Category: Your Island

by Writing Shark

Let the games begin

“Hey!” That’s the angry girl, Franzi, as you now know. She has a German accent but makes an effort to speak your language as she opens your first lesson with an attack. “Who do you think you are showing off Ashley like that?”

“Shut up Franzi!” Ashley barks, trying to establish herself as your submissive but superior girlfriend. “Liam is my new boyfriend and he can do whatever he wants.”

“I always knew you were a slut but that you could sink so low.”

“You only want him for yourself,” Ashley grins superiorly but then squeaks when you pull hard on the tie.

“You don’t speak for me,” you say coldly and Franzi holds her breath angrily as Ashley looks down. Then you look at the German girl two rows in front of you and smile.

“I’m Liam,” you say gently. “And you’re Franzi?”

“It’s none of your business,” she says angrily. “Better answer my question. Why do you treat a woman like your property?” You shrug.

“It’s important to me to let people know that Ashley is mine,” you say, blatantly lying in several regards.

“But there is another way. And besides…” You simply turn away from the girl, which only makes her angrier. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” But you ignore her, which makes Ashley giggle next to you. Then you stand up and address the class.

“My name is Liam Martin and I’m new here.” You wave to everyone. “If someone has something to talk to me about, they are welcome to do so, but I would like to point out that your families work for me, your salary comes from me and this island belongs to me.” There is no point in sugarcoating the situation and the looks on you change almost immediately. “For now I would just like to point out that Franzi here…”

“Two minus points,” Megan whispers in your ear.

“Has two minus points,” you finish the sentence. Everything is developing so quickly. You already have a girlfriend with a great pussy and Franzi will quickly provide you with the perfect example for your plan.

“What?” the German asks, puzzled, but you continue to ignore her. Instead, you pull Ashley up by your tie.

“Ashley here, for example, already has ten plus points,” you announce. “In the new game I set up for us. As a welcome gift, so to speak. You grin and everyone sees the devil in you.

“What the…what are you imagining you fucking…”

“Another minus point for stepping out of line,” you say coldly and give her such an angry look that she falls silent. Later you will remember this moment as the moment you started enjoying life. Now you just feel good. “And one more minus point because you’re such a cunt.” Franzi opens her mouth but you hold out your finger. “Before you continue, let me explain what we are playing here.” You turn back to everyone, Franzi is so white with anger that she can hardly breathe. “It goes from minus twenty to plus twenty. Think of it like an account. I am the bank and award the points. Good behavior increases the points. Ashley, do you want to tell the class, your friends, why you got ten plus points?” Ashley has no idea what you’re talking about, but she can relate to what you want from her. She stands next to you.

“I… uh…” Then she straightens herself and smiles, playing her part. “I just let him fuck me. Doggy style in the gym on the sports mat. It was hot and I was moaning like a whore. Now I’m his good little girl.” She looks at you questioningly, red in the face.

“A plus point for Ashley for humiliating herself in front of you for me,” you announce.

The class is dead quiet. Everyone stares at you in disbelief.

“You all start with zero points, except Ashley and Franzi. See it as a kind of currency and status symbol at the same time. Anyone who is in the red has a debt to the bank, i.e. me. And the bank dictates how you pay off these debts.” You look at Franzi. “Or the bank will grab your family and ruin not only your life but also that of everyone else you love.” Franzi’s mouth almost hits the floor as you feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins. “By the way, this also happens with twenty negative points. You get kicked off the island and your families end up in the gutter. Well no matter. Ten plus points buy you the right to be my friend. This is something you want.”

Unfortunately, you don’t get to explain to the class what happens when they reach the top end of the points, but your new classmates’ heads are already full anyway. Most people only know you for a few seconds and maybe you should have prepared your plan better.

“It will work,” says Megan. “Look at Ashley.” You turn your head and see the fiery look in her eyes as she grabs you and kisses you deeply. Her hands move to yours, lifting them and immediately you feel her tits through the soft material of her uniform.

“Should I bend over the table?” she asks with a twinkle in her eye so everyone can hear. “You can fuck me anywhere Sir.”

At that moment the door to the room opens and a short, petite girl that you know from before rushes in. Melissa as you remember. She is followed by a young woman in a blue blazer and a short black skirt, her hair tied in a loose ponytail and large glasses on her cute nose. The woman stops when she sees the state of the class.

“What’s going on here?” she asks, then she sees you and almost drops her books. “Oh,” she exclaims, adjusting her glasses. “You must be Liam.” You grin, turning away from the class and sitting down.

“Hello Miss” you greet and wait for someone, probably Franzi, to give you away.

Nothing happens and you have to keep waiting for someone to sacrifice so everyone knows you’re in charge here. For now, every boy and girl in the class is silent.

“I am Miss Sinclaire,” explains the young woman. “And your history teacher. Have you introduced yourself yet?” You nod.

“The welcome was very warm. Everyone here behaves excellently.”

“Good,” says the woman in whose voice you recognize the same nervousness. “It’s nice to see that you stick to the rules despite your status here.” Then she starts to write something on the board and when you see her butt under her skirt, the young woman slides way up to the top of your list.

by Writing Shark

King and Queen, the new power couple

You’ve never been so proud of yourself in your life, and if you still have doubts somewhere in your subconscious, the show of power you display with sexy Ashley at your side will wipe them away like dust in the wind, just like any questions the school might have about you. You are definitely a couple. You are definitely the most sought-after student in the school. And you definitely have power.

This is most evident in the bubble that forms around you and Ashley as she leads you to your new classroom and you introduce yourself to the school as the newest student, but also in the fact that you don’t really pay attention to the order of your uniform. Your pants are wrinkled and your shirt is sagging over your shoulders.

And your tie is around Ashley’s neck.

She doesn’t really match her cheerleading uniform, but the ribbon around her neck and the end of the tie in your hand couldn’t be a clearer sign that Ashley has snagged the hottest new stud in school.

That and the dark sperm stains that appear on her back.

You’re almost exploding with pride, too busy trying to look lofty and powerful to worry about anyone seeing what’s going on with Ashley. The girl got what she wanted, just like you, and together you will conquer this school – and then the entire island.

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“Ashley?” You recognize the voice from yesterday. “What happened to you?” Of course Megan was right, Claire Foley and Ashley Reed are friends. The girl on the makeshift leash looks at you questioningly, you nod, then she turns to Claire.

“I have a new boyfriend,” she says proudly and sticks out her chest. Claire watches you two with wide eyes that you would like to see staring up at you from below, your cock in her mouth.

“Yes but what…”

“Liam Martin, this is Claire Foley” Ashley introduces you like a good girl. You hold out your hand.

“Nice to meet you,” you grin politely, the eyes of the surrounding students completely on you. Out of reflex, Claire grabs your hand. “And I’m happy to be part of the group now.”

“Which group?” Claire smiles and looks questioningly at Ashley.

“Your group of friends,” you answer, blinking. That was weak, the former Liam spoke through you, a corpse that should have already been disposed of.

“You mean your friend group,” Ashley says from your side, clinging to you with her supple body. “Claire, from now on I don’t have time for anyone other than Liam,” she says and presses a kiss on your cheek. “But maybe Liam will let you become his girlfriend too.”

