The Gamer Chapter 1569 – The Triple Brat [Erotic Content] (Patreon)

“You ready yet?” Momo asked, impatiently.

John sent a displeased glance over his shoulder. She had been bothering him about hurrying to the office all morning and it was starting to grate on his nerves.

Ignoring her, he returned to his work. Eliana and Lee were tied to each other, their minimal height difference equalized via padding under their folded legs. Chest to chest, they straddled sybians. Soft buzzing filled the room, coaxing muffled moans from the gagged, blindfolded, and earmuffed duo. They could barely move. The only senses John allowed them were the sensation of each other’s smooth skin and the stimulating smell of vanilla candles. Those, and the continued vibrations, of course.

“Seriously, get your mind out of the gutter!” Momo complained, while he double checked every little knot and tie that attached the skin-friendly rope to the leather harnesses they both wore. “They literally can’t run away from you, as much as they might want to.”

John let a flexible string he had been pulling snap back into place. Eliana let out a little muffled gasp. A wonderful little sound that was almost enough to stop him from getting annoyed. Almost.

Standing straight, the Gamer walked towards the fairy brat. She stared at him defiantly, while he approached. Even when he stood in front of her, she retained her glare. “Can we go now?”

“You’re being bitchier than usual,” John pointed out.

“There’s a bunch of paperwork we have to do and unlike you…” she stabbed his naked chest with her index finger, “…I have done my part already. You don’t need to waste time double checking every rope. Just put some basic bindings around them and we can go!”

The Gamer felt his heart rate rise. Her disrespectful tone mixed with his already stoked lust into a deeply familiar sensation. “We both know what you want. You can just say it,” he growled.

“Make me,” Momo challenged.

They stared at each other some more. John’s cock twitched and he was absolutely certain her sex was in a similar state of excitement. She had entered the Sex Dungeon with him, was as naked as he was, and now was pulling his strings. There was only one way these things could end. Their bodies remembered.

“If you have to, you can take the 38 seconds to dump a load into one of them,” Momo said in a mocking tone that Delicia would have been proud of. “Go on, I’ll wait.”

“You will respect your Master,” John warned her.

“Make – me,” she challenged again.

John snapped his fingers and said a few impactful words: “Momo, Trance, Mind Control.”

Immediately, all of Momo’s confrontational body language melted away. Her shoulders relaxed, her posture straightened, and her face settled on a happy blankness. Nothing of her brattiness remained in her white eyes. The will behind them was placid, peaceful and pliable.

“You’re under my complete control, aren’t you, Momo?” the Gamer asked and circled around her.

“Yes, Master,” she answered, her pink lips moving slowly, her tone tranquil and dreamy, “I am under your complete control.”

“I can do with your mind and body whatever I want.”

“You can do with my mind and body whatever you want.”

“What I tell you, you do as if it had been your own thought, your own desire.”

“What you tell me, I do as if it had been my own thought, my own desire.”

“Good girl,” John hummed, and even through the trance Momo shivered at the sound of her two favourite words. Her thick, white thighs rubbed together, spreading running love juices between them. ‘Now, how do I want to break her today…?’ he asked himself, keeping an eye on her bottom-heavy form. ‘What I did with Scarlett some time ago was fun… a little self-breaking…’ The idea took shape quickly and he grinned. ‘…and I can make it more literal in her case.’ “Bring in two of your extra bodies. Make sure they have different colours.”

“Yes, Master,” Momo answered. It only took half a minute for two of her Fae Maids to appear next to her. The near perfect copies of the sassy maid flanked the original. They were different in the red (left) and blue (right) that completely filled their eyes, sclera and irises differentiated only by a black outline. The same colours would have been present in their wings or the insectoid, firefly-esque attachment to their hips, but neither were currently manifested.

The two Fae Maids were as deep in trance as the original body. An erotic sight, thrice over, especially since they rapidly turned dripping wet as well. John first stopped in front of the red copy. “You’ll be Amore,” he told her. “Until I release the mind control, you will embody the parts of Momo that love me.” He moved to the blue next. “You’ll be Eros,” he continued. “Until I release the mind control, you will embody the parts of Momo that are kinky and needy.” He took a step back. “Both Amore and Eros won’t be held back by the usual shyness or brattiness. You’ll be honest about everything you think or feel.”

He paused for a moment to let the two copies say, “Yes, Master,” and repeat what he had just said back to him.

“You will just be my Momo,” John said to the original. “Behave like you usually would. You share your thoughts with those other two, because they are you but honest.”

“Yes, Master. I will just be your Momo.” A bit of delight snuck into her hypnotized tone. Was she happy to be his or looking forward to what was going to happen? Probably both. The Gamer put his hands on the sides of her face and kissed her deeply. It was a bit impersonal, sluggish as the entranced answer of her tongue was, so it did not last long.

