The Gamer Chapter 1450 – 27 Days of Preparation Interlewd – The Brat that Broke Herself (Patreon)

John sat in a recliner, browsing through a compendium of Kropotkin’s works. Far from his favourite political author, but one who did not take in perspectives they did not understand was bound to be confused. John hated being confused.

The door to the reading room flew open. “Didn’t you see the sign on the door?” the Gamer asked, not even bothering to look up. He turned a page while the impatient thumping of hasty steps reverberated from the wooden floor. By the pattern of steps alone, he already knew who he was dealing with.

“There is no sign on the door,” Scarlett declared and took the e-reader from him. She had one glance at the page. Her face distorted into a displeased grimace and she tossed the device onto a nearby table. The reading room was small, not appropriate for more than two people to comfortably dwell in, with only a recliner, a footstool, a table and an office chair filling it out. One thought from Scarlett booted John’s own consciousness out of the PC on the table, pausing the music he had been playing.

“I suppose there isn’t,” John responded and gave the technomancer the kind of calmly smug smile that he knew was aggravating.

“Fucking idiot,” she cussed him out immediately. Arms crossed over her chest, she stared at him. “We set up the lab.”

“And?” John asked.

“And I want your quick shot cock to start pumping levels into me already. We’ve got work to do, so get on it.” Scarlett shifted her weight, only to emphasize the width of her hips. The pose was doubly effective with her long, straight hair. A curtain of scarlet red cascaded down on the side opposite of where the roundness of her butt now jutted out of her slender form. A little wrinkle drew a line where the pose demanded her smooth skin creased.

And all of her taut exterior was on display. From the soft, perky rise of her tits down to the nicely balanced display of her thighs, the androgynous beauty was entirely for his eyes to devour. If the sass in the pose alone hadn’t made the Gamer hard, then the showcase of her erotic body would have. He could spot the plumpness of her ass between her parted legs. It was delicious. Both the sight itself and that she obeyed his order to not wear any clothes.

“Congratulations, you got the smug look down to a t,” Scarlett told him. “Anything else you’re useful for besides being fucking disappointing?”

John revelled in different flavours of brattiness. Delicia was the self-assured, smug brat, Momo was the easily flustered, sassy brat, and Scarlett was the direct, aggressive brat. What a wonderful collection of impotent rebellion, all of them as eager to be broken in as they were loath to admit it.

“Stop fucking staring and start pumping me full of cum,” Scarlett demanded and turned around. Leaning against the wall, she grabbed one of her round ass cheeks and spread them out. She was a little wet at displaying herself like that. A little wet by harem standards was more than enough for a lustful union, yet it was nothing compared to the dripping he could induce in her if he did what they both wanted. “It’s the only fucking thing you’re good for anyway.”

“Oh really?” John asked, one eyelid twitching. She was getting to him.

“Yes, really,” Scarlett shot back immediately, her pink lips twitching upwards under his annoyed gaze. “You’re slowing everyone down in the Raid, you’re not helping us craft anything, and you’re only reading bullshit books that no one ever needed. The only thing you’re any use for is fucking us so we can keep upping our power.”

John took a deep breath, to keep his hurt pride in check. He wanted to help her remember that half of her wealth depended on his mechanics, indirectly or directly, and that every success of his familiars was also that of their summoner. These arguments lay on the tip of his tongue. The discussion would be filled with verbal quips until he finally gave in and just pounded the truth into the irreverent brat.

That was exactly what she wanted. What they both wanted. However, John had instituted a rule. “You know what I demanded,” he reminded her and pointed at the collar that she was, even now, carrying in her right hand. The pristine fusion of fine Elder Bull leather and Mithril was worthy of a neck of one of his haremettes. ‘Maybe they should wear them permanently,’ the Master part of John’s mind suggested. The idea would go away after he had his fun. It always did. For all of his deviancy, he did not support actual sex slavery. Only the pretension that was almost the real thing.

Scarlett clicked her tongue. “You and your stupid fucking dom rules.” The redhead pushed her ass out further. Strands of her hair parted and laid almost symmetrically down her back. She was shaped like a masterfully crafted vase, a round bottom to a slender midsection, up to the parting of her shoulders. The depressions and rises of her bones and muscles cast decorative shades all over her. “What does this little game even add, huh?”

“A lot,” the Gamer responded, back to grinning now that she was back to being outraged rather than insulting.

“Yeah, it sure fucking does.” Scarlett rolled her eyes, swinging her hips enticingly all the while. “Only reason why anyone tolerates this shit is because you’re surrounded by hyper-subby bitches. Even I could dom these girls better than you. You’re a third rate ‘Master’ at best.”