“His… what?” But you just look at Ashley admiringly. She’s a smart girl.

“You contradicted me,” you say with a grin and are already looking forward to your relationship with the girl. And to Claire’s tight pussy.

“Oh no,” Ashley coos, giggling. Then she turns around, bends over until the tie is tight around her neck, leans on her knees and holds her butt out to you. “Then you have to punish me, Sir.” You can only shake your head, then your hand ends up on Ashley’s butt. The surrounding students groan in shock when the loud noise materializes. You don’t hold back. No more. But Ashley takes the blow like a fighter, moaning sensually, then she’s back at your side, beaming like a queen.

“Ashley, what’s this?” asked Claire reproachfully. “You’re not like that.”

“Liam made me this,” she tells her friend, then addresses the others. “I am his queen and no one is above me but my king. Do you hear that? Ashley Reed is the new queen of this school.” You giggle as you see the disgusted reaction of the rest of the students but you also see something you were hoping for. While many turn away from her, the whore who allows herself to be led around like an animal, you see desire in some of the eyes of the surrounding boys, and fear in some of the surrounding girls’ eyes.

“Come on, darling,” you say, tugging on her leash. Ashley obediently runs behind you, then you pull her to your side. “I don’t know who was more turned on by that. You or me.”

“They should all know,” the girl finally says, and you recognize both fear and lust in her voice. “I belong to you and you own the world.”

“And I want Claire.” Ashley stops for a moment and stumbles as you just keep pulling her like a naughty puppy. Eyes follow you and your girlfriend. What you and Ashley are doing is still unusual and perverse, but that will soon change. “She’s lucky I want her.”

“You’re right.” And with that Ashley passes her test. “Do you want her with me or individually?” And that’s your test.

“I’ve only fucked you once,” you grin, passing your test, the result of which doesn’t matter. “Like I’m missing out on this pussy.” You mean Claire, but if Ashley thinks she’s special to you, that’s okay too.

Finally, your new girlfriend leads you into the classroom.

As always, all eyes are on you, and they would be, but the fact that you’re leading Ashley on her makeshift leash only makes it more interesting.

“Where do you want to sit honey?” she asks you and kisses you on the cheek to show everyone that you are together. You, on the other hand, ignore them and the looks on you and look around the room.

The first thing you notice are the twins. Their conversation ends when they see you. One looks nervous, the other looks at Ashley angrily.

Then you see an Asian woman, Korean you guess, engrossed in her books.

There is Claire, your next target and yesterday’s cum target that you want to fuck before the next lesson begins. She looks at Ashley angrily, but then becomes nervous when she sees how you treat her and lowers her gaze.

The meanest look you get is a brown-haired girl who sits sulking in the first row of seats.

“Franzi” reports Megan in your ear. There are other girls but they are not pretty enough to be noticed by you. “Do not worry. There are other beauties at school. Wait until you see your teacher.”

You grab the tie around Ashley’s neck and lead her to one of the front rows where a few chairs are still empty.

The first lecture can begin.

by Writing Shark

You fuck your princess

Of course it’s the gym but the obvious place to fuck doesn’t bother you for two reasons. Firstly, because you were anything but popular enough in your previous college to get even kisses there, but mainly because you are about to fuck a smoking hot cheerleader who is so pretty that it can’t really be.

Nevertheless, Ashley shows you her kingdom, shows you around and tells you about her world. You can feel her excitement, but at the same time you congratulate yourself on having found a willing helper on your first day and the feeling intoxicates you knowing that from now on you are at the top of the food chain.

“And this is where we change for training,” the beautiful girl explains in a cheerful voice, as if she didn’t know she had just sold herself to you like a piece of meat at the market. And everyone knows what she’s doing. You look around the room with its many benches and cupboards. “We could do it here, Sir.” You like Ashley’s proactive nature, even if she’s not talking about ‘taking’ and ‘owning’ yet. But you know that’s coming.

“Too uncomfortable,” you grumble, crossing your arms. The girl wasn’t expecting that, but then her face brightens.

“I have an idea,” she says and waves you into the large, luxuriously furnished gym. She directs you to one of several large gates on a wall and points to it. You don’t move. “Oh…” she mumbles, “Sorry. The king doesn’t have to do that.” She winks seductively at you, not seeing your sneer as the slim, fragile girl first struggles to pull open the large gate – while you stare at her tight ass bulging beneath her uniform – and then pulls out a large, soft gym mat.

“Not bad,” you remark as Ashley gasps and makes sure you have a comfortable place to fuck her.

“Thank you Sir,” she whispers seductively and approaches you. “So how do you want me?”

“Naked,” you say coldly. “And willing.” She grins and immediately goes to the gym mat, kneels down and fiddles with her uniform. With your arms crossed, you watch as a hot cheerleader strips for you.

“We’re going to be the biggest power couple in school,” she says when she can’t bear to look of you any longer and gives you a snarky grin.

“Can’t even the biggest slut in school be quiet when she’s showing me her body?” you ask sardonically, staring at her breasts as they emerge from under her white shirt. “Nice tits,” you admit as her melons (actually more oranges) emerge.

“Thank you Sir,” she says unmoved. “And yes, I can be quiet if you tell me to.” Her fingers hook under the waistband of her skirt and she extends her ass towards you as she drags it over her white skin. A black Tommy Hilfiger thong appears. Then she glances at you over her shoulder. “Everyone here knows how powerful you are. The son of the richest and most influential industrialist in the world.” She slides around on her backside with her legs raised, her white sneakers still on her feet, and presses her thighs together. “And we are all sons and daughters of important people here. No matter who works here, they are at the top of their field. And we are their children.”

“Show me your pussy.” Your mouth is dry, Ashley is so beautiful and you find yourself hoping that she is really made of the wood to be your princess. Ashley follows your command and pulls her panties over her perfect legs, then spreads them for you, revealing a perfectly shaved, tight, pink pussy. “Nice.”

“Thank you Sir,” she whispers, just a little red in the face.

“You really are a little whore who will do anything to gain power,” you shake your head and pull your shirt off your body. Ashley is immediately at your side, pressing her titties into your chest and holding out her hands.

“Let me do it, my king,” she says, ignoring the insult. Then a beautiful, trained, naked cheerleader undresses you. “If you want I’ll be your little whore Sir” she whispers as she takes off your shirt. You watch her work. “I know you can have anyone but I only want you Sir” she says as she pulls down your pants. “I want the power, yes,” she says as she takes off your socks and shoes without making a face. “But I also want to be someone who has power.” Then she digs her fingers into your pants and locks with your eyes. “Do whatever you want with me but make sure that…” Her eyes go wide as you lean forward and grab her by the throat. Her delicate hands wrap around your strong arm but you hold on tight.

