My heart rate was high. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears, like a fight for my life. Every single choice I made from here was either salvation or damnation. If I behaved too blatantly, he'd realize that I knew about my control and enslave me again. Yet, just spending time in his presence bore the risk of a fresh order that would bind me up in his grasp again, entirely by accident.
I had to get out, now. I was naked, though. I could flee naked - but that would imperil my secret identity. I gingerly clambered off the bed, sagging in relief when I managed to stand on my own two feet on the floor again, now safe from the bed altogether.
I could use my flight powers and float to the closet. That would minimize the risk of him hearing me and waking up, but if he did wake up, he'd know he was dealing with Andromeda, not just Dr. Darla Nabel.
My hands gingerly reached for the closet door. I held my breath as I slowly, agonizingly slowly, opened it. Inch by inch. It didn't creak. I could only look at my clothes, hanging up there, with a desperate need to collect something that was presentable to wear outside. I pushed my tongue against my cheek as I considered all the outfits, and finally settled on a long-sleeved sweater and jeans.
I didn't bother to grab underwear. I needed to get out, and fast. If my tits bounced around uncomfortably, whatever - as long as I got out of there before Theo woke up.
I reached the front door, pausing in front of it. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the pounding in my heart. Gingerly - the most gingerly I'd ever done anything - I started to turn the top lock. It squeaked, loudly, and I inwardly whimpered, glancing over towards the bedroom. I didn't see Theo moving, so I unlocked the bottom lock, and started to gently, slowly, methodically, tug the door open.
I'm about to get free. I'm about to get away.
I squeezed out through the barely-open doorway, my tits scraping along its edge. Luckily, whatever had been done to my brain didn't mean I would become superstimulated by everything, or I probably would have come at that. I got outside, closing the door incredibly, painstakingly slowly, and then the door closed.
Click. Whirr. The noise of it automatically locking felt like the sound of a gun going off. "Darla?" Theo mumbled from the bedroom, and I just floated across the ground, headed for the elevator, clicking the button to go down with desperate energy. The staircase opened, but it would set off an alarm to the front desk, so I stood there in a panic, never so much wishing that they weren't as-
The door to my apartment opened. "Darla? What are you doing?"
No no no no. "Just, um, had some late night cravings," I told him. "Wanted to get some, uh, chocolate M&Ms," I said, then realized all M&Ms were chocolate. "The peanut butter chocolate type, I mean."
"Oh, cool. Bring me a bag," he said.
Fuck. Does he know and is acting casual? Well, I don't have a choice now. "Yes, sir," I told him, doing my best to play the role of the delicate young woman in the hopes of luring him further into a false sense of security.
The elevator door opened at that point, and I stepped into it. As the door closed, I sagged in relief.
I had to come back, but he was dead tired. With any luck, he'd pass out on the bed, let me place a bag of M&Ms on the nightstand, and then I'd be free.
Once I reached the ground floor and started to walk, though, I became keenly aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I'd had to skip it, in my rush, but now - as a woman walking alone late at night - I was critically aware of seemingly every passing man looking at me. I wondered if they could tell by the way my tits bounced that I wasn't wearing a bra.
That sparked humiliation, which spiked my arousal. Fuck. It's for everyone, not just him?
I wanted to whimper pathetically. Instead, I stopped into a convenience store that was still open at this late hour. I picked up two bags of peanut butter M&Ms, and paid for them. By the way the - teenaged, tired, male - sales clerk looked down at my tits, he could tell I wasn't wearing a bra. A flood of arousal hit me, and as my clit scraped against the inside of my jeans, I was made critically aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing panties in a whole new way. Each step saw denim scrape against my pussy, while my brain quietly boiled as new men looked at me.
The walk to the convenience store had been a quiet simmer compared to the walk back - something about knowing that every guy who glanced my way was looking at my tits made it that much more humiliating, and thus that much more arousing for my newly fucked-up brain. The fact that I was leaking all over my jeans, and I felt like everybody glancing at me had to know that I wasn't wearing panties by the wet stain there, made it even worse.
At least I hadn't put on a skirt. I'd be dripping all over my legs.
