Theo had decided to give me some space at work again. No showing up in my office to force me to crawl under my own desk and suck him off - just him at work in his office, me at work in mine.
It wasn't literally that simple. He wasn't the sort of man to just leave me to my own devices, even when he had decided I needed to - could? - work again. He texted me throughout the work day, and I had to read the texts and reply to them.
They were lewd, naturally. There didn't seem to be a romantic bone in Theo's body, but it didn't matter. He could tell me my tits were amazing, could compliment my blowjob skills, could say how hot I looked in that dress - and my pussy would just weep to the words, oozing all over my panties as I sat in my chair, struggling to concentrate.
My responses were stumbling at first, but I got into a rhythm soon enough.
What helped was thinking through what he thought he was doing to me. While I harbored enough doubts to not just try to kill Theo, I really didn't have that many left. How did this work? What was supposed to happen?
Presumably, it worked something like this: I was meant to do whatever he ordered, but it just felt like my own decisions. Then, I would get incredibly horny as he smacked me around, degraded me, fucked me, used me - and even thinking that got my clit pulsing in my panties - and come to imagine that I was just naturally like this, a masochistic submissive who was ludicrously sexually compatible with Theo. Like Penny, except I got to play at being his girlfriend (and future wife), even though I was actually his slave, just like her.
So, as I responded to his texts, I tried to imagine myself if he had tricked me. He'd come close, honestly. If I needed to sleep, and thus hadn't end up stuck under him for hours and hours, I might never have figured out something was wrong.
God, feeling those fat tits of yours around my cock is just the best, Darla. Is it good for you, too?
What would Dr. Darla Nabel, CEO of Empyreal, socially awkward geek, say in response to a question like that if she didn't know the man writing it was a sex criminal? Obviously, she would think that it was good for her, but like plenty of women, I'd taken a while to fully come to terms with my own sexuality, and that process would have restarted now that I was roleplaying as Theo's slave girl and secretary and housewife and whatever other thoughts popped into his brain as something sexy.
It felt really good, Theo.
I've done it before, but it wasn't this good before.
It's just something about you, I guess?
Why not just give up and act like this? You could just actually try to forget he's mind controlling you, actually be this horny little masochistic submissive and girlfriend. It wouldn't even be that hard. It's not like you had a boyfriend he's tearing you away from. It's not like you had anything better to do.
Were those thoughts actually mine? Some element of the mind control? Just the sort of intrusive rationalization that comes from knowing you're absolutely fucked and stuck in a situation you can't get out of, like a conscript deciding the war really was worth it, because what the hell else was he supposed to do?
I didn't have too much time to contemplate the details anyway.
Yeah, I have that effect on women. :)
Grace and Penny are the same way.
How did you like giving me a double titfuck with Penny, by the way?
He wanted to completely crush my ego, that much was obvious. He wanted to grind me underneath his boot and make me explain that, yes, sex with him was better than any other guy, even when what I was doing was mashing my tits into another woman's around his cock. Even though he'd never eaten me out one single time. He wanted me to say all those things so that I would internalize them, so that it would become part of my identity that I was the sort of woman who did those things and enjoyed them, so that he could do them to me more and more.
It was hard to tell where my spiralling thoughts transmuted from fear to arousal and back again. The two were by this point a soup that sapped higher thoughts whenever I was stuck thinking things like this through.
I enjoyed it.
I'm not gay, but if you want to keep fucking Penny and I together, I think that'd be fun.
The fucked up thing is that, despite being absolutely straight - well, I honestly got horny to the thought of sharing Theo in a threesome with Penny. It wasn't even the idea of using her as ablative armor any more. It was humiliating to be forced into threesome after threesome, and by extension, my body's response was to spike its arousal to the point that I was left fidgeting in my seat.
Good to hear. I'm absolutely gonna take you up on that offer. :)
I breathed, my whole body trembling as I simply exhaled. I put the phone down and tried to concentrate on my work, and luckily, Theo didn't text me again for over an hour - though, when he did, it wasn't just to reminisce on threesomes with Penny.
Take off your shirt, and your bra, and take a selfie.
I want to see the CEO's fat tits while she's at work.