John snapped his fingers again. “Mind Wipe,” he said, to make sure Momo remembered none of what had just happened. Well, she was going to expertly pretend she did not remember, fooling herself thoroughly in the process. “Wide Awake.”

Momo blinked rapidly a few times, then the attitude returned to her eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows and stared at him. “You know, framing my face won’t make us get out of here any quicke-eeeer!”

The fairy maid cried out when a loud smack echoed in the room. “I’m so sorry, Master!” Eros-Momo cried out and gave the original a second spank. “I just don’t know how to behave properly!” The panicked, submissive tone gave Momo’s feminine voice an entirely different sound.

“H-huh?” Momo slurred, recovering from the sharp spanks.

Amore-Momo put her arms around John’s chest and hugged him tightly. “I just don’t know how to express myself properly,” she said, apologetically and evenly. “I love you so much and I think if I just tease you a bunch, you’ll pay more attention to me.”

“What is happening?” Momo wanted to know.

“What is happening is that I’m not on my knees!” Eros told her original. Momo dragged herself down, the original barely putting up any resistance. Immediately, the blue-eyed copy began to worship his cock. “This is what I want,” she moaned between licks and kisses. “Master’s big, hard dick, for me to venerate.”

Prime Momo looked up at John and tried to decipher what was going on. The Mind Wipe suggestion prevented her from putting 2 and 2 together. “Seems like your mind split because you kept being such an indecisive brat,” the Gamer provided her with an explanation.

“Yes,” Amore sighed and kissed John’s cheek. “I keep being so mean, so I just had to make two more of me to tell you how I really feel, John.”

“Come on, I know I want to suck his cock,” Eros egged on, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“None of this is what I want!” Momo denied.

“Oh really?” John put his hand on the kneeling maid’s head. His fingers effortlessly slipped between silky strands while he dragged her forwards. He could have said so much more, but it was more interesting to watch Momo break herself down.

“Master’s cock is so delicious,” Eros panted. “Oh, I just want to take it down my throat.”

“Feels so nice to serve John,” Amore sighed. “He’s always so thankful for it.”

“He makes me cum my brains out until I can’t even pretend I don’t want it anymore.”

“And then he cuddles me so much.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Momo cried out. “Urgh, I just have to suck him off and then you’ll shut up, right?!” No answer was given or even hinted at, but Momo wrapped her lips around his manhood anyhow. Eros backed off, to let the prime body do what she wanted. Up above, Amore gazed lovingly at his face.

“I do really love the way you look at me, John,” she swooned. “Even while I am being a bratty little slut for you, there’s always that bit of softness in your eyes. I want to take you all the way into my throat!” Amore’s voice spiked when the original did just that, her pillowy pink lips meeting the base of his manhood. “…Ah, and your hand on my head makes me feel like it will all be alright!”

Momo suddenly pulled all the way back. “W-will you s-shut up already!” she stammered.

“Then you take a fistful of my hair, Master, and force me back down and I just cum!” Eros exclaimed, while he did exactly that. It was no instruction, just commentary of what he loved to do with his brats. His cock was sheathed all the way back in Momo’s ready mouth and her eyes rolled up. “Yes, fuck my face, Master! I’m another one of your ready comfort holes!”

John took Momo’s head between both of his hands. Hard thrusts echoed in the room. His balls slapped against her chin to the tune of the repeated “GLACK!” of a throat well used. Eros and Amore masturbated feverishly to the sight, silent while the original was getting used to let John achieve an overdue orgasm. Binding two pretty submissives and watching another one put herself into place was just too much this early in the morning.

One more hard thrust and he came down her throat. Each spurt made all three Momos spasm. “Ye-e-essss,” Eros let out an erotic whine. “Oh, Master’s cock throbbing in my throat is so good.”

“I love it so much when I make you feel good, Master John,” Amore agreed, her fingers playing with the shape of his jaw. “You always make me feel so go-“

“Stoooooop!” Momo wailed, her voice still strained by post-orgasmic shivers. “You two are awful! I don’t think any of that at all! This quickshot is just… okay at sex and he’s kind of handsome and that’s all there is to this!”

“Oh really?” John felt a bit like a broken record, saying the exact same thing twice, but those two words could be loaded so nicely with sarcasm. It invited the other two Momos to prove their original wrong, speaking all of her hidden desires and loves out loud.

“Why do I lie when I want so badly to be just pinned to the ground?” Eros shook her head and gave prime Momo a shove. Defiantly, she remained on her knees. “I know I want it.” The blue-eyed copy pouted and looked to John for a strong hand.

The Gamer was about to provide it when Amore glided off his side and to the ground. “Just look at John,” she whispered to her original. “Look at how his hard cock aches for me. He likes us so much.”

