Playtime chapter 11

Zoe is not pleased with the way things are going in HER universe.

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Playtime

Alzador gulped as he saw an entire planet being crushed into oblivion by Zoe's clenching fist. Another form of intelligent life just utterly wiped out of existence, merely because they failed to meet the preposterous demands of Zoe's whims.

"Hand me the reports of Andromeda III. Now!" Zoe snapped as her upper body loomed above the conference table. All miniature council members – Alzador included – turned their eyes to watch the head of thralls shivering his way over the table toward Zoe. This conference table was in lack of any chairs. There was no need for such, according to Zoe. Every member was a representative of several of the many galaxies clustered throughout the universe. Each of them was shrunken down to a size resembling the level of fate their galaxies had in Zoe's reign.

Not surprisingly, Alzador was by far the biggest figure standing on the table. He was still barely taller than a barbie doll compared to Zoe, but it was a far more comfortable position than most other representatives – of whom some were slightly smaller than a scarab beetle even. One individual was so small that he could hardly be noticed with the naked eye.

"A bit more haste there, Albert. Or I might suspect you are about to bring me bad news." Zoe's voice lashed as her eyes followed Albert's reluctant gait over the table. Despite he being head of thralls, Albert was roughly the same size as Alzador.

"Ha! What am I saying?" Zoe chuckled. "I already know what news you are bringing me, of course. Just like I already know what kind of punishment I will unleash in a matter of moments." Zoe's eyes stared daggers while watching the representative of Andromeda III cringing beneath her glare.

Alzador's breathing quickened mildly as his eyes hungered at the sight of Zoe towering over them – reprimanding all like a disappointed schoolteacher. Zoe was forced to substantially downgrade her divine appearance, for it was the only way for her to converse with mere mortals in a somewhat normal manner.

If she, on the other hand, would have chosen to simply materialize in her most brilliant, fleshly form, Zoe would most likely be greeted by a bunch of brain-dead gawkers meandering on the floor in a ceaseless phase of sexual ecstasy. Most of them would die eventually. Their bodies would utterly be incapable of processing Zoe's godly form.

Zoe now looked like a mere teen girl. A very bratty teen girl, only with an immaculate appearance compared to mortal standards – with a flawless bush of black hair, breathtakingly eyes, and a gorgeous body with a set of luscious curves on the right spots. As Alzador's lecherous eyes were drinking in Zoe's unmatched beauty, he contemplated heavily if aiding her by becoming the Ultimate Goddess was the right thing to do.

Sure, he was getting his jollies. Zoe made sure of that by granting him curvy adventures on her thighs, ass, and boobs as a speck-sized being from time to time. However, the consequences for the universe were fairly severe. As the Ultimate Goddess, Zoe's power to influence matter and time was beyond imagination. She could do virtually anything she wanted – in any place and any time – with just the sheer power of her will.

Even the intimate place of your own thoughts wasn't save for Zoe's peeking eyes. She knew everything about everyone, their aspirations, their dreams, their fears – everything. And the scariest part of all – Zoe could alter it!

If she wanted you to become gay out of a sudden – despite that you only felt attracted to women your entire life – you became gay, just like that.

If she wanted you to feel pain or pleasure – it happened.

If she wanted every single sentient being in the universe to accept her as their God – it happened.

But such was not Zoe's game. What fun is it to enforce poison in the veins of a lab rat just because you can? It brings much more satisfactory joy if you're able to make the rat drink it on its own.

"Now I know why God created free will. It's so thrillingly fun!" Such were Zoe's words to Alzador when she first started to realize the potential of her powers.

"Read it," Zoe commanded as a trembling Albert knelt down in front of her on the table with a scroll in his hand.

Albert cleared his throat and took a self-assured posture – or so he tried – by straitening his shoulders and raising his chin when he started to speak. "Dear, highly regarded pope Clement the 3rd, although we had the sincerest respect for you as a religious figure, we must humbly decline your appeal to revise our beliefs. We will always remain true to the light. I feel brazen enough to speak for everyone on Ozorix by stating that we rather close our eyes to embrace eternal sleep than welcome this pestering darkness leaking throughout the universe. Through this letter, I also want to let you know that we renounce your spiritual guiding, starting now. Yours unfaithfully, King Kumara of Souturn."