“Oh?” Now John’s smile took on a dangerous twist. She had just poked at a part of him he was particularly invested in and she had given him an idea. First, however, he had to whistle. Five notes in quick succession, causing the three spiders that were skittering towards the door to halt. “Don’t get Claire involved,” he told the vampire’s familiars. The spiders stopped and reluctantly walked back to their vantage points.

Besmirching his honour as Master was the quickest way to get the vampire maid into the room. Another woman in the room was bound to get John more heated, especially as he reigned in Claire’s obsession while countering Scarlett’s brattiness. A duality of tickles for his brain, that was sure to end with him surrendering to his Libido.

Which the technomancer knew. The click of her tongue made it all too obvious her plan had been thwarted. Instead, John presented her with a simple statement. “You take control then.”

“…Huh?” Scarlett’s hand relaxed, causing her bubble butt to jiggle back into its natural shape. Visibly, her brain did a double take. It wasn’t often that John got to see Scarlett stunned. “The fuck did you just say?” she asked, almost angry.

“I said, you can be the dom. It’s easy, right?” The Gamer folded his hands behind his head. “Do with me as you please. I’m all yours.” Scarlett just stood there. “Well? I’m waiting?”

Scarlett slowly pushed herself off the wall and walked over. “Get… naked?” she waveringly demanded. When John tapped his clothes off, her expression spelled out a feeling of ‘I didn’t think I would get this far’. The Gamer had to keep himself from laughing.

Putting the collar on the table, Scarlett strutted over the single step and then looked him up and down once. This was the point where normally he would have grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down. Alternatively, he would have gotten up and grabbed her by the throat. There were a myriad of further options, but those two were the basic ones.

John’s dominatrix (in name only) stood next to him, just looking for a long while. “You’re in charge,” he reminded her.

“Of course I am,” Scarlett hissed at him. “Just weighing my options.” She swallowed, staring at his cock. Even now, it was rigid and throbbing. Didn’t take much more than Scarlett’s naked presence for him to maintain an erection. “I guess I’ll… edge you…?”

The uncertainty in her voice was almost as sweet as orgasmic cries. He just shrugged, letting her do as she pleased. Scarlett could have climbed onto the footstool to at least be at equal level with him. Personally, John thought sitting on his armrest and masturbating him while elevated in position would have been the best.

The aggressive brat decided to kneel between his legs.

Grabbing his cock at the base, she angled it for easier access, then wrapped her lips around the tip. Every bit about that set of movements oozed certainty, as did her descent. When her lips approached her thumb, she put her hand to his balls instead and gave them a nice little massage. All the while, she stuffed his cock down her throat like it belonged there. Which, John had to say, he fully believed it did.

The head of his cock pushed against the back of her mouth, gliding in deeper, until he was completely buried in her. Immediately she started bobbing her head, always bringing him more pleasure. There was no gag reflex anywhere to be found. The only reaction the well-trained redhead had to having her breathing blocked by his girthy manhood was for her eyelids to flutter.

“That’s a good girl,” John whispered, too pleased to continue the suppression of his instincts completely.

The few words, the last two particularly, had Scarlett’s moans spike in intensity. With the reverberations of her throat came an acceleration of her service. Up and down, up and down, using newfound speed and endurance to keep moving long after a normal woman and even most Abyssals would have needed to stop to breathe.

Scarlett held onto his thighs and just kept deepthroating his cock. John had long since Possessed the armrest to get a nice view of the way her neck bulged when the length of his shaft was getting sucked down her gullet. Her full, pink lips, used to form many an order or rude comment, were put entirely into the service of forming a tight seal around his cock. A ring, equally plush and firm, that glided up from the base of his cock and down from the halfway point.

“Oh yes, such a good girl,” John groaned again and Scarlett’s eyes rolled up for a moment. Her Libido may not have risen as sharply as the other three sex-levelled submissives’, but she was far from unaffected. Did she climax from that highest of compliments alone? Was it the asphyxiation that swamped her masochistic brain in adrenaline and delightful torment? Both. Absolutely certainly both. John had trained too many haremettes to be his playthings in the bedroom not to know.

Stretching out his right hand, the Gamer sent the Companion Cube to give the collar on the table a little nudge. While Scarlett blinked to refocus her vision, the Gamer held up the black leather object for her to see. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he was holding.

Silently, John mouthed the words: ‘I am cumming.’

The moans overcame the laughs when Scarlett hastily pulled away from his cock and grabbed it with both hands. Pumping his respectable manhood at a rapid speed, she brought him over the edge nearly immediately. Spurt for spurt of cum splattered across her attractive features. The thick white soaked into her hair, contrasting heavily with the full red colour. The same could not be said about her skin, the paleness of her complexion only leaning mildly towards a summer tan. Even with the blush, the cum plastering her face and petite tits only really stood out when it ran over her pink lips or hard nipples.

