Once Grace and Penny got done setting up Theo's computer, he immediately leaned forward, logging into his account. I wanted to look at him typing in his password, but my eyes were forcibly stuck to the television, listening and trying to count as he clacked away. It probably wouldn't have helped - by my count, his password was eighteen characters long, and he typed it all out in just a second or two.
It was only after demanding my wi-fi password and logging in to some first person shooter - cartoony, vibrant, not something I recognized - that the inevitable happened. "Alright, Darla. Get down on your knees between my legs and suck me off. Make it long and slow. Really take your time."
His words sent another pulse of humiliating arousal directly to my clit, my pulse rising as I inevitably got down on the ground in front of him, completely naked as I tugged his underwear down, revealing his erection. I was dimly aware of Penny and Grace's presence - both of them still clothed from their recent task, while Theo and I were both naked - and said presence only intensified my obscene arousal. My breath was shallow as his cock just casually slapped my face, and my hand grasped him near the base, my eyes unfocusing for a moment as the full scent of his dick hit my nostrils like it was brand new.
It wasn't a multiple choice situation - I leaned in towards his cock, softly kissing at his cockhead, peppering it with little affectionate kisses. I literally couldn't peel myself away from his dick, so instead I tilted it upwards, running my tongue along the underside of his crown, teasing him with my licking. He groaned softly, and I heard the speakers playing behind and above me as he gunned down enemies in the game.
The actual physical actions I was engaged in were so slow and methodical that it gave my mind plenty of space to stretch out, as I slathered his cock up with spit, personally shining it with my tongue. I could pay attention to the sounds of the game - but I could also pay attention to Grace and Penny. The two hadn't decided to take the time to just go about their days elsewhere in my apartment. Grace wasn't going to sit down at the dining room table and play on her phone, and Penny hadn't decided to take a shower. They were both just standing on either side, watching as I sucked Theo's cock. I couldn't see them, but I could tell - I could hear their breaths, had heard them getting into position, and it wasn't as if there was anything else they were doing.
My brain latched onto the pair. I think it was some attempt to resist the programming - surely it was less brain-fryingly erotic to think about literally anything other than my own humiliation?
I wondered what they were getting out of it, as Theo's cock rested across my face, as my tongue lathered up his balls with copious amounts of spit. Grace hadn't seemed to be enthusiastic about sharing Theo with other women, whereas Penny seemed much more enthusiastically willing to be cuckqueaned if it meant more access to Theo's godly cock.
Godly cock. My brain had offered that turn of phrase up on its own, and as my tongue made its slow, winding journey back up his length, I wondered if it was meant to refer to Penny's opinion, or my own. It felt like an entirely natural way to describe it at this point. Like if you're asked what color the sky is, you say blue - you don't even think if it's grey from overcast or black from night. The word had come to mind without any friction inside of my head.
I arrived at the tip of his cock, and I looked up at the man himself - his focus was entirely on the computer, of course. Why pay attention to his buxom boss currently busy sucking his dick? There were video games to play.
No, that wasn't true. He was ignoring me on purpose. I knew that. He was enjoying the erotic thrill of having me forced to service him while he ignored me. He kept doing it. That was why Penny and Grace were here, in fact - so that he could enjoy humiliating Darla by making her sit in the cuck chair, either for his cock or his attention.
Of course, knowing that didn't change my feelings. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, and felt some impulse to just slam myself down his cock, to furiously fuck my face on his cock - but I didn't. I slid down his length agonizingly slowly, his cock once more triggering my gag reflex, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks as I took him inch by inch into my throat. I spasmed and choked on his dick, my fingers reaching up to clasp onto his thighs, saliva dribbling and frothing out of my mouth as I strained to get him deeper.
I realized, as I choked and spasmed, as the thought came to mind it might be easier if I just slammed myself down - that I couldn't. I had decided not to fuck my face on his cock because he had ordered me not to. Long and slow. I couldn't get rough with his dick. The thought made me try harder, but instead my body just continued its slow, grinding descent down his cock, my toes curling as I continued to gag. Instincts were telling me this was no good, my knowledge of my own body told me it was fine, and my brain continued to soak in the humiliation of the moment, of being ignored as I messily choked on Theo's dick.
