It wasn't difficult to get changed into my uniform - I keep multiple copies of it in isolated spots, and I'd already slunk away from Theo's grasp. Once I'd gotten changed, I flew straight up into the air, high enough to get up beyond where planes fly, then reoriented myself and flew straight for Myanmar.
People often imagine that flying across continents is almost like pointing at a map, but even at my altitude, I had to actually know which direction Myanmar was in. Luckily, I did, and so I zipped across the US to the West Coast. The Pacific is the real problem - it's a whole lot of nothing, after all. My first landing was in India, which meant I'd overshot. I had to borrow someone's phone briefly (they got to take a picture with me, and I did give them a winning smile) to reorient myself before heading for Myanmar. Specifically, Angkor.
The question occurred to me - I'd just switched a dozen time zones inside of maybe ten minutes. Maybe I could avoid one of his commands that way? Did it work that way? He'd ordered me to get contacts 'after work' - would the control use that as an objective time, or did I have to go to work for it to trigger?
Either way, I got to Yangon, Myanmar, in short order, quickly finding the several city blocks that had been surrounded by a cordon. One of the local heroes - black and white costume, name I couldn't pronounce or remember - perked up as she saw me, waving up at me. I landed in front of her. "I got the call. What's the situation?"
"There are Tin Men inside of the buildings," she explained. The Tin Men were sapient, self-improving robots - currently somewhere between a gorilla and a human, where they'd been stuck for decades. Their main advantage over humans is that it's a lot easier to copy-paste memories when you're made of metal, and you can have a full-grown baby each time. "They have kidnapped many. They are demanding AI researchers."
I snorted. Sometimes it felt like that was the only thing they wanted. I turned my attention to the buildings, tuning my vision in and out to catch sight of the Tin Men.
While they weren't that good at adapting their coding and brains, their bodies came in all shapes and sizes: tetrapods, centauroids, starfish, humanoids. They also tended to use pretty good, modern tech. I recognized bits and pieces from suppliers I'd employed at Empyreal.
Once I took stock of the whole site, I borrowed a notebook from one of the detectives - at least, I assume he was a detective, he didn't speak English - and sketched everything out. Where the hostages were being held, the number and types of the Tin Men, the building designs themselves, and so on. He looked over my shoulder, but it was meant for my analysis, not his, so I doubt he got much from it.
I looked around for other heroes, and spotted an Indian hero with duplication powers. Samsara, I think he went by? There are so many heroes out there, it's hard to remember all their names at the best of times, much less when you interact with them once in a blue moon. Either way, I floated over to him, showing him what I had, discussing a plan. He nodded along, and split himself into three. One of his bodies slowly moved forward, hands raised into the air. "I am interested in a negotiation with the Tin Men!" He called out - he was soon ushered in. Like I'd hoped, he was taken towards where the hostages were.
Samsara could make a lot more than three duplicates, though. Once he was there, he talked them into gathering together into a close ball - at which point, I slammed in through a window, tearing the Tin Men to shreds with sheer speed, just blasting them in half by bisecting them.
Now, I should be clear - I wasn't killing them. Tin Men are, in fact, sentient beings. They talk, have conversations, and so on. They have poorly pruned "brains" and fewer "neurons" than humans, but they almost certainly think and feel in ways analogous to us. Fortunately, they were made of metal, so as long as I avoided their "brains" (and I'd taken note of where each models' was), they would live. I could disable them by tearing off their arms and legs, and there wasn't anything equivalent to a human bleeding out from you doing that sort of thing to them.
I dashed in and out, carrying Samsara and the hostages to safety inside of a minute. Then, I turned back on the Tin Men. If I left them there - well, the Burmese military and police would take care of them. Most people were carbon chauvinists; I really doubted these guys were going to be the most progressive in their treatment. Most likely, they'd shoot them all to hell, or blow them up, or something else like that. If they survived, it'd be by luck.
So, I swept back in and through the buildings, tearing every Tin Man apart. I carefully avoided their brains, and gathered them up into a single pile in a single building. If you imagined them as meat, it would be like a pile of decapitated heads. I floated over them, listening to their whining and babbling. "This isn't fair." "Give us AI researchers." "I would like my arms back." "Please return my limbs to me." I wondered if they knew that there was no chance those limbs would be reattached without one hell of a lot of work? They were shockingly stupid in some ways, and decently clever in others.
