Part 22

"I'll make you a deal, walk me home, and I'll explain everything to you," he suggested to Christina after he had looked her up and down. He waited eagerly for her answer and continued to look her up and down.

 

Her choice of clothes was a little strange for school, but there was something charming about it. Her make-up, on the other hand, was even more striking. John wondered if she was really that pale or if she was just that made up. She thought about it for a while and looked at him appraising. 

"Well, I'm curious then," she replied and John began to smile. So the two of them walked to his house together. As soon as they had left the school grounds, and they were alone, he told her about his ring and his abilities. However, he asked her to hear him out first. While he was telling her about his possibilities and the ring's abilities, he could see that she didn't believe a word of it. Of course that was understandable, he wouldn't have believed it himself. They were almost at his house and he had also told her what he had done to Lars and his parents and why Lars was so angry with John. 

"So you used the ring to make his parents think that YOU had something on Lars? In return, she cleans for you and when he fucks up, you can fuck her?" she asked him, wide-eyed in disbelief.  

"You could say that, yes. And I've made sure that her protective instinct is a little stronger. At least on the outside. It's probably a bit different at home. They'll punish him and be a bit clumsier overall, which will likely lead to them hurting him purely accidentally. The sex thing, well, what can I say..." he replied to her and was interrupted with a laugh from her. 

"You're a bit of a pervert, but I guess some guys would do that. But why are you telling me all this? If I'm reading this right, you could have just let me forget about your meeting with Lars, or have you already influenced me? What are you up to?" she asked more questions. 

"Yes, I could have, but we both have a score to settle with Lars, or do you see it differently? I thought I could do you a favor and increase my revenge on Lars," John replied. 

Christina looked at John again, scrutinizing, he knew that she thought he had ulterior motives. 

"So, what do you say?" he asked and then saw Lars and Marcy coming up the driveway," Oh ... there they are." 

Marcy was really only wearing high heels and a coat. The two of them looked at Christina in surprise, and Marcy immediately asked him what Christina was doing at his place. 

Shrugging his shoulders, John replied with a grin: "She and I have a common enemy. She doesn't quite believe me yet, though, so you two do whatever she tells you." 

The two of them widened their eyes, so surprised were they that they lost all expression, and Christina looked at John just as surprised. 

"These two do what I tell them? Not on your life!" Christina blurted out. 

"Give it a try," he encouraged her with a wink. 

"Open your coat," she urged Marcy. 

Christina was surprised to see Marcy, who didn't move at first. 

"I knew that..." Christina started to make fun of John, but immediately fell silent when Marcy opened her coat and showed her underwear underneath.  

"Like this?" Marcy asked snappishly. This caused Christina to stand open-mouthed and take a moment to collect herself.

 

"No matter what I say?" she asked John, who just nodded with a broad grin.   

"But there's a catch, isn't there?" she asked him. 

"Well then ... yes and no ... as you can see now, I can take what I want. So there's no catch, I'm just giving you the choice to play along voluntarily or not." 

Christina burst out laughing. "So I'm not missing out on this ... no matter what you want ..." 

She looked over at Lars. 

"Take your clothes off and sit in this bush here." She pointed to the rose bush next to the house entrance. Lars turned pale again, but began to undress. 

"Shall be then, I think Marcy here has some making up to do," John said and then looked at Marcy. 

"Unless you want me to ruin your son's future." 

Marcy shook her head and looked humb at the floor. 

"That could be fun, but we'd better discuss the rest inside," Christina took her up on the offer .... She looked at Lars and saw him planting his bare ass on the roses. "You're going to sit there for 15 minutes ... and change position every minute. Then you can go into the house and find us ..."

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The next day, he went to school as usual, but he sent Marcy a list of things to get. All these things were for his pleasure, of course, rather than hers. He saw that she had seen the list, but he didn't get a reply. There was a smirk on his face as he imagined her cursing in her house and raging at him. He could picture it, and he had only just begun.  