My nose soon mashed into his pelvis. My thoughts were a blur. Empty of anything significant. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth as I spasmed wetly around his cock. My tongue danced elegantly along the underside of his length, my eyes lidding as I stared up at him. He twitched, faintly, his cock pulsing inside of my mouth, but he didn't react beyond that, just letting me continue to choke on his cock.
I didn't need to breathe, so I just held myself down there, curious at what point he'd actually react. I closed my eyes as my tongue continued to rhythmically slide back and forth along the underside of his cock.
He ignored me. He kept ignoring me. I could have been choking to death on his cock, as far as he knew, and he just pointedly, purposefully ignored me. By the pulsing of his cock, he was aware that his dick was currently lodged in my throat. He just wanted to humiliate me like this, to treat me like a cocksheath he didn't have to think about.
Those thoughts sent fresh, hot waves of arousal through my body. My nipples were perky, my clit pulsing, my sex growing ever more slick as I trembled in place. I glugged wetly around his cock. I started miming asphyxiation, sputtering around his length as I continued to gag, spasming and jerking. I wondered if and when he'd pay attention to me.
"Oh, Darla!" It was Penny who spoke. She was paying more attention to me than Theo. She wasn't the one whose cock was in my mouth, but she was capable of a greater degree of basic kindness than the man above me. "Ah, you should - she needs to breathe, I think she's too horny, Theo. Some girls get like that, I think?"
Theo just continued to ignore me, utterly focused on his game. My eyes lidded as I continued to fake choking out. I was in a bratty game of chicken, daring him to continue to ignore me. Daring him to let his boss choke herself to death on his fat cock.
He casually pumped his hips against my face, rather than reaching down for me. His balls slapped against my chin, and the movement forced his cock out of my throat on the backswing. I pretended to cough and sputter, gasping for air; he pretended not to notice.
The game and the blowjob both went on and on like that, me choking myself out on his length while he just continued to play. He'd only occasionally do that hip-thrust, and only when I was pretending to be literally choking myself to death on his cock.
The sheer severity of his indifference sent sharp pangs of arousal through my body. He didn't care about me - or, he did care about me (why else would we be in this situation?), but he wanted to pretend not to. He wanted to grind my ego underneath his boot, to teach me a lesson about our relative positions in the world. It was a more severe version of making me play the role of secretary in my own office. Now I was playing the role of cocksocket in my own home, and my new owner wasn't thinking of me as anything more than that - a sex toy for him pto use and abuse.
At some point in that process, my hand slid down in between my thighs. The mere brush of my palm against my pubic mound was enough to send me into an orgasm, letting out a choked moan around his cock. I went cross-eyed in pleasure as instinct drove my fingers into my cunt, and I started just frigging myself as I abused my face on his cock. I held myself down and his cock continuously throbbed and pulsed as I lost all track of time like that. I didn't even have the awareness to pretend to choke on his dick - I was just a spasming, moaning piece of meat around his cock, lost in lust, all thoughts of being anything else having been successfully burned out of my mind.
I wish I could say I came back to my senses on my own. I didn't. Instead, his game ended, and he casually grabbed my hair in his grip and started brutally fucking my face at that point, using my mouth like meat to jerk himself off with. "Fucking, your dumb bitch blowjob distracted me from the game," he told me, grunting. "Stupid bitch. Too fucking eager to suck dick, you forget how to breathe, it's a fucking- nng- chore, you stupid masochistic nymphomaniac." His cruel, degrading words seemed actually sincere this time, full of genuine irritation - and they somehow hurt, even though I was, in fact, trying to convince him to stop due to choking.
I didn't get to say my piece, though. My hand was still in my cunt, stimulating myself on automatic, and he just casually pumped my mouth up and down his cock before soon blowing his load, groaning as he fired off his cum deep inside my throat. When he was finally finished, he peeled me up and off his cock, leaving me trembling there, catching my breath.
I'm sure I looked like a complete mess, face ruined with spit and tears, as I looked up at him. My brain regathered enough of its senses, as we stared into each other's eyes, to remember that Penny and Grace were both there, watching - and I promptly came all over again, moaning like a whore as ecstasy overtook me.
