Theo's hands went to my tits at that point, not even bothering to say anything. It was just an attack, his fingers digging into the flesh, making my toes curl as he played with my body like that. I quivered under his attention, whimpering, still unable to speak, my pussy leaking all over my inner thighs.
I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want-
I came at that point, a pathetic moan escaping my throat, my knees knocking against one another. I probably would have collapsed to my knees, if I didn't have superpowers.
Theo just grinned, looking down at me as I stared back up at him with unfocused eyes.
"See, Darla?" He prompted me. "You want this. Your body wants this. You just have to come to terms with who you are. Come here," he said, using his grip on one of my tits to drag me with him over to the couch, forcing me to lie down on it, while he sat - planting my face right in his lap, facing towards his groin, and his obvious erection. "I have a deep, natural, intimate understanding of submissive girls like you, and Penny, and Grace. You've seen how happy Penny and Grace are, haven't you? That's because I work to make them happy."
He was trying to fuck with my head. Trying to drown me in a quiet soup of oblivion, to bamboozle me into thinking nothing was wrong. My cunt clenched around nothing as I realized how stupid he must have thought I was.
I rationally tried to counter - no, this worked on Penny and Grace, they're both plenty smart - but it didn't help. The contemptuous way he must have thought about me sent waves of electricity directly to my clit, my brain having that impossible association between humiliation and mistreatment and raw ecstasy.
His hand casually stroked my hair. "You're not that different from them, Darla. You want a man who will make you feel feminine and weak. You want somebody who can take control away from you. You want to be a submissive, meek little fuckdoll for a big, strong man like me." The words were like needles carefully aimed at my ego, and each one pierced directly to my core, sending sweet waves of arousal, my breathing growing shallow as I stared at his groin in a daze. "See? Even those words are getting you hot, aren't they? The knowledge that somebody's seen right through you, that they know you better than you know yourself - it's getting you off."
I whimpered pathetically in his lap, resisting the impulse to shift my thighs. I was stewing in an impossible level of arousal while he spoke this way to me. It was so sickly sweet in its contempt, an intoxicating expression of his power over me that was making goosebumps run across my skin, my nipples painfully perky, my clit throbbing with desire. I almost wanted him to shove his fingers in between my thighs and play with my cunt, because I knew it would set off an orgasm and give me an excuse to just come.
"But in order for this to work, I need your buy-in too, Darla. I need you to accept this part of yourself, rather than constantly struggling against it. Can you do that for me?"
He wanted my participation in my own degradation.
This whole thing had to be a trick on his part, a way to try to reestablish me as underneath his subtle control. For whatever reason, he hadn't informed Penny and Grace about what he'd done to them. He wanted us ignorant of what he had done to us. Maybe it got his dick hard - he certainly was nursing an erection, something that I had to look at in that position. My tongue flicked out across my lips as I contemplated how best to respond, taking in a deep breath through my nose.
If I refused, then he might feel that he had to give up on keeping me oblivious, and work to crush my will completely with orders that tangled me up so tight I couldn't do so much as blink without his permission. On the other hand, if he really was innocent - a slim possibility I had to keep reminding myself of - then he'd stop, and I'd be free (ish).
If I went along with it, then I'd have to play the role of the more active participant in my own enslavement. I'd have to act like I wanted this, like I wanted to be turned into his large-breasted fuckdoll who he could call a bitch, slap around, and make watch him fuck other woman while she squirmed in arousal.
Those thoughts should have been infuriating, but at this point, they just sent little pulses of pleasure down towards her clit, the association between humiliation and arousal having been worn in deep by whatever he'd done to her. Is it getting worse? I think it is - I think knowing something's happening makes it worse, because it means every time I consider doing something humiliating and degrading, there's also the reality that I'm being forced into it.
Either way, I just swallowed and meekly nodded.
"Great," he said, patting my head. "That's a good girl. Now, stand up and do some jumping jacks," he said, grinning as I obeyed him without question or hesitation. It felt so fluid and natural that I wasn't even sure if I'd decided to go along with his words without thinking, or if instead, it was the control taking over my body again. I stood in front of him, bouncing in place as I did the jumping jacks, his eyes on my tits as he considered what to make me do next.
"I think what you need is a script," he explained, as I kept bouncing in front of him. Thanks to my powers, it wasn't tiring at all, even as he obviously dragged it out to enjoy watching my breasts bounce. "Some idea of what you're supposed to do. Grace is my slave, for example, and that means she understands our relationship. Would you like that? With Penny, I'm looser, but she was much faster to accept her submissive nature. Even Grace didn't take as long as you to accept what she was."
