Theo's cock pulsed in between my breasts as I looked up at him with fuckdrunk eyes. My fingers on my tits ground them into his cock, no longer out of purely mechanical obedience, but increasingly out of genuine arousal, a desire to chase my own orgasm. He just grinned as he looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. The porno was playing behind me, but for once in his life Theo appeared to want to pay more attention to the woman who was actually having sex with him than something else.
His hand reached down for my head, grasping a tangle of my hair and twisting my head back by it. I let out a hot breath of arousal. It didn't hurt, of course, but the manhandling excited that same part of me that was currently running the show. The part that enjoyed being brutalized and abused and mistreated. The part that was entirely inflicted upon me by Theo - but at this point I no longer really cared.
Resistance was futile.
I had given up.
"God, that's a good look in your eyes, bitch," he said. "Fuck... that expression, I've been wanting to see that expression for so fucking long. Was this all it really took? I tried to be nice. I guess there was never a point in that, when what you really wanted was to be put in your place, huh?"
I nodded in reply. There wasn't a point in resistance or consent. No point in leaving me to think, or have my own opinions, or take my own actions. The thing that really mattered here was simply him establishing his natural and complete authority over me. I was his bitch. Tits, ass, mouth, cunt: every single part of me existed to get him off.
"Let's hear some dirty talk, bitch. That mouth of yours has a use, doesn't it?"
Oh yeah, I'm allowed to dirty talk him now. I'm allowed to use my mouth to pleasure him in a way besides just sucking his cock. "Yes, sir," I said. "I give up. You win. You had won from the very beginning, but you let me believe that anything else was going on. That was such a silly idea, I think. A woman- a bitch like me, just deserves to get fucked and used and put in her place." The word spilled out, having been trained and programmed into me over the past days.
This simulacrum of a bitch was in charge, and she was loving it. Her breathing grew more ragged as she looked up at the man who had utterly and completely dominated her, and he just smiled down at her, a wicked grin on his lips. "That's a good bitch. I'm glad that you understand." His cock pulsed and throbbed in her breast, while she just stupidly smiled up at him. "I suppose a bitch like you would know better than a man how exactly to put a bitch in her place."
"No, sir," I said, avoiding the idea that I had opinions that were worth valuing. "A bitch like me doesn't know anything. She only knows how to get used. You were just tricked by feminist bullshit into thinking that my consent, my opinions, my feelings matter. They don't. They really, really don't. What matters is you and your domination and your control and your desires. My feelings are just an asterisk. And oh, by the way, this bitch is enjoying herself, too, don't forget. Whatever you do, it always makes me come, and that's the most important thing to a bitch like me. Coming and coming and coming."
Theo groaned in arousal at my words and grabbed the back of my head, just shoving me into my own tits. "There you go, that's what I want to hear. That's a good bitch," he told me, his cock throbbing and pulsing in my breasts. I just slurped and sucked on the part of his cock that was in my mouth, my tongue sliding out and licking at the tip of his length. He tasted salty and serene on my tongue.
The part of me that wanted to resist, that had tried to resist was quiet now. Sleeping. Stuck somewhere in the back of my head where it couldn't cause me any more problems. I just surrendered and let him direct me, let him shove my face right into my tits. I couldn't see his expression given the angle, but I hoped it was a happy one.
No, that's not quite right. There was a small part of me that still wanted to fight, that was still aware of what was being done to me. But she only contributed an intensification of arousal as she realized just how defeated she was, the loss she was taking. She wasn't even in charge of her own body anymore. And that, of course, only made her come that much faster. Moaning into her own breasts. Moaning around the cock of her rapist. Moaning about what a pathetic, misogynistic bitch she was.
My whole body shivered and spasmed, my fingers tightening up their pressure on my breasts, in the process stimulating Theo still further. He groaned, his fingers in my hair, pushing me down further into my own tits, as if trying to smother me in them. "Stop titfucking me and just take it in the throat, bitch," he breathed out, his voice ragged with arousal. I immediately moved to obey, my throat soon wrapping around his cock. My hands remained on my tits, molesting them, fingers groping and squeezing and playing with my own nipples. The pathetic misogynistic bitch who was in charge of my body at that point was smart enough to understand. Her master had ordered her to masturbate whenever he had his cock in her mouth, and now she was doing it, even though she was no longer titfucking him.