"Grace, I want a cocksocket who knows how to control herself," Theo said. He sounded genuinely pissed at me, and another pang of humiliation washed over me. In retrospect, he was probably ticked off about losing his game - but at the moment, I just got another smack of the low self esteem bat. You're not even a good cocksocket.
As I shifted to the side, and Grace (naked other than her choker, of course) knelt down in front of him, I had to remind myself that I had purposefully been doing a bad job. I just wiped at my face, cleaning off spit and saliva.
It was pathetic. I was naked in my own home, having just gotten done chokefucking myself on a man I didn't even like's cock. There was another pulse of humiliating arousal at the self-recrimination, a familiar rhythm that was slowly but surely grinding into my brain that thoughts like that - that words like that - were the sweetest nectar I could receive.
Grace was more delicate with her fellatio, I saw. She practically worshipped his cock, lathering it up with her tongue in long, winding strokes, sliding it this way and that. Sometimes, she pulled her mouth back to just breathe deeply of his cock, and I watched her expression closely. Theo had gotten into another game, once more paying her no mind - but unlike me, she showed no sign whatsoever of being humiliated by the treatment.
Is that what's waiting for me in the future? Or maybe - maybe he doesn't even like this that much? Penny was second, is she the improved iteration of the scheme? Maybe he wants a masochist, rather than a pure submissive?
I didn't know. I couldn't, really. I could only watch as, inside my own house, Theo was getting treated like a king - and at that point, Penny sat down next to him.
He was on the couch, having set up his computer right in front of it so he could game in the maximum amount of comfort. Penny spoke up, pushing her tits right into his arm. "You can have me suck your dick next, Theo," she said, her voice soft. "I know you like ignoring girls. I don't mind. I like it. I'm not like Grace. I'm a well-behaved little fuckmaid for you, that's why you hired me and not her, right?"
The words were surprisingly sharp for Penny - particularly given that, unlike us, Grace didn't seem to get off on being humiliated. Her expression turned annoyed, her fellatio getting mildly more thorough, beginning to casually, repeatedly throat his cock, the wet glugging noises seeming to argue with Penny's appraisal. Theo grunted in response, and there was a sound from the computer that presumably represented his character getting killed, at which point, he sighed, glancing at Penny, then down at me, then grinning as some sadistic thought occurred to him.
"Darla. Sit opposite Penny on the couch. Push your tits into my bicep, like she's doing," he said, and I had no choice but to arrange my body exactly as directed. I could feel the pangs of arousal continuing, my nipples perky, as now I was in the perfect position to see Grace looking up at Theo. Her desperation to please made me feel sorry for her. She moved with only one intention: to get Theo off, to get Theo to pay attention to her, and she wasn't getting either. Her methodical fellatio continued as his character revived. "Explain what a pair of depraved, misogynistic, masochistic cocksluts you are for me," he said, a smile on his lips - and then he began to play.
"Oh," Penny said. "I'm definitely all of those things. Depraved? I'm moving in with a man and his girlfriend to be his fuckmaid, and now I'm begging for him to make me suck his cock next. Misogynistic? Well, how could I respect women, when they get themselves into this kind of situation? Grace is working on her medical degree, Darla is a CEO, and they're both just your compliant little cocksleeves on command." A pulse of arousal hit me at her words, my clit pulsing, my brain momentarily fogging up, and she continued. "Masochistic, for sure. I love it when you grope me, slap my tits, spank me - whatever you like. When it's you, abuse is just a good time. It's kind of fucked up, compared to all my past boyfriends, but I like it, so it's fine!"
His character died again, and he casually groped one of my breasts, fingers digging into the supple flesh of my tit, making me gasp at the stimulation, resisting the urge to just immediately orgasm. "Now your turn, Darla. Degrade yourself."
I swallowed, and the words spilled out of my mouth. "I'm your obedient fuckdoll, Theo. Just like you want me to be. That's all I want to be. I want you to treat me like garbage, fuck my mouth like my cunt, and then ignore me. It gets me so hot and wet." I was honestly surprised by how easy the words were to say. The fact that I spoke them wasn't a surprise - he was mind controlling me, after all - it's just that I've always had a certain amount of social awkwardness in all sorts of situations, and this should have been exactly that kind of situation.
