The Great Debate

"The reason...ohhh! The reason cunts like me...hahhh! I exist to worship Him!" She cried out, a collective gasp coming from the audience. By the defaults I'd programmed in, every woman couldn't help but get turned on by the sight of another woman being dominated, couldn't help but feel her own arousal spike as she imagined herself in that position. Looking out at the audience, I saw that they were getting to work. Half of them were topless. Most of them were touching themselves. Most of the exceptions were those loving couples that so very considerately engaged in mutual masturbation, their arms crossed between the seats as they leaned back to try and bring each other off.

"You exist to worship Me." I shoved my cock inside of her, her dripping-wet insides accepting me easily, her tight walls squeezing down on my cock. With all the stimulation that had come before, it didn't take me long to come, squeezing down on her throat with one hand to pin her to the table while the other was on her stomach; she was so petite I could feel the head of my own cock under her skin every time I thrust into her. More than satisfied, I emptied my hot seed into her womb, letting it out in thick white strands, more than enough to fill her womb up; another benefit of this virtual reality, my orgasms didn't just feel better than the real world, they were a hell of a lot more impressive.

Sakura was panting, the rapid-fire orgasms I'd inflicted on her too much for her small body to have been able to comfortably handle, and after a beat, the head judge made her decision, "Sakura Saito of the Blue Team is unable to continue to debate. Round one goes to Lincoln Barker!"

This time the applause had some passion to it. The women in the audience were no longer just being polite, they were swept up in the event. Sure, it was because I'd programmed them that way, made each and every one of them the kind of fantasy submissive that got off on seeing themselves and other women humiliated and dominated. It still felt good to be on the receiving end of the praise.

Defeated, Sakura got on the floor, joining the twins, the three of them working together to lick my cock clean and get it ready for the next cunt, "Thank you for opening my eyes to the Truth, Master." She whispered with wet eyes as she got to work. What a good girl. I decided to reward her by returning the vibrator back inside of her, keeping it at a low setting so she wouldn't be too tempted to cum without my cock inside of her.

As the applause finally started to settle down, the head judge kept things moving along, "Now for round two. Representing the Blue Team is Sarah Wallace."

"If we truly were put on this Earth only to worship this alleged God, then I contend that this supreme deity did an awful job at designing us. If our only purpose is worship, what then is the purpose of free will? Why do our bodies grow old and die? What part of this God's design is it that cancer exists and afflicts the most vulnerable, least-deserving among us? Designed by an egomaniacal God? Hardly. There is a more logical answer. Evolution says that..."

As she continued her rambling, I was giving her body a good looking over. Definitely an 8. Average height, around 5'4 or so. Brown hair kept short in a pixie cut swept to the left to frame her cheek. Large brown eyes. Cute nose. Hundreds of years ago she could have been a movie star or model, but to me, she just came across as plain. Didn't help that she was wearing an over-sized grey cardigan over a simple black blouse without even a hint of cleavage and a high-waisted blue skirt. Not at all tantalizing! Nothing a bit of omnipotence couldn't fix though. As she continued her speech, my first move was to erase everything she had on except for the cardigan, the open garment just barely hiding her nipples. Her body was smooth and flawless, and I thought it could use a little something extra. First I added some piercings. Golden loops for her nipples, a stud for her navel. I finished for the moment with a thin chain connecting the nipple piercings.

"...and so I say to you, we are not the product of a God, made in his image. The real truth is much more amazing. We are all made of stars, an aspect of the universe that can in turn observe the universe. Our wills are our own, and so is our destiny." She finished with a look of smug satisfaction.

The silence hung in the air for a long moment, till the head judge realized that Sarah had finished. The judge pulled her fingers out of her pussy, cleared her throat, "Ah...two minutes to respond, Mr. Barker."

This time, I did get up from the couch, heading to the center of the stage, "Join me here for a bit, Miss Wallace. I'd like you to help me demonstrate something for yourself and those watching and listening."

