Control

So here I had Duane. For some strange reason, some of you actually wanted to know what happened to this idiot while he was in my custody. Well, he faired okay, but only by my own force of will. This guy is the definition of scumbag. Plus, he's the dumbest smart guy ever.

"You like her don't you?"

"Shut up, Duane, " I ordered. I looked up from my reading to see how She was faring. I'm started to actually regret sending Zara. She'd come a long way since I last remembered her. No more simlpe tricks. She might have actually killed Her. I should have know that a Goddess couldn't be defeated, however. Zara, though she did well, was out of her league, just as I was.

"You do, though, right? I mean, I put two and two together when I kept losing control of Blogger. It was apparent that her feeling for you was very primal. She doesn't love you, you know. It's purely sexual."

"It's a wonder that you survived this long, Duane. You have to be the luckiest man on the planet. If you'd done that to me, you probably wouldn't be here right now. I'd keep your mouth shut before something bad happens," I told him matter-of-factly.

"This is about control, dear. She has it, you don't."

I appeared in front of him topless. I let my breasts pass in front of his face as I spoke.

"Do you really think control is only in the hands of the strongest? You understand very little, Duane. You know nothing of power. Unlike me, you are the powerless."

My nipple hovered mere inches from his lips. I could smell is disgusting sweat and feel his panting against my skin. His body shook.

"You never had her, Duane. You never will. She and I are so much more than you. You are weak and small."

I increased my skin's temperature drastically. As my skin started glowing Duane panicked. The heat became unbearable for him and he flattened himself against the wall in an attempt to get away from me. Despite the pain, he couldn't contain himself. I stood over him as he fell to one side and curled into a ball on the floor.

"So very, very small," I said.

Like I said, he made it out fine. Gave him a slight tan, but nothing he can't recover from. When Blogger came to get him, though... Well, that was fun. Too much fun.

Some of you don't approve. That's too bad. I'm tired of taking in criminals to allow the justice system to fail once again and let them out into the streets. I should have killed him myself, but watching her do it...well...She's more creative.

I untied him and told him he was free to leave, if thinks he can. I giggled as his eyes darted about the room, yet he remained still.

"This is control. A lesson I'm sure you won't soon forget."

I think my point was made. I'll let Her fill you in on the rest. Let's just say, I was dressed for the occasion when She showed up.