Penny was her normal perky self, even in the context of eating dinner wearing nothing but an apron, another woman at the table and completely naked. She somehow managed to treat the entire situation as totally normal - she had that kind of bullheadedness that made this kind of thing easy for her.
For me, of course, I was naked and quietly eating and had basically been browbeaten into agreeing to pay another woman to be my (involuntary) boyfriend's personal bangmaid. I hadn't complained, so I guess she could ignore it, but I couldn't. I could only marinate in the simple reality, which of course had its by this point predictable impacts on my body, my sex growing slick, my nipples growing increasingly hard as I ate, a flush running across my face as Theo eyed me up.
"Ah, Darla, I actually did want to ask you something! If it's okay, that is?"
"It's fine," I said. Just automatic politeness.
"I just was curious about what got you so interested in wormholes in the first place! I actually did read your white paper, though it was ten months ago - sorry! If I'd known that Theo was going to invite you to Lucky Ladies, I totally would have read it again! A lot of it went over my head, but it was interesting. I would never have thought of using an integral like that."
Surprisingly enough, the constant humiliation-arousal simmer declined at her words. After all, she was giving me something else to think about. "Ah. I was reading, you know, some other wormhole equations - Visser - and the thought just sort of came to me. What if I switched these terms? Could I get around the negative mass problem that way?"
"And then you realized you could? Wow!"
"Well, no, actually. The first time I did it, it absolutely didn't work out," I said. Penny smiled at that, letting out one of those friendly little laughs and clearly wanting me to go on. I decided to go on, explaining my thought process, and the half-dozen ideas that didn't end up working. Penny cooed at some of them, obviously disappointed to find out they didn't work out. She asked questions that made it clear that, despite her bubbly personality, she read my white paper and actually understood it.
It was nice, actually. I'd gotten something of a break from Theo's constant sexual harassment at work that evening, but even then, I'd pretty much hidden in my office out of fear he'd see me and order me into this or that. Now I was having a fun, nerdy social conversation with another woman. I managed to forget I was naked, and even that Penny was almost naked, as we kept talking like that. We were just two geeks talking about wormholes, and that was the sort of social situation I was the most comfortable with in the entire world.
"Penny?" Theo interrupted, and Penny turned his way with interest, her smile never leaving her face. She clearly didn't mind the interruption at all, even if I only resisted the urge to glower at him because I feared he'd punish me with some new degrading order. "Seeing you in that outfit, bouncing in your seat, gave me a huge erection."
So what? When it wasn't targeted at me, Theo's routine crassness didn't cause any sort of sexual excitement - just annoyance. I kept my face blank and my eyes on Penny, hoping she'd tell him to wait and that she was in the middle of the conversation.
"Sorry, Darla," she said instead. "Theo gets like this sometimes, you know how he is. You can't blame a guy for getting horny when he's watching a girl he likes!" Some of my annoyance must have crossed my features, and she completely misinterpreted it. "Oh! Sorry, I mean, two girls he likes, of course! You're the girlfriend, I get it, absolutely, ma'am," she said, hurriedly trying to correct her faux pas. "Um. I'll just suck his dick now, sorry to offend you."
"You didn't-" I started, but stopped myself. I didn't even complete the finish before Penny got up to get under the table to suck his cock. I couldn't even say my actual complaint anyway, and it was probably better that Theo thought I was just jealous than that he realized what was actually happening. Wet, sloppy noises emanated from under the table as Penny started to desperately suck Theo's cock, the man himself just leaning back to casually pet Penny. He didn't even bother to look at her - or me. He was looking halfway at the ceiling, leaning back in his seat and just enjoying himself.
A king in his castle, utterly confident as he casually got sucked off by one woman, while another one - who herself was completely naked - quietly ate her meal and didn't complain.
That, of course, sent sparkles to my clit. My arousal climbed as I had to just sit there, eating, listening to Theo's intermittent groans and Penny's constant, desperate slurping. Her blowjobs sounded more enthusiastic than mine, hums and moans and gasps mixed in with slurps and gulps and licks, like sucking him off was the sexiest, funnest thing she'd ever done.