As I got back into the elevator, headed up for my apartment...
I was actually horny enough I considered trying to get Theo to fuck me. Only if he was already conscious, of course - I didn't want to risk waking him up - but if he was conscious, wouldn't a quick fuck work to knock him out? It'd get rid of his suspicions. It'd also help me get rid of the boiling heat in between my thighs, my arousal continuing to climb even in the totally sterile environment of the inside of the elevator.
I just swallowed as the doors opened. I had the presence of mind to peer through my own door, seeing that Theo hadn't gone to bed, and was instead laying on the couch in an awkward position, lying facing the door.
Fuck. Is he suspicious?
He looked asleep, at least... I tried to be as quiet as possible, gingerly creaking the door open again.
It didn't matter. His eyes opened as I opened it, meeting mine as I stepped into the apartment. "You forgot to put on your glasses," he noted, casually holding them up for me.
Fuck, fuck, does he know-?
"Guess I'm sleepy too," I said, letting out a loud, affected yawn. "I can walk around without them - I didn't drive."
"Chocolate," he said, holding his hand out for me. I placed one bag in his hand, and he immediately ripped it open, looking up at me. "By the way, I want to take you to meet a friend of mine. Meet me at the corner of North 3rd and Breakaway at 7 PM," he explained.
He has to know. No, he's suspicious, he doesn't know. If he knew, he'd be stomping on my free will right now, but he wants the illusion. The ideal for him is that I don't know, because then I'll let him deep clean my brain with his cock, without ever realizing anything suspicious is going on at all. I'll just turn into a fawning fuckdoll like Penny. Is the friend I'm meeting Penny? "Understood, sir. Do you want to go back to bed? I'd like to cuddle..."
He wore a small smile. "We can cuddle right here," he told me, patting the couch. I dutifully crawled in with him, letting him wrap his arms around me. The couch was an extremely cramped space, and I had to pretty much squish my ass back into his dick. His hand freely pawed at my tit, clearly delighting in the knowledge that I'd gone out not wearing a bra. "No bra, huh?" He asked, before popping an M&M in his mouth.
"Y-yes, sir. Like I said. No, um. No... yeah, sleepy," I said. Fuck, fuck. There's no way he doesn't see through it, right?
"Cute," he told me, casually groping my tit all the more tightly. His fingers just dug into my breast, making me squirm, my pussy spasming. "Such a smarty pants, but when you get all sleepy, you forget to dress yourself properly. This is a side of you only I know, right, Darla?"
"Nnn, yes," I panted out, as he continued to just maul my tit. My toes curled as I struggled to keep myself from just moaning in pure bliss. Well, I'm going to get that orgasm I was wanting.
"That, deep down, you're just a masochistic slut who needs a man to put her in her place, at which point her brains will dribble out of her sopping wet horny cunt," he breathed in my ear. My arousal spiked like crazy, and his fingers roughly dug into my tits again, sending me over the moon to another orgasm, moaning as my body spasmed in place. He chuckled at that. "A horny slut who can come from getting her tits groped by her favorite man, hmmm?" He breathed in my ear.
I just nodded, still quivering in his grasp, and he chuckled sadistically in my ear.
"Such a good, well-behaved slut," he told me, fingers digging into my breast all the more roughly. "You got all anxious about not waking me up with a blowjob, and decided you had to do it so early in the morning." I mewled as his fingers just squeezed my tits through my sweater, the fabric of the sweater serving to grind against my flesh alongside the rough hands doing much the same. I gasped softly as he intensified the pressure. "That's just how it is when you meet a man you're so sexually compatible with. You're eager to please, since I've made you come so many times since our first date."
"Yuh, yes, sir," I agreed. I was only going along with it to try to lure him back into a false sense of security - but the humiliation of having to say those sorts of things about him set off sparklers in my brain and served to make me come all over again. I resisted the urge to moan loudly, just quivering and jerking, soaking my jeans with my juices as my brain dribbled out of my cunt.