Licking her upper lip, Scarlett panted as a weak, orgasmic shudder overcame her at the taste of his seed. The last few spurts soiled her hands, making John once again thankful that he had such absurd loads to give. How else would he have gotten to create such a mess on his own?

Scarlett swallowed hard, breathed hard, then slowly turned a beet red that finally allowed the glazing of seed on her face to stand out properly. “T-that proves nothing!”

‘What a rare treat,’ Joh delighted in the stammer. “I didn’t say anything,” he assured her. “You’re still in control. Do the easy dom thing, ‘Mistress’.”

Scarlett pressed her lips together, more likely annoyed at being called that than the lack of respect he put into the word. Staring at the cock in front of her, she clearly considered stuffing it back down her throat. Would she be able to overcome his order this time around?

The brat seemed to doubt it. “Enough of having your stupidly fat cock down my throat,” she cussed and got up. “Doms are… supposed to be on top.”

She put one leg onto the leather of the recliner. Stopping in that position for several seconds, she looked down at her cum-covered chest, licked another rolling drop from her lips, then shivered wantonly and turned around. Instead, John was presented with her nice, clean, round ass.

“Which hole?” she asked. “Which hole?!” she repeated, immediately, in a much more aggressive tone. It was meant to sound demanding. It sounded desperate. “Ehm… s-… answer… slave…?”

It was adorable that she even pretended she had any authority in this situation. “I want your cunt,” he answered in his dom voice. The response to it was instant. A low moan accompanied a surge in her wetness that had her literally dripping on his cock, while she aligned her bubble butt with the upright erection.

Scarlett began to descend on his shaft. No teasing wiggles, no smirks over her shoulder, just a brat trying to mock him while her folds were getting stretched. “Oh yeah… that size is a thing you got going for you at least.” There was a quiver to her voice, that little traitorous bit of honesty that peeked out of her rebellious façade.

Usually John would have hooked into that, asked her if it was really only his size that she liked, bent her over, spanked her, and made her cum her brains out as a reward for every little thing she professed loving about him. Instead, he listened to her whimper in pleasure and impatience.

Too tight to descend quickly, Scarlett took him in centimetre by centimetre. It was only slower for the swings of her hips. Like a moving target, her cheeks swayed left to right, their flawless roundness jiggling ever so softly.

John groaned, the folds around his cock something he had missed only for a few hours. Of course, there had been an orgy before they set out to meet Magoi. How could there not have been? Being inside his girls, making them moan, that was up there in the greatest pleasures of his life. Admittedly, hearing the conflict in Scarlett’s gasps made it all the better.

Even once her quivering quim enveloped him completely, even when she started to move, the impatient undertone of her moans never went away. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she animated herself with harsh, loud cries. They sounded faker than anything she had ever produced. Hard and fast, she descended on his cock. Her cheeks jiggled and John salivated at the sight. Still, he stayed his hand, waiting for the inevitable chink in her pretensions.

John clutched the collar, groaning at the service. It was worse for her denying them both how their dynamic usually played out, but her cunt was still tight and wet. As a man, he didn’t need much more to get at least a modicum of pleasure out of it. Scarlett wasn’t quite as enthused. “You… urgh…” she struggled for something to say. “You’re such a… useless cock… I…”

Gradually, Scarlett slowed down. Her pussy was as loose as it possibly could be. The ripples that went up through her ass went from steady waves to little jiggles to nothing. No moans, no sighs, not even little gasps, Scarlett turned quiet. Resting, slumped forwards, shoulders quivering, her erudite mind tried to find something she would enjoy here.

John remembered their first time together. Back then, she had deluded herself that she was a dominant person herself. It had taken less than ten minutes to dispel that illusion and for her to start thriving underneath him. She had tried before to be at the top of the sexual hierarchy and she was forced to realize all over again that it was not where she enjoyed being. Could she think of what a dom would say? Doubtlessly. Could she deliver it in the proper way or in a way she herself would enjoy?

“Just spank me already!” she begged.

Evidently not.

John’s hand came down on her ass. The hard impact echoed in the small room. Immediately, she threw her semen-decorated head back and howled at the ceiling. Her pussy gripped him like a vice and he delivered a second time. The masochist was brought straight back to lust and resumed bouncing on him with renewed vigour. “Harder!” she pleaded.

“I’ll have to bend you over to spank you harder,” John told her.

“Whatever you want, Ma-“ Barely, she swallowed the last word. “Yes, let’s fucking do that!” The last of her brattiness was in those words. John would break it soon enough.

Scarlett was too busy bouncing on his cock and screaming like the wonderful little submissive slut that she was to initiate the move. Thrusting up into her, the Gamer made the redhead topple forwards. Her elbows landed on the soft top of the footstool. Standing up, John grabbed Scarlett by the waist, reclaiming every bit of control that the aggressive brat so readily surrendered. Swinging her hips back and forth, she gradually moved less and he picked up the slack by pounding her hard from behind.