I used my power to look through the table, and saw that she was actually masturbating, one hand in between her thighs, as she sucked him off. Her arousal was spiking as her eyelashes fluttered, and I felt sympathetic spikes of myself, being forced to watch the whole obscene situation, being quietly humiliated by my nominal boyfriend getting sucked off by another woman right in front of me, while I couldn't do anything but listen and watch.
No, I was watching voluntarily. It wasn't like he'd ordered me to do that, and he didn't know I could see through the table to watch as Penny gave him the most enthusiastic blowjob of her life. I quickly turned off my power, trying to refocus on eating. Trying not to think too hard about the fact that I'd been actively staring at another woman giving Theo a blowjob, and getting aroused by it.
It's the control. It has to be something about the control. It makes you aroused by humiliation, and this is humiliating.
Of course, I was aware of that. Even my own head wasn't safe from the effect. But in this particular moment, in this particular situation - it meant more than just my own arousal at my own humiliation.
It meant I had started, automatically, unthinkingly, seeking out stimulation that further humiliated me.
It was a small thing, but staring at Penny bobbing on Theo's cock wasn't just marinating in my own thoughts. It was an action I'd taken, of my own volition, which had accomplished nothing beyond humiliating and arousing me, and I'd done it without prompting.
I tried to refocus on my meal, rather than Penny's sloppy, noisy blowjob.
Theo remained fortunately oblivious to my inner turmoil, just enjoying Penny's desperate sucking while paying her no mind.
Just treating her like a plaything. A toy. He's not worried about his partner's pleasure, he's a selfish ass-
As if to argue the point, Penny chose that moment to orgasm, moaning loudly around Theo's cock. I didn't manage to restrain the impulse, and I looked through the table again, watching as her hips bucked against her hand, as her eyes rolled up, and my own pussy wept with arousal. The intrusive thought arrived that I probably looked like that, sucking his cock. Another thought was that Penny was the prototype for what he was doing to me - that I'd wind up as happily dotingly submissive as her, if I wasn't careful.
No, that's not possible. She's oblivious to what happened to her. As far as she's concerned, she met a dominant guy and has incredible sexual chemistry with him and has orgasmed more with him than the entire rest of her life. Of course she'd be affectionate with him. He doesn't even treat her that poorly, does he?
Did he? It was actually hard for me to figure out if Theo treated Penny or I 'poorly,' even though of course I'd been ordered around and fucked six ways from Sunday over the past few days. If you put aside the mind control - assume it's not real, it's self-delusion, it's something in the air - then was he treating me that poorly? Yes, he ordered me around, but it was relatively minor, wasn't it?
What absurd bullshit. Ignoring the mind control? Is that the mind control talking?
No. It was just my own brain trying to rationalize its own submission. If you can change a situation, you change it; if a situation is unchangeable, then your mind decides to figure out how to explain that it's totally fine instead.
The situation isn't unchangeable. You have to show him yourself without glasses after work tomorrow, but that's it. That's all you have to do.
Theo chose that moment to reach down for Penny's head, grabbing her hair. She let out a muffled noise of delight, as he began to roughly fuck her face. At that point, he finally looked down from his vague gaze at the ceiling to stare me dead in the eyes. I felt my cheeks glow as he roughly fucked another woman's mouth right in front of me, knowing I wouldn't complain.
I could complain. He hadn't ordered me not to.
But I wouldn't.
I could have gotten up and tried to leave the table. He hadn't ordered me not to do that, either.
But I didn't.
Instead, I sat there, my eyes locked on Theo's, my sex growing slick as he casually fucked another woman's mouth right in front of me, the wet glukking noises of her throat accompanied by similar wet noises emerging from her pussy as she frantically frigged herself.
At last, he finally groaned, ejaculating straight down Penny's throat as he held the other woman down in her pelvis. When he was finished, Penny smoothly popped off his cock with a little wet noise. She panted for breath, still on her knees in front of him. "Thank you, sir," she said.
He glanced down at her, smirking. "No problem. That was good. You can go back to talking about whatever with Darla again," he said, as she leaned forward to tuck his cock back into his pants.
It took Penny a few seconds to get up and back into her seats, obviously a bit wobbly from a mix of the orgasms and being on her knees for a while. She drank down her glass of soda for a few seconds, then let out a soft sigh. "Ah... sorry, Darla. You know how Theo gets! He's got a really high sex drive, huh? I guess that's part of why he's so good at sex - lots of practice!"