He gave my tit one more appreciative grope, then returned his hand to the mouse, focusing on his game. In between his legs, Grace dutifully sucked and suckled his cock. Her movements were slow and steady - service, not her own satisfaction. I saw in her movements a kind of calm self control that I could only aspire to, and that sent another shot of electricity to my clit, my body involuntarily pushing my tits tighter against his bicep.
She's better behaved than me. In some fucked up sense, it was true. When I'd been on his cock - putting aside the bratty pretending-to-choke-myself bit - I'd been constantly consumed by a mind-numbing arousal. I'd started masturbating without even really thinking about it, and despite the perkiness of Grace's nipples, it was obvious she wasn't overwhelmed nearly so much. Is it that she's gotten used to it? Did the slavery thing induce some type of ego death where she's totally happy to focus completely on Theo's pleasure? Maybe she was the first pass of the mindfuck, and Penny and I are the new and improved models?
I didn't know quite what it said about my situation - or about Grace, or Theo - if he thought that my condition - constantly oozing arousal as I got constantly humiliated and mistreated and came from the brutality - was better than a well-behaved sex slave like Grace. I could only swallow as I saw that Theo had died again in the game, and one hand landed on my breast, the other on Penny's, groping both of us as he grinned. "This is good," he said. "But keep up the dirty talk. Whoever does the better dirty talk, when this game is done - oop," he said, hurriedly letting go of our tits to get back to playing. "Whoever does it better, gets to suck my dick after this game," he said.
Grace let out a small noise of annoyance, a little whimper around his dick, but Theo showed no sign whatsoever of caring.
Penny, of course, immediately spoke up. "You're so strong and powerful, Theo," she breathed out, her hand brushing across his bare chest, her tits pushing into his bicep. "So smart and manly. I'm really lucky I met you. You've totally rewritten my whole sexuality, and it's for the better. I never knew that just - I don't know, there's something about you, and it makes it so that when you treat me so horrible, it just makes me so horny I can hardly think. Thank you for making me your fuckmaid, thank you for humiliating me, thank you for smacking me and groping me and just using my body to get yourself off, it's all I want any more. I'm an addict to your delicious manly cock."
I swallowed. I could let Penny continue her dirty talk indefinitely - there was no explicit order for me to speak, or at least what he'd said didn't quite count. If I did that, though, Theo might get suspicious. The more suspicious Theo got, the more likely I was to wind up locked in a metaphorical box, caged up with so many commands I couldn't so much as go to the bathroom without permission. I swallowed a second time, and spoke up. "I'm your boss. The CEO of the company you work at. But, right here, right now, I'm just your toy to masturbate with however you want. My tits, my mouth, my ass - my whole body exists just for your pleasure."
The feeling of arousal as I spoke was intense, almost unimaginably so. It helped fry any social anxiety I might have felt, talking like that, and it sent continuous little pulses down to my clit as I kept going, contrasting everything I'd ever accomplished with the fact that I'd come more in the past week with him than I had my whole life up until that point, and saying the latter fact was more important to me. They came out so naturally at a certain point that I didn't even have to think about them, I could just go on and on with the obscenity of it. And I did. It was almost like I was leaving my body, speaking and acting and talking and thinking on pure instinct, just softly shivering against him as my arousal continued to spiral up.
"...I devised a wormhole theory that means my company is probably going to be the largest IPO in human history, but the hole that really matters is the one in between my legs, my gushing wet pussy that's desperate for more of your cock." On screen, Theo's team lost again (possibly because one of their team members was distracted with a blowjob), and he casually grabbed Grace's head. She simply went limp, closing her eyes and letting Theo completely take control of her mouth, roughly fucking her face. Her arms wagged back and forth along with the rest of her naked body as she was slid up and down his cock. There was a casual serenity as she just acted like a life-sized fucktoy for him.
He came in short order, groaning as he tugged Grace up and off his cock and just blew his load all over her face. He sagged in his seat, catching his breath as Grace simply sat there, eyes still closed, her face painted white with his spunk as she remained a compliant, waiting, obedient, doll. Just a machine awaiting its master's next instructions.
"Go wash your face, Grace. Darla, on your knees, another long blowjob," he ordered me. "Use Grace's example for how a good cockwarmer acts - none of that choking yourself stupid on my dick."
