The rest of the day was something of a blur. Theo gave me no mercy whatsoever - he only had me pop the earbud out when he had some other idea for how to abuse and manipulate me. I was stuck, marinating in arousal, and I pretty much surrendered to it. I was like a boat on the ocean without sails or oars, just tossed about by arousal and orders. My opinions no longer mattered. I'm not even sure if I formed them, to be honest.
Once more, I fucked and sucked on demand. I masturbated when he wasn't using me, and that would sometimes entice him to use me - and, I noticed, if I begged for it, he'd become more likely to use me, so I routinely started begging for it. We ate dinner together, me and Theo and Penny and Grace, the master and his little mindfucked harem. Of the three of them, I was by far the most fucked up at that point. Penny was the perky masochist and submissive; Grace was jealous that she had to share with anyone else; while I was a mess of arousal and filth and misogynist smut and I just wanted Theo's cock to save me from the denial play that I was basically stuck with every time his cock wasn't inside me.
That night, I was stuck down in between his legs, still listening to filthy misogynistic smut. There was no free time or chance to escape. It was one command, followed by the next, followed by the next, each order serving to keep me following a particularly obscene script.
It was too much for me to resist. I let it wash over me. Let my conscious mind be subsumed by the pleasure in between my thighs. I sucked his cock to wake him up, and relished it when he facefucked me the next morning.
Then, of course, Theo and I had to go into work. For one final note of humiliation before we parted ways, he made me dress up sexy again - a relatively low cut blouse and a skirt, rather than my preferred turtlenecks and jeans. I remember having argued him into letting me dress professional at work, but I guess I pissed him off enough that he threw out that idea.
* * *
I locked the door to my office, turned my phone off, and just sat there, staring blankly at the door as I settled back into the awkward impossibility of being returned to my office. I swallowed, saliva having pooled in my mouth.
I was free, technically, for the moment. His last command that bound me had expired, now that work had begun on Monday.
I could escape. I needed to escape.
So why hadn't I just blasted out the window?
I had my secret identity, of course. But I could call Quantum again. She would help me out, without question, if I needed it.
She already had before.
I reached for my phone, turning it on - and, luckily, not getting blasted with built-up texts from Theo - and started trying to text her.
I couldn't.
My fingers just wouldn't move.
What- what... why can't I type?
His control never felt like anything. But I had learned to recognize that familiar block, and now, I was suffering from it. My body simply quietly ignored my commands, like the moment after you wake up, and you can wiggle your toes, but you can't bring yourself to roll yourself out of bed just yet.
Fuck.
My brain had been well and truly mulched by my time spent under the constant psychic assault on Sunday.
He has to have given me some command I can't violate, but I can't even remember it.
And I couldn't. I couldn't locate in my memories what the command was, even trying hard now, even reviewing all the humiliations I'd been put through over the previous day. My conscious mind hadn't stored the memory, but some groove had nevertheless been ground into my skull.
This has to be mind control, right? There's no way I can't remember the order but I'm still bound by it, right?
I tried typing a text out to Quantum that amounted to "Hey, what's up?" That, I could type. I didn't hit send, though.
I put the phone down, and then put my head in my hands. Please, God, let whatever the command is, let it be temporary. I couldn't complain, or conspire to trick him into taking it off, like I had the daily wakeup blowjob command. Could I even fucking leave the building right now, if I wanted to?
I decided to try. I stood up, heading out towards the elevator - and I couldn't push the button. I walked right back to my office, hoping that Theo hadn't noticed my movement and made some conclusion, and just sat there.
Fuck. I am so fucked.
That thought sent another little pulse to my clit, a spike of arousal to the thought of how completely screwed I was. I am a victim, a toy, a compliant thing. Words from the smut that he'd made me listen to and read rolled through my head, intensifying my arousal still further.
God, I am so fucked up.
I need to stop thinking like this.
I tilted forward in my seat and decided to try to focus on work. At least physics and wormhole math and engineering didn't directly relate to having Theo's cock shoved in my mouth, cunt, and tits over and over again.
Once I set it in my head to do that - to try to not focus on my situation to instead focus on work - it was surprisingly easy. Thoughts of Theo faded away, and I sent emails, reviewed papers, talked to investors, redid wormhole simulations... it was just work. Familiar and routine. I felt like myself, as my thoughts turned entirely towards work once again.
It wasn't even in contrast to time with Theo, after a while. I was Dr. Darla Nobel, a woman with a physics doctorate and a mission to change the world through technology. I'd been that woman for a very long time - a lot longer than the week of becoming a rapist's plaything. It was an easy role to slot back into, and it was pleasant to do so. Easy to abandon concerns about that when you were considering modeling negative mass under various physics metrics to try to produce the most accurate result.