 

Since he was sure Lars would continue to pick on him, he would have more and more bargaining chips against Marcy, whom he had taken a liking to. She was definitely more experienced than Brianna and looked damn good too. Sure, she was older than Brianna, but he could use her to teach Brianna or anyone else he would pick up.  

 

The school day went on as usual, except that Lars was really holding back. He just gave Lars a silly squeeze and then left him alone for the most part. The black eye was clearly visible, but he seemed more contrite than usual. There was already another thought forming in his head, but John would act on it later.

 

At lunchtime, Brianna ran into him. She looked a little annoyed, and he could see her scratching herself. Nevertheless, she smiled at him as she passed him and even gave him a barely visible nod. 

 

Class was over by now, and he wanted to get some information. He would get most of the information, if not all of it, from Mrs. Osbourne, and in the process he could also feel her out and make her life a little worse. He went into the outer office and there stood the young secretary he had barely noticed last time, this time he took a closer look at her. She was young and this was probably her first job, after all, it was a well-paid job. She had medium-length blonde hair and wore glasses. Her clothes were fitted and consisted of cloth trousers and a light-colored blouse.  

She looked up at him as he entered the room.

"Oh hello, Mr. Wilson, right?" she greeted him

"Yes, right, and you are?" 

 "Oh, my name is Carla Carlson, the new secretary, I just started," she replied with a smile and John had to admit she was cute. By his estimation, she was 25, and he was pretty sure he was right about that.  

"Do you have to see the principal again?" she asked him.

"Um, yes, but you don't have to sign me in, that's fine." 

The secretary looked at him in surprise for a moment and then nodded.

"If you say so, that's probably true," she added with a smile.

He wanted to have a little fun with Mrs. Carlson and made her horny and sex-hungry. Of course, he made sure that he was exactly her type. He also convinced her that she had only applied to the school because of the young men. She had a soft spot for young, inexperienced men. No sooner had he finished his thoughts than she looked at him differently. She had moved her hand to her glasses and unobtrusively undid the top button of her blouse. She had also leaned forward a little and was now looking at him devouring, running her hand through her blonde hair.

He smiled again and even winked at her, which brought a little blush to her cheeks. John was torn at the moment. He would have liked to get to know her a little better and talk to her, but he was here for something else. On the other hand, he could probably do both. The only question was, did he even want to?

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After taking some time to make up his mind, he decided to punish the whole family. In his eyes, all three of them were somehow responsible for Lars' behavior. Lars, because he had chosen to be such an ass. The parents because they had raised their son that way. So it was probably fair for him to punish all three of them. His focus was on the mother, of course, as she would be the one he would have the most fun with. Punishing the men would be easy. John didn't think either of them would enjoy watching John handle her and she, or at least her body, would more than enjoy it. He began to grin mischievously, looking at the three of them in turn.
 
"Well, since you've been kind enough to come to me, I'll start by thanking you," he said, still grinning. The three looked at him questioningly and confused. Surely, they didn't know what he meant by that.
 
"Let me explain something to you. I found something this morning that drastically changed my life, and you three are allowing me to test it further in a safe environment. I don't know if I'll let you forget about it in the end anyway, I'm still deciding that, but it's interesting to see your reaction. So introduce yourself to me first," John continued, pointing to the man at the end.
 
"Joe," said the man.
 
"Well, now that we know each other, you can tell me a bit more. So, Joe, what's Marcy like in bed? You will answer me honestly, and you will do it in a calm tone," John went a step further, or maybe it was several steps, time would tell.
 
"HOW CAN YOU ASK THAT?" Marcy blurted out. Her voice was literally shaking with anger.
 
"Well, I can't complain. We're still having sex, and it's good sex," Joe replied as soon as Marcy had fallen silent, and she looked at him furiously. Joe looked very surprised himself that he had said that. It seemed as if he was wondering why he had done it, and Marcy immediately asked him too.
 
"I ... I don't know," Joe replied, "I couldn't help it."
 