Black and white girl was a tech hero, I remembered that much, so I quickly floated back to her. "The Tin Men are just their braincases at this point - no risk of them hurting anyone else. Can you make sure they aren't destroyed?"
"Not destroyed?" Her brow was furrowed, not sure she'd heard me correctly.
"They are people, even if they are stupid, criminal people. It would be wrong to just kill them. You wouldn't kill a tied-up criminal, would you?"
She took a few seconds, then nodded. She moved forward, speaking to one of the lead military guys in Burmese, and I couldn't have told you the first thing she was saying.
I hoped she was going to do the right thing. Could I stop her, if she wasn't? Yes, almost certainly. But would that be too much? Are you really going to let the lives of people rest on the social awkwardness of talking someone down from killing them? On the other hand, this was Myanmar. Their country. They could do what they wanted, here. I bit my lip, staring at the girl, hoping I'd made the right call. Female superheroes are less likely to kill unarmed captives, I recalled. I hoped that applied to robots too - they weren't exactly the sort of cute cuddly designs, either.
"Andromeda," Samsara said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "They are saying they are very grateful for your assistance," he explained. He took hold of one young woman - somewhere between fourteen and eighteen - who was looking incredibly bashful as he pulled her towards me, going wide-eyed and staring as she looked up at me. "You wanted to say something in particular?" He prompted her.
She swallowed, a thick, wet thing. She reached into her pocket, unfolding some random scrap of paper - it looked to be some kind of emergency phone number. "U-um," she said, stammering something out in Burmese. "Andromeda," she said, holding the paper out to me.
"She wants your autograph," he explained as I just stared at her. "You're her favorite hero."
I smiled at her. I realized I was holding the detective's pen, still - apparently, I'd forgotten to put it down the whole time, that's how outmatched the Tin Men were - and I quickly took the paper from the girl, pressing it against my palm and scribbling out my name in big, bold, bombastic letters. "What's her name?" I asked. "So I can make it out to her properly."
"Thida," she said, a bright smile on her lips, her awkwardness gone now that she knew she was getting the autograph. I handed it back to her, and she instantly clutched it to her chest.
The thought came to mind that she was cute. My brain had been so soaked in sex for the past few days that I instantly connected it back to the matter - would Theo want to fuck her? I shoved the thought aside before even seriously considering it, shaking my head as I struggled to refocus back on the moment.
"Andromeda," Samsara said again, and I turned to him. "It's good to work with you again."
"It's good to work with you, too," I told him.
"They are actually putting me up just a few blocks away - I already have the ingredients for a palak paneer. I know it is night in America right now, so would you care to join me for a meal?"
He was doing his best to come off as polite and respectful. He was even good looking, and had a decent sense of style in his costume. If I had been free, I probably would have taken him up on the offer. Unlike a lot of women, I don't generally have anything to worry about if I go to an acquaintance's home. (I also don't have to worry about getting fat.)
But, of course, I had just gotten done having sex with Theo, and would doubtlessly be having more sex with him before the day was through. Even if it was nonconsensual, well - "I'm sorry. I'm not available at the moment for that sort of thing. I-" am being mind controlled and repeatedly raped, I tried, just in case, but nope, the words still wouldn't come out. "-appreciate the offer."
He nodded, and I flew off.
I had some free time, at least, spared from the grip of Theo. On the other hand, it was late at night, and I had never been much of a club girl. After some consideration, I decided to creep into work to get some things done that I could do in the middle of the night. It wasn't just an opportunity to catch up on the work that Theo fucking me over my desk had put me behind on - it was also a chance to test exactly how the command to get contacts 'after work' worked.
After spending two hours reviewing the wormhole math and the tech numbers and the code and finding the missing exponential that was causing at least a dozen problems in the latest sims, I left work - and I was not drawn inexorably to the optometrist.
I guess that answers that.