Unsure of what I had planned, she warily came around to stand next to me. Up close and within arms reach, I appreciated just how sexy she was a bit more. She might not stand out in a world full of cuties, but she was still sexy with nice legs and dimpled cheeks. I removed her cardigan, leaving her with just the piercings and chain I'd just added, and saw that her ass had a lovely round heart shape to it, while her thighs had a nice little gap between them even with her legs closed.

"You think it makes more sense that evolution created you. Random chance. Natural selection. Correct?" I started my dialogue with her, slowly walking a circle around her.

"Yes. With the fossil record as evidence, the world's greatest scientific minds all agree that evolution is humanity's true history." She said with a bit of haughtiness, "If God did create us, why give us an appendix, a useless organ? It makes much more sense that in the past the organ helped us digest a more plant-based diet, functioning alongside a fully-developed caecum. The alternative is that God simply did a lousy, slapdash job. And if that's the case, why should we be compelled to worship such an imperfect creator, when there is no difference between Him and random chance?"

"Good point."

She looked extremely pleased with herself, not at all seeming to mind that her naked body was being seen by the world, not when she was winning. But I wasn't finished just yet. I paused the simulation, then went to work. This time things took longer than when I was rewriting history, if only because there were lots more decisions to make. In many ways, this was a much more dramatic change I was making.

Once time started flowing again, "Miss Wallace, what is the evolutionary function of your mouth?"

She took on a lecturing tone with me, "Well, primarily our mouths exist to suck cock, but they can also be used for speaking and eating."

"Suck cock? Could you explain a bit more just how evolution made your mouth well-suited to the task?"

"Certainly." She got down on her knees before me, began to nuzzle my cock, "First of all, women's lips are plump and full and soft." Indeed they were. Hers had about half-again the fullness that they'd had just a moment before, just a bit below that bee-stung bimbo look, "The inside of our mouths are warm and wet and soft." She put the head of my cock in her mouth, ran her tongue around the head teasingly, the fingers of her right hand rubbing on her panties as she did.

She pulled back, started to massage my cock in her left hand, "Our jaws can naturally unhinge in order to swallow even the largest cocks like yours, sir, and sluts like me can hold our breaths for twenty minutes or more, so you can keep your cock buried all the way inside as long as you like." She demonstrated, swallowing up every inch of my cock till her nose was buried in my thick pubic bush. Her throat was bulging out, her eyes were fluttering. Designed for it or not, the new cock I'd given myself wasn't making things easy for her. I gripped the back of her head, gave her a few pumps to test the feel of her mouth and throat, then let her come up for air.

"Hah...hah...would you like a further demonstration, sir...?" She asked, looking up at me from her knees.

"Maybe later. For now, tell me what the purpose of your cunt is. What was it designed for?"

Without needing any direction, she turned her back to me, pushed her face to the floor, then raised up her hips and wiggled her ass in my direction, "My cunt is designed for your pleasure, sir." She said as she reached back and spread open her dripping wet pussy for me. She was hairless and smooth with a bright, colorful pink color, and when I thrust inside of her, she proved to be on a whole other level from Sakura, her velvet walls somehow even tighter and hotter, "Ahhn~ My...my pussy was made to please you. My walls are elastic enough to stretch, so even a big, manly, powerful cock like yours can fit inside. All of my...ohhh...all of my muscles are there to support me so I can milk you."

She really was. It felt like her pussy was sucking me in, squeezing down, trying to pull me into her womb; it felt fucking amazing, "My pussy exists to serve you, sir. All I want is to feel your hot cum in my womb." If I thought she was good before, what she did next took it to the next level, twerking her hips with my cock still buried deep inside of her, layering on another level of stimulation while making her extra bubbly ass jiggle right under me.

I gave her ass a smack, "What about this ass of yours?"

"It exists to be punished by you, sir! Spank me, tease me, please, let me please you...!" She panted, the pleasure she was feeling blanking out her mind.

I'd already done a number on the mental behaviors of the women in this world, and I'd done plenty to ensure that only the hottest girls inhabited it. But this was a step further. Sarah's body and that of every other girl on the planet had been remade, optimized to please me, making them all into living sextoys. And while I was at it, I'd done a bit of remodeling on myself, equipping a cock the size of my forearm. Before it might have been lethal to use it on one of these women, but now...