Her master. That's what her brain offered up as the term for Theo. Not her boyfriend, not her partner, not even her dominant, like Penny would sometimes say. Her master. And wasn't it just exactly right? She was a slave, unable to resist. And now that she had found bliss in submission, she could just enjoy it and lose herself in the reality of her newfound slavery. Surely to be a willing slave was better than to pointlessly and fruitlessly resist, wasn't it? Surely it was better to just accept my new place in life as Theo's personal cocksocket.
It wasn't like resisting had gotten me anything after all. It had only gotten me more and more humiliation, more and more crushing of my freedom and my capacity to resist. New orders, each one worse than the last.
No, it was better to just accept my new place in life and give up.
The part of me in the back of my brain that still remembered it didn't want to be Theo's slave recognized how completely I was giving in... and that recognition made me come.
That was just how I was being rewired. How I was being reprogrammed.
The part of me that was willing to accept, to give in, to recognize Theo's superiority and his control? That part of me actually appreciated it. It wasn't as if her brain had shut off, it was just that she had given up on fighting back. So she recognized how total Theo's control over her really was. She admired it, even.
He didn't even know that she was Andromeda, and yet he had turned her into this.
Andromeda, that's right. I'm a superhero. I can't just turn into his cocksocket.
Can't you? Haven't you already adopted exactly that position in life?
I moaned pathetically, and then he peeled me up and off his cock altogether, letting me gasp for air, delirious with arousal. Now that I didn't have his cock in my mouth, my masturbation was pointless - I wasn't permitted to come under such circumstances. But I didn't stop anyway, staring up at him, silently pleading for him to shove his cock right back into my throat, my tongue lolling out, desperately stretching out towards the erection that I could see but not touch.
"You're one horny bitch, huh?" He asked and I nodded, letting out a pathetic little whimper. "Tell me you're sorry for ever trying to go against me," he told me.
"I'm sorry for ever trying to go against you," I desperately gasped out, the words sincere in the moment.
He smirked in response, a cruel smile on his lips. "That's right you are," he told me. He casually tried to backhand me, and once again, he let out a hiss of pain as he was forced to deal with the fact that my skull was as hard as neutronium. "Fuck," he hissed. "Actually, wait - slap yourself," he ordered me and I obediently did exactly that, my hand striking my face. There was only the tiniest sting of pain from it. It wasn't as if he'd ordered me to strike myself hard, but I guess that it in some way penetrated my protective shield.
My fucked up brain provided an idea of what to say and it came out despite myself. "Do you want me to hit myself again, Master?"
He laughed at me, then just shoved me right down his cock, my throat soon swelling with his length. "You broke fast, huh? I guess once you realize that there really is no escape, you just give up, huh? It's understandable. You'll be happy once you accept that you're going to live the rest of your life as my compliant cocksleeve. And it seems like you've done exactly that."
His villain monologue didn't even bother me at this point. Not out of the cliche, or annoyance, or... anything, really. Of course he got the right to gloat. He'd beaten me, hadn't he?
Yes, if I just gave up on fighting back, if I just gave up on being a person, on having a will of my own, it was so easy, so simple. My mouth was being thrust up and down his cock, used like a masturbation aid as he just jerked off with my throat. And as long as I accepted it, as long as I didn't resist or think or contemplate myself as a person, it was good. One of my hands slid down my stomach towards my cunt, beginning to frig myself the way that I liked, the other continuing to play with my breast was how forceful he was with my mouth and the inadvertent edging he had put me through when his cock had left my mouth.
I came fast, moaning pathetically around his cock, each deep thrust serving to cut off the noises I was making. Again and again, my moan would turn into just a gag and again and again he'd just thrust deep inside me.
At least he's not watching the TV anymore. At least he's paying attention to me.
That's because he's defeated you.
And?
I didn't get much chance to continue the mental argument because at that point he held me down in his pelvis and just came, groaning as he blew his load deep, deep inside of my throat. He shuddered and jerked and spasmed as he unloaded. And when he was finally finished, he peeled me up and off his dick, just admiring my kneeling form. "What do you think I should do with you now, bitch?" He asked me.
