Penny drove much of the conversation over lunch. She would occasionally offer some words clearly meant to give me her well-wishes, but she largely recognized my silence was a new rule I was absolutely obeying (even if she believed it was consensual, rather than forced), so instead she reoriented to talking up Theo.
I had to listen to her talk him up. As far as I had seen, Theo had nothing but a sexual relationship with Penny - as in, I had no idea what he offered her than his dick.
Her talking didn't do anything to dissuade me of that. "Theo, I was thinking, since I'm going to be your live-in fuckmaid instead of a stripper soon-" that actually made Grace twitch, "-should we start picking out outfits? I'm fine working in the nude, of course, but a sexy maid uniform is a classic, right? You're the man of the house, you should make the decisions on what a little lady like myself has to wear."
Grace swallowed, her lips working their way across her face, while Theo contemplated Penny's question. "I'll probably pick out a few maid outfits for you," he told her. "We could get some nice variety. You know what, actually? You can pick out the outfits. Darla will pay."
Penny smiled at being told she could pick out the outfits, then glanced my way with a worried expression. I couldn't say anything, but she could take a guess even in my silence. "Theo, I know Darla is super subby and stuff, and I'm totally fine getting a job cleaning her house and cooking for her, but I think it's a little much to just presumptively take money from her. Sexy maid outfits are for you, not her! You didn't even ask for her permission, you know?"
"She can always say something if she has a problem with it," Theo said, glancing my way. I didn't destroy what little dignity I could maintain by fruitlessly speaking up, which would only make me ask if I could suck his cock anyway.
I realized that Theo was treating Penny like his peer, and me like his property. Penny had objected to what he'd said and done to me, and she didn't get a punishment - she got an explanation. Even if I was supposed to be the 'subby girlfriend' in whatever sick fantasy Theo had, I didn't get the same liberty that Penny did. She had completely accepted her role, so she got treated better.
Is that - what? What you're hoping for?
It's better than this, isn't it?
Grace spoke up at that point. "Theo, you know - there's no reason I can't move in too. Having your slave readily available at any time would be nice, wouldn't it?"
Theo just considered her words, pressing his thumb against his lower lip as he eyed her up. He was obviously enjoying tormenting her like this, but she just shifted her spine subtly, trying to put her tits on proper display. She didn't care that he was obviously dragging it out on purpose, that he was only rejecting her because his power over her got him off - she was that desperate for his attention and time and presence. "Tempting. I think it'd be a little much, though. This place isn't that big. Once Empyreal goes public and Darla becomes one of the richest women to ever live, though, I don't see any reason why not."
My opinion on the subject clearly didn't matter. Penny didn't even bother to ask this time, only giving me the slimmest glance my way, but I guess the flush of my cheeks and the perkiness of my nipples - as well as my silence - told her that I was fine. My arousal spiked again, a little pulse to the clit.
"I see." Grace looked at me again, that same quiet seething in her eyes that I'd seen earlier. To her, I was an unwanted interloper in her perfect domestic bliss with Theo. Blaming Theo for the situation didn't seem to even occur to her, though I couldn't blame her for that fact.
At that point, Theo belched, having finished his food, and he spoke up again. "Darla, you do need to learn some dirty talk. I understand that this is new to you, so I took the liberty of putting together some works for you to read. I sent you an email. Read through every link. I think it'll help you get into your role as the submissive, masochistic wife."
I instinctively tried to say something or argue - I don't even remember my actual intent, beyond that it probably started with something like Hey! - but what came out instead was: "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?"
"You should listen to what I say," he told me. The smirk on his lips told me he had to know what he was doing to me, but I could only meekly whimper in response. "Grace, Penny, come on. We'll go enjoy the bedroom. Darla, go read that email, and every attached link," he told me.
I sat down on my own couch, my laptop in my lap - his desktop a couple feet away - while Grace and Penny headed off to the bedroom. I could hear the trio get started on sex - or, really, blowjobs, of the most noisy, sloppy, and wet sort - as I started to read the stories.
As you could probably guess, the stories that he had sent me were absolutely obscene. The filthiest sort of smut imaginable. Each work was misogynistic, but the variety of authors meant that they all had their own, unique spin on the ideas.
