Grace served us all dinner, having managed to make a good pasta, the scent of garlic filling my nose. I'd run out of tomato sauce, so the pasta had been just lying in my pantry collecting dust. She'd made a surprisingly good creamy garlic parmesan cheese using what I happened to have in the fridge, and laid it out at the table, serving Theo the largest serving as she delicately stepped back and forth. She was wearing her collar, my apron, and nothing else, a cool smile on her lips as she occasionally glanced Theo's way.
"Wow! Looks good, Grace," Penny said, a bright smile on her lips as she grabbed her fork.
"It does look delicious. Don't forget to compliment the chef, Darla," Theo said. "She managed to make something out of the crap you have in your pantry."
"Y-yes," I stammered, feeling a furious heat in my cheeks. My mouth worked at the air as I sat there, simmering in the humiliation of the situation, trying to come up with an appropriate compliment. I needed to play my role. "It looks very good. Thank you. It's very impressive, especially considering what you had to work with. Sorry about that." My voice felt small and meek - a mouse's voice, quietly wilting under the attention of Theo.
"Yeah, you're really not much of a cook, Darla," Theo said, and I whimpered, my clit simultaneously throbbing, squirming in my seat. "It's very unfeminine of you."
"Theo," Penny started, sounding like she was genuinely about to defend me - but then she saw my perky nipples, the way I squirmed in my seat, my arousal rising towards a fever pitch, and stopped herself. "You really do know how to make a masochist happy," she said instead.
"I do indeed," Theo said, starting to dig into his meal.
"Don't worry, Darla," Pennay said, making me look her way. "Yes, Theo has a really high libido, and yes, he is just so hot, but he does eventually run out of energy. There will be time for other stuff in the end."
"Thank you," I replied softly. I started to eat myself at that point, little nibbles of food. It was damn good.
"There will be lots and lots of fun, obviously," Penny said, "but still! Oh, I did want to ask, do you watch any TV?"
Does the porn Theo has been making me watch count? "A few shows. Um. I was just finishing Andor."
"Oh, I didn't watch that one."
"It's Star Wars trash," Theo said casually, and I resisted the urge to snap at him. You made us watch a three hour lore video about Warhammer 40k! Andor is a critical darling! Fuck you!
"I thought it was good," I said instead of any of that. I felt the pathetic that came out in my voice, too. A meek, pitiful girl trying to disappear under Theo's gaze, though in a somewhat different way than he thought I did. Rather than trying to pathetically defend myself, I instead just gave in immediately. "I also watched the first season of Severance, a bit before that."
He snorted. "Only garbage Oscarbait sci-fi shows, I get it," Theo said.
Somehow, despite being a rapist who constantly humiliated and belittled me, he'd found a new way to hurt me: denigrate my media opinions while himself having the media taste of the world's largest philistine. I just fell silent rather than argue, and the sheer humiliation of being forced to submit to his obscenely idiotic media takes made my clit pulse despite everything else.
I took a deep breath through my nose - and Penny spoke up. "Don't worry, Darla. Theo is just saying that stuff because he knows it gets you off. He's really good at reading women like us. And picking us out of a crowd, too! I don't think anybody else at Lucky Ladies is as much of a depraved masochist as me, or as much of a sub as Grace, but he picked us out of the lineup."
"He did ask a few other girls to dance for him, before settling on me," Grace said. "But, yes, he never asked a second time until I came in to dance for him. Obviously, the first time, we just talked and I danced. It was the... third dance, when he actually started to really order me around."
"Oh! I did my first dance with him, and he immediately jumped into the ordering around. Making me say lewd stuff. I mean, he asked some questions first, too. Is that how you tell if a girl's a huge masochist or sub?" She crinkled her brow as she thought about it. "I only remember questions about, what I did outside of dancing." She giggled. "Oh, he asked me about how gravity would work on the inside of a hollow Earth. Luckily, I had already read about Newton's shell theorem in my free time, so I could both prove I really was a math geek, and I didn't have to listen to him explain it. He's very bad at explaining things," she added to me, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.
"Penny," Theo said. Penny immediately straightened up in anticipation of new orders, her spine straight, her tits jiggling for just a moment as she refocused on him. "Are you trying to be a brat so I'll fuck you during dinner?"
"Ah? No, sir," she said. "I know you don't like brat play. Good girls try to make their man happy. Plus," she added, a smile appearing on her lips, "the best punishment is to not do whatever you want to me."
"True. Darla, get down under the table and suck my cock," he ordered.