“So that we understand each other,” you growl in her face. “You are a stupid little whore that I will fuck whenever, wherever and however I want. Three holes and two hands for my cock, nothing more.” Her eyes grow even wider as your fingers dig into her skin. “I don’t care what you want from me and you will be grateful for what I give you.” Your spit lands under her eye with a wet sound. Ashley flinches but can’t move. “You want to be my queen? Let’s start by making sure you understand that from now on you are a piece of meat that I can do whatever I want with. Fuck you got involved with me, now you’re reaping what you sowed. No backtalk. You’re my good little girl who loves being my fuck meat, then – when I’m in a good mood – I’ll give you enough to make you better than the other sorry fucks on this island. Understood?”

And Ashley nods.

You let go of her and she collapses in front of you, coughing.

“Let me do it,” you grin dirty and pull your underwear off your body. Stiff, hard and throbbing, your cock springs out into the open. “Turn around little doggy” you grin and Ashley obeys immediately.

Then you enjoy fucking a cheerleader who was so intelligent to offer herself to you on the first day. As her dry cunt slowly gets wetter and her manicured fingernails dig into the rough fabric of the mat, you forget your plans of conquest and revenge and just enjoy fucking a pretty girl who might even enjoy being your slave at some point. From now on you won’t make any more compromises.

“What are you?” you ask, panting as the first drops of girl juice run down Ashley’s thighs.

“Your good little girl Sir,” the cheerleader gasps and your hand lands loudly on her butt. “Yes!” she exclaims. “Thanks Sir. One more, please!” You’re only too happy to follow her and roughly pound your horny little piece of meat while her screams echo through the empty gym.

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“Fuck, I’m coming,” you gasp a short time later. You really need to work on your control. But then not. Nobody will criticize you and Ashley knows what is expected of her.

“Oh God yes Sir,” she shrieks, throwing her sweaty body towards yours. “Cum on my ass Sir!” Please! I want to feel you on me!” You pound into her faster and faster and the slapping of your bodies can be heard loudly. “Mark me Sir!” she yells. “Mark me as your propriety! I’m yours, Sir!” That makes you come.

You ram yourself deep into her one last time, then you pull out of her, jerk your cock a few more times, then shoot your cum onto her pure skin. Ashley pants deeply and horny, tensing her muscles and thanking you again and again as you spread your load over her backside.

“Thank you Sir” she finally says and sits up with your juice running between her round, firm ass cheeks.

“You could really be my queen,” you mutter, wiping the sweat off your forehead as the girl turns to you. She looks relieved. “No one else would be so bold as to boss me around the first time I fucked them.” Her face froze.

“I didn’t mean to… Sir…”

“Cum on me?” you ask when you realize she doesn’t understand.

“Oh!” she exclaims, changing her manner. That’s why you consider her a queen. She adapts to you. Then her expression becomes seductive. “I’m not on the pill yet Sir,” she says. “My father, you understand?” Then she kisses you on your sweaty cheek. “You can cum inside me whenever you want Sir. You can do everything with me of course. I only thought you might decide about children on your own Sir.”

“Buy the pill you stupid bitch” you growl, then giggle. What would your father say to an heir who could succeed you? Ashley sure has good genes.

“Yes, Sir. Can I?” The girl helps you get dressed, then she stands naked in front of you, a questioning look on her forehead.

“Would you come to school at my side like this?” you ask. “My cum on your body, naked and used?”

“Yes Sir,” she says immediately, confirming your suspicions. She’s a slut as I like.

“It’s my turn,” Megan says in your ear. “There is already information about her in the dossier.” You ignore your AI for now.

“Get dressed,” you then say. “It’s time we introduced the school to the newest and biggest power couple.” Ashley beams with joy and follows your orders. As you watch her put on and put away the sweaty mat, you wonder how far her loyalty extends, as she will soon discover what you plan to do with the school – and then the entire island.

by Writing Shark

Your first day at the new college

The black SUV you get out of in front of the school is equally armored, luxurious and self-driving, and for all these reasons it attracts everyone’s attention. It feels like you’re Napoleon on his way to the coronation and of course you’re going to crown yourself. People make way for you as if you could destroy them with a scowl and even though you’re wearing the same suit as all the boys in your school, everyone here knows who you are.

You see many familiar faces but even more unfamiliar ones. One night just wasn’t enough to get to know all the hotties at school and others are just too ugly while you’re not that interested in the boys. Maybe you should organize a buddy, but that can wait, you decide and stride through the rows of students to the building. Your unassuming earpiece is with you and Megan whispers secrets as well as directions to your first subject.

Some of the students greet you, reflecting a mixture of cautious curiosity and aloof nervousness, but most just stare as they would at any newcomer. You’re enjoying the royal treatment when a bubbly girl breaks away from the crowd. Her blue skirt flies around her slender legs as she comes running towards you, a look on her face like she’s late for an important test.

“Hello!” she shouts far too loudly, waving exaggeratedly as she comes towards you. She skids to a halt in front of you. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Melissa, the official head girl and I’m responsible for liaising between teachers and students,” she says, showing you her adorable teeth that make her look like a cute bunny. “I’m supposed to make sure you settle in well here.” She radiates a bubbly joy that would soften your heart if you hadn’t done so many bad things since yesterday. Now you’re just adding her to the top of what will surely be a growing list of cunts you want to fuck.

“Nice to meet you, Melissa. I’m Liam.” You shake hands, eyed by many students.

“Well, let me show you around,” says the short blonde girl, brushing her hair out of her face to show you her steel-gray eyes.

“You don’t have to do that Melissa,” a voice sounds behind you and you see the horror spread across the little girl’s face. As you turn around, you are amazed to see that you are not the only one in the cluster of students that has formed around you. Then you are even more surprised when a girl approaches you, dressed in the uniform of a cheerleader, her long ponytail swaying behind her. She’s incredibly fuckable and you can picture her body in every pose imaginable. “I’ll take it from here,” she says snootily and with a superiority that infuriates you.

“Ashley it’s my duty to welcome the newcomers to the school.” Melissa tries again, but is rebuffed.

“If you show that poor guy around, he’ll think we’re all gray mice like you.” Maybe it’s because you blackmailed a stewardess into prostituting herself for you today, but the pained look on her face surprises you. There’s no time for niceties as you feel Ashley’s arm on yours. “Come with me,” she says to you, pulling you through the crowd to her group. “I’ll show you that we have a lot to offer you here.”

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You feel like a fucking king. It’s unbelievable. And it takes a lot of effort not to act like a little teenager but like the biggest fucking shark in a small pond full of easy prey.

“Just enjoy it,” Megan whispers in your ear as Ashley snuggles up to you. “She’s just a dirty peasant who wants to be crowned queen. But you’re the god-emperor of this island and you decide what happens to her. Will you let her get close to you? Or will you push her into the dirt with the pigs?”

“Liam? Are you listening to me?” Ashley’s feminine touch makes you turn your head and squeeze your legs together. I wonder if Megan knows her talk of conquest is making my cock hard. Or is it Ashley going out of her way to be as sweet as cotton candy? Together with a group of football players and cheerleaders you wander through the school and Ashley presents herself at your side. It’s a courtship ritual and she’s won the grand prize as boys and girls alike compete for your favor.

“Yeah sorry” you answer her.

“Never mind. The flight here has been hell for all of us. The jet lag kills you.”