The girl who was controlling my body, she knew what she had to do to get an orgasm, which was to debase herself as completely and totally as possible. The words spilled out without any hesitation or second thought. "You should claim my asshole, master. I've never had anal sex before, but you deserve to take that virginity from me."
My cunt spasmed around nothing, denied orgasm at my own debasing request that Theo take my anal virginity. That my rapist take my anal virginity. That I was asking for it sincerely. That I was offering it up on a silver platter for him. I still knew our situation. I still understood it. But that just intensified the sensations of arousal. And at this point, I wasn't fighting back. I was just giving in deeper and deeper, falling into the pathetic oblivion of becoming Theo's obedient little rape pet.
It felt so good, so easy. I could just forget all about fighting back, about resistance, about identity or self-worth or any words like that. I could just accept that I was his bitch, that I was going to be his bitch for the rest of my life, that I was a cock sleeve, that I would say every degrading and depraved thing he wanted me to, that from now on, my life was going to be a script that he wrote for me.
At that point, I was no longer even aware that there was any part of me that had resisted, that would resist, that didn't want this. It felt like my entire being sang with a single passionate desire to just obey.
Theo, for his part, finally turned off the television, grabbing a tangle of my hair and dragging me along like a dog - like a bitch, I thought, another treacherous spasm of arousal accompanying the idea - across the ground, through his house, back to his bedroom. He dragged me onto the bed, shoved my face into the pillows and got up behind me as I laid there, ass in the air, waiting for him, waiting for what I knew was about to come.
At least he's lubed up, was all that the part of me that didn't want this could manage to offer up. She'd been shoved in a closet and her opinions were not valued.
In some sense, they were stupid too. Her cognition was breaking down, maybe, with how little of my brain power was being put to maintaining her. It didn't matter whether or not he was lubed up. I was tougher than titanium. At most, he'd hurt himself. If she really didn't want this, then wouldn't she want that? Wouldn't she want it to be painful for him? Stupid bitch, I spat at her.
I didn't have too much time to enjoy arguing with myself about how idiotic I was, because Theo had pointed his cock right at my asshole and began to sink inside. His hands just gripped onto my hips for dear life as he shoved himself into a new hole. I twitched in response to the forcible entrance, the alien sensation of being turned inside out like that starting to drive me wild. My whole body jerked and I gasped for air around the pillows as my reality narrowed down to the sensation of being anally violated by Theo.
The fact that I had never had anal sex before intensified it all for me. It created a sort of fucked up added novelty to it. See, I'd had vaginal sex before, I'd given blowjobs before, I'd done titfucks before, but I'd never had anal sex before. As a consequence, I had no idea how good it was supposed to feel - or how bad, as the reputation for it went for women. All I had was this experience.
And this experience was fucking amazing. Humiliation, arousal, the way that I had finally just given in making all of it wash over me, drowning me, smothering me. My thoughts turned into mushy goop. My identity narrowed even further. I was no longer just a cocksleave - I was now an anal fucktoy for my master.
Every hole belongs to him. You belong to him. Body, mind, soul, you are his property.
It wasn't so much an argument as a statement of a simple reality. Whatever part of me was still holding on to an identity as a woman who didn't exist to get used by Theo to jerk off with? She didn't even argue. I was his property at that point. He could do whatever he wanted to me.
His cock continued its long slow slide into my asshole and my whole body twitched in spasm took place. My fingers bunched up on the bedsheets beneath me, while Theo just drove himself ever deeper inside me. "That's a good bitch. Now that you've accepted your new position in life, you're so much happier, aren't you? Wasn't it so fucking stupid to try to escape me? To try to set boundaries?" I nodded and he responded by spanking me. "Speak up, bitch."
"Yes, Master, I exist to be used as your rape toy. I can't resist you. I never will resist you. I am your property to masturbate with. My mouth, my tits, my ass, my cunt - every part of me is just a hole for you to jerk off with. It doesn't matter who I am. It doesn't matter that I have a doctorate, or that I'm the CEO of Empyreal. What matters is that you want to fuck me, and so you will."
