Greed God chapter 58

January 16th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 10:00 PM EDT

The  drive home was actually much longer than I thought it was. I didn't  care that much but I had to clamp down on my instincts to speed.  Unfortunately I also hit traffic, and by the time I got to the Palace  and got inside to meet Whisper it was already ten. Despite that when I  saw the pile of treasure on my floor (mostly books paintings and some  jewelry) I almost sagged with relief.

There  must have been something decent in there because when I checked I ended  up with ten thousand points, and my mind cleared up. I felt like a  junkie who had just got his fix, and I was NOT amused. I turned to  Whisper, who had been standing, waiting subserviently by the side. I  walked up to her, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into a harsh  kiss. She moaned into my mouth and I spun her around and slapped her fat  ass. I was still pretty pent up from fondling a naked Amazon. "Go  upstairs to my room, strip naked and stick your ass in the air. I'll be  up to fuck you in about a half hour."

I  had things to do before I got my dick wet, as good as it sounded to  shove myself into my vipers tight little guts. She gave me a dopey  smile. "Of course my lord." She turned and hurried up the steps, but not  before I slapped that ridonculous booty again for good measure, earning  a sex squeak. My after dinner show taken care of I headed for somewhere  secluded where I could yell without being overheard.

Once  I was alone, I snarled out loud. "Crassus, what the actual FUCK was  that? I almost got caught! Why didn't you warn me that would happen?  You're supposed to be the fucking instruction manual for this shit!"  Just thinking about how bad my little brain fritz could have gone for me  made me cringe. I wasn't happy about the fucking mental degradation for  sure, but I was more pissed I wasn't WARNED about it. Things could have  been done to manage it if I'd known. For one not bottoming out my  fucking GP.

[I  assumed you would just guess honestly, it isn't hard to figure out.  That mechanic is a punishment. The Greed System is hungry. Or rather it  is hunger. When you empty out your points and then don't refill them for  a sufficient period of time it lowers your inhibitions and heightens  your avarice to fix the situation.]

I  cursed. "Well that's just fucking super. Do you have any idea what  could have happened? I'd have had to completely mind break Donna to get  her under my control, if I could even have managed it, I would have  literally bimbofied Wonder Woman's sister. No amount of orders or mental  protection would have hidden the warrior princess turning into a  simpering fuck doll, and SOMEONE would have gone looking for the person  who did it, namely ME. I'm just lucky she noticed me being an idiot and  baited me, it snapped me out of that shit before I ruined my whole  fucking life."

[Trust  me. It could have been worse. My first punishment trance was...bad. I  almost got executed. I had to do a bunch of fancy footwork to avoid it,  and I wouldn't have managed if Julius hadn't shut down all the  inquiries. Regardless, I sympathize. I would have warned you if I'd  thought of it, but it seemed obvious to me. In retrospect I think I was  just too familiar with the way the system works and I just take for  granted what's obvious and what isn't.]

I  gritted my teeth. "Do I have any other surprises coming my way? Not  that you can tell me if I do, but at the very least I figure you can  stay quiet about it. Might give me time to prepare."

[Not  that I can think of. The system REALLY doesn't like you emptying out  your GP and not trying to refill it immediately. Other than that I can't  think of anything significant. Well, at least nothing that's going to  come up before you meet the others. The system isn't plotting against  you or anything kid, it just doesn't like to be kept waiting. It's  GREED, so obviously impatience comes with the package. The only time it  forbids me to answer questions is if it thinks they'll slow you down. We  all want the same thing here.]

That  actually made me feel better. Thinking about it from an outside  perspective OF COURSE the literal manifestation of greed would be  greedy. Leaving it empty like that was like chumming the water in front  of a shark. I sighed. "Alright. I'll keep it in mind. Just...try to warn  me how much time I have the next time I have to empty myself out. I'll  try to avoid it, but knowing how long I have until I turn into an idiot  would be helpful."

[Sure  thing kid. Sorry. Also don't know if I said it but nice work on the  building. My personal favorite move was buying up a residential area and  merging together huge blocks of buildings into one higher ranked super  building. But the painting thing was inspired. Very novel approach. Now I  believed you have a fat bottomed woman waiting upstairs. Go enjoy  yourself.]

I  laughed at the description. "Fair enough man, you...do whatever it is  you do when we aren't talking." I paused. "Huh. I should really talk to  you more later on. I know you can't answer everything but I'm betting  you have plenty to share. Get some rest I guess." I was pretty sure  based on the infrequency of our chats it was difficult for Crassus to  talk to me so I wouldn't push for now. Still I was going to be keeping  an eye out for any other...mechanics, of the system. I was pretty sure  Crassus wasn't lying when he said we wanted the same thing, but I was  also pretty sure I didn't currently know what that thing actually was. I  didn't like not knowing things.

I  put the whole thing out of my head for now. I'd watch out for that, in  the meantime he was right, I had a redhead with a huge clappable ass to  fuck. I headed up to my room, stripping down as I walked. This was my  house so I didn't bother waiting until I got to my room, and once I was  through my door I tossed them to the side. All my annoyance and worry  washed away as I took in the beautiful lightly shimmering form of my  redhead. She was waiting for me, face down, ass up, just like I'd wanted  her.