It didn't, really - what the rules were was still completely opaque to me - but it did mean that I hadn't found some trick to show up back at home, wearing contacts, vaguely look in his direction as he slept in my bed with another woman, and then flying off into space.
It could be because the optometrists are closed? No, you can definitely just fly to France or something to get contacts. It might actually be faster, since they can just look at your glasses and find your old prescription.
By the time everything was done, it was closing in on morning, and I decided I had to get back to my place. I needed Theo to believe I was completely oblivious.
So I came back to my own home, trying to remain inhumanly quiet as the door creaked closed. I gently removed my shoes, then my shirt, then my bra; the process was repeated on my lower body, peeling my way out of my pants and underwear, leaving me wearing nothing.
I can't even stay dressed in my own home.
Once I was completely naked, I made my way to the bedroom. In the night, Theo had apparently rolled over, and was now the large spoon to Penny's little spoon, his cock falling in the crook of the other woman's butt. It was erect, naturally. I gingerly crawled into bed, my weight shifting the bed beneath the pair - and Penny woke up. She tilted her head around, clearly momentarily confused, and then met my eyes.
"Darla," she whispered, with a nervous smile. "S-sorry, I just woke up like this... I don't know why he let go of you," she said. She sounded genuinely terrified that I might get pissed off at her for this.
Of course she is. From her perspective, she's the other woman, and you're just a kinky girlfriend who likes threesomes. If you think that Theo is more interested in her than you, then you'll cut her off from his dick, which is what she's here for.
The reality, of course, was I - I actually didn't care. I felt a small pang of shock as I realized as much. I knew Theo had almost certainly fucked with her head at least as much as he had mine. Yet, rather than feeling concern or sympathy, I halfway wished he would become obsessed with her, and leave me alone to enjoy his nineteen year old stripper girlfriend.
Darla, she's a smart girl, you know that. If a woman wants to make some money off her sexuality, then that's nothing to judge her for. There's no reason for that sort of contemptuous, cruel thought, even in your own head.
"It's fine," I whispered back. Whatever I thought of Theo, whatever stupid thoughts might intermittently bubble into my brain about Penny - she was a kind person from everything I'd ever seen of her. I didn't want to make her unhappy. "I had to use the toilet in the middle of the night. He rolled over like this before I got back, and I didn't want to wake him."
She let out a sigh of relief, giving me a smile. "W-well, this isn't my first time waking up like this," she admitted, once more worried I'd get pissed at her. "So I can just roll him back onto his back, and - well, he likes being woken up with a blowjob, I'm sure you know that."
I most certainly did. The memory of walking halfway across the city to give him a wakeup blowjob came to mind instantly, and my clit throbbed at the sharp humiliation of the obscene memory. I nodded quietly, glancing at Theo once more.
"We can give him a double blowjob," she whispered to me, and after a long moment, I nodded. I watched as she expertly rolled Theo onto his back without rousing him, the blanket tenting around his hard-on; another second or so, and she had the blanket tugged down below it, his turgid length pointing up towards the ceiling, throbbing and sticky with sweat that had gathered during the night. The scent was overpowering, but I knelt down towards it anyway.
I'm going to blow him without being told. My pussy throbbed with desire at that thought. I opened and closed my mouth for just a moment, my nipples rapidly hardening, my arousal spiking. I'm initiating sex, with fellatio, for a crude, sadistic, jackass. I licked my lips as the thoughts rolled around in my head, and Penny gently leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock, glancing up at me for approval, still worried I'd be mad about her getting spooned through the night.
I leaned forward, my lips kissing at his tip too. My arousal continued to climb, and I decided to just lean into it, closing my eyes as I kissed and licked at his cockhead. Before Theo, I never would have thought of a wakeup blowjob as some humiliating-arousing thing; it would have been a nice treat for a guy I liked. Now, though, I was lapping at the cock that had just been poking at Penny's ass, my mouth softly kissing at his length, my arousal continuing to climb as his taste stained my lips. She was kissing him on the opposite side, her kisses quickly becoming sloppy and wanton, losing herself as she made out with his cock. Even without looking, I could hear the wet shlicking noises as she worked herself over, her breathing having that ragged arousal of a woman currently masturbating.