“But certainly not you,” says a football player whose name you don’t know. “We’ve all seen your jet. Pretty damn cool.” You just grin, then Ashley pulls you close again.

“So Liam, do you have a girlfriend?” she asks and everyone, even you, knows what she’s getting at.

“Here we go,” you hear Megan say. “Have fun.”

“No,” you say immediately and look at Ashley. “But I’m on the search.”

“That’s great!” exclaims Ashley. “I’m single too.” But your plan is interrupted.

“How come someone like you is single?” asks the footballer, hoping to become your buddy. Ashley gives him a dirty stare, no one here has loyalties, but it helps you.

“I didn’t get any back home,” you shrug, trying not to think about Megan, who you can never live up to. Here on the island, however, your past doesn’t count.

“Aw,” Ashley says. Her breasts press against you as she stands at your side. She’s flirting quite skillfully and using her body to its full glorious potential. It’s clear how far she’ll go for her title. “Tell me more.”

“It’s actually quite simple,” you lie. “I want a girlfriend who knows her place.” Ashley pauses for a moment, then steps up next to you again. “Sure, she can be strong and independent, the chicks today are into that silly stuff. But I want someone who knows what her duties as my girl are.”

“Duties are something women should fulfill,” says Ashley, sounding like an alien even to you. Her friends look at her too, but don’t interfere. They already recognize that something is brewing here that they can profit from afterward.

“Exactly. And she can be strong too.” But instead of Ashley, you turn in the rough direction of her friends. Claire is also walking behind you, holding your gaze and smiling. “Weak girls make me sick. Girls who are afraid of the dark.” Claire’s eyes grow wide but you’ve already turned away from her. “No. I want a girl who knows what it means to be my girlfriend, with everything I want.”

“Kinky,” Ahley giggles. Then she takes a quick step and stands in front of you. Her hands rest on your chest like feathers while her knee scratchers your leg. “So you like kinky girls?” Her voice is a wicked whisper.

“I have money and power and can afford hookers who will do anything for me. Anyone who wants to be my girlfriend has to be able to surpass that.” You snort. “Fucking yourself with a shower head is despicable.” Behind you, Claire gasps but the bystanders are only distracted by you and Ashley. You stare into each other’s eyes and you actually understand from the start that you’ve just agreed to fuck each other.

“I also like to fuck myself with the shower head,” she begins her application to be your queen. “But I prefer being fucked by real men even more.”

“Have you had many in bed?”

“Enough to be experienced but not enough that I can’t be taught anything anymore… Sir.” She smiles devilishly, sure of her attraction while Megan clicks with her tongue. “I knew someone would come along and just take me when they wanted to. I think that’s sexy.” She chews on her lower lip and her ponytail shakes with every movement of her head.

“And can you prove to me that you’re not going to bitch and that you’re a good girl?” The bystanders are amazed at what’s going on but you have no time to waste and no scruples and Ashley wants you by her side. “Can you do what you’re told?” Ashley steps even closer, stands on tiptoe and hugs you.

“You don’t want someone who does what she is told,” she whispers in your ear. “They’re all bitches. I will be your queen.” Then she steps back from you. “And a queen always makes her king look good in public.” Again you look at each other. “And in bed… you know how it goes…” It’s a really successful first day.

“You’re going to show me the school,” you finally say. “Then show me somewhere secluded.” Ashley grins mischievously.

“Yes Sir.”

by Writing Shark

Megan provides you with a good show

“Of course Sir.” Several feeds follow simultaneously, taking up the wall-sized screen. “I mean, you have to know your classmates, right?.”

And you do. Over the next few minutes, with Megan’s help, you zap through the private lives of your classmates. Laptop cameras, smartphones, surveillance cameras, baby monitors, Megan uses it all to get into the lives of the people who will soon surround you and it feels good to lie in your bed and find out what awaits you tomorrow. But it’s even better to see the half-naked or completely naked bodies of pretty girls.

“Put that one on the list,” you say.

“Which one?” asks Megan. “Her?”

“You have no arms,” you laugh and Megan laughs too.

“Asshole. Well okay, ebalism won’t be the worst thing we’ll do. Wait.” The feed around a pretty black-haired cheerleader flickers on. “Cleaning it up. Rotating the picture. Improving the sound. And… have fun, Sir.”

“Fuck she’s hot,” you marvel as you watch Claire Foley slide the shower head between her legs. Megan’s technique is good and transforms the shaky image on Claire’s cell phone into a nice 24k picture. You can hear her moan softly as her legs shake and she brings her other hand to her clit. “Are you taking…”

“Photos?” Megan interrupts you. “To blackmail her? Who do you think I am?” She giggles and you know the answer. Then her voice changes.

“Touch yourself, Sir. Please.” And you do. “I want you to like it here. I want to do everything for you.” You jerk off faster as you watch young Claire do it to herself with her fingers and shower head and Megan whispers in your ear. So many times you’ve wished this would happen, but even now you know that Megan would never do it. Your Megan, however, continues to whisper to you. “Claire is only doing this for you. Imagine what it would be like to be in the room with her now. Can you feel the steam and the heat?”

“Yes,” you breathe, gripping your cock harder.

“She knows you’re watching her right now. She can feel it inside. She shows it. That’s why she’s spreading her legs now. She’s doing it for you Sir, she wants to please you. All the girls here want to please you because they know they belong to you. This island belongs to you alone.”

“Go on,” you push out. Your body stiffens and you focus only on the black-haired beauty out of all the girls on the monitor.

“When you meet her at school tomorrow, she’ll instinctively know that she’s yours. And she’ll be honored that she was the first one you saw naked here. She’ll get down on her knees and beg to be your slave.”

“Yes…”

“She’s fucking herself faster. She’s about to cum,” Megan cheers you on. “Will you let her cum?”

“Make sure I cum before her,” you order and Megan’s voice becomes eager.

“Yes Sir! Cum for me sir, look at Claire, that stupid little piece of fuck meat. You’re going to fuck her in all her holes and make her useful. She’ll be part of your collection. Join her in the shower now. Take her Sir, she’s all yours! Push her against the wall, do away with her. She’s scared but still spreads her legs for you. She wants it, but is afraid to admit it. Make her admit it, Sir!”

“Fuck!” You’re about to nut.

“Yes! Make her shout it out! Everyone can hear it! She’s all yours! Cum inside her! Do what you want with her and fuck her hard against the wall!”

You cum in several hard shots, shooting your cum all over the sheets and comforter while Claire still holds the shower head between her legs.

“Wow Sir, that was a good load,” Megan giggles. “Someday you’ll shoot that between the legs of so many hot chicks.”

“What was your question?” you gasp absent-mindedly. That was a hard and… special orgasm. Phone sex with the love of your life who is evil to a girl you don’t know and who you’re about to rape… That was definitely not on your bucket list. “Oh yeah.” You look at Claire. “From now on, she only comes when she begs like a good girl.”

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Instantly, the bathroom goes pitch black. A startled shriek is heard, then Claire staggers out of the shower as the water turns icy cold.

“What the? A power cut?” Her parents call to her from downstairs and you hear the girl grumply get dressed and go downstairs.