By the time I came down from the orgasm, I could tell by his breathing that he'd fallen asleep... unfortunately, he'd done so with one hand still firmly wrapped around me, and I had a scheduled date that I couldn't escape from. Trying to run away now would only excite his suspicion further, and whatever the date was, he'd doubtlessly try to lock me down and keep me from running off again.
Instead, I had to sit there, getting groped by Theo in his sleep, for the entire night.
I ended up coming five different times.
He didn't wake up once.
* * *
Theo let me wear whatever I wanted to work the next day, though we carpooled with him driving. I sat there, wearing perfectly presentable, ordinary clothes, while my thoughts ran a mile a minute.
I wasn't even thinking about escaping at that point. No, instead, my brain was focused entirely on the fact that he had been fucking me constantly the past few days. Yes, he obviously found it hot to fuck his large-breasted, highly-intelligent boss and make her suck his dick on command while she came his brains out, but even given that, his libido was through the roof. I wondered if he was hypersexual or a sex addict or something like that.
He'd made me blow him as he drove at least once. At any point, he could give me that command. He had no real reason not to. The fact that I was only upright in the car, sitting next to him rather than leaned over to suck his cock, was its own sort of quiet humiliation - which of course was like a vibrator to my clit-brain at this point.
"Plug in my phone," he ordered me, and I dutifully did exactly that. I fully expected him to begin playing some misogynistic drek, which I would both have no choice to listen to, and be intensely aroused by. "Play the Exoworlds podcast."
The podcast was surprisingly sedate. Discussions of what we knew about various planets outside of our solar system. While humanity had contact with aliens, there were fairly strong norms against sharing technology with lesser species, and that norm was strong enough to keep them from sharing their star charts. As such, we only had bits and pieces of understanding about various alien worlds, generally from some alien crashlanding on Earth.
Was he all fucked out? Maybe the constant sex was just his attempt to get me under his thumb early on, and now that he had me, he'd be gentler with my brain?
He had to be suspicious, though, so that didn't quite work, did it...?
Maybe he wanted me to initiate.
A thought came to mind - if I initiated, right now, it would suggest to him that I really was his mindfucked little love doll. He'd be less suspicious. It was in my best interest, wasn't it?
The fact that it'd also definitely help deal with the quiet, seething arousal between my legs didn't hurt either. I just swallowed softly, and then spoke up. "Theo, would you like a blowjob as you drive?" I asked him. The ridiculous, pathetic question sent a railroad spike of arousal directly to my brain, and I missed his immediate response as I quivered in place, my eyelashes momentarily fluttering. Maybe knowing I'm being mindfucked doesn't change anything. Maybe my brain's going to be turned to soup just as fast anyway. "S-sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
"I said, go ahead and suck if you want, Darla," he told me, sparing not even a glance my way.
He had an eager, attractive woman right next to him, asking for a blowjob, and he kept his eyes on the road. Was that for his gratification - enjoying his boss sucking him off while he ignored her - or was it for mine?
It didn't really matter. I leaned over him, unzipping his pants. When we came to a stop, he raised his hips up, letting me tug his pants and underwear down enough to let his erect cock pop free.
You did this to yourself, I thought, and promptly shoved one hand down in between my thighs. My mouth opened, and I shifted forward, sucking on the tip of his cock, slurping quietly at the thing as I began to get to work. My tongue danced along the underside of his cock, and I began to bob. In between my thighs, my pussy was on fire. It'd be more convincing if you came fast and hard in this position, I rationalized to myself. Maybe I was already becoming an addict to his cock and control and domination, and all my hard work scurrying away would still have been for nothing even if he hadn't caught me. Either way...
I'm sucking my employee's cock while he drives us to work. I'm basically having public sex. I'm slurping on his dick. He's never eaten me out. He probably never will. He slaps me around and gropes me. Reminding myself of my position, where I was, how far I'd fallen - it was an intoxicating soup of arousal for my brain. It felt like my thoughts were being cooked as I sucked, and the simmering was all of my own devising. The slurping, the licking, the swallowing, those were for his pleasure. But the thoughts were for mine, and I was practically drowning myself in them.