I grabbed her hips, made her take every inch inside of her. I could feel her womb opening up for me, feel the head of my cock pushing against her insides, stretching her out, forcing it to fit. I could see the bulge on her stomach come and go with each thrust. She was a perfect cocksleeve now.

She and every other woman on the planet. I'd modified them all, optimized them for sex. Gone was the appendix and most of the other internal organs, replaced with a far more efficient and clean digestive system and the like. Not only could her jaw unhinge, but her hips too if the insertion was big enough, every body made elastic enough to stretch like rubber around a cock. Fuller breasts, cuter faces, an end to all hair below the neck--a personal preference, that--and a hundred other little touchups that made her and everyone else in intelligently designed cocksleeves.

"What about your tits?" I grabbed them and squeezed, enjoying the handful of flesh.

"They're main...pfhuaa...!!! Main...purpose is to please you. Squeeze them. Crush them. Fuck them. Suck them...use them however you see fit." She answered feverishly, the eager slut bouncing her ass back against me with every thrust, some hot milk flowing over my fingers. Ah, I'd added lactation to every girl with a C-cup or more. Extra sweet and tasty too.

"One more question. Why do you exist?" I asked as I sped up, pulling on her hips with every thrust, squeezing down tight on her as I felt myself about to cut loose.

"I exist for you! To please you, to serve you! Women exist only to worship you, sir! Master! Oh fuck...Master...I...Master...!!!" Her mind snapped, and that was enough to push me over the edge. This orgasm was nothing like the first. I didn't just fill her womb with my cum, I inflated it, leaving a round bump on her belly as I pulled out, a thick off-white puddle on the stage floor flowing from between her legs. Even after all that, I still had enough left over to cum all over her face with three long ropey strands of cum, the hot ooze sliding down to her chest.

"Sarah Wallace of the Blue Team is unable to continue to debate. Round two goes to Lincoln Barker!"

There wasn't applause this time. There was mayhem. The cries of every woman in the building reaching climax at the same time while screaming like the fangirls at a Beatles concert. Their new bodies were aching for my cum, for a chance to serve me, and the erotic display had primed each and every one of them. When the crowd refused to settle down on its own, the head judge tried to quiet things down, "Please, everyone. Remain in your seats. The competition is not yet over. Please, remain in your seats and quiet down. Please, you must respect--"

"All of you, shut your mouths and sit still." After I was satisfied for the moment with their adulation, I stepped in. There was a collective whimper from the crowd, but they obeyed. Every eye was wet and glassy, locked onto me. They'd stay that way till I gave them the attention they needed. Stay that way forever if I didn't. But as much as I was looking forward to the post-competition orgy, there was one last bit of foreplay to take care of.

"Now for the third and final round." The rounds, the competition...the whole format was a farce. Each of these girls was a lamb being led to the slaughter. Sacrifices, "Representing the Blue Team is Holly Russel."

The best for last. While Sakura might have been Cute, a petite doll and Sarah a Beautiful feminine ideal, Holly was just my type. Fucking Sexy. Dressed in golden chains, jewelry, and silks, she looked like an opulent slavegirl belonging in the harem of a sultan, not a competitor within a modern debate hall. Her curves were divine, each breast resisting mightily the pull of gravity as they strained against her silk top. Her hips were wide and inviting, the fold of her thighs fully visible, her sex hidden behind a narrow, flimsy bit of cloth. Her hair was long, flowing down to the small of her back, and had an electric blue color I'd picked on a whim, shining with an unnatural luster. Each of the girls in the debate had been meant to appeal to a different part of me, but Holly's design was speaking to me on the most primal level.

Her lips were light-purple, her eyes large with thick eyelashes and even thicker eyeliner, and the way she licked her lips was getting me hard again already. Rather than give her monologue, she surprised me. She got up from her seat and walked right towards me. It made sense; oblivious or not, after the things I'd done, any fool could see that there wasn't any hope of winning. Better to surrender now in the hopes that I'd plow her pussy like I'd done the first two.

Standing next to me, she only came up to my shoulder, not much taller than Sakura. Didn't help that she was barefoot. She looked up at me, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say there was a bit of mischief in her smile.