"Yes, each of you do what I tell you. Besides, I can change memories and make them disappear altogether. But the best thing is that I can also control and change the body," John said with a laugh. He looked at Lars and Joe.
 
"Your cocks are now only half the size. And you two are going to sit there no matter what," he said slowly, looking at them both sharply. His gaze then swung to Marcy.
 
"I have to say, I don't really need to change anything about you, everything is in the right places on you, but how would you feel about me controlling your orgasms from now on or how well you respond to touch? I could..." he threatened her and made the changes directly in his mind. She would never have an orgasm again without his permission. Otherwise, he had made sure that she would come on command. He had already chosen a trigger for this, but he limited it to himself for now. He enjoyed her irritated, angry look and then finished his sentence.
"... make you come every time I say slut. That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

"That's not possible!" she laughed at him and looked at him challengingly.

"Then get up!" he demanded, and shortly afterward she was standing. Her face was still full of annoyance, but she seemed to be wondering why she had stood up in the first place.

"What? Why..." she began, her voice no longer as confident as it had been a few moments ago, but John interrupted her immediately and said just one word.

"'Slut'"

Marcy immediately groaned and literally fell to her knees, placing her hands on her ankles behind her back. She used them to push out her large breasts. Her mouth was wide open, and he could see her trembling slightly.

John looked at her with a grin, while Lars and Joe looked at her in surprise.

"What ... how ... did you ... do that?" John heard her say in a shaky voice between her breaths.

"I explained that to you. YOU come when I say that one word. That's what happened. Besides, otherwise you won't be able to come at all unless I let you. I can also make sure that you're permanently horny and always want to satisfy yourself. Well, what do you say to that? Oh! You know what? I'll just do it," he answered her question with amusement and made the change. Her eyes widened, obviously sensing immediately what was happening.

"You seem to like that. How does it feel to want to have sex so badly?" John asked sarcastically, grinning nastily at her.

"Leave my mom alone, whatever you're doing," Lars intervened before his father could. The two of them looked surprised on the one hand, but much more annoyed on the other. Neither of them could take their eyes off Marcy, however, who kept biting her lip and squirming excitedly. Her eyes kept wandering to Joe, and that made John laugh.

"I'll do whatever I want to the three of you and there's nothing you can do about it, Lars," he responded to Lars before turning his attention back to Marcy.

"You're in good shape, you certainly invest a lot of time in your body, and you certainly have good genes. Now stay like that."

John stood up and walked around her. As he did so, he concentrated on her body awareness and made sure that his every touch increased her desire. John stopped in front of her and looked down at her. He placed his hand on her chin and lifted her head. She flinched slightly, and he couldn't tell what it was exactly.

"How long do you think you can last at this stage?" he asked her and then looked at the other two men, "How long do you think you three can last? It excited you, too, to see her like this. So full of lust and desire. I'm sure she'd love to come all over you right now, Joe, and I'm sure you'd love to do her the favor."

There was no mistaking that they were both boiling with rage, but Joe still replied in a calm voice, which definitely had something to do with John.

"Hell yeah, I'd give her whatever she wanted right now."

Meanwhile, Marcy whimpered as John also started nuzzling her neck and stifled her response. John had told the two men that they had smaller cocks, but he knew that they hadn't seen it yet and from his self-test that they hadn't felt it either. They probably hadn't even realized it yet, so it was time to let them know.

"What about you, do you want to be fucked by Joe?"

Marcy looked consuming at Joe and nodded wildly.

"Then you should take your clothes off and ask my permission really nicely."

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John concentrated his thoughts, as best he could, on Marcy and her sensitivity, more specifically on how she felt when he touched her and how her body reacted. His attention was increasingly focused on her body and how he would interpret the stimuli. He didn't yet know if it was possible, but if he could change a person's body, it might be possible. 