“And now switch back to my flying whore,” you grin admiringly.

“Oh yes,” says Megan. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve sent her a surprise,” Megan says wickedly and turns up the feed showing the stewardess walking around her small apartment, freshly showered and wearing a towel.

There is a knock at the door and Stefanie hesitates for a long time, but then opens the door.

“Hey,” says a male voice.

“Bill? What…”

“Wow…” you say as the man in the white shirt of a pilot grabs Stefanie by the neck and pushes her into the room.

‘Bill. Our passenger has offered me a lot of money to be your dirty little anal slave today,’ you read the text Megan has written on the monitor. Plus four thousand dollars in Bill’s account. ‘Come here and fuck me hard and if I ask you to stop then fuck me even harder. I want that and you won’t get in trouble. The only condition is that you shoot your load in my pretty little fuck face.’

“Ready for round two Sir?” Megan asks with amusement but your hand is already back in your pants as you watch Bill rape Stefanie. “And by the way…”

A window opens showing a girl you don’t know. Her name appears to be Mindy and she is rubbing a pillow between her bare legs as she lies on her pink bed in her pink room, moaning softly.

by Writing Shark

Welcome to paradise

The sun slowly sets, coloring the sea a beautiful orange-red, the last light touching your face like the thought of Megan Smith. You shake your head. After everything you’ve done today, Megan wouldn’t even want to look at you, and that’s a good thing. You don’t have time to mourn the past.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Megan asks in your ear and you clench your teeth.

“The sunset or the house?” You have to admit you like her girlish slight giggle. But your AI still manages to make you see her as a different person, not your past great love who you still wish was…

“The house? Is that what you call it?” And indeed, that is the biggest understatement you have ever uttered in your life. You’re standing on the sturdy glass railing on a balcony with room for a huge pool, a baar, a multi-purpose court and a small dance floor, several hundred feet above the ground and looking far into the distance of the endless Pacific.

Your empire is based on this tower, one hundred and twenty floors of glass, steel and concrete. You will rule from here and the top four floors will be your apartment, which you can furnish as you wish. You will make changes, but even so, the interior is breathtaking and surpasses anything you ever dreamed of.

Megan has also informed you that the levels below your new home are completely empty and at your full disposal, something you will be happy to take advantage of as your plan takes shape.

As the sun sinks lower and lower into the sea, you discuss your plans with Megan, who eagerly supports you and whispers slippery words in your ear. All in all, you don’t have the feeling that the AI will stand in your way in any way, on the contrary, you test her to see if she really isn’t just playing a role for you and yet has the personality of the only girl who can still prevent your rise (and so the fall) to a dreadful god.

“I have enough material to replicate her, Sir,” Megan says honestly and gently. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, but if you give it to me I can make you a girlfriend who will do anything you say.” But you shake your head.

“That wouldn’t be the same, Megan.” You have no problem calling her by her name. “But thank you.” Then the sun has sunk behind the horizon and the island is plunged into darkness. You turn away from the balcony. “You’d better show me our pretty little stewardess.” Then you throw yourself onto the bed and think that this will be the last night you fall asleep alone.

A solid glass wall descends on the wall opposite the huge, soft bed and immediately afterward a razor-sharp image is projected onto it.

---

There’s Stefanie in her small accommodation, provided by your company.

“That bitch,” Megan murmurs in your ear. “She’s still wearing your cum Sir.”

“Good girl,” you grumble, sliding your hand into your boxers. The young woman looks uncomfortable as she slips her uniform over her body and sits down on the small bed in the room, which is located in the island’s remote airport. Then she gets up and turns to the small bathroom.

“Do you still have my cum on your pretty face my little cumdump doll?” you say to the screen but Megan converts your language into text and promptly sends it to the abused stewardess. Amused, you watch as Stefanie hesitates, but then grabs the phone.

‘No sorry. I’ve just had a shower.’

“We don’t lie you men little girl,” you say coldly and Megan sends the text. “I bet you still have my cum on your face and don’t want to wash it off.”

‘No,’ Stefanie writes, clenching her shoulders.

“Send me a photo. Now. Megan, take her money away from her.” Megan obeys and when Stefanie sees your message along with the red numbers on her account, she immediately pulls up her cell phone. You watch as the half-naked beauty takes a panicked photo of her face and stroke your cock in the meantime.

‘I’m sorry Sir! You are right! I love your cum on my face! It’s so beautiful and tastes so delicious, even when it’s crusty. And I love the thought that it makes me even prettier. I love being your horny little cumdump!’ Then you tell Megan to turn off the sound as Stefanie shoots the photos and then sinks onto the bed crying.

“Go wash up, bitch,” you say and tell Megan to send her the money, along with an extra dollar for the pictures.

“Should I tell her you’re controlling her from now on?” Megan asks as she projects the selfies next to the life feed of Stefanie crying.

“No,” you shake your head. “I think she’s figured that out herself. But do me a favor.”

“Anything Sir,” Megan says seductively.

“I like her face, so let her take more of these photos.”

“I think that can be arranged Sir,” she says wickedly. “Would you like to get to know your new classmates better?” You grin like the devil and nod.

“Show me something good.”

by Writing Shark

The king has arrived

“So that’s him,” Ashley murmurs.

“I wonder what he’s like” replies her best friend Claire.

“Rich” mumbles Ashley, watching the large private plane glide gracefully through the skies above the island.

“Ashley!”

“What?” Claire is clearly too friendly for a cheerleader. “You can afford to be nice to the guys, but I have to think about my status,” Ashley says as she stretches her legs. The two girls sit side by side on the sports field of the expensive college as they often do, warming up for their workout in their blue and white uniforms with gold markings.

“Who says he doesn’t already have a girlfriend?” asks Claire, touching the tips of her toes in her white sneakers with her fingers. “Or that he’s even interested in you.” Ashley gives her best friend and most loyal subordinate a dismissive look.

“Are you serious?” she asks cynically.

“I mean… okay… maybe…”

“All the people here are rich, sure, but this guy… If the rumors are true, he has more money than God and more power than governments and some countries.”

“So what?” Claire still doesn’t get it, but that’s why she’s below Ashley, who leads the social hierarchy of the college on the island. And the heir to the company that makes Google and Apple look like market stands on a dusty street will go to her school!

“I hope he joins our class,” whispers Ashley, dreamily watching the plane land. Then the coach’s whistle blows and the two girls put on their best smiles and hurry to join their group.

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“What do you think he’s like?” Mindy asks her identical twin Cindy quietly as the plane sinks lower and lower in the sky.

“Just like any business guy,” Cindy whispers back, bending over her Roman Empire exam. “Rich and arrogant. We just needed someone like that.”

“Hm…” Mindy says and brushes her hair back.

“We’ll be fine here. My father says everything is going well with his job.”

“But I’d like to know what he’s like.”

“Can you both shut up?” the European student Franzi murmurs angrily.