So, after maybe thirty minutes of fumbling around at the start of the day, hoping for escape - I got the exceedingly pleasant experience of being a physicist who wasn't currently being molested and made to listen to filthy smut and everything else.
Then, of course, came the lunch break.
I'd been sufficiently absorbed in my work that I probably would have just gone through lunch without eating - but then Theo opened the door. I'd forgotten to lock it when I returned from my brief, failed, traditional escape attempt. He was carrying a little plastic container with what was, in fact, a home made meal from either Grace or Penny, a smile on his lips as he closed the door behind him. My whole body went rigid, and I tried not to let my fear show on my face as he entered. "Not eating lunch?" He asked me.
"I-I get distracted with work sometimes," I said, as he approached me at my desk. He just stood there, looming over me, at the corner of the desk. I swallowed. He stared quietly, expectantly, at me. As if I should know what he wanted.
Probably for me to repeat some misogynistic drek, I thought, but that didn't really help, just resulting in a quiet little pulse of arousal to my clit.
"Aren't you going to offer me a seat?" He asked at last.
I glanced around my office, my eyes going to the multiple seats that were present for guests, and he just smirked in response, planting his hand on my head. Forceful. Dominant. Manipulative.
My hair is down because he ordered me to wear it this way, I mentally noted, sending another quick pulse to my clit. My glasses are off because he ordered me not to wear them. The fact that my freedom was curtailed and shaped by him was something I was now sharply aware of again, the fear crashing over me in heavy waves.
"I think I should sit at the desk, don't you? Being a boss may suit you when you're working, but right now, you're off the clock, enjoying your lunch break. And what does a woman like you do when she has free time?"
I wish I could say that his words were stomach churning. Maybe they were terrifying. But what I actually felt, hearing those words, understanding what he wanted me to say and do - it made me grow quickly wet as I looked up at him. My mouth opened, but no words came out, as I struggled to find the right words.
His hand landed on my chin. His thumb slid past my lips, playing with my tongue, while he cradled my chin. "Yes, that's right. You open your mouth for your man."
God, it was fucked up, but his words got me horny. I swallowed and...
And I gave up.
I suckled on his thumb like it was his cock. I looked up at him with lust-filled eyes as he quietly played with my tongue. My clit pulsed with each passing second. It felt more like teasing and edging than something intimate or playful, and I shuddered softly as I sat there.
There was no point in arguing with him, really. He could shut me up with a word. There was no point in fighting right now. I had no idea what the orders he'd given me were. I couldn't leave the building when I tried - I probably still couldn't, given that otherwise I might have left for lunch - and I probably couldn't even physically assault him. I was stuck here until whatever command he'd given me ran out.
That line of logic wasn't convincing to me, even at the time. I knew what it really was: I was beaten down and exhausted from a weekend of having my brain smushed and crushed and reshaped. I knew that if I was good, it would be over faster. Trying to fight just felt... tiring and pointless, by then.
"You look good like this, Darla," he told me, as he played with the inside of my mouth. I couldn't respond verbally. "Sitting there, staring up at me, doe-eyed and docile with something in your mouth. But you'd look even better on your knees, don't you think?"
God help me, I nodded in response. His hands on my head gently but firmly directed me out of my chair, down into the space under my desk.
There was no premise of roleplay, like there had been last time, with me as the sexy secretary and him as the boss. This time, it was just him as the boss, and me as the fuckslut. Dr. Darla Nabel, cocksucker, who obediently lets a man drag her down under her own desk, for what she knows is coming.
He let go of my head at that point, leaving me kneeling under the desk. I heard him crack open the plastic container, as he wedged my seat further, closer, tightening up the space around me.
He's not going to tell me to do it.
It's a test. To see if you're really domesticated and tamed yet. To see if you'll behave properly on your own.
You have to go along with it, or he'll just keep crushing you.
The argument felt hollow, even in the confines of my own mind. How many times was I supposed to 'give in' as a strategic retreat? When was he going to be lulled into a false sense of security, rather than just getting to fuck my mouth while I took it like a good little bitch?
But, it really didn't matter. My hands reached up to unzip his pants, and he raised his ass to make it easy for me to tug them down to his ankles. His bulge throbbed and pulsed against the confines of his underwear, and I was already growing wet staring at it. I swallowed in anticipation, some small part of me trying to think of something better to do than what I was about to - and then I tugged his underwear down, too. His hard cock burst into the open air, throbbing with energy, eager to get in my mouth.