 

First, he focused his thoughts on her tongue. He wanted her tongue to send similar signals to her brain as her clitoris did. But he linked it to his presence for now, he could certainly change it later if he wanted to. He had just finished his thought when he lifted his head to look down at her again. Her expression had changed, and not only that. Her tongue was now sliding more intensely around the tip of his cock. She had increased the pressure and began to moan into his cock. It seemed to John as if it had actually worked, and he grinned. 

 

"That ... that's good," he stammered in an excited voice as he stroked her hair. Marcy's eyes were fixed on him, and she nodded slightly. She now seemed more willing and, above all, more lustful; he could see that she was a little surprised but didn't question it. Lust was probably taking over her thoughts more and more. It was only, on a second thought, that it occurred to him that she might wonder why he was holding out so long. John knew that he would have come a few days or even a few hours ago, just like he had with Brianna in detention. After all, she had no way of knowing that he had given himself an upgrade. It was a very useful update for him, he was curious to see how she would react. The movement of her tongue became faster and faster, just like her breathing, while her moans became more and more lustful. She closed her eyes, and he saw again the expression he had seen on Brianna's face. Marcy's features slipped, the corners of her mouth began to tremble, and she pressed her hands against his thighs, almost clawing at his thighs. Then it happened, she paused for a moment, at least her head stopped moving. Her tongue, on the other hand, now moved quickly in a circular motion and suddenly stopped moving. Instead, she pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, which was probably not entirely voluntary. He felt her hands squeeze harder, and her whole body began to tremble. As his cock was just so beautifully deep in her wonderful mouth, John decided to act on his urge just to see her reaction. 

 

No sooner had he allowed himself to come than his cock began to spew its juice into her mouth. John groaned loudly as he did so, finally releasing all the pressure that had been building up. He tilted his head back on his neck, missing her surprised look, but he felt her pull her head back. But it was too late, and the second load landed in her mouth, while the third load hit her face. By now, he had managed to tilt his head forward again and was able to look at his work of art. 

Marcy was kneeling in front of him, breathing heavily, her face covered in his cum, some of which was still leaking out of her mouth. She must have swallowed the first load, and the second was still in her mouth. She had probably not yet decided whether to swallow or spit. John, for his part, had already recovered, thanks to his self-optimization. After a few breaths, Marcy started to spit his cum on the floor and then looked up at him in surprise. She had already opened her mouth to say something, but she immediately stopped when she saw his questioning look. 

 

"What was that?" he anticipated her question. 

 

"I ... I have no idea ... I've never ... experienced that. But ... but ..." she stammered, and John came around the corner with the next question. 

"Did you just have an orgasm. Did you satisfy yourself?" he asked, acting unknowingly. 

 

"What? No ... so yes, I came ... but I didn't ... I didn't masturbate ... I don't know how that ... that could have happened," she replied, visibly irritated by the whole situation. She slowly raised her hand to her face to free herself from the sperm. John waited until she had most of his cum in her hand and looked around to wipe her hand. 

 

"You're actually here to clean up. So lick it clean, and you can lick up what's on the floor too. Unless you've already forgotten our agreement!" he said, pointing first to her hand and then to the puddle she had just spat out. Her gaze changed, it became harder, and she looked at him uncomprehendingly. 

"You want to ... what? Are you serious?" 

 

"Yes, I am serious. Or should I end our agreement here and now, I think it shouldn't hurt Lars to have to leave the school ..." 

 

"NO, I WILL DO IT !" Marcy interrupted him, lifting her hand up and licking the cum off before leaning over and licking the floor clean. 

 

"Satisfied?" she asked grimly, "can I go now?" 

 

John shook his head with a grin and said, "I'm not finished yet, you can leave when I can't take anymore ..." 

 

"You ... you're just ... so ..." she stammered as John got up from the couch, his cock standing away from him like a one. She could hardly believe that he was already hard again. 

 

"Did you take Viagra or something?" she asked him, and he shook his head again. 

"No, I haven't, now take all your clothes off!" he demanded of her. Marcy followed his request, and John pushed her onto the couch. 

 

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