Theo just smirked. "I also do my own research," he said. "Not as much lately, now that I have such great practice partners, though."
Penny just giggled at that comment, responding to it with a warm smile. "That's true. You've definitely been getting plenty of practice with me and Grace. Oh, and Darla too, I assume?" She added, not entirely sure.
"Darla and I just got together, but I'm sure I'll have plenty of chances to practice with you," he said, his eyes landing on my bare tits.
"Y-yes, sir," I agreed, feeling a pulse in my clit as I fidgeted in my seat.
It was hard to get back to the conversation with Penny, even if it had briefly been so nice to just completely forget about Theo's existence.
* * *
When we finished with dinner, the three of us wound up sitting on the couch. Only Theo got to wear actual clothes, of course - Penny was still almost naked, and I was still actually naked. We were seated on either side of him, as he grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV. After a few minutes of channel flipping, he found his way to YouTube on my system - and then found what he wanted to watch.
A three hour video about the history of the "T'au Empire." For just a second or two, I hoped it was at least some historical empire I'd never heard of, maybe from Africa or South America. That might have at least been educational.
Then a bunch of blue aliens showed up on screen, and the words "In the grim darkness of the Forty First Millennium" left the narrator's lips, and I knew it absolutely wasn't.
I let out a sigh as the realization hit me. In response, Theo casually pawed my breast, fingers digging into the supple flesh. It might have been an attempt to punish me, or maybe just he was horny, or maybe to give me something to distract me from the boring television he was making us all watch, but all I could do was let out a hot pant as my cunt started oozing onto my couch.
Penny spoke up in his defense - or maybe in mine? It was hard to really tell. "I know, I was kind of bored by this stuff originally too - sorry, Theo!" Penny added quickly. "But when the person you like is into something, you end up getting into it too, you know? Just give it a chance!"
I couldn't say much of anything, as he casually pawed at my tit. On screen, they were babbling about the Ethereals and the Fire Caste and the Water Caste, talking about their ancient society, and I simply could not care. Luckily, I also couldn't have focused even if I did care. Being pawed at by Theo while he returned his attention back to the television - not even looking at me as he abused my tit - was its own fresh humiliation, which predictably began to send my arousal spiralling up to the moon, my pussy just gripping and squeezing around nothing as I sat there, legs wobbling underneath me.
I could see out of the corner of my eye as Penny watched the TV with rapt attention. She was still wearing that ridiculous naked apron, but unlike me, she was completely comfortable in this position.
If you weren't so aware of what he'd done to you, maybe it would be easier? Maybe every time he touched you, you could process it as something other than humiliation and degradation. Maybe it'd be easier.
Fuck. I'd been under his control for just a few days, and my treacherous brain was already trying to rationalize my slavery. That thought, naturally, sent another spike of arousal through my system, my mouth opening and closing for a moment as I quivered in place. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, my pussy just leaking all over the seat as I breathed through my nose.
I'm going to come from a guy molesting my tit as he watches some dumb lore video for some ridiculous sci-fi setting.
That thought was what pushed me over the edge. If you'd asked me to come up with something humiliating Theo might make me do, I'd have thought of public sex or some type of exhibitionism, maybe making me dress up in something ridiculous like a pink maid outfit or wear a collar. This was somehow some fresh, unpredictable humiliation, one I never would have thought up on my own. Combined with the hand roughly groping my breast, it was too much to hold back on the orgasm, and I just moaned and quivered in the seat, squirming as I jerked in place.
"Theo," Penny said, her voice a quiet hush, "maybe Darla would be happier if you just had her suck your cock?"
"Shush," Theo told Penny, who obediently shut up. My clit pulsed as I wondered if Penny now had to shut up, since it was an order, or if she did so voluntarily. "It'd distract me too much, and I'd end up having to watch it all over again."
You don't have to watch it at all. You can do literally anything else.
I just bit my lip awkwardly as I strained not to orgasm.
It didn't help, of course. On the contrary, as the video went on... and on... Theo shifted his grip on my tit in a dozen different ways, each one clearly intended to send fresh waves of pleasure through my body. I was being forced to orgasm, over and over again, as some stupid grognard babbled about the prehistory of a fictional space empire, and the person who was molesting me was barely paying me any mind.
