The Long Dark Four-Way of the Soul

by Alden Odessa

  “Get over here,” I said to the two of them. They both got up and got to their knees right beside April and I. I couldn’t stop looking at Emily’s soft and creamy tits, and I thought about pulling out of April and coming on them, but I wanted more. I wanted it dirtier. I wanted to show these bitches who they were fucking with.

  I continued fucking April for a few more pumps until I was about to come. I then pulled out and with my right hand pushed April away, and she slipped off the shitty bed and onto the floor. I was in full control now, and my dominance knew no bounds at this very moment.

  I was gripping my thick cock tightly with my left hand and, after throwing April off the bed, took my right hand and grabbed Emily by the hair on the back of her head. I rammed her face down to my dick, and she let out a grunt of surprise and maybe a little pain from me grabbing her hair.

  I took my dick and forced it into her mouth as I began to come. I shot stream after stream of come into her mouth as she tried to keep up with it. I could feel her trying to back away from my dick, but I held her in place. She wasn’t fighting me; she just wasn’t ready for this much come to be shooting down her throat.

  I continued to thrust my dick forward, and I came harder and harder until I shivered out my last few drops of seamen. When I was done I pulled out my dick, and she was thankful for the fresh air, she then started laughing.

  “Wow, that was a lot of come!” she said, wiping her face.

  “Greedy bitch!” Stephanie said, playfully. “There’s gotta be some more in there for me!” She got close to me and then dove her head to my crotch. She grabbed the base of my dick and put her mouth on the head. She milked my cock forward, trying to get any last bits of sperm out of me.

  She took her mouth off of me and then aggressively jerked on my sensitive post-come dick. She looked up at me. “What do I have to do to get some more come out of you?”

  Stephanie was a freaking star I swear!

  “Do you wanna put it in my ass? I’ll let you go ass to mouth, I just need this come.”

  The thing that impressed me most about this statement was just how earnest it was. She actually needed to eat my sperm here, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do that or not. I know that the old me wouldn’t be able to do such a thing, but Buster, Buster was a little bit of a different story.

  Before my post-orgasm brain had time to think about what I had just done—the forceful way I had treated April and Emily—Stephanie started to get me back to full dick strength. She put her mouth on my dick and kept jerking it, and although it was sensitive and a little sore, it felt good. A little pain with my pleasure. I think I was going to be able to do this.

  Next thing I knew I was back in full swing.

  No thoughts.

  No remorse.

  Nothing except that which I was.

  Buster Rockknocker.

  25

  Windfall

  I don’t remember falling asleep, but I woke up alone.

  For once I feel confident I am not dreaming. If I was dreaming, I was dreaming of The Side Light Motel, room three. I would like to think that my mind would come up with a better setting.

  I know I’ve been dreaming, ever since I got here, I’ve been dreaming of things, horrible things and things not so bad, but always they were shocking. I kept waking up in a panic, in fear, but never able to remember the dream. Only that I had dreamt. I didn’t feel that this time.

  No, this was real. My dick was actually sore. Two rounds with three women had taken its toll but provided me with a deep, deep sleep. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, and I don’t know where everyone is. Luckily these walls aren’t thick, and I could hear people talking in the other room; room four.

  I reach over and touch my wrist. It had been a while since I checked my stats, I needed to see where they were at. My side didn’t hurt as much as they did this morning. Which meant I was healing even though I wasn’t taking it easy.

  H: 71 $: 367 BR: 78 T: 73 DOM: 88 PRW: 90 ST: 10

  Holy fuck! There’s a lot to think about here. First and foremost, how the fuck did I get that kind of money? When I fell asleep I had nothing at all like that, I didn’t check, but I knew the girls hadn’t really been working, or at least there had been little clientele. Did something happen while I was asleep? Did a bus of horny tourists get dropped off right in front of The Side Light? How did this happen?

  I immediately got up and looked for my clothes. I had taken them off by the bathroom before taking a shower. I walked over and grabbed them. I needed to see how this happened and even though nudity wasn’t an issue between the group; I didn’t feel the need to address the room naked.

  I thought briefly about the other stats. It appeared as though everything was up. It looked like DOMINANCE and PROWESS both took significant steps forward. Like massive jumps. Although TRUST lagged a little behind, it had raised, but not as much as the others and I could piece that together, probably because of my increase in BRAINS.

  The four-way, I had been dominant. Very dominant, I bent their wills to my wants. Not my needs this time, but my wants. I made the girls do what I wanted them to do; I made them serve me. Not only that, but I had brought in three new girls, and some new support staff.

  My other theory on my stats it how I treated April. I saw the look on her face when I threw her off the bed. I could almost feel her eyes on me as I forced Emily to take my load in her mouth. How I had clung to her hair and not let her back away.