I had no choice. Literally: my body simply obeyed the commands, and the momentary screaming inside of my head that I shouldn't was quickly abandoned. I had the presence of mind to fold up my shirt on my desk, but that was it. Luckily, I'd had the foresight to lock my door, though my concern at the time had been surprise visits by Theo, not being forced to strip in my office.
I held up my phone to the air. My face was burning hot with embarrassment as I stared up into the camera, my lips awkwardly curling up in a smile that looked plastic to me but hopefully would pass his inspection. My nipples were hard, not from cold, but from arousal, and I fidgeted as I took several dozen shots with my camera.
I didn't have to send him the photos, I realized, as I put down the phone. He hadn't ordered me to do that.
He'd be suspicious if I didn't, though. I swallowed the saliva that had started to pool in my mouth, resisting the urge to play with myself, and sent one of the photos to him.
Good girl. You look great. :)
My pussy throbbed at those words, and, as I sat there, contemplating my bra - I realized I hadn't put my glasses back on for the photo.
He probably thought I'd kept them off on purpose, since I knew he preferred me without them.
I decided not to correct the misapprehension.
* * *
I hadn't actually come during the entire work day - but that had actually wound up being more of an "edging in your chair" situation than an "at last, I'm free from Theo's constant sexual attentions." Just getting a titty shot of his boss hadn't been enough for him - he'd also made me tell him what filthy things I'd do to his cock when I came back to "our place" after work, and had filled my head with a half-dozen kinks and fetishes that were leaving my brain soupy even after he'd finished.
Him writing lewd things on my body. Being forced to wear a collar and a leash. Cleaning his feet off with my tongue. Rimming him as he fucked Penny, to "pay her back." Being used as a footstool, or a pillow... and more.
Each question was targeted. Each one sent a sharp pulse to my clit. There were no vanilla suggestions or ideas left at this point. Vanilla didn't get the same response as degrading. If he suggested I clean his toes off with my mouth, my pussy would throb. If he mentioned a blowjob, well - it would still pulse, but only because I was being forced to pretend this misogynistic jackass was my boyfriend as he said as much to me. If I'd been ignorant, I doubt it would have done anything more than usual for me. (Which wasn't that much. I do like to make my boyfriends come, but, you know - it's a blowjob.)
In the end, I walked out of work obscenely aroused, my knees lightly clacking against one another, straining not to be too distracted by the incredible heat between my legs. Each shift of my thighs would brush the fabric of my panties against my clit, which sent little sparkles of pleasure straight up my spine to my brain.
Theo made his way back to my apartment without a care in the world, while I had to go to the optometrist.
It was annoying - I didn't actually need glasses any more, so just reusing my old prescription was what I wanted to do. I had to focus my eyes just right to compensate for the prescription lenses, and it was hard to do that, when said lenses weren't currently strapped to your face.
I successfully fooled the optometrist into believing my vision hadn't changed significantly since my last checkup, and got my first ever pair of contact lenses.
Even though I was virtually invulnerable, shoving the little things into my eyeballs still made me want to jerk away, but I managed to get both of them in, somehow.
Probably Theo's orders.
Luckily, the whole affair had given me plenty of time to let all the ambient arousal die down, giving me the mental space to think. I had to show myself off to Theo now, with my hair down and my glasses off, but that was it. I could go up to my apartment, give him a smile, contrive an excuse to turn around - I left something at the office, for example - and then zip to the opposite side of the planet before he could do anything to stop me.
I smirked at the thought. Theo had fucked up by giving me this incredibly boring chore that involved having air blown directly into my eyeball before having to put in contact lenses for the first time. If I'd walked into my apartment still soaking wet from the office, then I probably wouldn't have had the presence of mind to think of how to get out.
Unfortunately for my confidence and poise, I entered my own apartment to find a strange woman there. I mean, another woman being in my apartment shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, but it was. She was a pretty Korean woman, looking to be in her late twenties, with a short bob cut and a tight black choker wrapped taut around her long, slender neck. She gave me a small nod as I entered the apartment, her arms crossed in front of her.
Her dark brown eyes went up and down my body, appraising me like a piece of meat. Her presence was weird, so it put me off balance - only for my brain to eventually restart as I put together the bits of evidence and the overall situation into a single coherent picture.
Grace. It has to be Grace, right? Penny mentioned her. She wears a choker. She's Theo's slave. What's- what's she doing here?
"Dr. Nabel, I presume," Grace said at last.