By the end of the video, I'd come several dozen times - no, probably more like fifty or sixty times, trying to count it up. I mused that at least I'd been spared from learning too much about the T'au, thanks to my brain getting turned into slush by the waves of orgasm. I knew they were blue, and had some big old Y thing in the middle of their faces, and... actually I did absorb an unpleasantly large amount of information, with names like "Kroot" and "Gue'vasa" rolling around the inside of my head as the video finished off. It was doubly humiliating to realize that, and one final little orgasm hit me then.
Theo finally let go of my breast at that point, leaving me to just sit there as he stood up and stretched. I was soaked in sweat, quivering on the couch. I didn't even trust my own legs to bring me to my feet at that point, so I sat there, gasping for air. "You look nice, Darla," he told me, a smirk on his lips. "Very nice. What do you say?"
I was stuck sitting there, mouth hanging open, my eyes loosely focused on him. Penny leaned over to me. "He wants you to say thank you. He made you come a whole bunch, you know?"
"Ahm... right. Thank you," I said. I'd spent the past three hours marinating in constant orgasms, while he'd paid me no attention at all. I could see the erection straining at his pants, and realized he actually had been holding back.
Somehow, it stung, just a little, to think that he found me less interesting than that stupid video.
He's probably just pretending. He probably was thinking about you the whole time, otherwise how could you have come so much? He was just pretending to ignore you. He definitely does that. He acts like he's neglecting you, but you've barely gotten the chance to step outside his immediate presence over the past few days. It's a play act to help fry your brain.
It was a soothing thought, which in turn was its own fresh sort of humiliation. I really genuinely preferred that he paid attention to me than the video. He was raping me (probably), molesting me, mistreating me, slapping me around, forcing me to hire his personal bangmaid, and I still wanted him to pay attention to me.
"You look like a mess, Darla. Go take a shower," he ordered, and I really had no choice, standing up and stumbling into the bathroom, heading straight for the shower. It was directly attached to my bedroom, which meant I could hear as he brought Penny into the bedroom. I'd left the bathroom door open because I'd expected him to follow after me, but instead it meant that - even as I turned on the faucet and warm water started to cascade over me - I could hear as he shoved his cock into Penny and started to fuck her on my bed.
She came fast and hard, obviously. How could it be any other way? Her pussy must have been amazing, for how Theo groaned and grunted atop her, the mattress squeaking as he roughly fucked her.
Maybe he's being loud on purpose. You know, to humiliate you, and keep frying your brain with the resultant arousal.
I could convince myself of that on the lore video - I couldn't convince myself of it when it came to fucking another woman in my bed. As I washed myself off with soap and warm water, I used my powers to see through the wall, and I could see him groping Penny's tits, mashing them together and then leaning forward to suck on her nipples. "Oh, oh, Theo, ahm," Penny moaned happily, and then came again, fingers grasping the back of her head as he fucked her.
Is he being nicer to her than he is to you?
I honestly couldn't have answered that question. Maybe it was even definitionally impossible: if he smacked my face and ordered me to suck his cock, I'd feel humiliated and angry but have to suck him off anyway as unwanted waves of arousal cascaded through my body; if he did the same to Penny, she'd smile and get down on her knees and slurp him off eagerly. Part of what made an action seem cruel and degrading was how the person thought about it, and Penny obviously thought she was in a loving D/s relationship with him, even if she had to be his side piece.
My arousal continued to climb as I watched the scene through the wall. I gave up entirely on washing my body at that point, just standing in the warm water. The first time that I'd showered with Theo - when I still didn't properly appreciate what had happened to me - came to mind. Kneeling in front of him and washing his cock with my tits. That position was something I was now longing for. The undivided attention of the man in question. Even though I was reasonably sure he had done something to my head, I couldn't help but feel the sting of being ignored, the sharp pain of being treated as his second choice. It was fucked up. I should have seen Penny's position not as something humiliating to me, but a momentary sparing from Theo's attention.
I hadn't even been in this position that long - a few scant days of my brain being slowly cooked by the soupy arousal Theo kept me stewing in. Or maybe I was just too insecure in general? You'd think I wouldn't be - but I guess that anybody can be, when they're treated like this.