  I knew how those girls were; there was a reason I wanted to fuck Stephanie and Emily beside their looks. I knew I could do anything to these girls. They were up for it. I knew I couldn’t do that to April, but did April know I knew that? She had only been a spectator during my second go around with Emily and Stephanie; she didn’t get involved. Instead, April went back to the way she had been previously, coy and demurred. She then watched me continue to abuse Emily and Stephanie, bending them to my every will. I knew what I was doing. I was showing dominance over my harem.

  April had started to get comfortable, maybe thinking she was special as if I was hers and I was this sweet and kind individual. It’s okay she felt that. She wasn’t working; she wasn’t out on the street. These other girls, they needed to know who their master was, and I showed them both with a good deep-dicking.

  To their credit, they loved it. There wasn’t anything happening against their will, and they knew what the job entailed. April was still new to this and seeing me this way caused her to lose some of the trust she had in me.

  I’m coming to learn that I really can’t get too caught up in one girl’s feelings. I had a job to do, and April would have to toe the line, so to speak. She would have to accept this power structure, or she would have to leave. I’ve spent way too much of the last two days thinking about how she was feeling. I had mouths to feed.

  Speaking of which, I needed to figure out how I had gained this money. I bent down and laced up my dress shoes and went to the door to go into room four.

  Somehow there was a massive spread of food in front of me. I had no idea how it got there or where it came from. I still didn’t even know where the money to pay for it all came from.

  They were all eating, and the new girls were cleaned up. I would take a better look at them as soon as I got some answers. They were laughing and having a good time, and they all seemed happy to see me. In fact, they all cheered as I walked through the door.

  I smiled and said in shock: “Where the hell did this all come from?”

  They all looked to Bogo, who was sitting on the edge of one of the beds because the chairs were too small for him.

  “Bogo have money,” is all he said. That’s right, I completely forgot about the fact he had had money when I hired him. I told him not to use it; I didn’t need it. But I did, and somehow he knew that. He went out of his way at some point here and got everybody food, and the new girls were even wearing clothes, not nice clothes, but clothes nonetheless.

  “Serious
ly Bogo, you did this?”

  “I hope it’s okay, boss,” he said.

  I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “Bogo, it is amazing that you did this for us and I will pay you back tenfold. I promise.”

  “I know, Boss. You are good man,” he said.

  No. No, I wasn’t. I was not a good man. I was forcing women to have sex for money. I was forcing women to have sex with me with the implication that if they didn’t bad things would happen to them. I was not a good man, Bogo was a good man. I was playing with these people’s lives. They didn’t know they were simulations, but I did, and I was moving them around like pawns on a chessboard.

  “Bogo,” I said to him, looking him into the eyes, “you are a good man.”

  I looked around the room and noticed a few people missing. Stephanie and Emily were not there as well as Ricky and Kyle, but Katie was. She was cleaned up and dressed. She looked happy, comfortable. I was guessing that this was the first time she had felt that way in a while.

  Betty pulled me aside and explained all that had transpired throughout the last few hours while I had been asleep and/or fucking.

  Bogo, Betty and Kyle and Courtney had all gone to the market and the general store; they needed food and Bogo had volunteered all that he had to help us out. So they bought a good supply of food and also some supplies for The Show-Tel, assuming it needed to be cleaned up.

  Betty prefaced all of this by saying “I hope you’re not mad at me.” Thinking that I might get angry with her for taking the initiative. I was doing a shitty job with everything except having sex with my harem, so someone else taking on a lot of the responsibilities only made me feel guilty, not angry.

  After they got back, she made sure that everyone got something to eat. Kyle had parted with them at the market and went to The Show-Tel to get Katie and bring her back to get cleaned up. After that, Kyle left with Augustus and Beatrice to do some remodeling at that location. So Kyle, Ricky, and the two new cleaning ladies were all back at The Show-Tel, and the two new girls were here and ready to be auditioned if needed.

  “They need a break for a night, especially Allie,” I said. Allie may actually need a few days off, depending on how quickly her leg healed. I know I had seen some gimpy hookers down here, but it wasn’t the reputation I wanted to have. Not yet, anyway.

  In addition to all the food, Betty informed me that she got (with Bogo’s money) another room, so we now also had room six. Bogo volunteered to take that room so he could be close to the girl's room, or the “working” room as they called it.

  All-in-all I was pretty happy with what my team had accomplished without my help. It made me feel like maybe I had been micromanaging previously. I would have to stop that, as my enterprise grew, it would be good to know that I could farm out some jobs to other people, the problem was, how quickly was I going to be able to scale this enterprise up?

  I needed information, and the people that could give me the information was Ricky and Kyle, who were both over at the other location, but maybe Katie and Allie would be a useful source. Katie seemed to at least be somewhat on the ball. So far all I had done was hear Allie scream, so I don’t know how much help she’ll be.

  I need to find out just how much trouble I’m in with this Balderson guy, and how much trouble he would be.

  I learned that Stephanie and Emily were getting cleaned up for tonight, which we hadn’t really talked about yet, they just knew that they were working a private party. It would take some getting used to, but I now had several people and two different locations to manage, so I had to figure out how to do all of that. Plus expand.

