“Get on the bed,” Scarlett demanded the moment they set foot into his bedroom, “now.” The drugs still hadn’t kicked in, but the Technomancer did not seem to care to wait for that.

“Yes, ma’am,” John followed. While he wasn’t sure if it was advisable to take drugs and wait for them to kick in during sex, it was Scarlett who had insisted that she knew what she was doing. Also, he had seen what those mushrooms did to a person’s libido. “Going to play the dominant part?”

“Pff, play, right,” the red-head devoured him with her eyes as he laid down on his back. “Do I need to remind you who I fucking am?”

“By all means, do tell me,” John folded his hands behind his head and leaned against one of the dense, expensive and painfully pink cushions that adorned the upper part of the circular bed. While their colour was slightly annoying, the many different pillows that his girlfriend had ordered along were a welcome addition to his sleeping experience. Nothing was better than sleeping amongst a deluge of his loved ones except for adding a layer of cotton clouds to everything. Love and fluff, that was what he was surrounded by every evening.

Scarlett wanted to invoke the more erotic aspects of love right now. Sliding over her new superior’s naked form, she began to disrobe. “I am Scarlett Thorne,” she answered in a voice of playful authority while unbuckling her pants. “Former leader of the Thorne company. A Technomancer that has manipulated this city from the background for years and who only got caught once.” After looking at every nook and cranny of the Gamer’s lean and surprisingly muscular and toned form, a body like a Greek statue, she got stuck on his towering erection.

That part was most definitely not like a Greek statue. Even the dildo she had made from its exact measurements seemed small compared to the real thing, pulsating, glistening drops oozing from the engorged tip. A shadow of doubt about how this was even supposed to fit into her hushed over her face.

“Going to make me wait any longer?” John asked, watching her stripping with keen eyes.

“No,” Scarlett answered almost reflexively and made her way over after kicking off her pants. “You wouldn’t mind the vest staying on, right?” she asked, quickly taking off the tie but leaving vest and the red shirt underneath it on. Not completely, she had the courtesy of opening every single button.

“Again, by all means,” John granted her. He could see everything important anyway. From her pink nipples atop her tiny, barely existing tits over her flat and lithe body to her shapely hips and red, perfectly trimmed pubic hair. It was true that John had seen all of this on photos and some of this in reality before, but seeing her nude in the milky white flesh was just way better. The vest added an element of cosplay that only got his erection harder. “Just expect me to rip it apart over the course of this. I like to do that.”

“As long as you buy me a new one,” she stated earnestly, straddling his hips. She licked her fingers and rubbed some saliva on her pussy to help make it more wet. An act John thought his tongue could have fulfilled way better, but Scarlett really seemed like she wanted to move to the main dish straight away.

The bloodsoaked technocrat aligned her pussy with the enormous cock. Spreading her lower lips, glistening with anticipation, with one hand, she extended the other to grab for the meatpole. At the touch, John groaned lustfully.

He expected Scarlett to say something along the lines of, “You like that, don’t you?” but instead she mumbled, “Fuck this thing isn’t just long, that girth is stupendous.” After giving it a couple of pumps, she added, “So hot as well, this is turning me on beyond belief.” Lowering her hips carefully until as little as the pink head was sinking into her, she let out a prolonged moan in her raspy voice. “Twenty years of fantasizing and finally I get a cock inside me. Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay this secretive as a low-key nymphomaniac?”

“Did you have to hold back every day from wanting to fuck the first, halfway hot person you saw in the streets, in the schoolyard, or anything like that?” John asked. “Masturbated furiously whenever you got the chance, not just to keep a clear mind but because you were somewhat addicted to it?”

“Exactly like that!” Scarlett bit her lip, eyelids fluttering, hiding her downcast gaze. She was trying to slide down his dick further. “Fuck, this thing is TOO huge,” she mumbled, trying to relax her tight, virgin pussy some more. While there was no more maidenhead to be pierced and she had loosened herself up somewhat through the use of toys, this first time with an actual cock still was somewhat harder than she anticipated. She gyrated her hips for a bit, to spread more wetness over their union and get her pussy used to the large object invading her.