Was this some new part of the control mechanism? Some sort of - sense of jealousy, of insecurity, when he paid attention to another woman? Or was it just the reality that this was intensely humiliating, the thing I would definitely have never stood for from any man just a week ago?
If he's not mind controlling you, you can stomp out there and tell him to stop. Tell him you don't like sharing him. Set a single boundary.
Rather than doing that, though, my hand thoughtlessly found its way to my groin, two fingers slipping inside, my palm starting to pressure against my pubic mound and clit.
I was masturbating. He hadn't ordered that. I was so horny that I was masturbating to my rapist/boyfriend fucking another woman on my bed, to the humiliation of being ignored by him, to the squeaky noises of the mattress as he rammed away, to the sounds of her calling out his name, to the way her legs wrapped around his hips.
That's probably what you look like when he fucks you.
I came to that thought - a pathetic wave of humiliation accompanying the intense pleasure, my pussy leaking all over my fingers as my body ended up pressed against the tile wall of the shower. I grabbed the shower head and pulled it out, using it to start stimulating myself still further. I was worked up. It was an impossible thing, from an objective point of view, but that was the reality, and I couldn't help but give into the sensations totally and completely, moaning against the wall.
I made myself come another half-dozen times. I came not just to the show, but to my own thoughts. It was a complicated mix of feelings. Insecurity - why isn't he paying attention to me? Am I worse? - combined sharply with humiliation - I'm masturbating anyway, I'm masturbating to the show rather than complaining. Where insecurity turned into humiliation and humiliation turned into insecurity wasn't something I could identify, and that crossover meant both felt like intense arousal. The worse I made myself feel as a woman, the better my cunt felt as a sopping wet hole that got aroused from being mistreated.
With that continuing boiling arousal, I ended up slumped down onto my ass in the shower, the shower head loosely cradled between my thighs, only vaguely splashing against my pussy at that point. When he finally finished with Penny, he casually strode over to the bathroom, naked, a grin on his lips as he saw me.
He knows what you've been doing.
He didn't order you to do this.
Maybe I really am just into it.
That last thought wasn't something rationally considered, but I didn't get much chance to think it over, because he just walked over to me and slapped his still-erect cock - still slick with another woman's juices - against my face. Both of their scents combined into something that was overpowering, as he smeared his rod across my features. "Open up Darla," he ordered, and my mouth fell open, no involvement from my conscious mind.
He then pushed his cock into my mouth, sliding it ever-deeper. The taste of Penny's pussy wasn't that different from my own, but it was still humiliating as he drove his dick into my mouth. My gag reflex spasmed, and he didn't bother to stop, just pushing and pushing, my throat getting used as a hot wet sheath for his cock as it spasmed. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked up at him, as he forced himself ever deeper into my mouth.
"Look at you," he breathed out. "Masturbating to the sound of me fucking another woman."
That's not it. That's not what it was. Was it? Can I really argue it wasn't? What else could it really be described as?
"You're into it, I can tell."
I'm not. I'm not. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged, and as I inwardly, futilely, pathetically, argued with his words. They had to be untrue. It was just the humiliation, the lingering arousal, his control, something like that. Yet, despite my brain's higher thoughts, my hand grasped the shower head again, and I started to grind my cunt against it.
"It's good, right? I'm going to be fucking you and Penny both, so it's good that you're into it." He groaned as he broke past my gag reflex all the way, his balls slapping against my chin, his thick rod plunged deep into my throat. "No need to be in denial about it. You're a masochist, Darla. It's fine to be into watching your boyfriend fuck another woman."
That's not what's happening, I tried to argue, but only to myself, and I couldn't even convince her of that. I just started to lick the underside of his cock, the rational part of my brain noting that the sooner I got him off, the better. My throat continued to spasm around his cock, my eyelashes fluttering softly as I worked him over. Pleasure continued to race up from my groin to my brain, my nipples perky, goosebumps beginning to spread across my bare skin as pleasure raced through me.