I flushed red, the heat running all the way down to my breasts as I got down onto my knees. I gingerly wrapped my lips around his cockhead, glancing up at him, and of course he immediately got into a new game, completely ignoring me as Penny started shoving her tits into him, whispering sweet nothings (or, realistically, utterly depraved nothings) into his ear.
I just dutifully bobbed, closing my eyes as my mouth slid up and down his cock. I was mechanical about it, more out of a desire to dissociate than anything else. It worked. My brain soon went back into that foggy, empty-headed kind of submission that I'd been into earlier, only this time I kept throating his cock. I could almost step outside myself as my arousal continued to simmer, sending quiet waves of arousal down to my cunt, my juices just oozing out as I slid up and down his length.
The absence of my conscious mind from the actual physical act of sucking cock didn't actually help, though. Even as my brain left my body behind, I was still able to hear and make out Penny's words. Even though they were meant to be erotic whispers, I could hear every single word thanks to my powers.
"I know you're enjoying breaking in the new girl, Theo," she said, her finger idly running across his stomach like a lover rather than a brain-fried fuckdoll. It made little, circular motions as she spoke. "But don't I deserve a turn too? I've always been loyal, never complained about anything, let you treat me like your fuckdoll and thank you for it. I let you sleep with other women even as I keep my holes pure for you. I don't even mind that you're getting all lovey-dovey with Darla... but I want your cock, Theo. I need your cock. I exist for your cock, now, you did that to me, you turned me into this sex-addicted nymphomaniac who dreams about your dick every night, who waits patiently by the phone hoping beyond hope that her sex god will call her that day and ask to wreck one of her holes. I'm obedient and well-behaved and a good girl, aren't I? Don't I deserve to be used as your cockwarmer next?"
Theo just grunted. I'm not sure he was even paying attention to Penny's words, as the girl continued to mix sincere begging with utterly depraved self-degrading dirty talk.
I was paying attention, though. I was taking in every syllable, wondering how long until I was acting like that, begging for my owner's cock, pleading for his dick every night. How long until I was the one who asked him to come to my office, bend me over the desk, and fuck my brains out while pretending to be my boss. How long until I wasn't just a meek little girl who let him lead her around by the leash, but an eager submissive who expressed her desire to be ground under his foot.
It was terrifying.
It was erotic.
My clit throbbed again, and with my brain having so thoroughly given up on any conscious control of my body, the my hand reached towards my pussy, pressing my palm down against my pubic mound as my fingers slid into my sex, teasing my clit with my fingers. Instantly, I was taken to a strange new heaven. With my brain so distant from my body, the pleasure just slithered its way into every little crevice and empty spot, like an object just out of your conscious vision, always on the periphery. Lewd noises escaped my throat, but my attention was entirely on Penny's begging and pleading.
"We can do a double titfuck, that was fun, wasn't it? Then you'll get two mouths, four tits, all focused on servicing you. It doesn't have to just be me. I don't mind threesomes, and foursomes, and whatever else you want. I just need your attention. I need you, Theo. You broke me as a woman and you have to take responsibility for the little fuckdoll I've become. I'm a good girl, aren't I? I try to be supportive. I just want a turn. I just want a touch. If you put your hand in between my thighs right now and frig me, that's all I need. If you grope my tits, that's all I need. But just getting nothing - it's so hard. I'm trying to be good, but it's so much harder, being naked, right next to you, right next to my godly man who owns me like a piece of meat, who jerks off with me and tosses me aside and then jerks off with another one of his toys. I don't mind being a toy, but-"
Theo groaned and came at that point, his hot spunk splattering the inside of my mouth. I was drawn back into reality by it, as his seed just hit the back of my throat, and the pleasure - previously a mind-numbing buzz I was only dimly aware of - instead became a fierce torrent, frying neurons and leaving me spasming in place. Saliva spilled out of my mouth and a spurt of cum came out of my nose as I just gurgled on cum, his scent and taste utterly overpowering as he blew his load.
He wasn't finished with his game, though, so after recovering, he quickly drew himself back into it, clearing his throat and trying to focus despite the post-orgasmic haze he was no doubt stuck in.