“Some of us are trying to do a good job here.” Cindy rolls her eyes while Mindy looks apologetically at her friend Franzi. The German student already has a hard enough time in life, but she could really be a bit nicer. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what he’s like. He’s a capitalist, just like everyone else here. Nothing will change. The system…”

“Franzi?” comes Miss Sinclaire’s voice from forne. “Is there a problem?”

“No, Miss Sinclaire!” Franzi shouts, giving the twins a dirty look.

“I know we’re all excited,” the young teacher reassures the class. “But we’ll soon get to know our new classmate. So there’s no reason not to focus on the Roman Empire and its role in ancient society.

“Yes, Miss Sinclaire!” Franzi calls out again and the class giggles. Then the bell rings.

“All right, my dears.” Miss Sinclaire claps her hands and adjusts her oversized glasses. “Your assignments are on my desk and I’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow. Have a nice day.” Then the young teacher bids farewell to the twenty-four boys and girls in her class while she can already see her sister leaning against the door.

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“What do you think our new student will be like?” Anna asks her younger sister Abby as she dismisses the last students in her class.

“Well done Andrew. Your points are something to build on.” She smiles approvingly at the boy, then the two sisters are alone in the room.

“I don’t know,” the younger girl mumbles to her sister, wiping the blackboard. “I just hope he’ll fit in well. Life here is different from life on the mainland.”

“He’s his father’s son,” says Anna, helping her sister. “I’d be more worried about the girls in your class.” She grumbles. “About all the girls, I’d say.”

“What?” Abby spins around and dismisses the objection with a laugh. “Anna, you’re exaggerating now. You’re literally acting like this place is a madhouse.” She giggles.

“Don’t you think?” asks Anna, stepping closer and pointing out of the large windows of the modern lecture hall. Outside, a group of cheerleaders run across the schoolyard, led by Ashley Reed. “Where do you think she’s going now? And her friends too.”

“Where are they going? Surely to class to…”

“Really? Abby, don’t be ridiculous.” Anna snorts. Of the two sisters, she is the more mature, the colder and the more successful. But Abby is the nicer one. “If Ashley doesn’t get the new one, it’ll be one of the others. You know that.”

“So what?” Abby turns to her older sister. “Love isn’t…”

“Love?” Anna laughs. “This isn’t about love, is it?” She moves closer and grabs Abby’s hands. “Ever since Henry left you and I brought you here, you’ve been living like a monk,” one sister admonishes the other. “That’s not healthy. You know that and so do those girls. You’re also studying biology, so you should know what people are like.”

“That’s psychology Anna, your specialty.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying! So listen to your older sister.”

“And what? Do you want me to act like a cheerleader?”

“I want you to think about yourself, Abby.” Anna hugs her sister. “And imagine what you could do with all that money.”

“He’s far too young for me… I think.”

“He’s probably 18,” Anna shrugs. “Maybe even older. You’re 24, and look at you.” It’s hard to find Abby attractive in her gray, long clothes, but underneath the fabric is a nice body that the older sister wants to highlight to help the younger one. “You just have to make an effort, be nice to him, show some cleavage and push your glasses lower on your nose, then you can give Ashley a run for her money.”

“Her family has more money than me. And besides…”

“It’s not about money Abby,” says Anna. “It’s about ass, cunt and mouth.”

“Anna!” The older sister laughs.

“You’re not a MILF yet Abby,” she says encouragingly. “And you’ve still got it in you. And you deserve it. More than one of those little beasts who don’t know how to handle money, power and a penis.” But she forgets that Abby doesn’t know that either. “But if you don’t want it…” she shrugs. “Then I’ll take him inside me.”

“Anna!” Abby almost screams and presses her hand to her lips. “You can’t do that!”

“Of course we can. Why should we stay out of the race? All the girls on the island will try their luck with him. We should too.” She pats her sister on the shoulder. “This isn’t a normal student Abby. Remember that. If you get it right with him, your life will be pretty damn easy. And after everything that’s happened to you, I’d say you’ve earned it.” With that, the big sister leaves the little sister alone with her thoughts.

“A MILF…” Abby thinks out loud and organizes her books for the next day. “What is a MILF anyway?” She can’t find an answer to that, but Anny’s words stay in her mind. “Maybe…”

by Writing Shark

Megan proves her loyalty to you

You are the only passenger on the plane and it doesn’t take long for the pretty stewardess to come to you. As she moves her slender body down the aisle towards you, Megan whispers information in your ear.

“Her name is Stefanie Mitchell, 24 years old. She’s struggling to pay for her house and has a boyfriend who’s thinking of breaking up with her because she’s gone too often,” Megan says in your ear before the woman gets to you. There’s not enough time to ask where Megan got this information, but Stefanie, ‘or Mitchell. S.’, as it says on her name tag, is an employee of your father’s company and therefore easy prey for an AI he created.

“What can I do for you Sir?” the woman asks kindly, looking down at you.

“Oh, I just wanted to have a little chat,” you shrug. Megan’s voice rings in your ear again.

“Your father gave you two hundred thousand dollars for free usage,” she says, surprising you so much that you don’t catch Stefanie’s reply. “You can access it, and Stefanie’s account, through your uplink.”

“What?” you ask Megan and Stefanie.

“What can I do for you Sir?” the stewardess asks while your AI is quiet. Your uplink vibrates and you look at the screen. There’s Stefanie, in a bikini, on a beach at sunset. It’s a public post on Instagram. Then the image changes to a sex video, shot in a hotel room. Stefanie is wearing the company uniform while a man films her from above. The blurred image shows her with her legs spread, moaning loudly and looking into the camera.

“She’s a little whore,” says the sweet voice of Megan in your ear. “She’s into that kind of thing. Forbidden things.”

“Sir? If there’s nothing else I should…”

Something in your head snaps and even if you don’t have enough time Megan expresses it clearly in a sweet voice and a filthy giggle.

“Take her for yourself. She’s all yours.”

“Sit down, Stefanie,” you say and point to the chair in front of you, not recognizing your own voice. Cold and insistent, it cuts through the dry air of the cabin and you know you sound like your father. The stewardess hesitates a little.

“Sir, it’s not part of my duties…” But you’ve lost too much to have anything taken away from you now and Megan hums triumphantly as Stefanie places her tight ass on the seat opposite you while smoothing her skirt over her clenched legs. You imagine spreading those legs and… It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ve already won.

“I can imagine that your salary is not enough for everything you have planned for your life Stefanie,” you say coldly and stare into her flickering eyes. The woman opposite you also senses how the situation is changing, but remains seated.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Come on,” you smile wickedly and raise your arm.

“Twenty thousand dollars should be enough for her to do everything,” Megan says with conviction and you type in the amount on your uplink.

“I don’t have much time and we probably won’t see each other again soon.” Your eyes meet and you hold out your arm to her. She hesitates a little, but then leans forward, your eyes falling on the bulge of her breasts. “That should be enough.”

“For what?” Stefanie asks, agreeing to the deal without really knowing it.

“She’s thinking about her boyfriend back home,” Megan says as you grin confidently into Stefanie’s beautiful face. “She will do it.”

You answer Stefanie’s question by unbuttoning your fly.