I came, letting out a strange noise, a mix of moaning and choking around his cock, and he peeled me up and off his length, his dick throbbing in front of my face as I moaned in pleasure. For a second, I thought he was going to blast ropes all over my face - but instead, he tugged the shower head out from between my legs, making me whimper at the loss of sensation.
I didn't resist his tug, though. I was stronger than him, and I still let him pull it away. The mind control? The instinct to conceal my secret identity? Or just the submission I was being operant conditioned into?
"I need a quick shower. You and Penny figure out a good way to greet me when I come back to bed, and then we'll all three tuck in."
I swallowed. "Y-yes, sir," I agreed, stumbling to my feet as I departed. I dried myself off, grabbed my glasses, and made my way back to the bed, where Penny was laying. Her skin was flush and lightly slick with sweat, the apron abandoned on the floor, and she was staring at the ceiling. "Um. Penny."
"Yes?" She asked, casually turning her head my way.
Was this an order? Was that why I was doing it? It was humiliating, that was for sure. "Theo said, um. He's going to take a shower."
"Okay," Penny agreed. She shifted on the bed, sitting up, noticing my awkwardness. "No need to be so shy. I understand I'm the other woman. You're the boss! Wait, you actually are the boss," she added, with a light laugh. "I mean - I was never in a relationship with Theo, you know? Yes, he is hot, but it's just sex, I promise."
I believed her - or at least, believed that was what she believed. I'm sure Theo could have just declared she was the girlfriend and I was the bangmaid and we'd both have no choice but to go along with her. "No, it's not that, it's- he wants, um-" it was like a damn interview, nerves making my mouth lock up, "-he wants, you know, for me to- for us to- to greet him, when he gets out of the shower."
"Oh! How?" Penny asked immediately.
"He didn't say- we're, you know, supposed to come up with it on our own. A... a last sex, before sleep," I explained.
"I see... hmm. Well, what do you think, Darla?"
"I- I don't know." Threesomes, of either kind, had never been my kink. "One of us on his face, the other on his cock?"
"Oh, Theo hates eating women out," Penny said with a dismissive wave. Of course he makes me suck his dick ten times a day and then refuses to reciprocate. "Besides, don't you think it'd be - you know, not that appropriate, really? He's so sexy because he's all dominant. Having him underneath us like that, I wouldn't even be able to see his face!"
"I don't know, this isn't- I'm not- I don't know stuff like this," I explained.
"Oh! Don't feel bad, Darla!" Penny got up and hugged me tight. Yes, we were both naked, but it was clearly completely nonsexual from her perspective. From mine, too. "Everybody has to have their first time at everything! Okay, hmm. We do both have huge breasts," she said, pulling back from the hug with a smile. "So we could do stuff that he can't do with Grace."
"Um, maybe I shouldn't ask, but-"
"Go ahead!"
"Who's Grace?"
"Oh!" Penny hesitated a moment. "Well, she works at Lucky Ladies too, and she's working on a medical degree," she explained. I had a sinking feeling that he'd experimented with whatever his mind control was on two other people before me. Maybe that was why Penny could talk about mind control, but I couldn't? "She's not that chesty, like I said, but she's Theo's woman too." She misinterpreted my expression as jealousy. "Ah... unless he broke things off with her? I don't know, maybe he did? Oh, but she still wears the choker, so probably not."
"Choker?"
"Well, she's- ah, it's a dominant-submission thing, but she's his slave, basically? It was her idea, don't worry," she said in a rush.
"What- whatever," I said, a tangle in my stomach. Her idea? Or his idea, implanted in her brain? Is there any reason to believe he can't change your head even more than he already has? Why not make you suddenly get obscenely horny to the idea of being his slave? A pulse hit my clit at that thought, the idea of being forced into that position. "We- what- you know- you've had threesomes before."
"Yes! Okay, I'll take the lead on this, ma'am!" She took a moment to think things over as I couldn't help but wonder what Grace looked like. Not as chesty, but what else? Presumably, she had some physical feature that attracted him? Or- no, given Penny and Grace were both stripping through college, and I was me- it had to be some kind of... bimbofication kink or whatever, right? Taking a smart girl and turning her into... into Penny.
Into me. I was just masturbating to him fucking another woman. He didn't order that. My clit pulsed at the intrusive thought.