And, to be clear, when I say 'misogynistic,' I mean it in the truest sense. Not just sexualizing women, or objectifying them, or casual sexism - no, each scene was focused on the complete degradation of not just the female protagonist, but her sex as a whole. In this story, the woman was brainwashed from birth by a misogynistic culture to see herself and all women as mere things that existed to please men, with the protagonist fully embracing her psychology. In that story, a woman addicted to sex with a man was forced to degrade herself and all womankind in order to get his dick. In yet another, she was mind controlled into misogyny bit by bit, embracing that women should take their orders from men; another where she instead was brute forced into submission by a mixture of mind control and blackmail.
No matter what the particular context, though, she was forced to accept her 'female nature' of being an all-natural submissive fucktoy for a man, who got to make all the decisions for her.
Of course, sitting there, being forced to methodically read through each and every piece of misogynistic drek naturally caused my arousal to climb. The stories were graphic and should have been purely disgusting and enraging to me, but my brain had already formed a deep connection between humiliation and arousal, and there was little more humiliatingly arousing than being forced to read that. The authors were good at their craft - presumably, the results of Theo frantically masturbating to hundreds of such stories and picking out the top handful - so I couldn't help but squirm as I read intimate descriptions of each character telling her male owner exactly what she, and all womankind, were.
There was also the "added bonus", of course, that I could hear the fucking going on in the bedroom. I could just barely flick my gaze away from the computer for a few seconds to glance through the wall - and got to see Theo was pounding away at Penny from behind while he made out with Grace again. Both women were obviously enjoying themselves very much, and as my gaze got forced back onto the computer screen, my own arousal continued to climb.
In fact, it became unbearable. I read fairly quickly - around 300 words per minute - but these stories went on. They weren't short. Individual stories could take me half an hour, an hour, or more, to read from beginning to end. The noise from my bedroom only stopped momentarily when Theo needed a break, and the heat in between my legs made me wish that he'd just come out to fuck me.
He didn't, though. He just lounged in bed when he couldn't get it up, Penny and Grace cuddling up with him, happy as could be to be with their partner.
After three hours, I couldn't take it any more. My thighs had been wobbling, even grinding against one another, but I hadn't actually come. I had just listened to the constant porno sounds from my bedroom as misogynistic monologues flashed before my eyes. Even knowing how unbelievable this next step was, even knowing how pathetic it was to even think about it, my hand slid in between my thighs as I read a woman describe how it was natural and right for a man to step on her face.
The moment my fingers brushed against my lower lips, I came, hard. It was like I'd been edging for hours, and now I finally got relief. Animalistic moans escaped my throat, my hips bucking back and forth, my brain frying as I embraced the degradation, as I gave in. I couldn't read - physically, my eyes couldn't focus at that point - so my mind was instead set free for the moment, but it just regurgitated the thoughts from the books.
My tits are for fucking. I love serving my husband any way he wants. This is a woman's place. Every woman should be so lucky as to have a man to put her in her place.
They were the sort of loose thoughts that run through your mind just as you're about to sleep - impressionistic more than coherent - but the impression was total sexual submission, absolute acceptance of male dominations, and the embrace of being humiliated and mistreated by a man.
Even when my first orgasm finally finished, my hand in my cunt didn't stop, and my eyes were forced to flick across the next paragraph as I kept masturbating.
This is what he wanted. This is why he made you do this.
It had to be the case, didn't it? He had to have given me so much filth to read that there was no way I could avoid my arousal peaking, purely because he wanted to make his boss pathetically frig herself absolutely senseless to the depraved fiction he read.
Or maybe he just wants you to work on your dirty talk. Maybe he was just thinking it would help perfect his fat-titted cocksucker, teaching her how to dirty talk. Teaching her what her mouth is for. Maybe the reason you're masturbating like this isn't some clever scheme, but because you've already lost.
The words weren't really mine, the thoughts weren't really mine - they were the delirious ramblings of a mind that had been marinating in that filth for so long that it was subconscious. It didn't matter, though, because they still hit me like a jackhammer. My hips bucked against my hand as another moan escaped my throat, as I miserably came, as I kept on reading.