A furious pulse of arousal hit my clit at the raw obscenity of what he was saying, what he was suggesting. My brain fried as an orgasm hit me from that and the continuing stimulation of the jumping jacks, my body continuing the jumping jacks even as my head swam with pleasure. He just chuckled at the show.
"Kneel," he said, and I collapsed to my knees at that point, panting softly as I looked up at him, still twitching in an ongoing orgasm. I swallowed, struggling to control myself as I knelt in front of him. Does he even actually believe I don't know what he's doing to me? Maybe he's just playing with his food. "Let's see. Hmm." His hand went to my chin, tilting my head, thumb on my lower lip as he stared down at me. I was naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. I realized, as I sat there, that he could do almost anything to me, but the fear just created an impossible stew with everything else, and made it hard to think, rather than giving me any sort of clarity. I softly mewled. "My original plans for you might have been too light," he told me, clearly enjoying dragging this out, purposefully taking his time and thinking about what, exactly, he was going to do and say to me. I could only stare up at him, utterly at his mercy. "Hm. How about some input on your part? Give me your first idea for what you'd like, Darla."
I could speak again - but honestly, I had no idea what to say. I didn't want any of this. I didn't want to be a slave, or a fuckmaid, or a subby girlfriend, or anything at all. What was the smallest, meekest answer that I could give? "M-maybe I could give you lots of blowjobs?" He obviously liked them a lot - I wasn't sure whether he'd fucked my mouth or my pussy more, at this point.
He chuckled at that. "True, true. You can. You will," he added, casually tugging down his underwear. "Suck my cock. Keep it in your mouth while I consider what to do with you." I had no choice but to take his cock into my mouth, slurping and suckling on the tip, staring up at him. He looked down at me, but it wasn't even with any sort of erotic delight at having a hot woman on her knees sucking your dick. No, I was just a project, a problem to solve. He might as well have been contemplating code. A furious flush hit my cheeks as the humiliating dehumanization transitioned directly into intense arousal, my clit throbbing again, threatening to orgasm in this humiliating position for who-knew-which time.
At that point, his erection throbbed in my mouth, almost as if he could read my mind - but the reality was he'd come up with an idea of what to do to me. "Yes. Blowjobs. That's it. You talking is a bit problematic, you know? I like how quiet you've been this morning. A hot little fuckdoll like you should listen to a man talking, not offer up her own opinions." I came at those humiliating words, my eyes peeling back in their sockets as pleasure raced up my spine, a lewd moan escaping my throat and stimulating his dick in my mouth. "There's something there for sure. When you're not talking, you're sucking? Oh, I know. While we're at home, before you say anything, you must ask: Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead? Once you say that, you are to remain silent until and unless I tell you to speak."
There was the cage, snapping shut, binding me into an entirely new humiliation. Even in the afterglow of my orgasm, I couldn't help but feel my thighs wobbling, giving that subtle bit of stimulation to my cunt and clit as my muscles shifted beneath me on my knees. His cock was in my mouth. I couldn't even get it out - he was still considering what to do with me.
"I think there needs to be something with Grace and Penny, though. You really worried them. Well, Grace was happy her competition had run off, but you were acting weird after you came back." He pushed his tongue against his cheek. "Ahh, it's so much better when the woman doesn't need such specific direction, like Penny and Grace."
Is that it? Is that why he's trying to maintain the illusion that this is consensual - he just wants to get me so into it that I think it's my own choice, that I'm kneeling and sucking on his cock instead of talking? That way I'll be an active participant in my own degradation. Maybe the control only works as a blunt instrument? He can't do something more fine-tuned?
"You're going to be my masochistic, submissive girlfriend - and later wife, if you learn to behave yourself."
Does my opinion not matter?
Of course, it didn't. I had a dick in my mouth, and I couldn't even take it out. I just had to sit there, sucking his cock, and listen to his commands.
"Mm. Hrm. Firstly, don't say anything rude about me, ever, under any circumstances." Snap, went the cage. "Secondly, when Penny and Grace come back, you will tell them, Theo and I talked, and we decided that part of my punishment would be to speak much less. I have to get permission to talk going forward. Please don't think I'm rude if I don't answer your questions, I'm not even supposed to talk to you this much."