He doesn't even taste good, but it doesn't matter. He's turning me into his self-degrading cocksucker. I'm going to offer to blow him again. He didn't order me into this. Maybe I am just his fawning, mindfucked toy at this point, just deluding herself. Maybe my cunt rules my life now. Maybe I'm his sex slave. Maybe if you got rid of the forced obedience at this point - hell, maybe it actually will wear off on its own - I'd still crawl in between his thighs to slurp on his dick to feel this again. Maybe the Dr. Nabel who existed a few days ago has already been replaced with his cockslut, and all these attempts to escape are just me kidding myself.
I came at that point, moaning around his dick, and he responded by planting one hand on my head, shoving me all the way down his cock. His length forced my throat to bulge, while my body quivered and twitched in response to the rough treatment. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth, running down his balls, while my brain buzzed in arousal, both at my own mental monologue and to his rough treatment of my throat.
He was coming, I realized. Groaning softly as he blew his load down my throat, trying to keep his eyes on the road as we continued the drive.
Once he was finished, he tugged me off his cock. "Put it away," he ordered, and I didn't have any choice - I helped tuck away his dick as he drove us the rest of the way to the office, luckily having gotten him all zipped up and put his belt back in place by the time we arrived. I did my best to fix up my hair and clear away any spit from my face, but I really was less than confident I'd actually succeeded well enough to hide what I'd been doing.
We headed into work, and as I settled into my desk, I fully expected my phone to buzz with some sext. It was on. He was here. I could see him in his office... and he was just working.
That's good, isn't it? You need to work too. Getting your brains fucked out by your employee isn't good for that.
Fuck. It had been four days, and I was already so addicted that I was feeling needy because Theo wasn't calling me over to his office to suck his cock. A drug addict missing her fix.
I managed to refocus on my work at that point, redoing some wormhole maths, considering the materials list somebody had put together, sending emails to potential investors, trying to find manufacturers for parts we needed...
My thoughts kept wandering to Theo. I kept checking on him, peering through walls only to find... yep, he was just sitting at his desk, working peacefully away, not a care in the world. His boss was at his beck and call, right down the hall, and-
You're acting like a spurned girlfriend. He's raping you. You want him to get bored and never touch you again.
I reminded myself I didn't know he was raping me. If I had known that, then I would have laser beamed his head off.
Probably.
That 'probably' was the treacherous, artificial arousal at work, telling me that, actually, if I killed him, I wouldn't get to come my brains out constantly on his cock as he ordered me around.
I tried to ignore it.
I ate in my office, rather than risking leaving it and Theo deciding that we should eat together.
* * *
I only actually saw Theo in person once work ended, and we got back into the car together. He was driving. "Mm, we can get there a little earlier than scheduled," he said, casually glancing at the timer. It was only 6. "Want to get there early?"
"Is there food? I ate a light lunch."
He laughed at that. "Oh, there's food," he told me, a smirk on his lips. "Don't know how much chance you'll have to eat, though."
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I dutifully sat quietly as the podcast played. My hands were in my lap. My thoughts were at least preoccupied by wondering where the hell we were actually going, rather than turning into a soup of self-degrading thoughts that would leave my cunt weeping.
Once we pass 7, then I can flee, I reminded myself. The moment he let me out of his sight...
* * *
"Here we are," Theo said, as he parked the car.
On the building, with a neon sign, was emblazoned Lucky Ladies. It was accompanied by the silhouette of a woman.
It was a strip club.
He'd driven me straight to a strip club.
I didn't have anything against strip clubs, necessarily. If the women voluntarily went, and the men voluntarily went, then that was perfectly fine with me. People can do what they like, and I wouldn't judge a woman for trying to make some money off of horny guys.
But, there were two reasons I had no interest in going to a strip club.
Firstly, I'm straight, of course. I guess there were strip clubs with male performers, but the thought of some random hot guy stripping didn't really excite me.
Secondly, I really, really don't like being the center of large amounts of male attention, and given my proportions, I got plenty of attention already. I didn't want to increase it by going into a strip club full of guys who would probably think I was a performer.