I jerked in genuine surprise, but I had no choice but to get underneath the table, crawling towards where he sat. I tugged his underwear down, wondering if I should say anything - complain? Compliment? Tell him how nice his cock is? - but before I could figure out what to do, I had his cock in my mouth, and he just groaned, his hand on my head, guiding me forcefully down his length. There was no hesitation or consideration of things like my comfort or need to breathe. There was simply one forceful hand on the back of my head, as he dragged me inch by inch down my cock.
I'd gotten more acclimated to deepthroating by that point, but my gag reflex was still somewhat present, so the act of being forced to throat him was smooth but uncomfortable. Once my nose was mashed into his pelvis, he let out a low groan and spoke up. "I need you to make a good impression on Darla on my behalf," Theo grunted, as his cock pulsed deep in my throat. "She's my girlfriend, you're just the bangmaid. If you say insulting things about me, then you'll lower her opinion of me."
"Ah! I didn't mean it like that, I promise, Theo! It's- you know, I was just saying something about you that's a little cute. I know you're a dominant, and smart, and so manly, and good at making women come, but," she stumbled over her words as I was thoroughly choked on his cock. She didn't show the slightest concern for me - only for herself. "I'm sorry. I- Darla, Theo is truly incredible, I only said that because I think it's cute, I promise. You're so lucky to be his girlfriend, really!"
I was practically drowning in the humiliation of the moment. Forced under the table, made to choke on cock, while Theo and Penny talked about and to me. I'd been eating less than a minute ago, and now I was serving as Theo's cocksocket instead, my meal forgotten on the table, and nobody treated that as unusual in the least. If anything, their response seemed to be to treat it as if I was the lucky one here, getting her throat clogged up with Theo's cock while the other two women were forced to wait jealously.
I was being forced to play out Theo's obscene fantasies like this. His ridiculous, porn-addled conception of a home life: girlfriend kneeling and sucking, two other girls just watching and eating overhead, unable or unwilling to complain. He casually shifted his grip on my head, gingerly grasping my hair in a loose ponytail, and then used that grip to start casually fucking my face. "Grace," he grunted, as I gagged and cried and slobbered noisily on his cock, "Darla is definitely new to properly sucking cock. You can hear all the gagging, can't you?"
"Yes, Master," Grace agreed smoothly. "I could take over for her, if you'd like."
His cock pulsed in my throat, but he didn't agree to the request. "No. I need to properly break her in. I'd just like you to offer her some advice."
"Yes, Master," she agreed again, pausing for a moment. "Relax, Darla. Just relax. Close your eyes, and relax. Breathe in and out, slowly and smoothly. Like you're trying to control your heart rate."
Given how uncomfortable constantly gagging on dick was, I actually obeyed her recommendations, closing my eyes and breathing through my nose as best I could. I tried to relax, to let my body learn to accommodate the cock that rested in my throat, and it did start to quiet its spasming movements.
At that point, Theo immediately started to slam his cock against my throat again, making me gag wetly, my eyes opening as I was forced to take his dick. Each powerful slam of his hips against my face left me trembling, unable to do anything other than just gag and take it. Each wet movement of my throat up and down his cock caused me to gag, but my body responded to the situation with nothing but a sort of brain-numbing arousal, the humiliation of being chokefucked in front of two other people making my clit pulse in between my thighs.
"It's nice to have everyone all here," Theo said, as if changing the subject. "My girlfriend, my slave, and my new bangmaid," he grunted, continuing to wetly fuck my face. "All three of you, at my constant disposal, to use your bodies however I please. Isn't it nice for you, too?"
"Yes, sir," Penny agreed immediately, her normal peppy energy thrown into it. "I really do like spending time with you, since the sex is so good, and you know just what to do to make my brain absolutely melt."
"Yes, Master," Grace agreed, once Penny was finished speaking. "Do you have any further orders for me?"
"Mm." Theo groaned softly, holding me down in his pelvis, making me gag around his cock with an increasing intensity, saliva dribbling down my chin as I took it. "Well. For one thing, I have- mm. I know. Darla likes being humiliated, Grace, just like Penny," he explained, as he continued to hold me in that position, trying to choke me unconscious as he explained the fetishes he'd stuffed into my brain like they were actually my own. "Yeah, you're pretty much done with your meal. Get behind me and give me a massage, while you tell Darla just how much of a depraved masochistic slut she is," he explained, leaning back in his seat as he spoke, yet keeping his cock firmly lodged in my throat. He looked down at me, his eyes locking onto my own, my vision blurred by tears.