God, he was such a prick, and the sheer audacity of his command sent waves of arousal down directly to my cunt, my clit pulsing and throbbing with desperate, erotic energy, my eyelashes fluttering as my brain stuttered. I mumbled incoherently around his cock, and he smirked at that, peeling me off. "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?" Those words weren't even what I'd wanted to say, but they came tumbling out instead. Fuck, I'm so screwed, I thought to myself, and that thought in itself sent waves of arousal through my body.
"You should just suck my cock instead," he said, with a mocking laugh, pushing my mouth back down his cock. This time, I didn't get to just suck and slurp on the first couple inches. He'd had all the time he needed or wanted to think about how to mistreat me, so now I was being forcefully ground down, my gag reflex acting up as he worked his way ever deeper inside my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, saliva frothed over my lower lip, but Theo didn't care - if anything, it just aroused him further, as he pushed and held me down there, my throat wetly glugging around his dick.
Even as I was slammed all the way down, my nostrils shoved into his pelvis, Theo just exulted in his power over me, groaning as my throat continued to stimulate his cock. My pussy clenched around nothing, my arousal continuing to climb up and up, while I was held down there.
"There we go. Sucking cock suits you well. There's something - something so fucking sexy about watching a my smart bitch boss turned into a cocksucking machine," he breathed out, as he held me down there. I looked up at him through blurry eyes, tears running down my cheeks. "Yeah. That's right. In this house, I'm in charge, you understand? You're the submissive little cocksucker who shuts up and listens."
It's my house, I didn't even bother to try to say. Even if you're going to do this to me, why do you have to be so sadistic? Even as I thought that, my pussy wept, the mistreatment serving like an intense aphrodisiac as I continued to be choked on his cock.
"Ah... play with yourself whenever you suck my cock." Immediately, my hand went down in between my thighs, and my eyes peeled back in their sockets as an intense, held-back orgasm hit me. "I notice you tend not to do it," he said, as I spasmed around his dick, drool running over my lower lip. "You need to accept these feelings, Darla. Just enjoy being my bitch. There's no shame in it - well, I guess there is some shame in it, but only the good kind, got it?" He asked, smirking down at me - and then he shifted his grip from holding my head down, to gripping my hair.
At that point, I started to get throatfucked. I didn't have much mental space to think about it, though, because I was busy frantically masturbating, my fingers going wild in between my legs as pleasure raced up my spine and fried my brain. Wet glukking noises escaped my throat as I took it, relishing each and every thrust, losing myself completely in the mind-numbing pleasure of it. My eyelashes fluttered nonsensically, and I lost all track of time, of reality, of anything at all, as I came my brains out all over the floor, my thoughts leaking out of my cunt alongside my juices.
I only came out of it after Theo finally held me down in his groin and erupted straight down my throat, his whole length caught inside of my spasming throat. When he was finished coming, he pulled me off, leaving me to gasp for air as I hazily lolled back and forth in front of him, tits swaying from side to side. My brain slowly but surely restarted in that position - in large part because he was putting his dick away.
"I'm going to the bedroom," he said. "You can watch television or play on your phone or whatever," he told me, and I frowned in momentary confusion as he headed off, leaving me there.
I was still stuck on mute - other than asking for permission to speak, of course, which I didn't want to do, given I'd just be ordered to suck his dick. I could have texted Quantum, I guessed, but there wouldn't be too much point in that. Or - wait, I'd been ordered not to leave. Could I text Quantum asking her to teleport me out of my place? I took out my phone, and discovered that, no, I couldn't. My fingers just stopped at Please come by and. I couldn't allude to it, either. I huffed and put my phone down.
I was "free," but it hardly mattered. I was stuck sitting in my own home, naked. I eventually decided to grab my laptop and catch up on some work, knowing that Theo's sex addiction would soon roar back to life and demand that I service him with my mouth, tits, or cunt. Probably my mouth, given the only canned line I was permitted to say.
I actually got into the zone, losing track of time for an hour or so, and then Penny and Grace arrived. Somehow, I'd gotten used to being naked around them, so I wanted to keep focusing on the laptop, but I literally couldn't: my head swiveled to face the pair as they carried in bags and bags of groceries, unloading them on the table with a sigh of relief.
The words came out of my mouth without me even getting the chance to remember why. "Theo and I talked, and we decided that part of my punishment would be to speak much less." Oh. Oh, this is why he's in the bedroom. He doesn't want his newest mindfucked slave to give the other two cold feet. He needs her to look like she's consenting. "I have to get permission to talk going forward. Please don't think I'm rude if I don't answer your questions. I'm not even supposed to talk to you this much."