Tears started to run down my cheeks at that point, as I realized how completely I was losing. Theo didn't even need to look at me any more. He could just put me on autopilot like this, and my brain would dribble out of his cunt while he preoccupied himself with other women.
With other bitches.
With other holes.
I mewled pathetically as I came for a third time in that position. I didn't even notice as Theo emerged from my bedroom, my eyes blurry but transfixed on the computer screen, trying to read text that was just a smear of color in my vision. I only realized he'd come out when his cock slapped against my face, my eyes flicking up towards him on automatic before my gaze fell back on the computer.
He chuckled at that, of course. Why wouldn't he? It was funny. His genius boss, turned into a masturbating nymphomaniac frigging herself senseless to misogynistic filth. His cock casually smeared across my face.
Based on this, he'd probably enjoy it even more if he knew I was Andromeda.
That thought sent another spark to my clit, made my mouth open up to say something - not to confess my true identity, but to try to beg for mercy.
All that came out, though, was: "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?"
"You should suck my cock, yeah," he said, grasping my head. My mouth fell open, no orders required, and I let his cock slide into my gullet. I could taste Penny and Grace on him, but it didn't matter. The taste of him was like sweet nectar, and my hand became animated in my cunt once more. He ordered you to masturbate whenever you suck his cock. You can't even take your hand out of your pussy, now.
I tried anyway, some futile hope that maybe something had changed. Really, it was more like I wanted to say - at least to myself - I'm not defeated. I don't want this. I want to be a free woman.
Neither of those things happened, of course. I kept masturbating, and I kept sucking, his cock pushing into my throat as I gagged wetly around his dick. Saliva ran over my chin as I just slobbered around his cock, unable to do much of anything else. "Lick it. Lick it like the natural bitch you are," he told me, and my tongue had no choice but to cooperate. I was made to pleasure him, teary-eyed and humiliated as I looked up at him, while his hand remained firmly latched onto the back of my head. "I guess you got hot reading that stuff, huh? I knew it was what you'd be into."
It's not. It's not. This is what you did to me. I would have reacted this way to anything. You're just trying to humiliate me. To trick me.
My thoughts sounded unconvincing, even to me. I didn't get to say them, anyway, too busy licking the cock in my mouth and frantically masturbating. Tears kept streaming down my cheeks, my eyes peeled back in their sockets, while I just serviced his cock. He used my mouth like a cocksleeve, casually sliding me up and down his length, and I came, and came, and came, moaning and jerking in my seat.
Every single part of me that still wanted to resist melted. It was scorched away, incinerated, vaporized. The remnants of it leaked out from in between my thighs as higher thoughts slowly but surely turned into nothing but ephemeral bubbles, popping without producing anything of significance.
Reduced to a fucktoy.
To a hole that Theo could get himself off with.
My brain had given out under the mental load. Those thoughts didn't even really produce humiliation at that point - I was too out of it to feel humiliated by my new status in life - but the connection between those sorts of thoughts and arousal was still in full effect anyway. A groove had been carved into my brain, a natural channel my experiences were now being drained through: be objectified, slapped, demeaned, mistreated, toyed with, brutalized, and get wet and horny from it. I didn't even have to meaningfully experience the mistreatment at that point.
Theo groaned and came down my throat at some point in there. He peeled out of my mouth, leaving me to whimper at his sudden absence. I kept masturbating, unable to think of why I shouldn't.
He smirked down at me, triumphant. Why wouldn't he be, at that point? His boss had been crushed underfoot. She was masturbating to his misogynistic porno, coming her brains out, and then sucking his cock and coming her brains out to that, too. His length throbbed and pulsed in front of my face, somehow still alive and eager for more despite everything.
I just kept masturbating, unable to stop myself.
Not because of a command - I was just that horny.
His smile grew wider, more wicked, and some tiny, very dim part of me shouted a warning. I didn't even process it, though, not that I could have done anything if I had.
"Darla, do not orgasm from masturbation unless I am currently getting off using your body."