"That's right," he agreed immediately. "Fuck yeah, it's so fun to do it with you knowing what I'm doing to you. To see you just break down like this is so delicious. It's almost enough to tempt me to let Grace and Penny know what I've done to them. But honestly, I like them how they are. You can have your own unique flavor. Isn't that nice?"
"Yes, Master. I'm thankful that I get to have my own unique identity as your cocksocket."
At that point he finally managed to get all the way inside of me, his balls slapping against my cunt, prompting me to immediately orgasm. I just jerked and spasmed wildly. My brain seemed to fry under the pressure, while Theo relished watching me completely annihilate myself.
"This is really fun, Darla. I didn't like the bit where you started to feel all half-hearted about it. It was really nice on our first night together, when you didn't realize anything was up. You were so eager. It was cute, sexy. Too bad you were too smart to maintain that level of blissful ignorance. But I guess you'll get to have a new kind of blissful knowledge. Your mouth shut up by your master, but your mind always knowing exactly what he did to you."
I whimpered as I came all over again. My brains felt like they were dripping out of my wet cunt as an orgasm hit me in the midst of his monologue. He casually smacked my ass.
I was defeated, utterly and completely. I was surrendering, as much as I possibly could, and it felt so good. It felt so good to give up like this, to really, truly surrender. The part of me that wanted to stand up for herself was being crushed beneath the reality that standing up for herself hadn't gotten her anything but worse and worse treatment. That if she was a good bitch for her master, she would have gotten lots of nice sex and he would have given her all sorts of nice little headpats and sweet treatment as he pretended to be her boyfriend, rather than her mind controlling rapist.
It was easy to conceptualize myself that way. The surrendering part was in control, and to the surrendering part of me, I was property, I was a pet, I could be controlled and dominated however Theo wanted. For her, my ideal future life wasn't one of freedom or dignity, but one where Theo was nice to me and let me keep my job let me pretend to the world outside that I was an independent woman rather than just Theo's obedient fuckboy who could be made to strip herself naked and suck on demand no matter where Theo felt the urge.
The thought that in the middle of the business day, Theo could drag me out in front of my entire company and make me suck his dick, that they wouldn't know anything was wrong with me, was a humiliating realization that sent waves and waves of pleasure through my body. That mental image, combined with the feeling of Theo slowly beginning to slide out of my asshole, was enough to make me come, hard.
"Goddamn, you've got a tight ass," he told me, as he paused his withdrawal, just groaning as my sphincter tightened and loosened around his cock. "So, how does it feel to lose your anal virginity, Darla? Does it feel good?" I nodded, faintly moaning into the pillows, and he just laughed, grabbing a tangle of my hair and yanking me up by it. My whole body twitched and jerked as I continued to cough. My face was a mess of spit and tears, but to Theo I was beautiful. I was this beautiful statuesque bitch.
That word, statuesque, summoned to mind a memory from the Lancelot-Grail; there is a story where a king has a secret statue of a beautiful woman made, which he engages in various carnal relations with. She's put away in a secret room, and nobody knows about what he does other than him and God. There wasn't anything in particular about the story, though. It was just the thought that I was that statue that really affected me. I moaned pathetically as I came again.
Theo was oblivious to all my thoughts. "Come on, Darla. I want to hear it. I want to hear how you feel as you get your ass fucked."
"I feel like your property," I told him, my voice warbling with arousal. "I feel like a thing like I'm just a- a statue that you fuck," I got out, before coming.
He groaned in pleasure, doing his best to ram his pocket side of him. Given how tough and muscular I was, he could only do it intermittently when my asshole released its tight grip on his thaw. Of course, it felt good for him, judging by the way he groaned into my ear as he shoved himself all the way inside of me. "A statue?" He breathed out in my ear as he bottomed out inside me. "Somebody has a high opinion of herself."
My mouth worked at the air, only more noises of pleasure escaping it for a few seconds, but eventually I managed to put together something coherent. "No, a statue is the perfect word to describe me. It's not like a fucktoy. When people see me they won't assume that I'm an object of your pleasure. They'll just see your beautiful girlfriend, but the reality is that I'm nothing but your property that you use me to jerk off with, and that I'm so, so thankful you do so."