“I love you,” John said out loud because he could not let such an understatement be left unchallenged. “You’re such an adorable, beautiful woman. You know when to tease me and when to be soft. Sure, you get on my nerves sometimes, but we both know why you do that.”

Amore turned a little bit pink, Eros grinned, Momo turned a shade of red and lowered her gaze to the ground. Her two copies embraced the fairy maid and whispered to her in unison, “”Be nice to Master and he’ll be nice to me.””

Together, the three Momos were lowered to the ground. Eros and Amore grabbed one leg of prime Momo each, spreading them wide, and shooting John inviting smiles, while the central Momo stammered. “O-okay! Okay! I like it! I love it! I just wanted you to… give me as much attention as you gave them, okay?!”

“All you had to say,” John said and lowered himself.

“But that’s not everything I want to say, is it?” Eros teased.

“I… urgh! John, don’t be soft on me now!” Momo softly kicked him in the stomach. Catching the foot, John kissed his way up her leg, until he arrived at her wet quim. One lick made Momo squeak with delight.

Climbing over her, John stared down into the brat’s white eyes. “Don’t you worry,” he told her, while angling his cock at her folds. “I know exactly what you want. You want to challenge me, you want to exclaim that you are a strong, independent brat – just so I can strip it all away and show you that you are and always will be my lovable submissive.” John eased himself into her.

“Ah, Master is just the best,” Eros sighed.

“I love him so, so much,” Amore agreed.

Momo’s eyes were glued to his, until she felt a hand on her hips. Then, her gaze was locked to where they gradually became one. Her tight folds clenched around his cock. It was the first time today she felt him inside her pussy and the grip John experienced proved as much. His cock advanced until he was underneath that dark mark on her lower abdomen – the only part of her naked form that was anything but bright.

Then, her gaze snapped up to the hand he raised dramatically. A snap of his fingers and a single word: “Cleanse.”

A quivering inhale was the first reaction. Eros and Amore’s expressions turned from reflections of what they were supposed to be to delight-filled copies of the original. Momo’s reaction to the reality of being controlled like this wasn’t anger or even surprise. It was a long, orgasmic scream, as the reality of how little independence she had had in the last few minutes dawned on her.

John grabbed her hips with both hands and began to pound her. The padded floor of the Sex Dungeon made for an excellent flooring for the constant torrent of deep penetrations he hammered into her. “MA-A-A-ASSSTEEEEEE-E-E-ERRRRR!” the now fully broken brat exclaimed, while her pussy gushed. All of her love, all of her lust, all of her kinky wishes of being controlled and cuddled were an open book for him to read.

Falling on top of her, John slung one arm around her slender chest. Petite breasts and hard nipples pressed against him, her arched back giving him more than enough room to put her into a deep embrace. The two side bodies disappeared, to not get in the way, leaving John with a woman that was more putty than brat by that point.

She just kept on squirting and shouting little statements of delight. “Soooo goooood!” That was one. “Master… Master, you just make me cum so ha-a-aaard!” Another. “You’re the only one! My only one!” That had to be his favourite.

John pulled out for two seconds, long enough to turn her around and sink back into her until her pliable ass put a stop to the thrusts. The constant clapping sounds in the room grew louder, now that he was hitting her plump derriere with every last one of his penetrations. She curved her hips up, to let him hammer into her more easily and he embraced her again. His fingers found her nipples. He teased them. He kissed the back of her neck. He nibbled on her ears. He entered a period of loving slowness.

The constant squirting came to halt. A puddle had long since been created below their sexes. For a little bit, their lovemaking was quiet. Quiet enough that John could once again hear the constant, slurred moans from Lee and Eliana.

“I love you,” John whispered to Momo.

“I love you too,” she responded, between adoring, submissive, and reluctant.

That was all John could take and he went on a final spurt. Hard and fast again, he fucked her into the floor. Momo grunted, her eyes rolled up for good, and what little coherency she had regained in the gentle pause was swiftly pounded out of her again. Soon she was all exclamations of ecstasy, most commonly screams, sometimes slurred words like, “YEShhhhhh!” and, “I’m Mashtaaahr’shhh cumduuump!”

Pressing her into the ground with all of the bodyweight his trembling arms could not carry, John came to a final halt deep inside her. The clinging of her quivering, spasming walls pushed him over the edge. He came. He came and painted her insides white. He filled up her womb with spurt after spurt of his thick seed, listening to her blissful vocalizations all the while.

The zenith of his orgasm passed, leaving him holding a quivering mess of a still orgasming, broken brat. Holding her close, he pulled her up with him into a sitting position, cuddling her while climactic spasms turned to the twitches of her afterglow. Each time her walls contracted, she milked a little more of his remaining seed from his shaft. “Good girl,” he whispered to her.

And Momo gave a happy giggle.