Grace was still wearing the apron, the choker, and nothing else. Her hands came to rest on Theo's shoulders, and her eyes looked down at me with cool contempt. From her perspective, I really was a pervert who was getting off on being choked out by Theo, so perhaps it was even deserved - but the utterly vicious look in her eyes sent waves of sweet humiliation through my body, goosebumps running across my bare flesh as my sex grew wetter in response to the cock in my throat. I could only sputter meekly around his cock, not even defend myself, and he just groaned in pleasure, casting his head back.
Grace interpreted the act as asking for affection from her, and leaned forward, giving him a soft upside down kiss as I choked on his cock. My whole body twitched as the humiliation reached a fever pitch. I didn't touch myself - I only subtly altered the position of my legs beneath me - but combined with the humiliation, it was enough stimulation to make me come. I choked and sputtered, saliva splattering down onto Theo's balls, as he simply continued to hold me down in his pelvis, choking me on his cock as he started to make out with Grace, the wet noises of their lips smacking against each other seeming to echo in the room.
It was only when the pair broke off the kiss that Theo finally peeled me off his cock. I gasped for air, partly out of instinct, but mostly to make sure he didn't realize that I didn't actually need to breathe. I swallowed wetly as I looked up at the pair, Theo just smirking cruelly down at me as I remained, kneeling and naked, under the table in front of him. Grace's expression was cooler, finding no particular arousal in my position, but obviously wishing I wasn't present here so she could just enjoy being ordered around by Theo.
In the moment, I could practically see the future stretching out before me. Me, being forced to kneel in front of Theo, over and over again, to choke and suck his cock. Theo, casually ordering me to humiliate and debase myself, using me as his masturbation aid, while simultaneously enjoying Grace and Penny whenever the mood struck him. Perhaps more girls, added to his little harem, their minds fucked with just as hard as he'd fucked with ours, twisting us into his mindfucked little cocksockets. Me, forced to wander around my own home naked because it got his dick hard; forced to play the role of his domesticated wifey, happily coming her brains out as her husband fucked her throat, tits, cunt, or ass; my wardrobe and sense of style warped away from my preferred conservative dress to something slutty, humiliating me and bringing with it intoxicating arousal.
His throbbing length pulsed in front of my face, as if he could also see the future in the moment, and he gripped the base and casually just smacked my face with his dick. I gasped softly, my whole body trembling, my chest rising and falling as I looked up at him, wiping my face clear of saliva and tears. "Give me a titfuck," he ordered, shifting his position slightly to make it that little bit easier on me.
I didn't have a choice, of course. There was a sour look in Grace's eyes, a quiet jealousy of my large breasts, but I'd have traded for her if I could. Instead, my hands gripped my breasts from either side and squished them taut around his cock, his length pulsing in between my breasts as I applied an intense pressure to his length. He'd been thoroughly soaked in my spit, so there was no friction, as I started to pump my breasts up and down his cock, the tip bursting free from them again and again as I looked up at him.
I don't know what expression I wore, exactly. It was some mix of exhaustion and arousal and humiliation and a genuine desire for him to just come already, to ejaculate all over my face and tits just so I could be done with it, so I could have a single moment to myself as he presumably would decide to avail himself of Penny and Grace's bodies the moment he got done with me.
Or maybe, since you're his newest plaything, they're just his fluffers to make sure he stays hard this whole weekend. You can already tell they aren't going to complain if he does that, treating them like his personal porn actresses who just exist to get his dick hard so he can stuff it in one of your holes.
And then, since it's just because you're new that he's doing this, he'll make you do the same, and you'll be just as willing by that point.
The intrusive thoughts sent a throbbing pulse to my clit, and I mewled, tightening up the pressure on my breasts around his cock. I looked up at him with a dull expression, my thoughts dribbling out of my cunt as the humiliation and arousal got worse. My mouth was half-open, a bit of saliva pooling on my lower lip, and every neuron in my brain was either feeding me humiliating ruminations or trying to get him off that little bit faster with my body. My nipples were perky, occasionally scraping one another as I titfucked him, and the feeling of his throbbing length in between my breasts continued to add to my stimulation.
Once again, I came before he did, even though the actual physical action I was performing was one of pure service. A moan escaped my lips as the pleasure hit me, and the look that Grace gave me - a sort of Of course, if she's his girl, she's like this - sent sweet waves of lightning right down to my cunt, adding to the intensity of the orgasm as I spasmed in place.