I'd been on the edge - I hadn't really gotten anywhere else, one orgasm flowing into the next - but I could feel the door snap shut on me. A pathetic, humiliating whine escaped my throat as I looked up at him, silently pleading for mercy as his cock loomed in front of my face. "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?" I got that out instead of what I'd wanted to say.
It gave me a great idea, though, and I just leaned forward to slurp his cock back into my mouth, to take his dick into my gullet of my own volition. I latched onto him with my free hand as my nose mashed into his pelvic bone, and I immediately came, my tits smacking against his thighs, my brains dribbling out of my cunt. He laughed at me, enjoying my antics, while I just twitched in his groin.
Defeated.
Ecstatic.
Empty-headed.
Thoughts were for some other girl, one who still had her dignity intact, one who hadn't spent hours reading misogynistic smut while rubbing her thighs against each other, one who hadn't decided to suck cock to get another orgasm.
Dimly, vaguely, in some back-of-the-brain, subconscious way, I was aware of my own surrender and defeat in that moment. That Theo had successfully made me a party to my own degradation, above and beyond what was necessary, above and beyond what was even expected. I was sucking his cock because the idea had seemed infinitely more appealing than being denied an orgasm. I was being ground down beneath his boot. He'd stepped on my face last night - now he was stepping on my soul, too.
That was only a dim awareness, though. Most of my consciousness was focused on the sheer relief that came from sucking his cock, the taste of Penny and Grace by this point licked clean by my eager tongue. I was an orgasm junkie, my hips bucking against my hand, pleasure leaving me a meek, spasming, jerking, slurping, sucking, desperate cocksucker.
I was actually putting my all into it. He hadn't ordered that. It wasn't necessary. But my brain was utterly focused on sucking his cock, so I did it as best I could. I was twisting my head, bobbing, slurping, licking, sucking. Theo casually petted me, grinning down at me as I cried and came and lost every shred of dignity I'd ever known.
Penny and Grace had emerged from the bedroom by that point, of course, but I didn't pay attention to them. I couldn't have told you what expressions they had, what they said, or what they did. I could only suck and come and suck some more.
He pulled me off his cock, and I whimpered pathetically, stuck edging myself as orgasm was denied me. I strained against his grip and put a serious portion of my full strength into it, making him gasp in surprise as my lips once more latched onto his cock despite his grip on my hair. He didn't tug it out, his hand was just forced to follow me down.
"Holy hell, you're one eager cocksucker now, Darla," he said, his cock pulsing - and then he started to come, blowing his load all over the inside of my throat.
He wanted to give me a facial. That was why he pulled me off.
That was the closest thing to an actual, rational thought I'd been able to produce in quite some time.
I ignored it to focus on my hand in my cunt.
Once he was finished coming, though, he didn't bother trying to overpower me by grabbing my hair again. "Stop sucking my cock," he ordered, and my mouth went limp around him, suction vanishing as I became a limp, compliant hole for his cock. "Pull off my cock, and stay off it," he said, able to recognize that I was so desperate I was interpreting his orders in the most legalistic way possible.
I was forced off his cock. My will didn't matter - it was as if an alien force had grabbed me and shifted me back, straightening up my spine. I sat there, looking up at him, through tear streaked eyes, able to see only in vague blurs. My mouth hung open, my tongue stretched out, trying to invite him back into my throat that way.
"Now, I can tell you didn't finish all your assigned reading, Darla," he said, his voice once more having that cloying sadistic note to it. I whimpered, figuring that meant that he was about to torment me and not let me suck his dick some more. "That's fine, though. But I want to know that you actually learned something. Give me some dirty talk, inspired by what you read."
There was a pregnant moment of silence. Part of me expected my mouth to just start blabbering, but no sound came out of it. Is this some limitation of his control?
I didn't have much time to wonder, though, because he casually slapped my face with his open palm. I couldn't say whether it was to try to restart my brain, or to punish me. Either way, he repeated. "Darla. Don't just sit there with your mouth hanging open."