---

You’re proud of your size, but you don’t care at the moment, you’re experiencing a completely different kind of rush. The power you have over Stafanie makes you harder than ever before and if it’s not your size that makes her eyes water, it’s the power with which you grab her head and press it onto your cock. The strained gagging and moaning of the pretty woman is louder than the noise of the engines and every time the tip of her petite nose forcefully digs into your skin you push yourself up out of your seat to penetrate her even deeper.

“Fuck yes” you moan as you feel the tip of her tongue run along the underside of your cock while she desperately gasps for air. “Twenty thousand dollars and you’ll be my cheap whore.” Stefanie doesn’t answer, but jerks her head up and down on you even faster. “Yes blow me like the whore you are” you murmur and don’t care about her coping mechanism, you’re enjoying your blow job too much.

At some point, her moans become strained and tiresome as her movements become slow and sloppy. Drool hangs down her chin and drips in long strands onto her white blouse while her lipstick and mascara are already running. Your fingers claw into her unsoiled hair and pull her head away from your throbbing cock. You want to look her in the eye and as you look at her face you feel the urge to apologize, but Megan helps you again.

“She can’t speak Sir,” says your great love scornfully. “She’s too overwhelmed by your cock.” And that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Use your hands you lazy bitch” you command and Stefanie obeys immediately. While her slender fingers wank your smeared cock, you hold her weak head in position and look her in the eye. “You don’t care about the money, little bitch,” you shout at her and spit in her face. Stefanie flinches, but can’t get away from you.

“No…” she says quietly, but continues to jerk you off.

“Yes,” you say meanly and Stefanie moans. “You just want my cock, you little whore. Your boyfriend at home is weak and can’t offer you the money you earn here.” You laugh as she starts to cry and her grip on your cock intensifies. “Otherwise you’d be working for a regional airline, at least you’d be home once in a while and only get your ass pinched sometimes. But you want the money, you’d rather be on call for me when I want to shut your stupid mouth up.”

“Yes…” she just breathes.

“I despise women like you.” Then your next spit mixes with her tears. “And now suck until I cum.” And Stefanie pounces on your cock of her own accord, gagging and coughing while you lean back, sighing pleasantly.

“That was fun,” Megan giggles in your ear. “I hope you can see that I’m nothing like the real Megan. But I’m exactly what you need.”

“Oh yes…” you moan to both women.

“I’m your AI,” Megan breathes into your ear. “I’m yours. And we’ll do it your way. You decide. You have the power.”

“Fuck!” You grab Stefanie by the hair again, yank her back and shot your cum rope after rope directly into her face. Her eyes glaze over and some lands on her nose and lips. Coughing and choking, she squats on the floor between your feet in her crumpled uniform and tries to wipe her face with her arm, but you stop her.

“Two thousand extra if you leave it on until we land.” You grin. “And another four thousand if you send me a selfie tonight with my junk on your face. Now get out of here.” You kick her with your foot against the opposite armchair and button your pants.

“Ten thousand for both,” Stefanie coughs and stands up on her wobbly legs.

“Ten thousand and you tell me I’m better than your boyfriend.”

“Okay.” Then she turns away.

“She didn’t even think about it,” Megan says scornfully. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together, Sir.”

“Hey,” you call after Stefanie. She turns around. “Say ‘Thank you Sir’.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Then she sits down in her little seat in the nose of the plane and pulls the curtain close while you stretch out in your chair.

“You’re right,” you say to Megan. “We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

by Writing Shark

A new friend

There are two things in the expensive-looking box. One is a small, inconspicuous earpiece that you ignore for the time being, the other is a wristwatch with a small note underneath.

“I know you don’t like pomp,” you read your father’s handwriting. “But take care of it. This watch is your life now. And no. It’s not a watch.” You look at the (not a) watch and realize that it’s some kind of smartwatch. “And no. It’s not a smartwatch either.” You grin. “I’m proud of you Liam. Your father.” You look out of the window one last time, then your gaze hardens. “Thanks… Dad.” Carefully, you pick up the watch (or whatever it is). The display immediately flashes and a fingerprint appears. Hesitantly, you place your finger on it.

‘User confirmed. Liam Martin’ appears on the display.

“Cool,” you grin, “AI?”

‘Correct’ the text appears on the black background. ‘Please characterize your AI now. Load behavior patterns.’ Blinking, you watch as a loading bar quickly changes from empty to full. ‘Please hold cell phone next to uplink bracelet. Thank you.’

“That won’t help you,” you grumble. Your father digitally wiped your phone and deleted all the numbers before he put you on the plane, but you doubt he would make such a mistake. You’re right.

‘Initialize backup protocol. Authorization Alpha Two.”

“Shit!” You groan as data that shouldn’t be there is pulled from your phone at breakneck speed. Images appear and disappear, reminding you of your old life, causing you pain. You turn away until the watch, the uplink in your hand vibrates. You look at the display.

‘AI character created. Please use Earpiece’. You hesitate, but the message is repeated. The pictures have disappeared from your phone, it lies black and still while the uplink glows slightly blue and a spinning hourglass is displayed. ‘Please insert earpiece. Thank you.’

“Shit.” But it doesn’t help. ‘Please. I want to help. Liam.’ You take your hand out and put the device in your left ear. It sits lightly and almost perfectly on you, is barely visible and if you weren’t paying attention you’d forget you had it on. “And now?” you ask, annoyed.

“Hello.” You wince hard, almost falling out of the luxurious chair.

“What the…” You can’t believe it, but you’d recognize that voice anywhere. “Megan?” Your teeth clench. “Is it really you?”

“No, it’s not Megan Smith,” Megan Smith’s voice replies. “I’m your AI assistant.” You shake your head.

“But… you sound just like her…”

“Yes,” says her voice in your ear. “I searched your phone looking for an avatar.” She sounds almost apologetic. “I know you don’t want to see her anymore but…” she breaks off but you just listen in shock. It’s as if you’re talking to Megan herself, she sounds so real. Even her pitch is exactly the same. It’s creepy. “But no one else has been as present in your life and, well… It’s my job to be as comfortable as possible for you and Megan Smith was the best choice.” She keeps talking when you don’t answer. “Is that okay? I didn’t know… I know you miss her but…”

“It’s okay,” you say before your brain can respond. Is it? Hearing her voice is really painful. Your father took you out of college before you could even tell her…

“Thank you!” Megan’s happy voice interrupts your thoughts and you’re actually grateful to the girl in your ear. “I like being her. You like Megan and I hope you will like me too.”

“Yeah I do… So you know… well…”

“That I’m not really Megan Smith?” Megan’s laugh rings brightly in your ears. Her voice always put you at ease, as it does now. “Of course I know that.” Her feigned indignation makes you giggle. “My job is to be very close to you and I think that’s the best way to do it. But I don’t want to replace Megan Smith. I can be different from her, or just like her. That’s for you to decide. My functions will not be affected by your choice.”

“Functions?”

“Yes,” she says happily. “I am your interface to the island’s mainframe and control everything from water treatment to surveillance and communication. I can give you a list of all my skills, but if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Yes,” you say, again far too quickly. You’ve never been able to deny Megan anything.