His team lost, predictably. I gulped around his cock and peeled back and off, looking up at him like a mess, his throbbing length pulsing in front of my face as I wondered if I should have just kept sucking.
He grinned down at me. "Go get your face cleaned up. Penny, your whining has softened my heart. Let's go fuck in the shower," he told her, casually grabbing her tit, and she squealed in delight.
"Thank you, thank you! Sorry for being so whiny, I'm just a needy nymphomaniac bitch because you made me one, Sir," she said, and he casually slapped her ass as the pair made their way to the bathroom.
I washed my face off in the kitchen sink, sighing softly as I cleaned off the spunk with a paper towel. I contemplated exactly what to do next - could I escape, maybe? I glanced around. I'd taken off my clothes in the bedroom. I walked, gingerly, towards the bedroom, only for Grace to emerge and practically bump into me. She paused, looking me in the eyes for a moment, and I felt a strange spark of shame - then she gently moved to the side, gesturing for me to go in.
I had no idea what was going on in her head. Judgment? Kindness? I got the impression that she was less fine with sharing than Penny and I - no, that she was less fine with sharing than Penny. Did she want me to get dressed and leave? Was she unaware of my intent and thought I wanted to go rim Theo as he fucked Penny? It didn't matter. I just made my way into my bedroom, found some clothes, and carefully snuck back out to get dressed.
Grace sat on the couch. The same seat that Theo had been in. Her gaze went from the computer screen, down to the space in between her thighs - presumably, trying to envision his experience more precisely? She glanced up at me, seeming surprised to see me dressed. Guess that explains it. "You can leave," she said, as I hesitated. "No one is stopping you."
I left. I hurried out of the apartment and went down the elevator. I took a long, deep breath as the elevator arrived on the ground floor. A smile crossed my lips, as I stepped out of the apartment building. I approached my car, reaching for the handle - and realized I'd left my keys in the apartment.
I looked back at it, considering if I should just abandon the vehicle and escape on foot. I did have superpowers, after all. I'd only been gone a minute or less, right? He wouldn't have noticed. He'd still be busy fucking Penny. I looked up through the walls of the apartment - and, yes, he was still fucking Penny in the shower. Just going at it, obviously. I had time, if I moved quickly. I could also always use my powers to look through walls and turn around if it looked like he was about to stop fucking Penny and potentially catch me.
I moved quickly, not quietly, back to the elevator. I let it drag me up and up, watching (and getting unfortunately moist) as he fucked Penny from behind. Grace glanced at her watch and then approached the pair, right as I got to my story. My keys were on the coffee table. I could just get in, grab them, and run. I hurriedly typed in the passcode to my apartment, and grabbed my keys, immediately turning to go. "Darla! Stop," Theo called out, and instantly, I froze.
Fuck, fuck, fuck you stupid idiot you stupid stupid fuck you're fucked now you're completely ruined.
So greedy. So stupid. I could fly, what did I need my fucking car keys for? Even if this was a wafer thin risk, it had happened, and it absolutely hadn't been worth it.
It was too late now.
"Come here, now," he called out, and felt myself lose control of my body, forced to walk towards him. Penny was blissed out, and didn't even seem to care as he pulled out of her. The shower was off. He looked me over, a disapproving frown on his lips.
"I was-"
"Quiet," he ordered, and I shut up. "Do not speak except when I tell you to." Maybe, maybe, he was just going to be gentle? Maybe I could pretend to have been about to leave on some business at the - the office? If I played my cards right...
He considered me as I stood there, trembling under his gaze. Grace looked surprised at this turn of events, and probably even unhappy about them. I couldn't really blame her. She didn't know what was going on.
"Take off all your clothes," he ordered, and I did so, feeling the heat in my cheeks as I was forcibly stripped naked. "Do not get dressed again unless I give you permission," he said, and I hoped, dearly, that that particular command was loose enough for me to get out of after this weekend orgy finished. "Come here. Kneel. Put your head on the ground."
I was forced into the degrading position, nude in front of three people, trembling in a mix of fear and humiliation. He planted his wet foot on the back of my head, holding me down there. "Repeat after me: I, Darla Nabel,"
"I, Darla Nabel..."
"Am a stupid bitch."
"...am a stupid bitch."
I couldn't even disagree, honestly.
But that was only the beginning.
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