"Y-yes. Um. What are you doing in my apartment?"
"Theo invited me," she said. Her voice was cool and professional. She lacked the excitement of Penny, or even my own constantly-oozing awkward arousal. Had Theo done less to her? No, he'd literally enslaved her. Was it just something about her personality? "It's nice to meet you. I'm Grace Park - Theo's sex slave." She finally uncrossed her arms to offer me one hand to shake, and I took it, no higher thought involved in the decision. "I hope we can get along." She wore a soft, gentle smile.
I just nodded in response. "I - well, Theo has a very high sex drive," I gave her an awkward smile, doing my best to play the role of the horny masosub girlfriend. "It's probably for the best that he has other women to help take care of it, I think..."
"Ah, so I'm just a sex toy for your boyfriend to jerk off with?" She asked. I briefly worried I'd actually offended her somehow, but she just smirked when she saw my reaction. "Don't worry, Dr. Nabel. I enjoy being Theo's slave. There's something about him that makes... obedience so compelling," she said, her voice turning breathy as she obviously was drawn towards arousal by the mere thought. "I can't complain about him sleeping with other women. Literally. He ordered me not to."
I swallowed. Was she under his control? Was she aware of it? I tried to ask, but obviously the question immediately died on my lips. "S-so, it's a BDSM thing?" I asked instead.
She nodded. "Yes. It's surprisingly comfortable to just be Theo's slave. I let him make all sorts of decisions for me, and in return, I get to enjoy the soothing, calming experience of being ordered around by him."
It is different for her. Is that it? Penny and Grace were practice rounds before me?
Oh, and you're the grand finale? You've got a high opinion of yourself, do you really think this guy is going to stop with you?
He talks about making me his wife. I'm the CEO of Empyreal. His other two victims are both strippers at a club.
They're both smart, capable women. That's his type. Presumably, he enjoyed playing with Grace and turning her into this, just like he's enjoying playing with you. Maybe he'll get bored and upgrade to a new model.
Somehow, despite the fact that the entire argument was about whether or not Theo planned to continue to rape me or added a new girl to his little harem and forgot about me - I still felt a pang of insecurity and self-doubt at the idea. I should have thought that would be an unalloyed good. (At least for me - obviously, not for the other girl.)
I stifled and crushed those feelings, as best I could. I focused instead on Grace. "Why are you here?"
"Theo invited me over," she said. "Did he not tell you?" She frowned faintly at that, glancing towards the bedroom. I used my powers to look through the wall, casually revealing that Theo was lying on the bed, with Penny naked in between his thighs, softly blowing on his flaccid cock. Given the slickness on her thighs and the look in her eyes, she'd already drained him dry a few times in anticipation of this moment. "I was supposed to wait for you and introduce myself. I'm sorry if he didn't tell you."
She sounded genuinely apologetic. It was obscenely fucked up, what Theo was doing to them - to us, my brain added. Twisting up a girl's brain enough that she interpreted your warping as some type of genuine affection and desire, then make her feel guilty for how shittily you treat your other mindfucked girls.
"No, it's fine. He probably just forgot," I said, trying to reassure Grace. "Don't worry, okay?" I genuinely felt sympathy for her: even if she was completely happy and content with her position, it was out of ignorance. "I assume we're supposed to have a foursome, with you and Penny?"
"Yes," Grace agreed. She smiled, then paused. "As a warning, I am straight," she said.
"So am I."
"Good. Then we can just focus on pleasing Theo. Speaking of," she said, licking her lips. "Now that you're here, I'm permitted to go join him in the bedroom. Shall we?"
"Y-yeah," I said. I didn't have any choice. I hadn't shown him my new contacts, after all. Don't forget. Make an excuse and leave.
I stepped into the room - and almost immediately, Theo's gaze fell on me and Grace. Grace stood with poise and self-respect, hands clasped in front of her like a student awaiting her teacher's instruction. I, on the other hand, just fidgeted under his lustful gaze, considering exactly how to wriggle my way out of this. "You look good like that. Gorgeous," he said, trying to play the boyfriend despite the fact that another woman was mere inches away from his cock right now, casually kissing at the base as it began to harden. "Glasses look bad on you."
"I don't like putting contact lenses in," I told him, and it was the honest truth. Even if I could take a bullet to the eyeball and ignore it, my brain still really disliked things poking my eyes.