“Cool! Thank you! So you already have enough to do managing the island. If you always have the earpiece and the Uplink with you, I won’t leave your side and I’ll be at your disposal at any time of the day.”

“Sounds good,” you grumble. “Learning has never been my strong point.”

“I know,” laughs Megan, making you grin too. “After all, you always had to copy your homework from me.”

“You know that?” you laugh and then stop. “Wait a minute. Didn’t you say…”

“Oh,” she says, genuinely surprised. “I didn’t mean… Sorry. I’m still getting to know you and…”

“Okay,” this time it’s you who interrupts her and you hear her gasp in your ear. “I’ve never dared to do that with the real Megan,” you admit.

“She’s very important to you.” You nod.

“But I know you’re… something else.”

“Mhm,” she says quietly, perhaps a little intimidated.

“That’s okay. I want it that way.”

“Yes?” now she sounds relieved. “Why? I mean, of course I’ll follow your orders, but…”

“Megan,” you say, staring out of the window again. But your mind is already made up. “It’s good the way you are. And you were right. I need you exactly the way you are now.”

“Oh wow Liam,” breathes Megan. You’re already calling her by her name in your head. “I’m so relieved. What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually quite simple. Maybe more so for you than anyone else. You seem to know a lot about the human psyche. So you know how I feel at the moment.”

“Yes, Liam,” Megan says, her voice revealing that she knows exactly what’s going on inside you.

“What I’m about to do is exactly what my father wants me to do. Only I’m going to do it… differently than he might think of me. I want you to support me in this.”

“Your father thinks better of you now, Liam,” Megan confirms. “And I exist to make your life on the island what you want it to be. I exist for you. Sir.” She giggles as you grin wickedly. “I knew you’d like it that way, Sir.”

“And do you know what I have in mind?”

“No. I don’t know you well enough for that yet.” A shiver runs down your spine. What would happen if Megan was an obstacle for you? But she’s quicker than your worries. “But I can imagine. I know what people in your situation are like and I think I know what you expect from me.”

“And do you have a problem with that?” Megan is quiet for a second.

“I’m your assistant, Sir. But I understand your hesitation. May I make a suggestion?” You nod, but Megan seems to notice that too. Your eyes widen slightly as you hear the tone of her voice. The real Megan has never spoken to you like this before. “Press the call button above you Sir.”

by Writing Shark

A new chapter in your life

The Gulfstream G800 dashes through the early morning sky over the mid-Pacific at near the speed of sound, trailing wingtip vortices through the humid air. For hours you’ve been staring numbly out the big round window, watching your previous life, and your mental state, fade into the distance. He has taken everything from you and you hate him for it.

“Do you have another wish?” asks the beautiful stewardess, but you just shake your head and ignore her.

Being nice doesn’t fit in with the life he has planned for you.

He is rich. He is powerful. And he’s evil. And he wants you to be all of those things too. And you obey him, tapping the tablet that has been on your lap for several hours now.

‘My son,’ comes his voice from the tablet. ‘I know you’re angry that I ripped you out of your life so suddenly, but it’s time you became a man and took your place by my side.’ This makes you sit up and take notice, as you are moving away so quickly from your homeland and everyone you know. ‘The company needs you. She needs the son I see in you. I’m sure you know that we make our fortune producing many things, but there’s one line of business I haven’t told you about. That’s why you’re here.’ You blink, don’t know much about the multi-billion company your father runs. ‘You’re on your way to an island that’s not on any map. It’s remote and secret. There, I’ve set up a completely autonomous complex that you’ll be running from now on.’

“What the hell…” you mumble in surprise. Until now, you’ve been the black sheep of the family with your nice nature, but your father has destroyed that nature by systematically taking everything you hold dear from you. And now he wants you to work for him?

‘The staff there practically belong to the company, i.e. you. No passports, no nationalities. They’ve brought their families with them and have practically disappeared from the system. That’s the best way to work and you’ll find out about the projects under your control. Your goal is, of course, to earn money. In the short term, I don’t even want the island to be connected to the financial system, but in the long term, secrecy is a top priority.

“Oh man…” So you’re supposed to run an entire island? What is your father thinking? But you can guess, as the black sheep of the family, you are the most dispensable and your disappearance from your college is less noticeable than when one of his loyal employees is suddenly absent from meetings. Shaking your head, you continue to listen.

‘You’ll have all the powers there. It’s a special place and that requires special leadership.’ Then your father pauses and the stern, cold face you’ve so rarely seen suddenly softens. ‘Liam. I know you’re the last person who wants to take on this task, but that’s why I chose you. And I know… The things I’ve done to you… You don’t have to forgive me. But I want you to know that I did all this for you.’ On the screen, he leans forward. ‘Liam. You have to be a man now. No more childish friendships. No more free time. And no lazy life. You have to be tough now Liam. Tough and unyielding. Find your strength. I’ve given you everything for this.’ His words are hard but his face is soft, becoming even kinder until he looks at you almost apologetically. ‘Use your feelings for yourself, Liam. Even if it goes against me. I can deal with that. But be the man I need right now, even if you hate me for it.’

You pause the video and look out of the window again. Your father is right, you hate him. And you hate a lot of things in your life. He is responsible for that. But you still don’t want to get revenge on him.

“Sir?” It’s the stewardess bending down to you again. She is young and beautiful with big eyes and flawless skin.

“What?” you ask gruffly, startled at the sound of your voice. The young woman flinches slightly then hands you a royally wrapped parcel.

“I’m supposed to give you this.” Annoyed, you grab the parcel. “Sorry.” Then she quickly withdraws.

The comfortable leather of the seat beneath you creaks slightly as you lie down in the aisle and watch her sneakily. Her ass bulges under her tight blue skirt as she disappears down the aisle towards the pilots. She turns around briefly and sees you staring at her.

In the past you would have turned away in shame, but those days are behind you and you’re not good enough to be decent. Why should you be? Even before your father told you what your job would be, you decided to be a different person and after the loss of everything you held dear and the imminent start of a new life, you wonder if your father knows what he just told you, given your permission to do.

No nationalities, no passports, a remote island, full powers… He told you to be a man. He didn’t say what kind of man.

These thoughts run through your mind as you stare emotionless at the stewardess, her breasts under her uniform and her legs pressed together in her skirt and nylon stockings.

No. A nice person is not required here and it gives you a perverse satisfaction to know that now that you have become a bad person, your father will surely be proud of you.

Your eyes are still burning on the young woman as you make the decision in your head. And when you know what you’re going to do with the task you’ve been given, the stewardess smiles uncertainly at you. And you smile back wickedly. With red cheeks, the young woman sits down in her uncomfortable little seat and you lean back in your big armchair. The parcel and the tray are on your lap.

‘Son. Liam. This is a big task but also an opportunity,’ your father says as if he knows what’s happening to you. ‘I know you can handle it. I trust you. But I’m not letting you go on this adventure alone. Open the box.’ And with that, the video ends, just as abruptly as your previous life and just like there, you can’t even say goodbye here. The screen is simply black, just like your soul.

The Gulfstream races through the sky as the sun rises towards a new day as you open the package.