"How about, you make out with him, while I give him a titfuck-blowjob? He can grope you however, and it means you get to kiss him. Oh! But you were just cleaning his cock off with your mouth, right?" She said it like she was talking about the weather. Is that my future? "So maybe go wash it out, or brush your teeth, or something like that," she said.
I headed back to the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and - yes - brushing my teeth. Somehow even that small action was twisted into something humiliating, my cunt seeping out juices over my inner thighs. I could see in the mirror as Theo casually watched from his position in the shower. I could see his erection, hard as his hand casually stroked it. Even as I brushed my teeth, there was the tingling temptation to go over to him, get down on my knees, and suck his cock.
I shook my head. These thoughts weren't me. They were just intrusive thoughts, like looking over the edge of a building and wondering What if I...? I wasn't going to suck him off right now.
I did manage to plaster on a smile as I finished brushing my teeth, turning his way to show it off. "See you in bed," I told him, then headed back to bed.
He came out quick; he used a towel, but barely dried his hair. "So? What did you girls decide?" He asked, a smile on his lips. He didn't bother to put on clothes, of course, his naked body presented to the pair of us.
"Well!" Penny clapped excitedly. "You lie down on the bed, I give you a combination blowjob and titfuck, and Darla makes out with you! I figured that it would be good to make sure she knows she's your real girlfriend, right? You don't want to hurt her feelings!"
She was so absurdly nice. Did she not feel any jealousy here? Had he fried her brain just right? Did she really see their relationship as not romantic?
"Got it," Theo said, plopping down onto the mattress, the whole thing sinking beneath his weight. I dutifully crawled into my appropriate position at his side, and as I hesitated just a moment, he didn't - he grabbed my hair and forcibly dragged me into a kiss. His tongue violently shoved its way past my lips, teasing my teeth, as if trying to lick up the remnants of the toothpaste from earlier; the groan that escaped his mouth a moment later told me that Penny had gotten started on her part of the work.
I couldn't really tilt my head to look her way. Not that I want to. He let go of my hair, that hand sliding down my body to grope my ass cheek; the other hand reached for my breast, casually squeezing it in his fingers, just roughly molesting me. One hand slid down in between my thighs, finding my cunt and starting to casually, smoothly, rub his fingers along my lower lips, making my whole body automatically quiver in response to the sensation.
I was wired for this. Rewired, really, but I couldn't help but respond to every touch with sharp intensity as he made out with me like that. I'd been forced to do this and that, and I'd gone along with it, helped him along. Maybe it wasn't mind control? Maybe I was just that fucking horny? In the moment of intense arousal, it almost seemed plausible - and the thought that I might just be deluding myself made me promptly come, spasming as my pussy squeezed around his fingers, my eyelashes fluttering as I moaned into his mouth.
Ho popped his lips off mine, admiring my o-face as I came, my eyes unfocused behind my glasses, my mouth hanging half-open as I just stared blankly at him. He tugged the glasses off again, and I didn't even feel some quiet pang of anger, just continuing to come. "Can you see her like this, or is she too far?" He asked me, casually grasping my hair and forcing my head down.
Of course, Penny had her mouth firmly attached to the tip of his cock, her breasts squeezed tight around it. I couldn't even see his length, really, as she worked herself over, dark hair cascading down over the flesh of her breasts.
I remember my own prescription, so I had no idea how blurry she should have been. "W-well enough," I sputtered out.
His fingers in my cunt got more intense at that. "You're paying for her to do that," he told me, and my pussy practically vibrated around his fingers, my mouth falling open. "You're paying for her to titfuck and blow your boyfriend, Darla. And you want to do it, don't you? Nod your head yes."
I nodded. I didn't have any choice.
Once more, it didn't feel like anything. It just felt like a choice I was making, like scratching my head to get rid of an itch, or stretching, or any other action you take without thinking much. I might even have knowingly, voluntarily nodded, even without the command added in. That has to be him manipulating me, doesn't it? He makes me nod to try to trick me into thinking I like it.
I didn't really have much time to think about it, though, as he mashed his lips up against mine again. His hand in my cunt was more energetic this time, just frigging me as hard as he could, while the other hand got truly rough with my breast. I have no idea if it even would have felt good, even taking into account the mind control, for a normal woman - he was that vicious with my breast. But for me, nothing he did actually physically hurt me, so it was pure pleasure, combined with the constant pangs of humiliation-arousal that came from being used and abused like that.