"You'll get used to it," he said. "Grace. Good slave." She shuddered at the words, and I could see the goosebumps cross her skin, a soft exhalation escaping her mouth as she clearly delighted in being called that. More of the programming? "Come here. You, Penny, and Darla are all going to put those pretty mouths of yours to better use than blabbering."
My clit pulsed at those words. Grace took them casually without any apparent arousal. I guess he hadn't put in the 'get off on being humiliated' thing when he was fucking her brain up. "Shall I strip first, Master?"
"Yes," he agreed immediately. "You too, Darla," he added, his cock by this point having fully hardened. His length throbbed, and Penny just quietly kept kissing at his dick. She hadn't even said hello - was she that absorbed into it, or had he ordered her to not talk?
Either way, I now didn't have any choice. Did that technically count as a command? I didn't know, but fighting it would just turn it into one. I grabbed the base of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, then unhooked my bra to reveal my bare breasts. His cock was throbbing hard as he stared at them, an aroused grin on his lips, his eyes digging into my bare skin in a way that sent pleasant little pulses directly to my clit. A predator examining his prey. I leaned forward as I wiggled my way out of my pants, and his gaze went to my tits as they bounced back and forth from the movements.
Once I was naked, well - I approached the bed. "Darla in the middle," he said. "Penny and Grace on opposite sides." Arranging his sex slaves according to his whims. I obeyed that implicit command too, crawling in between his legs, his hard cock pointing up at my mouth as I got into position. Penny and Grace didn't need to be ordered, leaning in from either side, kissing and licking noisily while I just loomed over his cock. "Look at you. My beautiful buxom blonde bitch," he said, a smirk on his lips at the alliteration. "Now, open wide, Darla," he ordered - and the moment I did, he shoved me down his cock, slamming right into my throat with a groan, his length pulsing desperately inside of my throat.
Being choked out on his cock, two other women's faces pressed in so close I could feel their heat, their tongues dancing out of their mouths to lick at his balls and thighs - it should have been horrible. Unfortunately, by this time, my brain had learned to associate arousal with this sort of situation, my treacherous cunt leaking all over my inner thighs as I quivered on his cock. My hands tightened up on the sheets, as he held me down in his pelvis, and he let out a long sigh as his dick just throbbed in my mouth, his taste completely staining my tongue and palate.
"This is it," he breathed out. "Yes. This is it." He was speaking to himself more than any of us. "You three are mine now." He licked his lips as he looked down at us, and I could tell by the way the bed moved that Penny was shaking her ass up at him, presumably giving him doe eyes as I choked on his cock. "We're going to enjoy the weekend together," he declared.
Oh, God, it is Friday, isn't it?
Somehow, I'd actually forgotten. I had no idea how nobody at work had mentioned it, even in passing, but I just hadn't processed that I was now looking towards the weekend, during which presumably Theo planned to fuck all three of us.
"Grace, you don't have any homework for the weekend, right?" He asked, and she shook her head, letting out a soft hum into his balls as she did so. "Good. Because I want my Korean slave here all weekend too. I want all three of you, sucking and fucking on demand, for the whole weekend. You don't have a problem with that, right, Darla?"
He didn't force me to shake my head. He didn't order it. My clit pulsed and throbbed, my sex begging for relief, as the fact that I was about to nod hit me. I'm going to let him use my house as a sex den. He's making me agree. Wrapping everything up in a nice and neat little bow. My cunt pulsed again, and at last, I shook my head, whimpering softly around his cock as my eyes started to peel back in their sockets from the sheer, overpowering arousal.
"Good girl. Play with yourself," he ordered, and I had no choice, my hand reaching down in between my thighs, beginning to work myself over with frantic, desperate force, two fingers shoved into my cunt, my palm pressing down against my pubic mound. It took no time at all for me to come, choked little noises escaping my throat as I shuddered and jerked in bliss. "That's it, Darla. That's it," he repeated. "You're learning to be a good bitch for your man."
Penny popped off my balls at that point, as tears streamed down my cheeks and my throat continued to gag and spasm. "Theo, Darla hasn't gotten the chance to breathe since you pushed her down your cock," she said.