She continued to massage Theo the whole time, of course, not even contemplating stopping. She did, however, lean downwards, kissing at his neck and chin softly, affectionately, like a lover might, her lips eventually finding their way to nibble on his ear. Her voice was whisper quiet, clearly not meant for my ears, but I had super hearing. "She's coming so much. You know I'm better trained than her, Master. Just use me and order her to masturbate, it'll be better for both of us."
His cock pulsed in my tits at those words, and he casually grabbed the back of my head, forcing me down into my own tits. I let my mouth fall open, reached out with my tongue and lips to suck on the tip of his cock as I continued to massage his length with my breasts. I didn't have any real choice, his order to titfuck him leaving me forced to continue, and I just noisily slurped on the tip of his cock, doing my best to get him off as quickly as possible despite the intensity of the pleasure I was experiencing.
"Don't be so selfish, Grace. Darla is new. She's only now learning how to embrace her femininity, and let her needy cunt make all the decisions for her. When Penny was new, I gave her all my attention too," he explained, his cock pulsing inside of my breasts as he said stupid misogynistic nonsense.
I didn't complain, just slurping all the harder on his cockhead, my tongue dancing against his slit, trying desperately to get him to come. He gripped my head tighter, pushing my mouth down into my breasts all the more fiercely, his cock throbbing and pulsing, threatening to ejaculate at any moment. A droplet of precum oozed out onto my tongue, staining me with its flavor.
"Dumb slut," Grace said. There was no heat or emotion in her voice - she was just plainly speaking her mind. That just made the humiliation all the sharper, and I mewled pathetically around the cock that was currently lodged inside my mouth, while my lips quivered, slurped, and sucked, straining to get him to come before I came again.
I failed, of course. The pressure and humiliation were adding together to leave me quivering in arousal, my pussy drooling slowly out, drip-dripping onto the floor beneath me, while my mouth desperately sucked on his fat cock. I let out the most pathetic whimper as another orgasm hit me, and my brain emptied out, my mouth just drooling around his dick as a powerful orgasm hit me.
"Just give into your cunt. It's what you're ruled by," Grace explained, with that same smooth, casual contempt. Maybe she was playing the dominatrix, or maybe she was just sublimating her actual feelings into dirty talk - either way, it left me trembling, my hands pressing my tits into Theo's cock all the tighter. "You and Penny are so similar. You just get off on being treated like crap. Isn't it good, then, that Theo found you? Imagine if you got in a normal relationship, that frothing arousal you call a brain would be wasted on a man who tried lovey-dovey stuff. What a girl like you wants is to be used like a cocksocket and jerked off with," she explained.
I came again. I was actually crying by that point, the cruelty in her words somehow so much worse than Theo's. Maybe it's that it was another woman. Maybe it's that she seemed to actually believe it. Maybe it's that I'd gotten used to Theo, so having another person talk to me like that actually hurt my feelings. Either way, the hurt that came with her words just curdled inside my brain, mixing together with arousal like oil and water, the two flavors intense and emotional and never quite mixing together properly, both always present as I oozed out my cunt juices all over the floor.
Luckily, Theo finally came at that point, groaning as he blew his load all over the inside of my mouth. I desperately gulped down his cum, and he simply sighed, using my mouth to clean his dick out. When he was done, he tugged me off his cock, leaving me panting for air as I looked up at him with a dazed expression. I swallowed as I stared, my eyes lidded softly, his flavor still clinging to the inside of his mouth.
"Ah, that was good. Thanks for the massage, Grace," he said. "I want you and Penny to get dressed," he said, standing up from his seat. Grace took off her apron immediately, going to find her folded clothes, while he tugged on his underwear. He just grabbed my hair, not even speaking to me as he casually dragged me over to my couch, plopping down on it, me kneeling in front of him as he clearly relished mistreating me like this. "You're going to go to my place, pick up a few changes of clothes for me, plus my computer, and get it all set up. You know how to set up a computer, right?"
"Yes, Master," Grace called out.
"Yes, sir," Penny added.
"Great," Theo said, dragging me up onto the couch next to him, grabbing a remote and starting to play with the TV. His free hand slid around my body, casually wrapping around me and just groping my tit roughly, leaving me leaking on the couch at the stimulation, gasping for air as I was forced to pathetically submit to his molestation. The television turned on, and I just quivered in place as I stared at it, my eyelashes fluttering sharply. I wasn't able to focus on the television at all, being far too distracted by his hand on my breast, as he just casually molested me like that.
