[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 46%.]
The notification appeared in the corner of my vision, a digital confirmation that my suspicions were correct.
Delilah nodded, slowly and resignedly, like someone who knew they were cornered. I began interrogating her, question after question forcing her to reveal the rotten scheme she’d plotted behind my back.
It turned out, on the very same night I’d placed the [Slave’s Collar] around her neck, at a moment when she should have been completely subdued, she had still managed to send a secret message to Gwenneth. She had described everything I had done to her and to Angeline.
I felt a mix of grudging admiration and fury. My decision to command her—"if you harbor even the slightest malicious intent to harm me, don’t do it!"—had been the right move. Even though the [Slave’s Collar] prevented her from raising a hand against me directly, she could still manipulate others to be her weapons.
I forced her to reveal the contents of those messages in detail. Every word, every sentence. And that’s where a deep sense of offense washed over me. In her messages, she had told Gwenneth to "kill a monster like me."
[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 51%.]
My dominance percentage skyrocketed. Apparently, exposing this betrayal had plunged her into utter despair. She was now completely resigned, left only to wait for Gwenneth to come and save her and Angeline from my clutches.
I yanked her hair roughly, forcing her to look directly into my eyes.
"I’m offended, Mom," I hissed, feigning a hurt tone. "And here I thought all I was doing was giving you and my sister pleasure. I only wanted our whole family to experience the same thing. So we could become... closer. A truly intimate family."
Delilah, pushed to the brink, shuddered. She groaned, and from between her trembling lips spilled words full of hatred and disgust.
"You are truly sick, Adam. Deranged. Insane."
I smiled, a cold, merciless smile. "You’re the one who made me this way, Mom," I accused, twisting everything. "You’re the one who neglected me and allowed Gwenneth and Angeline with all their past insults and torment. You planted the seed, now take responsibility for the fruit you’ve harvested."
Then, suspecting this wasn’t the end of it, I pressed further. "Now, answer me. Is there anything else? Something else you’ve done, or that Gwenneth has done, to hurt me?"
Delilah was silent for a moment, her breath catching. Her dull eyes darted around the room before finally settling and pointing towards a corner.
"The flowers... those," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "The bouquet of Lilies Gwen sent... in the vase on the table."
She knew it was a gift from Gwenneth, but it was Angeline who had received it and placed it there, so she did nothing.
I released her and walked over to the table. There stood a crystal vase with an arrangement of fresh, pristine white Casablanca Lilies. I picked it up, examining it carefully. Among the beautiful petals and green stems, my eyes finally found it.
Hidden expertly within the floral sheath and leaves was an almost invisible micro camera lens.
So, this was Gwenneth’s eye. This was how she was witnessing all the pleasure I was bestowing upon her mother and little sister. A cold smile finally spread across my lips.
"Alright then, since it’s come to this," I muttered to myself while staring at the hidden camera. "If Gwenneth wanted a show, then I would give her the greatest performance she had ever seen in her life."
I walked back over to Delilah, who still sat limply on the floor. I crouched down, meeting her despair-filled eyes.
"Listen, Mom," I said in a low voice, pretending reluctance. "I really didn’t want to do this... but for a proper show, I suppose I must."
I saw her body tremble, already imagining what horrific command I was about to give.
"Now, listen very carefully," I hissed into her ear, making sure every word was seared into her mind. "I want you to act like the most lecherous, most shameless housewife. A bitch starving for her own stepson’s cock. Every inch of you should scream that desire."
I continued, vulgarly detailing every aspect.
"From now on, forget all your pride. Your gaze should be full of lust, always glancing at my crotch like a thirsty whore. Every time you look at me, stick your tongue out a little, lick your dry lips, and grope your own body, your breasts, your thighs, even that itchy cunt of yours, as if you can’t bear waiting for my touch."
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"Use dirty words. Beg. Tell me how much you want my cock to wreck your womb, how much you want me to come inside you until you overflow. Seduce me. Call yourself the ’slutty Mommy’ who lives only for her stepson’s satisfaction. And do all of that with the most pleading and tempting expression and attitude, like a lonely prostitute willing to do anything to be filled."
[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 55%]
Even before I finished my last sentence, the notification appeared. My control over her soul was tightening its grip.
And instantly, as if a switch had been flipped, a drastic change came over Delilah. Her expression of fear and despair melted away, replaced by a coquettish smile and a gaze glittering with lust. She let out a long moan, arching her body in a deliberately seductive manner, her hands brazenly groping her own breasts through her clothes.
"Oh, Adam... Darling..." she whined, her voice suddenly becoming husky and breathy. "Mommy can’t take it anymore... Look, Mommy is already wet just thinking about your big cock."
She crawled closer to me, her eyes locked on my groin. "Please, Son... Mommy needs it. Mom wants to feel her strong son wreck her lonely mommy’s pussy."
Her hands reached for my pants, trying to undo the button with a feigned tremble. "Give it to Mommy... Mommy will be your most obedient, most diligent stepmother, the one who works hardest to please you."
I pulled away slightly, playing hard to get. "I don’t know, Mom. You just called me a monster."
"Oh, no, Darling!" she protested, clutching my leg and rubbing her face against my thigh. "Mommy lied. Mommy was just too ashamed to admit how much she wants you! Look at me—I’m like a whore who hasn’t been touched in years! Put it in, Son. Rape your slutty Mommy! Command me to spread wide and take all your hot seed!"
She even started unbuttoning her blouse, exposing part of her breasts, her eyes pleading. "I command you as your mommy, Adam! Fill me with your seed! Get me pregnant! Make Mommy forget everything except your big cock!"
The transformation was total and nauseating.
But deep within her heart, behind all this forced acting, I could feel it—a silent scream, burning shame, and a hatred that never truly died. She was in there, trapped inside her own body.
[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 19 (+1)]
[Your Dominance over Delilah Increases to 59%]