"Ah, you're right," he agreed instantly, peeling me up and off his cock. I gasped for air, even if I hadn't actually been choking. I was still masturbating as he held me there, tits faintly vibrating from the movement in between my thighs, the stimulation leaving my brain a foggy mess. "Thanks, Penny." He held me aloft by the hair, admiring my naked body, while I just continued to tremble and jerk. "Good girl. Thank Penny, Darla," he ordered.
"Thanks, Penny," I gasped out. My cunt pulsed and another orgasm hit me, and I just moaned wantonly. Everyone was looking at me - Penny, staring up with a mix of nervousness and happiness; Theo, with uninhibited lust; and Grace, from Theo's balls, with a cool, considering gaze. Wondering exactly what kind of woman I was.
Theo shoved me back down his cock at that point, my mouth and throat serving as a warm receptacle for his cock. Rather than hold me down, though, he started to fuck my face on his cock, pounding away, his thick length pulsing in my throat, his balls slapping against my chin. I just wetly glukked and moaned, while Penny watched me from the sidelines, while Grace watched me from below, while Theo watched me from above. My eyes rolled around in their sockets as I kept on frantically masturbating.
I chose to escape into the pleasure. To escape the humiliation of being ogled by Theo, of being forced to participate in his little orgy, by just focusing on the bliss.
It was also a way to forget about the fact that I wanted to escape, that I needed to escape. I could let my brains drip out from in between my thighs, let myself become more submissive, more docile, more domesticated, and in return, all the anxiety and worries about when I'd get to escape him could drip out right alongside my endless, gushing pussy juices.
I let go, really and truly. I let myself be the masochistic, submissive nymphomaniac that Theo had worked to turn me into. I forgot about the fact that he'd (almost certainly) mind controlled me, and Grace, and Penny. I forgot about everything but the feeling of a cock in my throat, the feeling of my fingers desperately driving into my cunt, the sheer force of the facefuck seeing my perky nipples smacking into his thighs, electric shocks of pleasure doing their best to rewrite me into a depraved cock addict. I felt the negative feelings for Theo slip away, with all the other thoughts and desires and worries, while my mouth just drooled and slobbered all over his cock, my eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he continued to pump me up and down his cock.
I had no idea how long he used me like that. I wasn't counting the seconds, or the thrusts. I was just meat. A happy, simple-minded fucktoy. When my mind gathered enough coherence to think about what was happening, it was through a soupy lens of bliss. I was a cocksocket, that was humiliating, humiliation felt good. I was being stared at, that was humiliating, humiliation felt good.
Eventually, though, he blew his load, holding his cock just past my lips, erupting with thick, endless globs of spunk. It clogged up the inside of my mouth, while my head swam with pleasure, my mouth slurping on instinct, cheeks hollowing as I desperately gulped down every last droplet of cum that I could get. Only once he was completely spent did he pop me off, leaving me to catch my breath, his taste still staining my palate.
My hand was still in my cunt, too. Still going wild down there, still trying to get myself off. "That's a good bitch," Theo told me, still holding me up by the hair, the other hand reaching up for one of my breasts. He just squeezed it, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and I felt my cunt tighten. "She's a natural, right?" He asked.
"You are," Penny said, her voice excited and effusive. Theo casually smacked my tit, and I promptly came. "You're so enthusiastic. I'm happy for you, really, Darla! You deserve this!"
I nodded, my brain totally fried with pleasure. I deserve this. She meant it with every kindness - that I deserved to have fun, raunchy sex with my boyfriend where we both came plenty and hard. My brain, however, interpreted it with cruelty: that I deserved to be raped, slapped around, and mistreated. The sharp contrast between Penny's gentle kindness and that reading of her words sharpened the humiliation, making me experience a second orgasm in the midst of the first, my hips bucking back and forth as I spasmed in pleasure.
Grace spoke up then. "Master, may I suck your cock?" Her cool, casual affect was vaporized, replaced with simple compliant neediness. She wanted to suck Theo's cock, but she would never do it without permission. Even with my brain as much as a mess as it was, I could catch that - or maybe the goopy arousal helped, making connections as long as they had to do with sex.