Instead, my thoughts began to spiral. He's moving in. He's taking over my home. He's turning my every waking moment that isn't spent at work into personally sexually pleasing him - and plenty of the moments at work, too. The spiralling, naturally, left me leaking all over the couch, my thoughts drooling out of my cunt onto the couch, as my breathing became increasingly shallow from the stimulation. I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, as I contemplated how completely fucked I was, how I had no choice but to let Theo move into my place and just molest me all day, that he was almost certainly not going to let me out of his sight for multiple days. I wonder if I'll still even want to escape at the end of it, or if my brain will be so fried that I'll just give up completely? My pussy clenched at that thought.
Eventually, I was drawn back to reality by him casually smacking my tit. "Check it out, Darla," he said, and my eyes refocused on the television screen. "It's the video we watched on our first date, remember?"
My mouth worked at the air as I stared at the television screen. Once more, that mind control porno was playing, only this time, we were both practically naked - Theo had his underwear on, but that was all the clothes between us. His fingers were digging into my breasts as I squirmed. "I remember," I breathed out.
"You mentioned you were into this stuff, so I thought we could watch it again, while we wait for Penny and Grace to get back with my computer," he explained, and I just dumbly nodded, my toes curling as he tugged on my nipple, moving with the sort of casual cruelty and sadism that I'd gotten extremely used to. I bit my lip as I strained not to come, while on screen, the actress was blowing the man while simultaneously being mindfucked into an empty-headed fuckdoll.
Who does that remind you of?
I came to that thought, as well as the stimulation, and the humiliation of being forced to rewatch the scene. Theo just grinned, leaning in to nibble on my ear. "It's hot that you're into mind control," he whispered, closing in on me as I continued to keep my eyes locked on the television screen. "Such a sexy fetish to have. Very fitting for you."
Because you mind controlled me? I couldn't have asked the question even if I wanted to - instead, I just nodded quietly, and twitched as his other hand came into things, his fingers digging into my other breast. My pussy was just oozing all over the couch, no doubt making a mess. Hopefully the new maid I just hired can clean it up. The thought was intended as a joke, but I couldn't even crack a smile to it.
"You know why it's so fitting, Darla?" He asked. I shook my head, wondering if perhaps he was about to admit what he'd done to me. "It's because you make all these big decisions at the company, but deep down, what you want is for somebody else to make all the decisions for you - including the decisions on what you're even allowed to think." I shivered, goosebumps running across my flesh as he spoke, as he continued to molest me and degrade me and tell me what he planned to do to me. "That's why you let me just move into your house, order you around, make you hire my favorite stripper and invite my second favorite over. That's why you never complain no matter what I do to you. Because, deep down, what you want is to be my empty-headed little fuckdoll who only has to listen, and doesn't have to think."
I mewled. He's trying to convince me of this nonsense, to trick me into actually believing it's true. The fact that I thought that only intensified the pleasure I was experiencing, though. If I actually still needed to sleep, I had no idea if the soupy ooze of constant humiliating arousal would have kept me from noticing anything wrong until I got operant conditioned into being the mindless fuckdoll he wanted me to be.
That thought, naturally, made me come again, moaning softly as I quivered in his grasp.
My orgasm was apparently enough to entice Theo beyond just watching and toying with me. "Get on my cock, but don't block my view - lean forward and grip the coffee table for balance," Theo said, as he casually tugged down his pants, his erection popping into the open air.
The position I was forced into was desperately awkward, my spine almost parallel to the floor, my fingers gripping the edge of the table. My cunt loomed over his cock, but I had no choice but to slide my ass down his length, making him groan as he speared me. The sensation of being forcibly plugged up like that instantly stole my breath away, making my whole body quiver in response to the sensation of being utterly filled up by his dick. My fingers tightened their grip, and I resisted the urge to just immediately moan.
Luckily, my powers meant the position wasn't actually exerting, or my whole body would probably have been screaming on the first thrust, for how awkward it was. I pumped my hips up and down his cock, my tits swaying awkwardly back and forth underneath me. I spared a glance over my shoulder at Theo, who wasn't even looking at me, just watching the porno - when he caught me glancing back at him, he smirked, grabbing a tangle of my hair and twisting my head towards the camera.
"Watch the girl in the movie," he said, as the male protagonist repeatedly told her that she had "no mind, no will," and was just a "walking, talking fucktoy." My pussy spasmed around his cock. "Imagine being in her position. Wouldn't it be so nice, letting me make all the decisions for you?" I mewled and whimpered, my whole body quivering as I strained myself, trying not to come. "Don't you wish you too could be just a man's personal cocksocket, and nothing else, like her?"