I swallowed, saliva feeling thick as it slid down my throat, his taste lingering on my palate. My brain was sluggish. My hand was still in between my thighs, still working myself over even though I knew rationally no orgasms would result from that. "I need your cock, sir," I said. There was no command there. I was talking because on some level I wanted to talk. Purely because it meant I'd get to come, but still. "Please. As a woman, I live for cock. I want cock. I need cock. I need a man like you to give me cock, and give me release, and let me just melt. Let my delicate female brains drip out from between my legs. Please please please," I whined.
"Pathetic," Grace muttered under her breath, reminding me of her existence, sending another pulse to my clit.
Penny actually clapped for me. From her perspective, she was trying to be supportive - but in a way, that made it worse. Good job, Darla! she was saying. You're totally accepting your new reality as a desperate cocksocket who says whatever misogynistic filth Theo wants you to!
Theo pinched my nipples with either hand at that, and I instantly came. I moaned, hips bucking against my hand, and he just casually tugged on my tits, trying to work me off the couch.
It didn't work. I could take a tank shell and stay standing, he wasn't going to pull me off by pure muscle. It just stimulated me further, and despite the roughness, it was all pleasure for me. "Darla, follow me back to the bedroom," he said, after giving up.
"Yesh," I slurred out, standing up - and he tugged on my tits again, this time to try to force me downwards. I lacked the presence of mind to even understand what he wanted from me.
"Down. On your hands and knees. Crawl," he said, letting go of my breasts, and I obeyed instantly, collapsing to my hands and knees. I followed after him to my own bedroom, like a dog after its master.
I didn't even really process the position as humiliating. Not even in the "well-worn groove in the brain" sense, where it didn't feel particularly humiliating but it was still arousing. I had to crawl after him, but it was just the thing I was doing, no different than if I had to walk after him.
Oh, I was still incredibly horny, don't get me wrong. My brain was dripping out from in between my thighs as I crawled after Theo.
The reason for that was anticipation, though. I was going to get to come again. The intense fire in between my thighs was about to be fed by that big, hard cock of his, and I was panting in desire.
He guided me up onto the bed and made me lay on the back. "Spread your legs. Grab your thighs. Hold those legs nice and wide for me," he ordered, and I obeyed, my legs spread in an elaborate M shape, my sopping wet cunt presented to him, a ready and waiting hole for his cock. "Now, beg, bitch," he said. "Make me believe that you really are a depraved, misogynistic, little fuckslut eager for her master's cock."
Once more, I didn't speak immediately. Once more, I just barely noticed that it felt like his control was loosening, or else too loose here, for whatever reason.
It didn't matter, though. I didn't try to take advantage of whatever hole I'd stumbled upon to escape. I was soon saying exactly the sorts of things he wanted to hear, without the slightest concern for getting away.
I just needed his cock.
"Please, Theo, I know I'm just a stupid bitch, ruled by her needy cunt, but I need your big, hard cock. Women like me need a man to take charge and explain to them their nature, and you have. You've taught me that I'm just a submissive, masochistic fuckdoll, eager to have a man like you put me in my place, just like you taught Grace that she's a natural slave, and Penny that she'd be happiest being your fuckmaid. I'm a desperate cunt on legs, and I need your cock inside me." He just stared down at me, a smirk on his lips as he made me keep going, as he forced me to keep talking. Not because of his control over me, but because I needed his cock right now. "This is how it should be, the fact that I'm your boss doesn't matter, what matters is that you're a man and I'm a woman."
At that point, Theo finally gave me what I desperately wanted, and rammed his cock balls deep inside me. Another orgasm hit me, a lightning bolt to the brain, scrambling my thoughts as his dick wedged itself deep, deep within my cunt.
"That's right, bitch. You, Grace, Penny - you may be smart, but it doesn't matter, does it? What matters is that your clit is begging you to become my submissive little slut, and so that's exactly what you're doing," he told me, starting to casually thrust away inside me, my tits bouncing with each thrust, my head spinning. "You thought you were better than me before I asked you out, didn't I? But who's in charge now, and who's quivering on his cock like a living fleshlight?"
I couldn't verbally respond - I was too busy coming. I could only moan incoherently as his hands reached down for my tits, squeezing them tight. My own hands remained firmly latched to my thighs, keeping my legs spread for Theo as he fucked me relentlessly, abusing my cunt just like he was abusing my dignity.