Theo hummed in response to Grace's question. "Darla, wrap your tits around my cock near the base," he ordered, and I promptly got into position. It's not as if I had a choice. My hands gripped my tits and squeezed them taut around his cock, the copious amounts of juices on my right hand just smearing against the bare, sensitive flesh of my right breast. "Grace, you may suck the parts of my cock that aren't in Darla's tits."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she said, leaning forward without the slightest hesitation, wrapping her lips around my cockhead. Her nose soon pressed into my breast, while my own body quivered in continuing arousal.
My sensitivity was impossibly high. The situation was definitely far beyond my vanilla sexual history, and in a way that caused the humiliation-arousal connection to go haywire. Another woman was sucking a cock that was currently bursting out from between my breasts. Neither of us had sexual interest in each other - it was all for a man's pleasure. For Theo's pleasure. I looked up at him, feeling dazed and aroused, and he spoke up. "Darla, do some dirty talk. Be creative. Be degrading. Say whatever gets you off the most, it's important we learn about that sort of thing."
My clit throbbed and pulsed. The blatant manipulation was obviously actually meant to direct me to become an active participant in my own degradation. Or maybe he was curious exactly what the results of his mind control were - probably what he'd done to me was slightly different from what he'd done to Grace and Penny, thus Penny's ability to talk about mind control and Grace's obvious and intense enjoyment of being ordered around. What sort of depravity would I be inclined towards?
My mouth opened. I struggled to find the right words to start with. "I'm your fat-titted bitch," I said, and my arousal instantly spiked, my eyelashes fluttering. My brain processed what parts of the statement were the most erotic, the most arousing, and I immediately homed in on them: "I belong to you. I'm just a piece of meat you jerk off with. I may have a doctorate and be a CEO, but I'm nothing but a wet cunt for your cock," I said, and my pussy trembled as each word got worse and sharper, crueler to me and more arousing at the same time. "You control me through my needy clit-brain, and it's all I want. I love surrendering to it and being fucked and raped by you."
He ordered me to say whatever gets me off the most. The thought bubbled to the top of my brain and represented the reason for my words, for my spiralling depravity. All my brain power was currently being dedicated to examining exactly what words got me the wettest, as I continued to brainlessly press my tits into his cock.
"I want to just melt. I want to forget about everything but your cock, and just enjoy being slapped around, insulted, humiliated, abused, raped, fucked, masturbated with, without any concerns. I want to let my brains dribble out between my thighs as you use my body like your own personal masturbation aid. I want to drool and suck and ooze and be a thing."
Were the words my true feelings? I hoped not. But they expressed something that got close to reality - that repeatedly, throughout this whole process, as Theo tried to slowly break me down into his cocksocket, I had surrendered to the pleasure, and that was the best part. Letting go of everything else and just enjoying being used relentlessly in ways that left me dripping wet was much better than trying to think my way out of my problems, and part of me was tempted - or, more truthfully, part of me worried I would be tempted, that the desire for more pleasure would eventually take over and I'd give up on escape and accept whatever depraved actions that Theo imagined for me.
Theo came at that point, groaning as he blew his load directly into Grace's mouth. The woman sucked and swallowed and gulped desperately, trying to make sure that not a single droplet of cum went anywhere except her stomach. She fluttered her eyelashes as she sucked him dry like that, and I just quivered in place, my own arousal unbelievably high. I was edging myself from a mix of the pressure on my tits and the depraved words escaping my mouth.
When he finished coming, Theo sighed, pulling Grace off his cock, the woman in question having somehow not spilled a single drop of cum. His length was still hard, stuffed in between my tits, and he looked at me. "So that's what you like? You like being reduced as a woman, broken down and violated?"
I felt my cheeks burn. I wanted to deny it. I couldn't - whether because of the natural instinct against lying, or just because it was the rational thing to do, I didn't know. Instead, I nodded quietly, swallowing. His cock twitched eagerly in between my breasts. "Perfect," he breathed out. "Go brush your teeth," he ordered, and I had to let go of his cock in between my tits at that point. "Oh, did you have dinner?"
"N-no," I said, as I rose from the bed.
"Grace, go make us a nice dinner. We're going to be eating your home cooking for the weekend, so I want you to make a grocery list if there's not enough in the pantry."
"Yes, Master," Grace said, rising from her position on the bed.
"Darla, once you're done brushing your teeth," Theo ordered, his cock desperately pulsing in the air, "come back to bed, lie down on your back, spread your legs, and beg for me to fuck you."