“I know all about that, Scarlett, because you have a Libido of 19, which is exactly the same as I had before all of this started,” John, shifting his upper body a bit to get more comfortable, stated. As far as he was concerned, his job right now was to let the virgin do her thing and relax. Nothing good would come of it if he just rammed inside her tight hole.

“What, mhm,” Scarlett couldn’t hold onto her steady tone any longer. She hadn’t even managed to get a fourth of John’s twenty-centimetre dick into her yet, but she was already feeling the effects of the Gamer’s numerous erotic modifiers. “Aaaah, all hells, how can this feel so mu-uuhch,” she slid down as little as another centimetre, “betterrrr,” another one, slowly she was getting the hang of it, “than a dild-ooooh.”

Perhaps calling them erotic cheatcodes would have been more accurate.

“Because I am skilled at Fucking, a genuine Source of Satisfaction and a Lover Boy,” he jokingly listed his skills. “And fuck me, you are TIGHT, Scarlett.”

Her pussy was basically wringing his cock every bit of the way. It was downright uncomfortable at first, but the further she impaled herself, the more she was stretched to just the right levels. John developed a twofold appreciation for human biology through the endless minutes spent with Scarlett gasping for air and slowly going down.

For a start, he really appreciated the human body’s ability to stretch this much around a foreign object. The other thing was that he thanked whatever designer or design process was behind making the tip of cocks perfectly shaped for acts of penetration like that. It was a weird place to go, but seldomly did one have complete control over one’s thoughts.

Finally, John felt the soft warmth of Scarlett’s crotch on his own. “I did it,” the redhead gasped, her body quivering as the feeling of accomplishment and being split by the cock of her worldly desires alone send shivers of pleasure through her. “You just keep lying there, lover boy,” she said lightly mocking. “I want to take this at my pace.”

“Didn’t plan to do this differently,” he assured her but then added more quietly and while staring her directly in her eyes, “for the moment.” Those three words made her walls constrict around the tightly clenched shaft for a moment. Taking note of that, John continued to watch.

He rather liked being the incredibly more sexually experienced person in the room, played right into his domination fetish. If he had wanted to, he could have taken Scarlett and formed her like putty with a skilled application of his tongue and fingers. ‘Not yet,’ he thought to himself. Wanting to give Scarlett the time to try how she liked being in the lead and her pussy more opportunity to take the shape of his manhood, John just licked his lips at the image of devouring those diamond-hard nipples.

Through another, minute long process, Scarlett rose. Her gasps and sighs of pleasure became more intense as the nervousness left her body, leaving her bliss to bloat unhindered. She accidentally slipped all the way off him the first time around, her overeager hips moving too quickly. Needing less than a grab and a few seconds, she slipped back on him like a tight glove.

The second trip down took considerably less time than the first, albeit still a while. By the third time, she was down to less than a minute. The fourth she was visibly gliding down his length in one smooth motion, lubricated by the mixture of their steadily flowing love juices. The fifth she actually spent wiggling her ass back up and down, gaining the confidence and ease of movement to try more than just moving vertically. The sixth descent ended with a light slap, finally some force behind the motion. The seventh, Scarlett moaned out loud as she felt the last bits of tensions melt away. The eighth, she only enacted after gyrating with him fully inside her for a while, feeling the whole of him as best she could. The ninth was one last, long and thorough motion.

The tenth was her starting to ride him.