Why not work yourself over? You have to do this. You might as well enjoy it.
Theo groaned at that point; I opened my eyes and flicked my gaze up in time to see his eyes fluttering open. He glanced down at the pair of us, and a grin crossed his face immediately, wide and horny. His hands landed on our heads, and he softly pet us. "Good girls," he said, his cock twitching in between our mouths as we continued to lick and suck on it. "It's nice to see you two working together like this. I was a little worried you wouldn't get along, but I'm happy to see that my two fat-titted bitches are happy to work together to suck my cock."
The words were so casually cruel, it was like a tiny electric shock to my clit, my arousal spiking so suddenly and sharply that I moaned. That's why he called you that. That's why he called you a bitch, to get this response. He knew he'd get this response out of you. Knowing it was all intentional and part of his manipulations didn't change the reality that my arousal was going through the roof, and I was soon coming, moaning into his cock, my eyes rolling back. Even Penny - who thought she'd found a sex god who would gladly fuck her silly - hadn't come yet, but me - the one who thought she was being mind controlled and raped - had just orgasmed to sucking said rapist's cock.
Theo's response to my orgasm, and the resultant lack of skill I was putting into the blowjob, wasn't to switch his attention over to the more-aware Penny. On the contrary, he grabbed the back of my head and dragged me towards the top of my cock, forcing Penny aside as I was made to throat him. My gag reflex spiked, tears ran down my cheeks, but I just kept coming anyway as he forcibly shoved his cock into my throat. Penny panted heavily as she watched, not able to participate as I was made to throat him, and I could see out of the corner of my eye as he casually groped one of Penny's tits - which prompted her to come as well.
"See, it's good when you focus on my pleasure, isn't it? You two are just a natural pair of fuckable bitches, coming your brains out in response to a man who can put you in your place."
Penny let out a mewled 'mhm!' in the midst of her orgasm. Not wanting to get caught, I nodded as well, his cock still lodged in my throat. The act of agreeing with such a pointlessly cruel statement sent a spike of arousal right up through my body, and I twitched and moaned around his dick, saliva dribbling out of my mouth as I came and jerked, hips bucking at the air. Theo groaned in pleasure in response to the slow, rhythmic pulsing of my throat around his cock, my eyelashes fluttering as I just came in place, tits shaking and jerking in place, smacking against his bare thighs.
"Let's do some roleplay," Theo said, as he continued to hold me down on his cock. "I'm the big, rich, smart husband, Darla is my fat-titted trophy housewife who dotes on her husband and hates feminism, and Penny, you're the maid I bang whenever my dick gets hard but Darla isn't in arm's reach."
"Yes, Master," Penny agreed breathlessly, and I could still see out of the corner of my eye as he roughly groped her tit even more vigorously. It seemed like it really didn't matter how vicious he was with her body, only pleasure was the result, so it wasn't just a property of my durability.
At that point, Theo grabbed a tangle of my hair and tugged me up and off his cock. I gasped for air, playing the role of a woman who had been choking on dick even if I no longer needed to breathe. "Well, Darla? What do you say to your husband?" I worked my mouth, not knowing quite what to say.
"When he does a roleplay like this," Penny hissed, "you're supposed to say lots of misogynistic stuff. Women being inferior, men should rule over us, we shouldn't be equals, that kind of stuff. It's actually really hot," she explained.
Of course it's hot. Degrading yourself is always hot with Theo. I did what she said, though, feeling my arousal spike, my clit desperately throbbing as my mouth opened. "I'm so thankful I have a big, strong, handsome man like you to t-t-take care of a dumb little bitch like me~e!" The words came out with a mix of trepidation and arousal, and as I finished the thought, I was rewarded with a powerful orgasm, my body spasming. Theo just dragged my head down towards his cock, and shoved his length into my wide-open mouth. His taste stained my tongue as he was soon pressing up against my gag reflex, and I continued to orgasm even as I cried, saliva slipping out of my mouth to splash down onto his balls.