I nodded, feeling my clit pulse. How trapped was I? How long would it be until I got to leave my home again? Would this depraved alternate universe that Theo had created - one where he sexually dominated and owned multiple women, used them as masturbation aids, while they thanked him for the privilege - be the one that I was forced to live in the entire weekend?
Should I just give in and let my brain dribble out between my thighs, like I was suggesting? Wouldn't that be easier? You can try to escape when the weekend's over.
There it was. There was the temptation. I was brushing away the taste of him which still stained the inside of my mouth. That was probably why I'd been ordered to brush my teeth: he wanted to kiss me. He wanted to pin me to the bed, make me beg him for sex, and then kiss me. He wanted to pollute my brain and convince me that what he was doing to me was loving.
My clit throbbed at the thought - but I really had no choice. I spat out most of the toothpaste that had filled my mouth, and went back to the bed. Penny had taken to a job assignment as a fluffer, casually stroking and kissing his cock in a way that was affectionate rather than trying to get him off. I barely spared her a glance before lying down on my back and dutifully spreading my legs. "Please, Theo," I breathed out, as I laid before him. "Please fuck me."
"Not quite good enough," he said, casually petting Penny as she kept him hard the whole time. I whimpered softly, spreading my legs all the wider, wanting him to fuck me now. "I want you to say... mm... it's only natural that you want this. You're a woman, after all. For everything else that you are, you're a woman, and you're ruled by your needy cunt."
It wasn't an order. I could have avoided it, rephrased it - but my arousal was climbing, and my acts of petty pointless resistance had reached an all-time nadir. "It's only natural that I want this. I-I'm a woman, a-after all. F-for everything else, that I am-" my arousal was reaching a fever pitch, to the point that I wondered if I'd come before he even put it in, "-I'm a woman, a-and I'm ruled, by my needy, cunt," I gasped out the last words, looking up at him, my head swimming with raw arousal as he looked down at me.
Only then did he pull Penny away from his cock, the girl shifting on the bed to just patiently watch from the sidelines, as he started to rub his cock against my slit. I stared up at him. "Grab your own thighs," he ordered. "Spread your legs nice and wide for me. Let me see that needy pink pussy of yours, begging for a man's cock."
"Yes, sir," I breathed out, the words coming out naturally and without a second thought. My cunt was exposed and ready for him - and then he drove himself inside me.
His whole cock slammed all the way inside me, filling me utterly within a single stroke. I came, hard, spasming on his cock. My whole body jerked, my fingers digging into my thighs, as he simply hilted himself deep inside me and groaned, enjoying the sensations of my cunt milking his cock with desperate energy. I don't know what sorts of incoherent noises I was making, but I'm sure they were enticing to Theo himself, given the way his dick pulsed inside me. His hands once more reached down to my tits, groping and squeezing them roughly, fingers just digging into the flesh, tugging on them, playing with them manically.
For another girl, the pain probably would have melded together with pleasure; for me, it was pure pleasure. He couldn't hurt me at all, so every rough twist and grip and squeeze only sent waves of gentle pleasure through my whole body, my pussy continuing to wring out his cock.
"That's it, Darla. This is what you're for. You were born with these big fat natural tits just so that I'd come do this to you one day," he explained, groaning as his cock pulsed deep inside me, and my brain just dribbled out of my cunt as I continued my long orgasm. "Thank God that you were born so damn sexy, so that one day, I'd do this to you," he demanded.
"Thank you, God! Thank you for making me born so sexy, so that one day Theo would do this to me!" The words tore themselves out of my mouth, and I wasn't even sure if it was the control or not, as my whole body jerked desperately on his cock.
"That's, nn, right," he grunted - and then he finally started to move inside me. "You were born for this. That's why you're coming so hard," he explained, as he casually fucked me. It wasn't rough or hard, just a steady rhythm, fucking my brains out through my cunt as he spoke. "Big fat tits, natural blonde hair, lovely cocksucking lips, fat ass, wasp waist, abs, muscle," he grunted. "You were designed for sex. That's why you come so hard every time I stick it in. You needed a man who could put you in your place and make you understand that you were made to get a man off - and I'm that man."
I stupidly nodded, continuing to orgasm, the mix of stimulation and humiliation enough to keep me past the edge. My fingers continued to remain firmly dug into my thighs as he fucked me, a smile on his lips as he just had his way with my body.