“Hoo-----w does thiss -oh my god- how does thisss thing fit insi-ah-de meeee?!” she half-screamed at the world. Her body was slanted forwards. Eyes directed at her dripping and now officially deflowered pussy. Neck-length, scarlet red hair shaking under the force of her movements. To the symphony of her own moans and the sloppy slapping of their wet sexes, the redhead chanted the sweetest of all mantras that could caress a man’s ears. “I am… cumming, fuck, I a-aaah-‘m caah-cumming, I-“

The third time was interrupted by a long scream. Throwing her head back, her chest was pushed out from between her dangling vest. The slightly sweaty, stretched and thus glistening skin caught the light of the lamp overhead. All of her shivered and jerked as she kept screaming, her pussy most of all, as tight as a criminal network’s core.

With a face that sported an enigmatic grin, John watched Scarlett experience her first proper penetration orgasm. Hands still folded behind his head, he waited for her to calm down.

Something that took almost another minute. It wasn’t without much further moaning, her hips absent-mindedly gyrating and triggering mild aftershocks, unsteady breathing and a desperate try to get her spine under control again that Scarlett finally managed to direct her eyes at John again. “That was incredible,” she stated.

“You have seen nothing yet,” he promised her. “After all, you have just been servicing me the entire time.”

While her pussy clenched at that, her eyebrows furrowed in an annoyed way. “The fuck do you mean by that?” she snarled. “I had you pinned this entire time!”

“No,” John used his authoritarian tone; while using a deeper voice had become part of his every day communications, he could still top that. “I let you ride me. You served me because,” he finally unfolded the hands behind his head, “I didn’t move once throughout this entire process. Not a thrust, not a twitch of my finger, I just let you ride me like I was a dildo. Let’s switch this up so I can show you what proper bedroom domination looks like.”

The physically weak Scarlett found herself overwhelmed by John suddenly rolling both of them over. He may not have been a melee specialist, but he was much stronger than a pure support class focused woman.

For a moment, she struggled, then his lips found hers and they engaged in a deep, sloppy kiss. It only entered John’s mind after a few moments that this was probably her first. Redoubling his efforts to blow her mind, he grabbed the back of her head and, with just the right amount of force, introduced her to a proper French kiss. Quick of mind, Scarlett soon followed the pattern, and their tongues were whirling around each other.

Then he suddenly broke the kiss. “Was it your first?” he asked for confirmation.

“A bit of a fucked-up order, isn’t it?” Scarlett asked with an erotic grin. “Getting your first kiss, a wild one with tongue no less, AFTER getting deflowered.”

“A bit,” John agreed, hoping that the kiss and this exchange made her realize that he was not out to violate her or anything. “Back to putting you at the bottom,” he resumed his authoritarian tone.

“Try,” she dared him as John grabbed her by the waist and rolled her on her stomach. The struggle Scarlett put up now seemed much more playful. The initial transition must have startled her, but now she was fully on the program, although her voice betrayed that she really didn’t fashion herself a masochist.

John had watched her and he wasn’t quite sure he shared that persuasion. Grabbing both of her flailing arms, he pressed them on her back to a degree that it hurt just a bit from the strain. Wanting one hand free, he secured that hold by pinning both of her thin arms under his left. Again, the difference in physical ability came in handy.

He didn’t stop at securing her arms either. The way he ultimately straddled over her hips made it so her legs ran in parallel between his. She was completely trapped underneath him. “Face down, ass up,” John grunted some basic commands. He wanted to see her ass in full-glory.

She didn’t obey, so the Gamer went on to deliver a vertical slap on her right ass-cheek. It was hard, beginning with a loud ‘SMACK’ that echoed through the room, climaxing with Scarlett letting out a sharp, confused moan and ending with a visible imprint on her reddening ass.

“Ass up or we repeat this until you do what I want you to,” John kept going. “3…” he started counting down when there was no movement for a couple of second. “2…” his voice became warning, his hand raised. “1…” there was movement in the sheets.

“Fine, fine!” she agreed, her voice deeper than usual. She curved up her lower spine and pulled in her knees, achieving what John wanted. Red eyes glaring over her shoulder with the will of the stubborn, she spat out, “Happy?”

