good for.”

“So when they fail the challenges they have to adjust things themself?”

“You are catching on but it’s better than that. Switches can be turned on or off and dials can be turned to one of 5 levels. Every challenge has a required number of changes, if they fail they have to change more. If they refuse the challenge they just have to change the required amount, but if they succeed, accepting their place in the world they still have to change but they have a decision. They can change the original amount and get a good girl sticker or change fewer but get no sticker.”

“What do the stickers do?”

“Ah, any little vixen smart enough to collect ten of them can completely reset and then destroy the device.”

“That sounds like a major risk.”

The witch laughed again at this comment. Her laughter went on for so long that Gerald’s skeleton felt like it was going to leap out of his body. “My dear Gerald, I have given this device to countless men across the multiverse, not a single woman has ever gathered more than 4 good girl stickers.”

She then moved too fast for Gerald to see, she was directly in his face.

“So Gerald, do you accept my gift or will I need to keep searching for a man with the will to put women in their place?”