He didn't care at all about my comfort, and luckily for him, I didn't either. I'd given up by this point on trying to not enjoy the sex. It just didn't seem to be physically possible. So I let his cock ram against the back of my throat, making me gag and spasm and choke, drool slipping down out of my mouth as he forcibly facefucked me on his cock. He had to force me slowly down his dick, treating my throat like a masturbation aid, and I continued to frig myself, losing myself in the moment as I glukked noisily on his cock.
There was a light smacking noise - which I realized was from him simply slapping Penny. My eyes widened in surprise at the movement, but Penny didn't seem bothered at all, letting out a hot pant in response to the strike instead. "Hey, bitch, your mouth isn't occupied. Why isn't it talking?"
"Ah! Sorry, Master! I'm just a dimwitted little, ahm, fuckmaid," she said, her arousal clearly increasing as she spoke. "I'm sorry for forgetting to talk, I know my mouth is supposed to be used for men's pleasure. God gave me a brain just so I could use it to come up with sexy things to say, like how men like you are superior. I'm so happy that you deign to fuck and own me. Thank you so much, Master," she said, breathing heavily and mewling softly as he reached to grope her tit again. "Thank you for showing me that a woman's place is spreading her legs, sucking, fucking, and taking care of her man's every need, while he provides for what she needs: a good hard fucking and a roof over her head. Feminism is so stupid."
At that, Theo groaned, grinding me into his pelvis as he obviously came straight down my throat. Having my esophagus used as a cumrag while another woman declared feminism was stupid sent my arousal into an insane spiral, my eyes peeling back in their sockets as an overpoweringly strong orgasm hit me. My brain flashed back through everything that had taken place that day, but it only grabbed what it had decided was erotic: Penny degrading all womankind, my throat getting raped, the idea of grabbing a random Burmese girl and giving her to Theo to use - it was like a montage sequence of clitoral stimulation as I spasmed in place.
When he finally finished off in my throat, he peeled me up and off his dick, leaving me to gasp and desperately suck in air. I licked my lips as I looked at him in a haze. Half of me hoped he was done with the morning blowjob, and the other half hoped that I'd get fucked instead, get absolutely wrecked with pleasure and just spiral deeper into this disgusting stew of misogyny, arousal, and humiliation.
The second half got what it wanted. "Darla, get on your hands and knees, over here," he said, patting the bed next to him. I crawled into position, wiping at my face with one hand as I got there, and he got up behind me, pointing his cock at my sopping wet sex. Just the faint brush of his dick against my slit sent a spike of arousal directly to my brain, and I panted softly at the sensation, fingers tightening up on the blankets. "Now, this time, Penny's mouth is going to be busy, but I trust you got the idea of what you're supposed to say, didn't you?"
I swallowed. "M-misogynistic stuff, ahm, about how women are cocksockets and feminism's stupid?" I tried. I honestly don't know if the words were meant to be passive-aggressive, but they were my best guess - and he rewarded me for it by slamming his cock balls deep inside me, his dick slapping against my clit. I promptly came, moaning into the bed as he just casually gripped my hips with both hands, immediately beginning to fuck me hard.
"That's right," he grunted out. "In this scenario, you're the most antifeminist trad bitch in the world. You think that it's crazy you were ever allowed to order a man around," he told me, and I felt a twisting in my gut that corresponded to a spike in arousal. Is this what he wants to actually do to me? To slowly but surely twist me into a woman without ambitions? "Penny, rim me as I fuck Darla," he told Penny, who promptly crawled behind him and started to noisily lick and rim. I lowered my head, letting me get a view back there - and, yes, she was masturbating to the show. Theo smacked my ass. "I didn't tell you to be quiet, bitch!" He roared, clearly glorying in the sensation of total power and domination he was expressing over the both of us.
"Yuh, yes, yes," I agreed, sputtering softly, struggling to speak between the pleasure and arousal and humiliation and fear, all of which mixed into a stew that was making my higher cognitive functions struggle to operate. "I'm a dumb bitch who exists to get fucked," I got out, "all women are," I continued, feeling my arousal continue to spike at those words. "All women are. It's, it's crazy, I was ever allowed to run my own life, when what I needed was a man like you, to thoroughly put me in my, puh, place."