None of my opinions on the subject mattered, though. I was soon sitting at the bar in the strip club. It was 6:45, so if I tried to leave, I'd just get dragged back there. I'd been carefully watching every word Theo said, though, and he hadn't done or said anything that would restrict my freedom of movement beyond that. If I could get through the next fifteen minutes without exciting his suspicion, then I could escape, easily.
"Theo! Omigosh!" A voice I recognized from the phone call that Theo had been on while I sucked his cock. Penny.
She was a redhead, wearing a bright pink t-shirt tied off to show off her navel. She looked young, and she had breasts like mine - very large, the kind that instantly got lots of male attention. She was wearing a cheery smile as she waved at the pair of us, approaching quickly. She was lightly doused with freckles, and had a natural warmth to her green eyes as she looked at the pair of us. The sort of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve.
She immediately hugged Theo the moment she got in range, and I could tell by the way she arched her back that she was purposefully shoving her tits into his chest.
It's not like Theo was my first boyfriend - I'd done the same to guys I liked on a few occasions.
It's not like Theo was my boyfriend, at all, actually, to clarify. There was something wrong with my brain, that's the entire reason I was here right now.
Fuck. Maybe the normalcy has helped fry my brains more.
"Penny, this is my new girlfriend," Theo said, shifting his body to the side, gesturing towards me. Penny released him at that point, looking at me.
"Hi! I'm Penny! It's nice to meet you, and I'm glad you're okay with Theo coming to the club still! He's my favorite client," she said, with a smile.
"Y-yes, nice to meet you," I said, awkwardly flashing her a smile. I offered my hand, which she took and shook enthusiastically. "Oh, I'm, um. Dr. Nabel."
"Wait," she said, pausing her shaking of my hand. Her eyes went wide as she tilted her head forward, her lips parted in shock. "Doctor Darla Nabel, the- oh, wow! You totally are! Oh, I'm a huge fan!" She looked earnest as she spoke, like she was sincerely happy to hear from me. "I actually, ah, well, I'm working on a math degree, but knowing that there's a woman like you, at the top of her field, it helps me feel more confident in that!"
"Penny here is stripping her way through college," Theo explained, casually groping Penny's ass, making the woman in question lean into him. "Now, Darla and I would like to have a private show," Theo told Penny.
"Oh, of course! Good thing you came when you did, I was totally going to have to do a whole dance, and then probably I'd get a couple guys asking for me to wag my tits in their face, and that'd take forever. But yes, let's go!" She took my hand again. "I'll show you, Dr. Nabel," she said. "See, we have private rooms so guys can enjoy a little one on one time with the performers," she explained, as we arrived at a small, cozy room. It had a pole in the middle and an L-shaped couch against two walls, which made the idea that this was only for one-on-one time pretty dubious. A private show, sure, but you could easily fit five guys on these seats. "So, nothing is supposed to happen back here," she explained, "beyond a little dancing. But, that's just because of anti-prostitution laws. It's not like I'd charge Theo for anything," she said, glomming onto Theo's arm as she spoke, looking up at him with a practically dazzled look of worship on her face.
"Sit down with me, Darla," Theo said, taking a seat, and I had no choice but to sit down next to him.
"Woof. Ha. Wow. I feel a little stage fright again, Darla." I twitched at the use of my name. I'd gotten used to it from Theo, but I really preferred Dr. Nabel. "That's a compliment, by the way!" She'd misinterpreted my annoyance. "When I first started dancing, you know, obviously I felt stage fright. I didn't really know what I was doing! But, well, I'm sure as a fellow chesty girl you know guys can be pretty shallow, so it doesn't have to be a perfect dance. Plus, I don't really care about those guys' opinions of me. But you're Dr. Darla Nabel! The genius behind Empyreal! I'm definitely worried I'll make a mistake!"
"Don't worry about it, Penny," Theo said. "Darla's not really going to be watching that much."
"She's... not?" Penny just looked genuinely confused.
"Yeah. Just dance. You'll see," he explained.
"Right. I trust you, Theo." Penny took a deep breath, placing one hand on the stripper pole, and starting to slide around on it. She made these long, exaggerated steps that took her whole body in a circuit around the pole; she gyrated against it, and on it, and pressed her tits into the thing, almost like she was giving it a titfuck.