"I love seeing smart bitches like you turned into messy little fucksluts. That's why I made Grace and Penny mine," he explained. It was like a villainous monologue from some bad movie, but it was also like it was directly electrocuting my clit, sending waves upon waves of pleasure through my body as he fucked me. "A doctor and a mathematician, both desperate and eager to please their master - and now, a physicist and a CEO, rolled up into one, desperate to please her boyfriend and owner. It's not enough the bitch is hot, that she's submissive - she has to be smart, too."
I was drooling at that point. My eyes were rolled back in their sockets. I barely understood what he was saying - and I think that was part of the fun, for him. He could say all these things, right in front of the three of us, and none of us could gainsay him.
We really were messy little fuckholes for him. We really were his. He really had taken three intelligent women and forced them to serve and worship him and beg for it.
A thought bubbled to the top of my head: His control didn't force me to talk or degrade myself. I did it on my own, because I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted to come.
That thought is what made me come, the sheer realization of the depths of my defeat sending an electric shock to the brain. I let my dignity melt out of my cunt, and chose to just enjoy the pleasure and bliss of getting fucked like that.
Maybe my defeat played across my face - or maybe Theo was just enjoying my spasming cunt - because at that point, he started slapping my tits, banging on them like bongo drums as he kept on fucking me.
He spoke too, all sorts of filthy, misogynistic things. Explaining that this was natural, that this is what I wanted, that my orgasms were proof of my true nature. He pointed out he didn't have to try to touch me this way or that, didn't have to worry about angles or precision. All he had to do to make me melt was to degrade me, and wasn't that proof that this is what I wanted? That this was what I had always wanted, more than anything else?
God help me, I was so turned on that I actually nodded in response to those words. Yes, I said without being able to speak. Yes, I am in fact a fuckslut, every passing moment you prove that more and more. I do let myself be degraded and humiliated for orgasms. I do! It's true!
He came at that point, of course, bottoming out in my cunt and just erupting with a low groan. His fingers clawed at my tits as he came, digging into the soft flesh with all the skill of a teenage boy.
It didn't matter. His orgasm brought me to a fresh orgasm, the feeling of a fresh load being deposited inside me bringing me sweet release. My brain just shuddered in ecstasy. It was like all my thoughts were being sandblasted away, and I was being reconstructed as a compliant little plaything for Theo.
When he finished, he pulled out of me. "You can let go of your legs now," he told me - and then flopped onto the bed next to me. He dragged me into him, making me rest my cheek against his bare chest. He stank of sex and sweat and exertion, but it didn't really matter to me at that point. "You two, get started on dinner," he ordered Grace and Penny, who promptly went to work. He just casually stroked my face once the two of us were alone. "This is good. It's better when you're obedient and eager like this, Darla," he told me, his voice soft. "It's better for you, too. I can tell." He licked his lips. "You can talk," he told me.
I didn't have anything to say. I just panted against him, still recovering.
He snorted at that. "Right. A little fucked stupid, huh?" By way of response, I brainlessly humped his side. It was instinctive, but it made him smile. "You still need to read the rest of those stories, but you did a good job synthesizing the lessons of them. I'll let you speak when we eat dinner, as long as you agree to keep it up. To keep acting like a completely depraved misogynist, ruled by her cunt. What do you think? Does that sound good?"
"Yes, sir," I whispered, my voice thin and quiet. As if he'd successfully beaten any defiance and pride out of me, purely with his cock and his control over my orgasms. He grinned at that.
"Good girl. Now go put your mouth to use sucking my cock," he ordered.
I dutifully pulled back and crawled down in between his legs. It looked like even he ran out of energy eventually, his dick half-erect, but that didn't matter. I just wrapped my lips around it and started to suck.
I'm sure I was quite a sight, my face streaked with tears. If he could have seen my soul - orgasm-ruined and desperate - then it probably would have been even better.
Either way, my right hand slid in between my thighs, as I started to masturbate while sucking his cock.
What other choice did I have?
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