He leaned forward at that point, hunching over my desk to eat. In the process, his cock smacked my face, smearing against my features, and my pussy clenched up. I just froze, letting the dick rub against my cheek, the scent intense in my nostrils as I just shuddered in place on my knees.
I swallowed, and at last, I shifted my body, leaning back, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, and slowly sliding forward.
My hand slid down in between my thighs, tugging up my skirt without my conscious mind's involvement. Play with yourself whenever you suck my cock echoed in my mind, as my nose soon got pushed into his pelvis.
His scent was thick in my nostrils, the feeling of his large, hard, erect cock in my throat having become a familiar and erotic thing by this point. Just having his dick in my mouth had been - slowly but surely - associated with sexual pleasure and arousal, even though it hadn't initially. Like getting into a new kink because your partner is into it.
My clit throbbed at that thought, and I gingerly teased it with my thumb and index finger, sending me over the edge, as I just came.
I couldn't even see his face, as I orgasmed with his cock buried in my throat. He didn't even seem to react, really - over my own choked moans, I could hear as he just casually kept eating away.
That only intensified my arousal, of course. I was being dehumanized, manipulated, abused, choked, fucked, dominated, enslaved - and he didn't even have the good graces to look at me as I sucked his cock under my own desk. He just chomped down on food made by another woman, while I glugged and slobbered on his dick. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth as I held myself down there, and to be honest, I wasn't even really thinking about his pleasure, or how best to give a blowjob, or anything. I was just thinking about masturbating.
I could masturbate in this position. Yes, he'd obviously fucked me a couple times in the morning before we had to leave for work, but this was the only way I could actually come from masturbating. I was in charge of my sexuality, in some small way, and I was going to take full advantage of it. My hand down in between my legs had started to frig myself, while my palm pressed against my pubic mound and my clit alike. My eyes rolled up as I looked up at him.
I didn't look the same as I had in the past. He'd forced me to let my hair down and to stop wearing glasses. I was wearing tastefully sexy clothes to work, and now I was choking on his dick, and he didn't even bother to look down at me as I held his cock deep inside my throat.
Those thoughts sent another pulse of pleasure down to my cunt, and I quietly spasmed around his dick as I came anew. Only choked noises could escape my throat around his dick - and then the door to my office swung open.
I froze, as much as I could, quietly twitching with a cock lodged down my throat. "Theo?" Came the voice of Lawrence. "I was looking for Dr. Nabel, have you seen her?" I didn't know what to do. My heart was hammering in my throat, my eyes wide, as I held myself in place. I couldn't actually stop myself from playing with myself, but I could at least halfway control myself, slowing the pace with which I frigged myself.
I started to pull back off his cock, but Theo planted his hand on the back of my head and forcibly directed me down. If I needed to breathe, I would probably have been in trouble by this point, but he obviously didn't care, as he just casually forced my face back down into his pelvis. I tried not to make too much noise gagging and sputtering on his dick.
"Ah, she was having some computer troubles," Theo explained. "I told her I'd take care of it while she went out for a lunch break. I can tell her that you came by, Lawrence."
"Huh. Didn't see her leave. Well, thanks, Theo," he said, as my eyes peeled back in their sockets and I came. Only by a pure, insane act of will did I stop myself from letting out a choked moan around his cock, instead just clenching up, every muscle simultaneously going rigid as I strained not to moan in pleasure on his dick. "Tell her for me, yeah? By the way-" He paused, closing the door behind him. "She's dressing differently lately, isn't she?"
Fucking hell, Lawrence. I'm your boss. Did every single man in the office secretly fantasize about fucking me or making me dress up in various stupid ways? Did changing my outfit for two days actually require him to take special notice and wonder after it?
I probably wouldn't have been so pissed about it if I had been the one choosing to dress that way, but I hadn't been, so I quietly fumed with Theo's cock in my throat.
"Yeah," Theo said. "Maybe she got a new boyfriend," he explained, continuing to hold me down in his pelvis. "Wants to dress up nice for him, you know."
"Yeah, could be. Damn, though. She's really, wow," he said.
Theo chuckled. "Yeah. Think they're real?" He asked.
They're talking about your tits. Theo is choking you out on his cock while chatting about how big your tits are with one of his coworkers.
"Hah. Man... hard to say. They're so big, they have to be fake, right? But why would a girl get fake tits if she was going to cover them up all the time? Guess she's starting to show them off now," Lawrence said, as he contemplated the question. "She never really struck me as the type to get fake tits, either, but then, I don't really know her that well. Plus, I guess I don't know what goes into a woman deciding to get fake tits in the end, anyway. My first wife had 'em, but she got them before we got together. They just seem like a pain in the ass; she had to have two additional surgeries because there were issues with them."