At that point, Theo spoke up. "Darla. I have an erection. Take care of it with your mouth and tits while Darla dances."
I gaped at his sheer forwardness - yet, simultaneously, my clit pulsed with arousal, and I rose for just a moment, only to kneel down in between his thighs, tugging his cock out in short order. The thing quickly bounced free, hard and eager in front of me, and I took a deep breath through my nose as I stared at it for a second. I leaned forward, sucking on his tip with my lips.
"Oh, I see," Penny said, in a totally innocent tone of voice. "The show's for you, Theo, not her." Her voice was warm. "Well! I'm certainly, ahm, surprised," she said, and there was a note of arousal in her voice, one that I'd probably spoken in plenty times.
She had to be under the same effect as me, didn't she?
"Back to dancing, Penny," Theo spoke with a casual note to his voice, even as his fingers ran through my hair.
"Ah, yes, sorry, sir," Penny said, immediately starting to dance on the pole, while I just wetly choked on his cock. He drove me ever deeper down his length with the most casual grip. Even as my throat wetly glukked around his cock, I could hear the sounds of Penny dancing for his viewing pleasure. She tossed her shirt his way at some point, and I heard as she shuffled out of her shoes and jeans too.
I didn't get to watch, of course. All I got to see was Theo's stomach, as his hard cock throbbed inside of my mouth, his hand keeping a firm grip, quietly reminding me of my new place in the world as his eager cocksucker.
"Now, as you can see, Penny - Darla here is totally fine with me sleeping with other women." I could only wetly mewl around his cock. Even in the state he imagined me to be in, he hadn't bothered to confirm that! "She's a horny little cuck bitch, in fact. I bet she's already getting wet to the thought, aren't you, Darla? Knowing that you're not good enough to fully satisfy me?"
I mewled around his cock again, a pitiful noise, but nodded around his dick - at which point he forcibly tugged me up along his length, the thing emerging from my mouth altogether with a wet pop. "Y-yes, sir," I said, a moment later. It was just brainless agreement, trying to escape from the embarrassment and ensure he saw me as still-compliant.
"Take off your top and your bra - I want to see those fat tits of yours wrapped around my dick," he told me, his cock throbbing in the air. My clit pulsed at the words, the casual presumptiveness of them. He could speak to me right in front of another woman, and know neither of us would complain.
My opinion wasn't relevant at that point, anyway. I just grasped the bottom of my top, tugging it up and up, revealing my breasts. My glasses got knocked off in the process, clattering to the floor, but it didn't matter. I was wearing a plain, ordinary bra, and I could see by the faint frown on Theo's lips that he didn't like that. Luckily, he didn't say something like, You must now only wear sexy underwear, because then I'd be stuck with that, even if I got away. My tits came out after a second of fiddling with the clasp, releasing my bare breasts to the open air, and I moved forward to squish my tits around his cock.
He hadn't ordered me to do that. I'd done it all on my own, because I knew it was what he wanted. My clit pulsed at that thought, and again as his gaze went up to look at Penny, a grin on his lips as the other girl presumably got more enthusiastic in her dancing behind me. I could hear her feet hitting the ground, could hear her lifting herself up, the pole swaying slightly, but I couldn't look. I was stuck with his cock in between my breasts, and I just leaned down towards his cock, tongue stretching out to tease the very tip as it popped out from my bosom. Each time, I'd lick at it, and I compressed my tits harshly around his cock, the stimulation serving to further arouse me.
"Penny, take off your bra, then titfuck the pole," he ordered, a casual certainty that didn't seem to bother Penny at all. On the contrary, she let out a soft breath as she started to (presumably) titfuck the pole. "Mm." He casually planted his hand on the back of my head, driving me down deeper into my tits, practically smothering me in my own titflesh. His cockhead pressed against my lips, and I suckled on it as he enjoyed me like that. "Give me some dirty talk, Penny. Darla's still learning how to do some good, filthy, dirty talk, but you've got plenty of experience. It's an opportunity to teach your hero a skill she doesn't know."