Giving him control over the pace also let him stop whenever he wanted to give that bubble butt of hers all the attention it deserved. Staying incredibly relaxed, despite the sting of each individual smack, Scarlett’s ass rippled like it was made out of pure jelly. When he went back to fucking her from behind, he could feel the firm core behind the cushion of fat that took each of his hard impacts.

“Yes, fuck, yeeeessssss,” Scarlett moaned. Her arms propped up her torso, keeping her head high as she vocalized repeated orgasms. Simply keeping the pace, John prepared himself to break down the last of her resistance. Inevitably, her greedy soul would give him an opening. A sentence to hook into. As his cock began to tense with an impending orgasm, he was given what he bargained for. “That’s right, fuck my tight cunt, that’s what you need, you quick shot perv! Cum inside me!”

“No,” John growled. “Bad girl.”

Looking over her shoulder, shocked, Scarlett stared at him with disbelief as he pulled out. Smacking his cock down between the twin spheres of her wide hips, the Gamer stared back. “The fuck do you mean?” she whispered, taken aback but not offended. “Fill me up already…” she whined, swaying her hips.

John grit his teeth. Even that little rubbing was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He didn’t want to cum all over her back, he wanted to see the last vestiges of rebellion break. For the next couple of hours that was. Then he wanted them back to be torn down all over again.

For a few seconds, John let her stew in the two words. It wasn’t until he tossed the collar over her shoulder that she understood. The piece of black leather landed on the equally black footstool, right under Scarlett’s head. “You know what I demanded,” he stated plainly in his deep voice.

Scarlett gulped so intensely her entire body shivered. There were goosebumps all over her. There was a last bit of hesitation and then she lowered her upper body. Her back curved, her chin nearly touched the footstool, and her ass stayed nicely raised as the pedestal for John’s manhood.

Although her fingers trembled, Scarlett expertly wrapped the collar around her neck and pulled it tight, before closing the clasp in front. “Happy, Master?” she asked, sarcasm the tiniest undertone. It died off even as she spoke those two words.

“Very.” John took a step back and smacked her ass with as much force as she could take. Scarlett kept her face and her ass on display as she screamed. Pussy juice ran down the insides of her thighs. “So, how did you like being in charge, brat?!” he roared and gave the other side a swat. “Was it easy?”

“I’m sorryyyyyy!” Scarlett cried, finally breaking completely into heated panting and lustful shouts. “You fuck me the hardest when you’re angry, I just wanted to rile you up!”

“Well, look who is finally honest.” John reached down and bundled up her hair. Reduced to a rein, her hair no longer covered the slave collar around her neck. “It suits you much better than a dismissive scowl.”

With one swift thrust, he slammed back inside her. Scarlett’s entire body was shoved forward by the impact. Then, she swayed back with him, only to take the near entirety of his long cock into her with the next penetration. Long breaks between them, John drove into her over and over again, until the electricity building up inside him was too much.

“Yeeeeessshhhhh!” Scarlett screamed when he pulled her by hair and waist. Head tilted back far enough that he could see her upside down face, he followed her lips curling into a wild grin. She was all tenseness, then her eyes rolled up, as the first spurt of cum unloaded in the depths of her massaging cunt.

Pussy juice squirted all over their legs while he painted the insides of her babymaker with his cum. He pressed ever tighter against her ass. Lazily, his eyes moved. He barely had control over them. His brain sought out every part of her that was attractive, that could stimulate his neurons further while he pumped her full. There was ample to see, from her self-broken expression down the slenderness of her back to the emphasized width of her ass and the way the twin cheeks flattened against his pressing groin.

“Cum’s sho gooood,” Scarlett screamed. “I love it! I love you, I love you so much, you’re fucking my brains out! I love it when you dominate me, when you tie me up and pull my haaaaair!” An intense spasm made her lose her words for a few moments. “Please, please, Master, cum more inside me! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, fill up my wooooomb!”

“Oh, Jesus,” John groaned, his orgasm surging in intensity again as he did exactly that. Depositing several men’s worth of cum into her depths, all John felt was the raw satisfaction of domination achieved. His world was the white of overloaded nerves and the red of her hair.

When he could stand no longer, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her with him as he fell back into the armchair. A cocksleeve, she sat on top of him, breathing heavily. She was still tensing with aftershocks when her cunt wrung the last few drops from his shaft.

Reaching between her legs, John started to massage her clit. She was all moans and shivers. The prideful, opinionated, redheaded New Yorker was gone and in her stead was the submissve, obedient sex slave. One and the same person, of course, interchangeable at the drop of the head if the situation called for it. “What do you say when I touch you?” John whispered into her ear.

“Thank you, Master,” Scarlett gasped. “I love you.”

“Good girl. Now, time to give you everything you want.”

She would get much more than she had bargained for.