I came at that point, my pussy going absolutely wild around Theo's cock. My thoughts fogged up as I spasmed in pleasure, my hips bucking back and forth, a lewd moan escaping my throat as I jerked in place. My pussy milked at his cock, as I shuddered and jerked on his dick, and I was forced to watch as the male protagonist slowly but surely mindfucked her personality into oblivion.
This is what he wants to do to me. This is what he is doing to me. Slowly but surely rewriting me, fucking with my head, teaching me that the best sex is being a mind controlled cockslut.
The thought came to mind that, even if I somehow got free of this mind control - would I even be able to enjoy normal sex again? Wouldn't it just be an agonizing second best, whatever else I did, no matter how good my partner was, because there wasn't this constant mind-melting stew of arousal and humiliation that made my orgasms come fast and hard? The fucked up things going on inside my skull meant those thoughts made my clit throb, the image of myself pathetically jilling off to sex with my rapist bubbling to the forefront of my mind as I continued to fuck myself on Theo's cock.
He let go of my hair at that point, and I just let my head loll forward, my blonde hair flowing around my features as my ass rose and fell on his erect cock. My fingers trembled on the coffee table in front of me, the pleasure racing up my spine, and I started to shut out the rest of the world. There was no television, playing obscene mind control porn; there was no apartment, once mine and now de facto his; there was no Theo, casually degrading me as he just ignored the beautiful woman fucking herself on his cock to watch a porno. There was just the feeling of a cock plunging into my cunt, again and again, the hot sensation that came with it, the tightening of my sex around his length. My fingers splayed against the coffee table, and I came again, practically oblivious to anything but sensation, my cunt going absolutely wild around his cock.
Theo just groaned softly in reply to the sensation. "That's my girl. Getting off to imagining yourself as nothing but my mindfucked cocksocket, aren't you? You're really into this stuff, huh?" I have no idea whether or not he suspected anything. His voice wasn't much of a clue, either. He always had this sadistic sort of lilt when he asked questions like that.
His hand smacked my tit, and I mewled in pleasure at the sharp sensation of it. "Such a masochist," he said, slapping my tits a couple more times with either hand, just banging on them like bongo drums. "Even Penny doesn't like her tits getting smacked around as much as you do, you little slut," he told me, and my pussy just spasmed around his cock as my brains dribbled out of my cunt. "You like being abused and mistreated," he told me - told me, like my preferences were his to declare and explain. "You want a man to put you in your place. Good news," he said, with one more meaty smack to my tit, prompting me to orgasm again, "I am that man."
I moaned incoherently as he just treated me like garbage, as he exulted in treating me like garbage, as he told me I loved being treated like garbage. What Grace had said earlier bubbled to mind, that I was lucky I got a boyfriend who treated me like crap, and I could practically see my future stretching out in front of me: Theo constantly smacking me around, ordering me around, insulting me, telling me what I wanted and what I thought about things, and me just docilely nodding in response to every degrading word and deed.
Just like he'd been doing the past few days, but for the rest of my life.
I came again to that thought, my head so fucked up at that point that the mental image of being turned into a docile cocksocket for a misogynistic sadist was erotic and arousing. Theo casually shifted from smacking my tits to groping them, fingers roughly squeezing at my breasts as he bottomed out inside me, and I felt as he came deep within me, firing off another load in his loyal, compliant little fucktoy.
I just shuddered in pleasure and humiliation as he plugged me up with his sticky spunk.
When he finished coming, he casually pushed me off his dick with one hand. "Kneel in front of me, Darla, rest your head on my knee or thigh, and watch the porno until I tell you otherwise.
I let out a small noise of humiliation, or complaint, or arousal - I couldn't say with. My cunt rose from his cock as I shifted my position, getting down on the floor in front of him, leaning into him. The television played on, the porno just going on and on as the man enjoyed his mind controlled fucktoys.
Just like Theo gets to enjoy me, Penny, and Grace.
I swallowed, watched, and dripped all over the carpet, until Penny and Grace returned with his computer in hand.
"Ah, great," he said, turning his attention away from the television as he saw them show up. "Set it up on Darla's coffee table," he said. "I want to game."
Even as Grace placed the computer tower on my coffee table, as Penny withdrew a wireless keyboard and mouse from the bag, I couldn't stop watching the porno.
He hadn't given me permission to do otherwise, after all.
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