  I wasn’t sure if I should grow quickly, or to stay at an even keel for a day or two, get the hang of things. I had done a lot in the short period of time we had been down here. Say what you will about the game, it moves like one. There're no breaks in the storyline. It’s non-stop, but it’s not always exciting, I hadn’t played a lot of games that required you to clean a fucking toilet. Or rather hire someone to do it.

  Doing Laundry Online... Coming soon. It didn’t sound like it would sell well!

  Speaking of doing laundry, I needed to get a good look at Katie, Allie, and Casey. I told Betty to get them all ready in room five, and I would look them over.

  “Will you be auditioning them?”

  “Not tonight,” I said. “Let them get used to their surroundings. I just need some information from Katie and Allie.” I also needed to learn anything I could about Casey. “How is Casey acclimating?”

  “Surprisingly good, she’s very thankful that you found her, but she’s a little weirded out. Nothing like April was, but still confused as to why she is here.”

  “Here with us?”

  “Here, like alive.”

  “Good, more existentially problematic prostitutes, if I could figure out a way to market that I’d be in the tall grass.”

  “That’s not an expression I’m familiar with.”

  “It means... Fuck, I don’t know. It means something good that’s all I know.” She smiled at me and went off to get the girls into the room.

  I caught April out of the corner of my eye; she was sitting quietly on the side of one of the beds, eating a banana. I walked over to her.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” she said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Things—” I realized I had not planned what I would say before I said it. I didn’t even really know what I was trying to say. “—got a little out of control.”

  “In room three?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  In real life, the life I came from, the one I’m trying to get back to. Frequently women spoke in a manner where they would say one thing, mean another, and in the end, you had no idea what they meant or how they actually felt.

  In that aspect, the programming of this game was fucking spot on.

  Why did I care? I needed to get past this whole thing I was doing where I cared about my girl's feelings, about their needs and wants. I was in charge, and I should start thinking about the group instead of thinking about the individuals. It was highly likely that spending this much time around all of these women was turning me into a bitch. So I said okay and moved on and went to talk to the other girls about Balderson.

  26

  Background Information

  “How are you feeling?” I asked Allie, who was cleaned up and lying on the bed. Injured leg extended out on the bed. She had new color, she seemed energetic, and the pain seemed minimal if at all.

  “You saved my life. Thank you,” she said.

  “No big deal,” I replied.

  “Actually, kind of a big deal. I don’t think Albert would have taken me to the doctor, he certainly never bought me clothes and let me take a bath.”

  Sometimes it was nice to be reminded that I was a nicer pimp than most the other pimps, which is one of the strangest things I’ve ever had to think in my life. I didn’t get into this for the pimping, but at least I was pretty good at it.

  I looked at both of them. They were both laying on separate beds. “I need to know everything you can tell me about Balderson.”

  “I don’t know much about him in particular, we just know his men,” Katie said.

  “And?” I asked.

  “They’re assholes, and drug addicts, that’s it. They liked to beat on us and put guns to our head while we sucked their dick.”

  Lovely.

  “They’re mean,” added Allie. “You never knew what they would do to you, but Albert made us serve them.”

  “Do you have any idea where they came from?”

  “What do you mean?” Katie asked.

  “What part of town?”

  “The Corner,” she said. “Also a lot of them were living in The North Night too.”

  This reminded me of something Courtney had said the morning after Bruce beat the shit out of me. She had said things in The North Night were getting worse and she didn’
t want to go back.

  Betty had once told me that The North Night was where most of the girls that worked in The Lower Bottoms lived. She had made little reference to its quality, other than she made it sound like they didn’t shit where they ate. So there was no prostitution over there, so it checked out that those men would be coming over from there to here to get a little tail.

  According to Courtney, or at least reading between the lines in addition to what these girls were saying, it seemed like Balderson had moved his enterprise from The Corner to The North Night, and was expanding into The Landing. This is where he ran into Albert and now me.

  I spoke with the girls some more and realized that Balderson’s entire operation was drugs; he had no women; he was running drugs throughout The Lower Bottoms, and it was his only thing he did. He did not have a prostitution ring.

  The first thing that came into my head, the first thought, backed up my theory that he was a gamer. He was using a different strategy than I was, instead of running the city by way of a harem, he planned on taking it over by running and manufacturing drugs. Sound strategy if you asked me, but not how I would do it. If I were going to be stuck in this game, I’d just assume to get laid every now and again. The best way to do that would be to have a bevy of women around you.

  The second thought I had stemmed after my last thought and debunked my theory about him being a gamer. The only rules to this game where this: Build a harem. Run the town. Win the game. It said nothing about running drugs. Was this a side mission, or was it another strategy? Did he spawn in a different place than I did, try to win the game the right way but lost all of his money in a similar fashion to myself.

  There is no way of figuring out how many different tangents this game went into. There were probably hundreds, thousands, millions of ways the game could be played, based on choices you made in the game.