John marvelled at her ass sticking out from behind the blackness of her vest for a moment. Being and remaining a convinced ass man, indeed being a connoisseur of the finest rumps at this point, he would place Scarlett somewhere between Metra and Salamander. In a score, that would be about an 8,3 out of 10. The redhead may not have had the figure or the face of a traditional lady, but that ass was definitely out to be spanked, worshipped and jiggle.

“You have a really nice butt,” he complimented her, “but you still only half-please me.” He aligned his cock with her dripping wet entrance. If asked, Scarlett would probably put it on her earlier orgasm, but John knew the difference between a pussy that needed to be oiled up with saliva and a glistening snatch ready to take on the biggest cock it could find.

The difference was if the man in charge was able to read the girl’s desires correctly, scratch all the right itches and hit the correct fetishes. Sometimes, just sometimes, the man got to enjoy knowing those things better than the partner in intercourse.

Particularly when that partner was in denial.

The head inside her, John took his hand away and leaned in. Leaned forwards as he sank deeper and deeper into the gripping folds of Scarlett Thorne. As he loomed over her, more of his weight rested on his arm, pressed her ever harder into the mattress. “I said ass UP!” he smacked the last quarter of the way into her, his thrust reverberating in the jiggly perfection of the female’s behind in general and the cushion-esque softness of this one in particular. “Face DOWN!” his unoccupied hand reached for the scarlet hair, many of the fingers vanishing inside the barely kempt yet soft mess. He pushed her nose first into the soft mattress.

Without allowing her to get a single muffled word in, he went right into hard, quick thrusts. Her pussy was dripping on the sheets, why would he wait for anything more? Foreplay was unnecessary. He was showing her what it was like to be the bottom. Which meant that she was there to get him off, a tool to sink his cock into.

Yet it was her who came only after a few seconds. What had taken minutes of her riding him, his aggressive doggy-style domineering managed in a few strokes. Feeling her pussy and body writhe around and under him, John ripped her head up. “Bu-aaaah--llshiiiiit!” Scarlett’s climactic scream was without context, but John got the rough idea.

He ceased moving for a moment, simply content on keeping her pinned as her body’s movements were out of her control. When they went from heavy convulsions to periodic tremors, John lowered his head until his mouth was next to her ear. A single one of her red eyes managed to look at him, the lid only half-opened.

“You are not just a nymphomaniac,” he whispered into her ear, “you are a masochist nobody could ever put a collar on. Before now.”

“I am Scarlett Thorne…!” she gasped.

“Yes, yes, we had that earlier,” John dismissively stated. “And you can have your pride and your abilities, none of that matters here.” He started moving again, just tiny thrusts, more of a grinding of his crotch against her ass. “In this bedroom,” he pulled back his hips until he was almost out of her, the air felt cold and boring in comparison to her pussy, “you are nothing but a redheaded slut.” He slammed into her all the way to the base.

“Noooo!” her rejection was just a word floating on a scream of pleasure. Nibbling on her earlobe, John listened to her try to form any form of defence. “This is not… I am… Fuck, why does this feel so fucking gooooood?!” Her mental image of herself crumbled under the truth of her body. She wasn’t just a masochist, she appeared to be a potential Eliza level masochist.

Meaning that John could push her quite a bit further.

“If you cum a third time before I do,” he told her, “I will drag you to the sex room,” her pussy tightened, “tangle you in rope,” it was gushing like the Niagara Falls, “hang you from the ceiling,” a moan rung out from deep in her throat, “and leave you there for two hours.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened in horror, but more than that they were glassy with lust. Slowly she was realizing that she would really enjoy that sort of treatment. When she had watched BDSM porn, and she had watched a lot of it, she had always thought she enjoyed it because she identified herself with the man. It suddenly clicked with her that that wasn’t the case, that that was why she didn’t like Femdom porn at all.