"Yes, sir," Penny said from behind me, oozing arousal. My clit pulsed as I half-moaned around his cock, my arousal continuing to spike as I slurped and suckled on the tip of his cock. "Mm, I love your big, fat cock. It taught me what it means to be a woman. You've made me come more times than I did in my whole life up until I met you, and I started masturbating when I was thirteen," she said. "I don't even bother touching myself, not even when you're not around for a while. It won't be as good as with you. You won't abandon me, right, sir? You'll let this desperate, fat-titted teenaged slut suck and fuck you for the rest of her pathetic little life, right?"
At that point, I came, moaning into my own tits. Pleasure shocked my brain, Penny's degrading words serving to intensify my own feeling of degradation and humiliation, with the knowledge that if Theo had his way, I'd soon be babbling like that. He just kept me in position, smothering me in my own tits.
"I have a sixth sense for sluts like you two," Theo said, his cock pulsing in my mouth as I moaned around it. "Just natural bitches waiting for the right man to unlock all those needs you never knew you had, right?"
"Mhm, sir," Penny agreed immediately. "You own my body. Mouth, tits, ass, cunt. God, I always imagined having a boyfriend and getting married, but I guess that'll never happen now, right? I'll just be your dutiful fat-titted toy that you fuck whenever the mood takes you... I'm okay with that, as long as you keep fucking me the way you do. As long as you keep showing me how good it feels to be owned and controlled. No other man could make me feel the way you do, sir."
"Don't worry, Penny, I don't have any plans to stop fucking you." He grabbed my hair, tugging me off his cock. "That's not a problem for you, right, Darla?"
"N-no, sir," I said, my voice breathless as I continued to just grind my tits into his cock brainlessly. I didn't know if I was doing it due to some order, or just because I was that horny.
"You care about your job, right? If you don't let me fuck other women, then every time I need to come, I'd have to go to your office and fuck you senseless."
"Y-yes, sir," I agreed. "I-it's good that you have other-" Don't say women. Play your role. "-bitches." My body spasmed as that word left my lips, a powerful orgasm rushing through my body immediately. My cunt gripped and squeezed around nothing as I jerked in place, moaning like a whore, continuing to grip and squeeze my tits.
"He's so good at sex, right, Darla?!" Penny sounded excited to have a new friend to share her pleasure with. "Oh my gosh, I wish that I could feel his big dick in between my tits right now... I'm soooo jealous you get to be his girlfriend." There was no hint of anger in her voice. Just raw, horny need. "Ahhh, I'm so horny, Theo. Please, Theo, can this needy little fucktoy get your cock too? I can share. I can be a well-behaved bitch for you."
"Mm," Theo breathed out, casually leaning back in the seat. "What do you think, Darla? Do you want to share my cock with another woman? Knowing you're not good enough to get me off all on your own?"
His words were carefully targeted, I knew that much. He was trying to fry my brain with them. To humiliate me still further. I was out of his league - but it didn't matter, with how my brain was. I had to play my role anyway. Had to pretend to be oblivious. It was past 7 by that point, but I had to keep massaging his cock with my tits anyway. "If my tits aren't good enough f-for you," I gasped out, shuddering softly at the sharp spike in humiliation and arousal that came with those words, "th-then yes, okay."
"You heard the girl, Penny," Theo said, his voice dripping with smug superiority. Penny didn't care, though - she rushed forward, kneeling down next to me, her breasts heaving softly.
"Thank you for sharing, Darla! It's very nice of you! I really appreciate it, Theo is just so amazing and good at sex, haaa... even giving him a titfuck is better than other guys, it's just something about him, right?"
At that point, Theo casually grabbed my hair, tugging me off his cock by it. "Both of you, together. Drown my cock in all that fat titflesh of yours. That's what it's for."
"Yes, sir!" Penny agreed enthusiastically, wrapping her tits around his cock from one side. "Just push yours into mine, I'll move back a little," she told me. "I think, anyway. I've only ever done this with Grace, and she's not as busty as us!" She wore a bright smile as she casually spoke about titfucking Theo with another girl.