I squeaked out the last word before coming, one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, my cunt going absolutely wild around his cock as my whole body spasmed in place. White hot pleasure laced up my spine right up to my brain, and he casually grabbed a tangle of my hair, tugging me up by it, so I was suspended halfway into the air, arms dangling in front of me as I came and came. He didn't stop fucking me, instead just admiring my features, a cocky smirk on his lips.
"Look at you, Darla. This is so much more natural for a woman than being a boss, isn't it? You crawl and suck and fuck and obey. And you love it. This is the best sex of your life. You want this," he breathed out, and the twisting in my stomach, the idea that he was going to try to do this to me, for real, that I was really going to be forced to quit my job and give up on my dreams in order to get his dick hard sent me into a spiral of arousal and fear and humiliation that left me mewling on his cock. "What you always wanted was for a man to take you, grab you, and put you in your fucking place," he told me, hips still swinging against mine, and he let go of my hair, leaving me to tumble forward onto the bed. "Say you're happy that I ruined your life and destroyed your ambitions," he grunted, his arousal spiking as he rammed away, his cock pulsing in front of me.
I didn't have a choice. It was an order. If it hadn't been - if it had been a suggestion - I might have struggled to say it, to play along, and might have even forgotten to do so altogether, being too distracted coming my brains out. Instead, my mouth moved: "I'm happy that you ruined my life and destroyed my ambitions!" I practically screamed the words out, then promptly came again, another intense and overpowering orgasm hitting me, smashing up every higher thought and leaving me a spasming mess on his cock.
"This is where you were born to be," he grunted, casually slapping my ass. "That's why you were born with these fat tits," he said, reaching around to grope my breasts as I just got roughly fucked into the bed, pleasure constantly fogging up my brain, "and those cocksucking lips, and everything else," he got out. "Fuck, you have a body made for sex, but you were such a fucking priss and prude, always dressing down," he grunted. His fingers tightened up on my tits, and then he blew his load inside me, thick and heavy, my breath coming out in shuddering gasps as another intense and powerful orgasm hit me, my pussy milking at his cock as he tried to forcefully redefine who I was.
For just a moment - a small moment, a tiny moment, but a moment nonetheless - I imagined actually giving in. I couldn't escape. I couldn't stop being ordered around and raped. Why not accept my new role as his compliant cocksocket, his fat-titted housewife, his misogynistic bitch? I didn't have a choice, did I? If I gave up, I could just enjoy it all, let my brains drool out of my cunt as he filled me with a dozen brats and made me watch him fuck Penny, and Grace, and whoever else he felt like adding to his fucked up harem.
Those treacherous, fucked up thoughts were enough to push me into a second orgasm in the midst of the first, the pleasure the most intense of my entire life, my brain quietly frying from pure bliss. It was a reward for submission, for self-abnegation.
When I came to, it was to Penny wetly and sloppily cleaning his dick off, while I was still bent over on the bed, panting into a pillow. I turned to look at the scene, the image, of a man getting his dick sucked by another woman, and my pussy responded just by twitching desperately in memory of what it had just been put through.
He spared a glance my way, then smirked, casually caressing my cheek with one hand. "Don't worry, babe," he said, seeming to notice something in my expression that betrayed my feelings. "Just a bit of dirty talk."
I swallowed. "Ah, good," I said, expecting the hammer to fall.
"Yeah. If either of us is quitting their job, it's gonna be me," he told me, a grin on his lips. "Luckily, I'll have a rich wife to take care of all my material needs, and a nice fat-titted little bangmaid living with me, isn't that right, Penny?" He prompted, and Penny nodded rapidly around his dick.
My clit pulsed in response to the words, and I just silently nodded.
I really, really need to get out of here.
I couldn't, though. Not until tonight, at the absolute earliest.
Please, God, let me get away this time.
I didn't believe in God, but, if He did exist - hopefully He had more sympathy for me than for the man currently getting a blowjob mere inches away from me. Because otherwise, well-
The memory of giving in for just a moment came rushing back, and my clit pulsed again.
Theo turned his attention back to Penny at that point, and I just quietly watched, resisting the urge to stuff my hand in between my legs and start masturbating to the show despite everything.
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