"Quite plain. Don't you think?" Zoe said after Albert had finished the letter. She shifted her eyes toward the representative of Andromeda III, Black Godfrey – who sat there like a scared, little rabbit. "Look at me," Zoe commanded.

Too scared to move, Godfrey felt an invisible force compelling his head upward, aiming his eyes at the teen Goddess looming over them all. He saw her beautiful eyes staring down at him in a disapproving manner. She looked so innocent and young and yet, all-powerful and dastardly at the same time. He could still hardly believe that this immature brat was holding the fate of the whole universe in her slender fingers. Godfrey gasped as he saw Zoe rising even higher. She was shrinking him. Godfrey looked at Alzador – who was roughly one head taller than him just seconds ago – as he was now forced to crane his neck deep to be able to look him into the eyes.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Zoe asked casually while intensely observing her own hand. Godfrey gulped as he saw three planets orbiting her pinky finger before one of them was licked up and bitten to pieces by Zoe's chewing jaws.

"Speak!" Zoe became impatient as her hand crunched the two remaining planets within the grasp of her fist.

Godfrey started stammering, "I t-think a more m-militaristic approach would be in p-place to–"

"To harvest the exact same result," Zoe cut him off and finished the sentence. "that all you got? Where is this Pope Clement, by the way? You vouched for him, didn't you, Godfrey?"

"H-his efforts have contributed in the converting of about two-thirds of Andromeda's outer region to your cause, my G-Goddess."

Zoe rolled her eyes, "Tell me, Godfrey, what do you see?"

Godfrey looked at some of his fellow representatives with uncertainty, "I'm s-sorry for not understanding, my G-Goddess, but s-see what?"

"Look at me and tell me what you see!" Immediately – as due to Zoe's voice – all representatives were shrinking down a good portion of their former size.

Godfrey gulped, "I-I-I see our d-divine G-Goddess who–"

"Do I look like someone who settles for less?!" Zoe interrupted him.

Unable to produce words, all Godfrey could do was looking up at his towering teen Goddess. He knew he was getting punished. He just didn't know how.

"I want all!" Zoe declared as her glare traveled over each representative. She made sure to let her gaze rest on some of them a bit longer than was socially comfortable. "Each and every single being residing in MY universe should worship ME and ME alone! I want you all to think about that for a moment while I stuff whole of Andromeda III in my cunt."

Alzador looked in shock as the entire galaxy of Andromeda III conjured out of nothing to rotate on top of Zoe's index finger. It was infinitesimal, with innumerable celestial bodies floating in Zoe's grasp. Alzador knew Zoe's power and its capabilities. Nonetheless,  it was still a horrifying sight to see that an entire galaxy was now degraded to nothing more than a clit-stimulator for a teen girl.

"They remain there until they can satisfy me OR when you're combined efforts results in the rest of the universe worshiping me."

Alzador couldn't help but feel a sheer amount of guilt when Zoe's hand lowered to her vulva – which lips were spread wide open by her other hand – to insert the galaxy nice and cozy on her clit. Alzador's decision to aid Zoe was mainly – if not entirely – fueled by his urge for sexual satisfaction.

He couldn't help that being under the control of an all-powerful brat like Zoe was something that floated his boat.

Clasping her underwear back in place, Zoe closed her eyes and moaned. In chorus, Alzador's member hoisted hard as his breathing deepened and quickened. His eyes widened when he saw Zoe glancing at him. She smiled. She smiled at all of them and started playing with herself – sitting on the table and spreading her legs – in an exhibitionistic sideshow.

"Join me," Zoe said. "Pleasure me, all of you."

Absolutely no one hesitated and threw themselves on Zoe's perfect body – as they crawled over her and started fiddling every erogenous zone her body had to offer.