I hope that other girl isn't also mindfucked. I just pushed into his cock from the opposite side. My hard nipples pressed into Penny's bare titflesh. I am straight, absolutely, but that fact just added to the humiliation of the moment. He was making me play-act at lesbianism just to get himself off. Making me shove my body against Penny's. I wondered if Penny was straight, too? Her eyes were up on Theo, a warm smile on her lips.
His hands came down to both of us, groaning softly as his length throbbed in the valley of our tits. He pet us both, fingers running through my blonde hair and Penny's red. As the other girl looked up at him, a worshipful, happy expression on her lips, I could almost see myself in her.
Obviously, I was never the bubbly, perky extrovert that Penny clearly was. I definitely had never become a stripper. But Penny was a smart young woman, with large breasts and an interest in STEM. If we'd met anywhere else, I probably would have liked her. Here, in this world, we were both mashing our tits around Theo's cock, my arousal spiking at that thought.
The real thing of it, though, was that Penny was clearly the endgame for Theo. He wanted to reduce me to the kind of fawning sex addict that Penny had become, the other girl's tits squished around his cock eagerly as she smiled brightly up at him. I wondered if she was a test bed for the mind control. Was what he'd done to her the same as what he did to me, or had he tweaked it?
You don't know that he did anything to either of you. Maybe he's just naturally that sexy. Maybe there's nothing untoward going on.
No, no, that definitely wasn't true. My treacherous brain was creating rationalizations born of how fucking good this felt. My fingers tightened up on my tits as I squished them up against Penny's, the soft flesh of our breasts rippling together. I came at that point, moaning like a whore as I spasmed in place, my hips bucking.
"Wow, she's on such a hair trigger," Penny said. The words were a humiliating intoxicant to me, my brain lightly sizzling from just them alone. "I guess she really likes you. Sorry for not coming as much, sir!"
"Ah, don't worry about it. Different girls are different," Theo said, a smile on his lips, his cock twitching in our tits. "It's just that Darla is such a naturally sex-addicted horny slut that she comes so much faster. She'll come from me groping her, or slapping her tits, or sometimes even without being touched. She's woken me up with sex every day since we got together. I figured since she was so introverted, she'd take more to open up, but I guess spending all day in her brain means she gets to cook herself with depraved sexual ideas, right?"
I mewled softly at those words. I just nodded, panting heavily, and he drove me down into the valley of our tits, mashing my face in. I knew what I was expected to do, and my tongue stretched out towards the tip of his cock, tasting it there.
Did he do the same thing to both of us? Is my knowledge of what he did really making it that much worse?
"Well, I thought we had really high sexual compatibility, but apparently you two have even higher compatibility!" Penny said, her voice perky as I just licked and sucked on the tip of his cock. "I'm happy for you, Theo! You too, Darla! Theo is soooo good at sex, right?" She gripped her tits all the tighter around his cock, compressing them up against my cheeks in the process. "He's just amazing at it. It's hard to even think about anything but his dick, you know? I'm a total sex addict for him. A needy little fuckdoll for his big, hard, throbbing cock, pulsing in between our tits. These big bags of fat are good for getting money from guys at the club, but they're even better for pleasing his cock. I'd rather give him a titfuck than make money stripping," she breathed out, losing herself in her own arousal. "I'm doing that right now, actua~lly," she breathed out, right before coming, moaning and jerking against me.
At that point, Theo finally came. He just kept a firm grip on the back of my head as he blew his load all over the inside of my mouth, groaning. It coated my tongue, palate, and cheeks with his spunk, my thoughts clogging up again as I was forced to gulp and swallow it all down. I couldn't miss a drop, or it'd spill out and stain our tits. He'd probably make us do something like lick each others' tits clean.
Even that thought sent a spike of arousal through me, and I took in a deep breath through my nose to try to calm myself.
When he finally finished coming, I managed to swallow it all down, and I pulled back, panting softly as his cock remained hard and throbbing inside of Penny's tits. She kept mashing her breasts around it, glancing up at Theo for direction on what to do next.
She looked serenely happy. A girl in love.
Fuck. That could have been me.
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