"Yeah," Theo agreed casually. "After we invent stable wormhole technology, the next great leap for mankind should be big, safe, soft, artificial tits," he explained, making Lawrence laugh.
I came again around Theo's cock, having to listen to this degrading, misogynistic, garbage. I just spasmed in place, trying my best to keep quiet on his cock, while he and Lawrence continued to chat about my breasts. Theo seemed dead set on making the conversation as crude as possible, which was presumably because he knew it would be humiliating, and therefore arousing, to me, but that knowledge didn't change how my body responded.
"I saw her leaning over in that shirt at one point," Theo said. "Goddamn, they're big, but when gravity gets involved, they look even bigger."
"Fuck. It is crazy, yeah," Lawrence agreed. "Seriously. If I wasn't married, I'd definitely think about taking a shot, to be honest. A genius like her, with a body like that?"
"Is she really that smart?" Theo asked, sounding sarcastic, denigrating, cruel, vicious. My clit, of course, pulsed in response to his words, even though I knew he was being a dick to force me to listen.
"Yes, she really is that smart. Haven't you read her white paper?"
"Nn, kinda went over my head when I tried. Never did learn to read physics equations."
"It's a theoretical model for wormholes which requires only forms of exotic matter that have already been identified and produced. By her equations, it should be possible for us to build wormholes with modern technology. Alien species that have visited Earth haven't even necessarily developed this tech," he explained.
"Honestly, I half figured she's full of shit and it'll never come to anything." I came again at that point. My brain was frying from being in this position, forced to listen as Theo casually degraded me while holding me in his pelvis. "You know, one of those companies, like Theranos or whatever."
"You think I would work here if that were the case? Come on, man."
"Well, here's hoping you're right," Theo said. "Otherwise, this company'll go under without ever making a profit."
"I am right, and if we successfully make stable wormhole technology, Empyreal will become the most valuable company on planet Earth."
"I'll be sure to save my stock, then," Theo said, making Lawrence snort.
"Sheesh. Can't believe you don't believe in this company. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. Well - I'm going to get back to work, tell Darla to call me when she gets back," he said, leaving my office and closing the door.
At that point, Theo tugged me up and off his cock. It took me a second to realize I should start gasping for air, and I promptly did so, sucking in deep, heaving breaths - which pushed my tits against my top, nipples hard and sensitive as they scraped against my bra. My vision was blurred, and tears stained my cheeks, as he smiled down at me, casually patting my cheek. "See, no matter how smart you are, Darla," he explained, in that sadistic, cloying voice, my whole body trembling in ambient arousal, "the most important thing about you is those fat tits of yours."
I was still masturbating, but now I couldn't come, just squirming on my knees in front of him. I didn't come up with any counterargument to his words, just whimpering softly as I stared up at him, tears stinging at my cheeks as waves of humiliation crashed over me like an aphrodisiac.
"Men see you, and they see a pair of big tits first, and a person second. The most important thing about you is your holes." I whimpered pathetically, still masturbating, my skirt hiked up to reveal my panties, where my hand was working myself over as I stared up at him. "Take off your bra, but not the top," he ordered me.
He'd picked out the bra for me that morning, so he knew I could do that. I just obeyed, raising my top, reaching under it, unhooking the bra. With some wiggling and working, I could get the bra out, and I just placed it on the floor, staring up at him, my lips parted. I'm sure I looked like the most pathetic creature in the world, but his cock just throbbed at the sight of me like that.
"I want you to say it."
"Suh, say what?" I asked, stupefied.
"That the most important thing about you is your holes and your tits."
He was violating my personal space, my life, with the clear and direct intent to humiliate me still further. My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched, but I knew that I would be stuck simmering unless I got to suck his cock again, so I said it. "The most important thing about me is my holes and my tits," I told him, the words exhaled like a sigh. My arousal climbed still further.
"Now give me a titfuck, and make sure to suck what of my cock pops out of your tits," he ordered me. I slid my top up, revealing the undersides of my breasts, and dutifully wrapped my tits around his cock. My fingers gripped my breasts from either side, adding an intense, compressive force to his cock, and he groaned and sighed, pushing his cock up deeper into the valley, the top popping out between my cleavage.
I had no real choice, at that point: I had to lean forward towards his cock, wrapping my lips around his cockhead, and slurping on it. As soon as I did, my fingers began to tease my nipples - not just giving him a titfuck, but playing with myself. That command appeared to still be in charge, here, and my arousal was high enough that it didn't take long for me to orgasm, letting out another muffled moan around Theo's cockhead.