And just as that realization hit her and she accepted her position, she felt something no dildo in the world could emulate: hot cum flooding her pussy down to the womb. The orgasm her sexually subby subconscious had suppressed suddenly broke out. It was insane. That first orgasm was incredible, the second mind-blowing and this third felt like it was elevating her mind to another plane of existence.

For a moment, she lost not only her grip over her body but also her power. Displays and lights all around flickered on and off as they were hit with climactic interference signals, a silent shout translated into ones and zeros. Running down the inside of her clenched together thighs, she felt a torrent of her own love juices as she stained the sheets with a large, damp spot.

John could observe that this was not his sole accomplishment. Shortly after the start of her orgasm, Scarlett’s pupils had begun rapidly expanding until they hit the felt size of a plate, more black than red at that point. What better time for the drugs to kick in?

“Say it,” John demanded, retracting his cock from her vagina. He only got a weak whimper as an answer. “Say it!” he pressed his slick cock against her sphincter. “Say IT!” he rose from next to her ear, pulling her head up again. Her arms and upper back were still pinned under his left. “SAY IT!”

“I am your slut!” she finally cried out, finding the room to breathe. “FUCK, I don’t know how or why, but I will be a whore for you. Fuck me, take control, whatever, in the bedroom do what you want, spank me, rope me up, ridicule me, fuck my ass, just make me cum that hard again!”

The Gamer was very happy with this. Getting a second hardcore masochist was not what he had anticipated when seeing Scarlett for the first time, especially with her encounter with Eliza. In his sadistic book, getting more people willing to be dominated was a good thing. Although he heavily doubted Scarlett would extend this sort of behaviour to outside of the bedroom.

“I will,” he assured, letting go of her and climbing off her. Only to turn her around yet again. Limbs sprawled out, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and lying on top of her own vest, the androgynous beauty remained a cause for John’s boner.

“Just how many positions do you want to take me through, huh?!” Scarlett snarled and then unwillingly moaned as John quite forcefully grabbed her left tit.

“You give too much backtalk and too little respect,” he decided, pinching and pulling her nipple, “and I will put you through every single position I want, Scarly. You should be very aware that I can cum a near endless amount of times and you made the mistake to drug yourself.” He twisted the pink a bit and in response saw a mixture of his cum and her pussy juices flood out of her. “This series of climaxes won’t stop until you collapse.”

For the first time ever, John felt like he had properly intimidated Scarlett, as she swallowed heavily. Then he moved to play with her body for a bit. He had teased fucking her ass, but he felt like she could use a little bit of a break.

Plus, he wanted to know just how sensitive her tiny tits were right now. He kept twisting the left nipple already in his hand. Being quite experienced in this sort of play, he never overdid it. The hard, swollen piece of pink meat was tormented to the limits of what was pleasurable, but not beyond.

The other half of her chest he first cupped and then caught between his teeth. First he just gently nibbled on it, then he put his entire mouth over the tower on the flat hill and sucked intensely.

That action revealed the answer to her chest sensitivity to be: very. “Oh god,” she gasped, her feet kicking the mattress and arms randomly sliding over the smooth sheets. Her chest would have writhed away from him as well, if John wasn’t in the habit of keeping his weight on her. The continued movement of her legs started to annoy the Gamer as well, so he took both of them by the bend of the knee and stretched them upwards until her knees were on one height with her shoulder.

Some small rolls of skin and fat appeared on her stomach, but that was only natural. John continued to kiss, suck and bite her nipples and soon extended that love to the surrounding area, her neck, her cheeks and finally her lips again. While their tongues wrestled, John aligned his straight cock with her asshole again. He did so without using his hands, trusting fully in his knowledge of the female anatomy.

Pain overpowered by lots and lots of pleasure found its outlet in an open-mouthed scream that John continued to silence with his lips. The teasing must have put her right on the edge, and as much as anal was new to her, no matter how many dildos she experimentally had put in there, John’s slow pushing put her right over it.