I  climbed up on the bed, the shifting of the mattress drawing a low  whimper from her, and I scooted right up behind her. I put a hand on her  ass, stroking it softly, marveling at the soft elastic feeling of her  ass cheek. I dipped a finger down run it between the lips of her snatch.  She hissed at the contact, and I grinned at how wet she was. "Well now,  someone is feeling a bit needy, isn't she. Have you been feeling  neglected lately my viper? Has your lord and master not being bestowing  enough of his attention?"

She  moaned raggedly. "No master, this whore is a convenient hole for your  glorious cock, you owe me no attention use me or discard me as you see  fit. This worthless piece of meat would never deign to question your  wisdom." Her voice was raw and desperate, but leashed below a tight  layer of submission. She wanted me to fucking ruin her, but she would  accept anything I did. I shuddered in pleasure at the power I had over  her. No mark needed, I owned her fucking soul. I pressed the fat head of  my cock to her sopping pussy and shoved myself in.

I  didn't play with her, or eat her, or finger her. I didn't prepare her  or coddle her. I fucked her. I rutted into her pussy like a jackhammer,  and she was just barely wet enough to take it all. At first. But the  longer I used her the wetter she got. She was squealing, happy joyful  cries of ecstasy as I pounded her into the blanket. Fuck she felt good.  I'd needed this, needed some nice uncomplicated pussy. I picked up  speed. No holding back necessary, not manipulation, no payment, just a  willing pussy wrapped around me until it got my nut.

I  grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back hissing in her ear.  "Is this how you were hoping to be used?" She squealed with delight and  threw her hips back, smashing her pillowy G rank asscheeks into my hips  as we fucked. Whisper's pussy was unlike anything I'd ever been in. Not  because it was the tightest, or the softest, or the wettest, though it  was that last one, but because it was almost desperate to please me. I  could feel her insides scrambling to grip me to stroke me, to worship  me. I was her god, and she was praying with that pussy.

I  shoved a thumb up her asshole, twisting it around and getting it in  deep as my other fingers dug into a fat cheek, I yanked her back onto my  cock like I was throwing a bowling ball in reverse and her pussy came  alive like I was fucking a furnace. Whisper had cum at least eight times  so far. She was clenching and bucking and squealing on my dick, not  because I ordered her to but because she loved this, loved pleasing me,  loved belonging to me.

I  snarled down at the mark above her ass. "Fit me tighter." She did. "Get  wetter." She began to gush. "Ripple on my cock, work it right!" Her  pussy began to jerk and spasm in the perfect way. I shuddered. I  wouldn't do this with any other girl I owned, not like this, but Whisper  was my fucking property. I could do anything to her, and I was  reshaping her fucking cunt on my dick, turning her into my perfect sex  toy.

She  screamed in joy. "MORE MASTER, CHANGE ME MORE! MAKE ME PERFECT! MAKE ME  USEFUL TO YOUR PERFECT COCK!" I started giving her more orders, orders  her body shouldn't have been able to follow. Orders to get softer and  silkier, to taste better, to smell better. But Whisper was a creature of  fascination and desire. I'd made her that way, and I could make her  DIFFERENT. Her tits got fatter, her ass got jigglier, her hair got  longer and the color changed. She screamed on my dick in ecstasy as I  reshaped her to my every whim and the fucking orgasm brewing in my balls  began to roil like a fucking building storm.

The  most arousing part was that she KNEW. I could reshape her body but not  her mind. The BRAND was changing her, reshaping her, and she knew it,  could feel it happening, and she absolutely loved it. She felt so good,  so hot and willing and perfect on my cock that I knew this load would be  the thickest I'd ever painted her with. I moaned in pleasure and   slapped that fat ass, feeling the perfect feedback, the perfect crack,  the perfect give, the perfect jiggle and my balls got tighter. "Tell me  what you want Whisper. Tell me what to give you for becoming my fucking  perfect sex doll."

Her  eyes were wide and wild as she hissed over her shoulder, becoming  animated in a way I'd never seen before. "Give me what you gave that  Canary Whore master! Give me your seed, your heir. PUT A BABY IN ME!" I  was hesitant, but after all this...I couldn't deny her that. Besides,  what was one extra kid, I was freaking out about one anyway, might as  well give them a sibling.

I  jerked her up against me as we fucked. "You're going to lick an apology  our of Dinah's cunt. You don't insult the mother of my child." I  grabbed one of her now much fatter tits as I felt myself about to cum.  "Just like I won't allow them to insult you as you carry my baby."

Her  breath caught and I used the Brand to trigger all her erogenous zones  to orgasm at once. G ranked Whisper didn't pass out though, and I like  to think it only enhanced the feeling of the thickest load I'd ever shot  painting her insides as I impregnated her. I slumped down next to my  still screaming and twitching redhead and pulled her against me. I made a  mental promise. I was capping my baby mamas at two for now. This shit  was going to get out of hand soon.