Those words enticed Theo far enough to make him bottom out inside of me, groaning as he just blew his load. He slammed my face back into the pillow and just lost himself in the moment. "Fuck yeah. Fuck you. There we go."
I shuddered beneath him on the bed, a recipient of his cum, unable to speak or resist, just losing myself in the moment.
When he finished, he grunted and peeled himself out of me. "Fuck, I can't let you go right now." The part of me that was mostly quiet and small in the back of my mind, a part of me that still recognized this was wrong and not at all what I wanted, worried for a moment that he was worried I would run away, that he was about to lock my brain up even deeper. Luckily, his actually reasoning was soon made clear: "Then I wouldn't get to fuck you anymore. You can call in sick to work for one day, right?"
I could, except- "I didn't bring my phone."
"Ah, you can use mine. Don't worry, bitch. Stay right there until I tell you otherwise," he told me, leaving me face the pillows, ass in the air, his cum deposited deep, deep inside of me as he went to find his phone. I was left alone with my thoughts, but at that point I only wondered what they would do to me next and how many times I would come.
He gave me a little script, wrote it up himself, forced me to call Lawrence on his phone and read it out. It wasn't a particularly interesting script - just, you know, we were working on a thing together, it's easier if I don't come in today. I didn't have any ability to choose what I said to Lawrence. He simply wrote it out on a piece of paper and I read it, word for word, at his behest.
If Lawrence suspected anything, it was only that I was actually having nookie with Theo. There was some hint in his voice of that, but he didn't actually ask the question, which was fortunate because I couldn't have answered anyway.
Once the call was done, Theo looked down at me, his fingers idly sliding around my back. Admiring my naked body as I remained compliant and waiting on the bed. As I waited for him to use me once again.
"Go make me some breakfast, Darla," he said, as he casually plopped his body down on the bed, lying there to catch his breath. He was a little shiny with sweat from the exertion of fucking my ass so hard. I just got up from my position walking towards his kitchen, getting ready to prepare him another breakfast. I'm sure it wouldn't be to his liking, since I really wasn't much of a cook, but it didn't matter.
I understood on a deep, deep level at this point, that the point of making me make breakfast wasn't getting something to eat without putting in effort. It wasn't that it actually benefited him in any way; he probably could have made a better breakfast for himself, honestly, since he knew what he liked better than I did, and I did not know anything about cooking.
No, the point was that he was demonstrating his power over me, his natural sovereignty and total dominion over his bitch boss, who was currently just his bitch.
That thought sent quiet little spasms down to my clit, and I marinated in it, rather than trying to run away or think about other things. I was stuck naked as I prepared peanut butter toast, a bowl of cereal, and a tall glass of ice water for his breakfast. The part of me that dreamed of independence and her own life was still quiet at this point, even though she was no longer getting directly fucked. She just found it easier to yield to the part of me that accepted what was happening to me, that admired it, that relished it, that wanted to drown it.
I am Theo's property. I don't know how he did it. I can't even ask. But it doesn't really matter, does it? He defeated me more than any supervillain could ever have hoped to. Isn't it better that I lose to him than someone else? Isn't it good to just lose any semblance of a personal life, if I get all these orgasms in return? Isn't it beautiful how brilliantly he's dismantled my mind that even now, even in the confines of my own brain, I'm willingly going along with his framing and his desires?
The version of me that had given up all hope was still intelligent. She could still appreciate the brilliance of Theo's dismantling of her own will and personality. In fact, she could appreciate it much more than the one that kept fighting back and resisting.
It was honestly beautiful: he hadn't actually changed my personality or will, not in any way I could tell, yet he had completely defeated me on the inside and out. The pleasure of submission and humiliation. The fruitlessness and frustration of resistance and independence. A carrot and a stick that was reshaping me even now. Slowly but surely grinding away any hope of resistance and any desire for it.
This isn't me, that small part of me still resisting thought.
No, but it's going to be.
That sent another electric spike of pleasure down through my body directly to my clit, and Theo's personal fucktoy carried her master's food back to the bedroom. She was even smiling.
There was no point in putting on any other expression. Not when she was so happy.
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