He continued to talk, and I let myself sink into it. I gave up on thought for the moment, knowing it wouldn't get me anywhere, and I let his words wash over me. I nodded along to his degradation, no matter how obscene or cruel, and my clit rewarded me with constant pulsing energy, an electric jolt directly to the brain that left me unable to do much more than take it. "You love it. You love being my personal cocksocket. You want me to take the competent, brilliant CEO and physicist, and turn her into my moaning little fuckdoll," he told me, and I nodded. "This is what you want. This is what will make you happy."
I kept nodding, my brain continuing to dribble out of my cunt - and then he leaned down over me, forcing his lips up against mine. His hands continued to roughly squeeze my breasts, my sharp nipples pushing into his bare chest, while my thoughts continued to circle the drain. His tongue dove into my mouth and his cock drove into my cunt, over and over again.
Then Theo popped off for a moment, leaving me dazed, gasping for air even though I didn't need it. He even paused his movements inside me to gather his wits, which didn't make me gather mine - it just made me whine for his cock to start moving again, futilely wriggling, brainless on the bed. "Penny, you continue with the dirty talk on my behalf. You know what kind of things Darla likes now, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," Penny agreed immediately. Theo dove right back into kissing me. "Just let go, Darla. Just enjoy being a cocksocket for Theo. It's only natural, right? You're a woman, this is what you have a pussy for, in the end. Just to get fucked. So enjoy it! It'll make you happy! There's nothing wrong with enjoying horny sex with a guy you like, even if that horny sex involves dehumanizing you into a piece of meat! It's what you want!"
At that point, Theo glanced over at Penny out of the corner of his eye, and she let out a small squeak at his reproachful gaze.
"Right! Sorry, um, I just get the impression Darla isn't totally comfortable with this part of herself." She cleared her throat. "Darla. You are Theo's personal cocksocket now. This is what you were born to be. Getting a doctorate in physics, becoming the CEO of a tech company, everything else you've accomplished in life, it pales in comparison to getting fucked by Theo's wonderful cock. You were made to be violated, fucked, abused, used. Your big tits are just funbags for Theo to play with. Your pussy and mouth are just holes for him to fuck. This is what you were born to do, it's what will make you happiest. Becoming a billionaire or whatever could never compare to the simple joy of getting used by Theo, right? So let all your brains dribble out of your cunt! Just be a piece of fuckmeat! It's what you want!"
She was practically cheering for me, her earnest and kind and gregarious personality now driving her to enthusiastically degrade me. If Theo had said the same things, it probably wouldn't have done nearly as much for me as it did when it came out of Penny's mouth - her happy innocence made it all the more debauched as she suggested I really ought to just be fuckmeat.
Luckily, I was spared Penny's monologue from going on too long by Theo bottoming out inside me and exploding. He was still forcefully kissing me, sucking spit out of my mouth, fingers digging into my tits, and Penny jumped in at that point. "That's it! Take his cum! Wring an orgasm out of it! It's what a woman is for, really - helping guys get off! It's better that you help Theo get off, than that you go back to that stuffy office and do your job!"
Theo finished coming inside me at that point, sighing as he pulled out, admiring my naked body. "You can let go of your thighs now, Darla," he told me, and my legs flopped down onto the bed as I stared stupidly up at him. He casually caressed my cheek. "You want to be a good girl for me, don't you, Darla?" He asked, and I nodded. "I'm glad. Does it make you happy that I'm fucking other women?" His cock throbbed in the air, smacking at my stomach.
Furious heat spread across my cheeks, stretching down to my breasts, as I looked up at him. No, it doesn't make me happy. Even if I was ignorant and thought Penny was just competition instead of a mind control victim, it still wouldn't. I didn't say any of that, though. I just licked my lips. "Yes, sir," I told him instead. What should I say, in this situation, if I was an oblivious victim? "It's so hot to know that I'm not enough for you, that you need other women to take care of your cock."
He grinned at that, and kissed me again. "Good girl. I think Grace should be finishing up with dinner, so let's go," he said, casually rising from the bed, grabbing his underwear and tugging it on. I reached for the side of the bed to grab my bra, but he stopped me. "Oh, you two stay naked," he said, and I let out a soft, shuddering noise in response to the humiliating command.
I didn't have a choice, though. I just nodded.
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