It didn't take long for me to come a second time, moaning into his mouth. He responded to this orgasm by rolling atop me. Penny lost track of his cock for a moment, and it slapped against my thigh as he continued to make out with me. He didn't try to shove it in, just leaving it there, hard and resting against my thigh, and I wondered what he wanted. Was I supposed to reach down to put it in?
I soon found out what he wanted when Penny did it without being told: she slid up in between my thighs and shifted her body, doing her best to give him a titfuck-blowjob all over again. Her head ended up resting against the back of his hand, which in turn was still frigging me, her hair brushing against my pussy and clit and sending little electric shocks up to my brain at the sheer absurdity and obscenity of the situation, the knowledge I was just letting this happen making my orgasms come fast and hard.
I lost track of time in that position, as he fingered me, as he mauled my breast, as he let his weight push down against me, uncaring or unaware of the way the position might make it difficult for a normal woman to breathe. Luckily, I wasn't a normal woman, so I just laid there and came, until I finally heard him groan in pleasure into my mouth, his body beginning a familiar twitching as he gave up on pleasuring me.
When he finally finished coming, he popped off the kiss and rolled onto his back. "Alright. That was great. Let's all get up here so we can sleep together," he said, one hand casually coming to rest on my shoulder, while Penny dutifully crawled up into the opposite position, tugging the blanket up over the three of us a moment later. "Good girl," he said, casually patting Penny's head, and she smiled brightly in response, just nuzzling happily into him. "Isn't this nice, Darla?"
"Y-yes," I stammered out. "I- I'm coming a lot," I said, knowing that was the kind of thing he wanted to hear. Even knowing I was lying, it was embarrassing enough for my cheeks to flush anyway, which in turn sent a quiet buzz of arousal through my body. "Thanks for- thanks for it, yeah. I never would've- you know, realized- yeah... the sex is very good."
He kissed my forehead and leaned back, closing his eyes. "Turn off the lights," he said.
"Lexa, turn off all the lights in the apartment," I called out, and we were soon caked in darkness.
I could tell that Theo and Penny fell asleep quickly. I didn't, of course, and this looser position gave me more wiggle room than the last way he'd fallen asleep with me.
Not a lot, but enough I could gingerly, delicately, slowly, squirm my way out of his grasp in just a few minutes.
Of course, I didn't have anything great to do. Running away would no longer work, because I had stupidly stayed in the club when I'd been momentarily liberated from his control. I'd just have to show him my nice, no glasses, eyes, because he was a brute.
I could at least get some work done. I grabbed my laptop and went over various spreadsheets and some lab results. I actually got in the zone, my mind just gently oozing into familiar old grooves - grooves that didn't have anything to do with Theo, that were about me, about my desires and my interests. Not his stupid T'au Empire lore video about how this bunch of space communists/NATO aliens had an expansionist integrationist empire in the forty-first millennium because they - I can't believe I actually committed to memory that stupid lore. Wasn't your brain supposed to automatically delete things it didn't think were important? Hadn't I literally been coming?
I pushed my focus back to the work instead of how nice the work was, and that was good. I could just tell this person that their timeline was way too long for what I wanted, and I knew they could do better, and I wanted an explanation of why it was so long so that I could tell them what to trim. I could read that PR email and wonder about going on another stupid podcast. Would Theo let me?
It was annoying, the way he kept forcing his way back into my mind, but that was good. When I looked back on my behavior - masturbating, unbidden, to him fucking another woman - I did have to worry that maybe I really was completely mindfucked at this point. The fact that I got annoyed about him meant I still had a will of my own.
There was a quiet buzz from under the couch cushions. It was quiet enough, and subsonic, so no normal human could hear it, but I gently raised the couch cushion to retrieve my communicator device. It looked just like some shitty Chinese gameboy knockoff, but as I 'turned it on' and 'started a new game' and 'named my character,' I was actually inputting a password.
CODE THETA
HOSTAGE SITUATION
YANGON, MYANMAR
TIN MEN
It was also work, of course, just of a different kind. Still. Going and doing something like that? It sounded nice.
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