He groaned in pleasure at that, obviously relishing this situation. Why shouldn't he? He was at work, on his lunch break, and getting his dick sucked by his boss, after he got done insulting her and her intelligence and her job and everything else. Tears started to sting in my eyes again, emotional ones rather than just a biological response to my gag reflex being repeatedly triggered.
I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't stop doing this, either.
"See," Theo began to speak again, and I already knew that what he was going to say was going to be some obscene, misogynistic garbage, but I didn't have any real choice but to listen. My mouth was stuck slurping on his cockhead, and my hands were busy massaging his dick while teasing my own nipples. "You love it," he told me. "It's common, for a certain type of woman. You have to be in charge and take control and run everything at work, but right now, you can just shut off your brain and be a cocksocket. It's so much more natural and easier for a bitch like you," he explained.
I just let out a muffled noise. I think it was agreement, but whether because I actually agreed in that moment, or just to satisfy him, I couldn't say.
I wasn't sure to what extent Theo wanted me to sincerely agree with it. Obviously, he had gotten very extreme with his dirty talk, over the short time we had 'been together,' but what was his end plan? Was it something like Penny, where I was companionable, but ultimately just a girl who was really into being humiliated and dominated? Or did he actually hope to brainwash me and convince me that what I really wanted in life was to quit my job so I could be his live in fuckdoll?
I didn't know. So I just kept sucking on the tip of his cock, while bouncing my tits up and down his length, grinding them in, playing with my nipples all the while, my arousal shooting up and up. I soon came again, moaning around his cock once more, and he just chuckled down at me.
"That's a good girl, Darla," he told me, reaching down to pat my head. "You're really getting good at using your body for its primary purpose, getting a man off." I mewled pathetically, my thighs wobbling against each other.
He's just getting worse and more extreme. He's just going to keep getting worse and more extreme.
My eyes peeled back in their sockets, and I came all over again, drooling around his cockhead as I jerked in orgasm, driven by a mix of the humiliation and terror of my own future. My thoughts bubbled to imagining what future Theo imagined for me - for us. Me, kneeling and sucking him off at his whim, of course, but also becoming completely sex-addicted, never thinking of anything but fucking from the moment I got home until the moment I returned to work. Being 'permitted' and 'allowed' some thin space to enjoy intellectual tasks at work, just because he wanted Empyreal to make a bunch of money, but only as much as was strictly necessary.
It may be my lunch break, but I would have been working if he hadn't come in here.
Bit by bit, he'd take away all my free time. He'd already rewired my brain in one way, and he'd do more, and worse, and I'd just miserably drool and slobber and thank him and-
I came again. This time, combined with the stimulation and my own thoughts, words came out of my mouth before my brain could stop them. "Famf fooo," I slurred out, genuinely thanking him for raping me and fucking my tits and humiliating me and stealing my desk and eating and- a second orgasm hit me in the midst of the first at that realization, as my whole body just quivered around his cock, my pressure on my own tits getting sharper around his dick, my nipples constantly stimulated by a rhythmic movement of my index and middle fingers around them.
At that point, Theo had one thing to say: "You're welcome." He blew his load, hot sprays of spunk splattering all over the inside of my mouth, and I eagerly gulped it all down, trembling in place down there, lost to the world, a dead-eyed slut for the moment. When he was finished coming, he sighed, tugging his dick out from between my tits. "Good work, bitch. Get yourself dressed and cleaned up," he noted, tugging on his underwear, then his pants. "Make sure you're presentable. And, since you're probably wondering, yes, you are allowed to put back on your bra."
I wasn't wondering, but that was at least good to hear. I dimly nodded from my position under the desk, grabbing the bra and starting to work it onto my breasts again, struggling to hook it in and get everything positioned properly without taking off my top.
By the time I was finished getting dressed, Theo was long gone. I wiped my face down with some tissues, hoping to get rid of any hint of spit and drool and tears. I used my phone as a mirror to try to make sure I was presentable, and I was glad I wore minimal makeup, because otherwise I would probably have looked like a total mess at that point.
I finally squeaked myself into my seat, feeling satisfied with my work to become presentable.
Almost immediately, Lawrence knocked on the door and glanced inside. "Darla," he said, giving me a smile. "You okay? Your eyes look red."
I could have told him that I'd been sucking Theo's cock under my desk.
Maybe, even, he would notice that behavior was strange from me. Maybe he'd say or do something to save me from my situation.
Maybe.
But then he'd know that I had been sucking Theo's cock while the pair of them demeaned me and reduced me down to my breasts and my body, and he would probably guess that I was into that.
So instead, I just said, "Yeah, I'm trying out contacts, I don't think I'm used to them yet."
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