"Well?" I hooked my finger into the flimsy silk top. A slight tug all that was needed for her breasts to spring free, falling down her chest. I took a big handful, savored the feeling of her flesh being too much for just one hand to hold. It made her eyes tighten, her nostrils lightly flare as she sucked in a deep breath, "What's your argument?"

"I've not one, sir." She said breathily in a voice that was dripping with sex and submissiveness, "You've convinced me. God exists. We exist to worship Him. And...You are God. I exist only to worship You."

"Good girl." I rewarded her with a kiss. Her mouth was warm and sweet as a berry, and she yielded to the kiss, melting against me.

When I broke the kiss, she let her head rest against my chest, "Sir...I've just one question though. It seems clear to me that you created this world, or at the very least control it completely. That's fair to say, yes?"

I indulged her curiosity, "You could say that."

"Then..." She tilted her head up, looked at me with that slightly crooked smile of hers, "I've always wondered, ever since I was a little girl in church. If God created the universe, then...who created You, Sir?"

"Put those tits to use, and I'll explain it the best I can," I said as I took a seat back on the couch once more. The rest of the debators crowded in close, the twins, Sakura, and Sarah all looking on jealously as Holly kneeled at my feet, heaved her heavy naked chest into my lap, wrapped her magnificent breasts around my cock, then went to work, sliding her breasts up and down my length, licking the head of my cock each time it popped free of her cleavage.

"I'm from a world a lot like this one. I'm actually a lot like all of you, other than being pure 100% alpha male. But I was born in the future. Technology has gotten pretty wild. Moore's Law never stopped, and in time, we were able to make virtual worlds that got everything down to the finest detail. Made everything as real as could be." The feeling of bliss from her titjob definitely felt genuine, "At first it was just for research. Then a luxury for the rich. But these days, even a schmuck like me can afford my own Simulation just by dipping into my savings. So to answer your question, unlike you, I was born the old-fashioned way, back in the real world."

Even as she kept her pace, she was able to keep going with steady breathing; a body designed for sex wouldn't tire itself out from a single titjob, no matter how big her breasts were, "Amazing, Master. But...how do You know that to be the Truth?"

"Pardon?" Now she had me curious.

"My mother...my father...I remember them. I remember my childhood. The world has become strange, and I don't understand much of it any longer...but even if You tell me that I am Your creation, I have my own life and memories that would convince me otherwise. It's only Your divine revelation that makes it impossible to deny the Truth. But if I'd been asked yesterday about Your existence, I would have flatly denied it." She said as her shoulders shifted up and down as she poured her whole body into bouncing her breasts along my shaft.

"Your point?"

"Master, my God...how do You know the same isn't true for Yourself? How do You know that You can trust Your memories, even though everyone else in this world cannot? If it truly is possible for simulations like this to exist, and if they are so common that Gods like You can afford them purely for leisure...wouldn't that mean the odds of You being part of another simulation is much higher than existing in the 'real' world? You might have been created within this simulation to act out Your role...or Your real world might be a more advanced, more serious Simulation itself. "

Me? A simulation like these mere programs? Ridiculous. I'd know if that were the case. I wasn't like these pawns. No one was pulling my strings.

...but as I mulled the matter over, I couldn't think of a surefire way to refute her point. I could try leaving the simulation, but that'd only eliminate the possibility that I'd been created by it, not the possibility of a higher level simulation that had created my world. Or wait...if I tried to leave the simulation, it could simulate the Immersion Pod my real body was sleeping inside of. It could Simulate my home. Or convince me that it was my home.

The more I thought about it the more disturbed I was becoming.

"Master...?" All the while, Holly was doing her best to get me to paint her tits white. Looking down at her I could see that even if she had a sharp mind and a mischevious soul, the commands I'd given, the way I'd shaped this world, the God I'd become...all of these things were too much for her. She was as loyal and submissive as every other woman on this planet.

I wasn't going to waste this. There was no point in setting up this whole event if I was just going to get stuck in some existential conundrum. So I did what I always did when I had a question I needed an answer to: I asked the computer.