The gripping of her sphincter didn’t make movement any easier, but John didn’t give a fuck. Just to ridicule her a bit, he broke the kiss. “Look at you,” he growled, straightening his back, pinning her to the bed by the kneecaps. “Taking it,” halfway in, ”all the way” three quarters in, “to the bloody base!” all the way in and with that Scarlett’s orgasm peeked.

“Yessss!” Scarlett had no sass to retort right now, just snapping her teeth shut and hissing blissfully. Between getting all of her holes deflowered, John’s skills and the mushrooms, her brain was slowly being reduced to the few submissive components she needed in this situation.

“Grab your legs,” he commanded and immediately she followed, securing her smooth thighs. John put his hands from there to her throat. “Yes, who?!” he asked, not allowing an answer as he squeezed. Asphyxiation was entirely new to the Technomancer, and her open mouthed drooling erotically only underlined that. “Yes, who?!” he asked again, leaving her enough room to breathe for just a second. The same second, he started thrusting into her.

Her lungs wanted fresh air, her mind wanted to answer, but all she did was moan as John plunged in and out of her bouncy ass. A second moan, then her lungs won out over her brain and desperately, quaveringly, needfully drew in air. Before her mind could press that breathe out as words, John’s hands clenched down again.

“YES, WHO?!” he asked, taking one hand off her throat to slap her across the face, mildly to test the waters. The waters splattered from her pussy against his lower chest and all over Scarlett herself as a single wave of pussy juice squirted out. “Urgh, look at the mess you made!” he scolded her and slapped her a second time, harder. Only the insane amount of lubrication oozing down from her fuckhole proper made it possible to keep the assfuck going. “Yes, who?” he quietly growled, choking her just lightly enough.

“Yes, Ma-“ her answer was cut short, by an orgasmic wave. “Fuuuuuck,” she said instead and got herself slapped again.

“You are a smart whore, get your tongue under control!” he continued to scold her. “Or I will call Eliza to take your place!”

“S-sorry, Mast-“ again, she was cut short, this time accidentally as John’s own approaching orgasm made his hands tighten up when he didn’t mean to. Her ass was like heaven, incredibly tight and massaging his cock in all the right places.

“Do you want me to cum inside your ass?” he asked, not that he believed he could pull out in time if she said no. He just wanted to hear her scream the next two words anyway.

“YES, MASTER!” she did, and John slammed into her. His balls tightened and an immense load splurged into her anal cavity. The impact, the heat, her submissive state of mind sent Scarlett there right with him. No scream left her lungs, having gotten stuck in a neck that doubtlessly would have imprints of John’s hands later today, her red, glassy eyes with the widened pupils travelled up to the edge of their sockets, her tongue pushed out, and her small breasts were pushed out as her spine curved up.

John saw this through a frame of dancing, white light in his periphery. His orgasm burned itself into all of his senses, sounds becoming dull, smells distant, vision blurry and overly focused in rapid exchanges. He let out a prolonged moan, peaking on volume for each of the many thick loads he put into her.

When he halfway got control over his hands again, he quickly let go of Scarlett’s neck. A rattling inhale entered her desperate lungs, but no words of scolding were given. Instead her eyes remained stretched out and her tongue hit the mattress as her head flopped to the side.

A last spurt went out of John’s cock, and he pulled out. ‘I might have overdone it,’ he thought and looked at the body of the Technomancer in front of him. She was covered in marks that were starting to turn into small bruises. Her pussy and ass were both stretched out and dribbling with the enormous amount of semen he put in there. ‘Guess I am done here,’ he thought; even when on drugs, he doubted she could continue.

To his surprise, she raised a quivering hand and reached into her jacket. She pulled out a somewhat mistreated but generally intact looking box of cigarettes. “Giveh meh…,” she coughed and tried to get her slurring under control, also fishing out a lighter from somewhere. “Give me five minutes. Then keep toying with me like a piece of meat, ‘Master’.”

John had the decency not to point out that Aclysia would hate how she used that word and that Scarlett shouldn’t smoke inside.