"Oh! Okay. That's a little surprising of a bit of kink play from Theo," Penny said. "Normally he really likes dirty talk, and you seemed pretty good at it. Well. Good luck, Darla!" She gave me a thumbs up and a smile - then got back to managing the food she'd brought back. There was a lot of it. "Oh! The total bill came out to like, $112. This stuff should last at least a week, though, so hopefully you're not angry?"
I wasn't, but I couldn't speak to tell her the answer. She stared at me expectantly for a few seconds, and I felt the furious humiliation as my mouth refused to move, making me look like an idiot. My face turned red while my whole body just sort of trembled there, arousal rising despite everything.
"Oh! Right. Sorry, duh! Um. Nod or shake your head, are you upset about that price tag? We could actually still take it back if it's too much!"
I just shook my head. I really wasn't upset about the price tag. I had other things to be concerned about.
Such as Theo. He emerged from the bedroom, wearing nothing but his underwear, and his gaze went to Grace and Penny. He didn't even have to say anything - his eyes just dipped below their neckline with a disapproving expression, and both of them instantly started to strip. "Sorry! Got a little distracted, got to move all this stuff in," Penny told him.
"Mhm," Theo agreed, casually glancing my way - then over at Penny. "Darla isn't allowed to talk except to ask permission. I hope she didn't break those rules?"
Oh, God. He's going to punish me for failing a command he didn't even give me. I tried to talk, but all that came out was, "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?" A fresh wave of humiliation and heat hit me like a tidal wave.
"Be quiet for a second, Darla," he told me, glancing over at Penny and Grace again.
"She did," Grace said, breaking the silence, and Penny just wore an unhappy face.
"She was just telling us the rules so we'd know why she wasn't answering our questions!" Penny said hurriedly.
"Hmm..." Theo turned his attention back to me, seeming to consider me. "I think she needs a little punishment, but we'll make it light, don't worry. Something you'll enjoy, Darla. I know that bitches like you love arbitrary punishments," he explained, stepping towards me, casually cupping my cheek. "The more nonsensical the punishment, the more powerless, pathetic, and weak you feel - which just gets you wet, doesn't it?"
I mewled pathetically, already feeling a dampness starting to grow in between my thighs. I'd been working just a minute or so earlier, and I was already practically soaked in response to this ridiculous charade he was forcing me to put on. I could only look up at him, my voice taken from me, my dignity taken from me, my whole body trembling in arousal, waiting for whatever punishment he wanted to give me.
"Penny, how about you get started on lunch? Darla, Grace, come with me." I followed after him, not sure whether it was the command or my knowledge there was no point in resistance. "Darla, on your hands and knees, on the bed," he commanded, and I got into position. My inner thighs were slick with arousal by this point, my juices running down my inner thighs. "Now, Darla, I think Grace is just a little jealous of you," he said, his voice sickeningly sweet. Grace didn't respond, merely raising one eyebrow curiously. "I think she'd rather that she was my only slave, and that having to compete with a pair of fat-titted bitches like you and Penny really makes her life harder. It means she can only get my cock a third as much. Is that right, Grace?"
"I can't complain about sleeping with other women," Grace said, in a tone of voice that said Yes.
"Well, you can get out some of that energy," he said, casually getting up behind me on the bed. "This little masosub bitch loves being slapped around," he said - then just thrust inside me, making me let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure, my thoughts swimming for a moment. "So, slap her. Careful, though," he said, grabbing my hair with one hand, forcibly tugging up my head. "First time I slapped her, I did it at the wrong angle, and it really hurt my hand. This bitch has strong bones. Don't leave a mark, though," he noted - and then started to rut inside me.
I was forced to look up at Grace as she knelt in front of me. He kept his hold on my hair, tugging my face so I could look into Grace's eyes. Her expression was cold, dispassionate, even disgusted - like I was a bug or a worm or something. My tits bounced with every vigorous thrust from Theo.
Then, Grace slapped me. An open-handed strike, not even that rough, but it actually prompted me to come, my pussy spasming wildly around Theo's cunt as my brain fogged up from pleasure. Of course, no matter how hard she'd struck me, it wouldn't have hurt, but the humiliation of being mistreated like this - it just served to stimulate me further. I was probably far more of a masochist in terms of being slapped around and otherwise struck than I should have been, given there was never even a hint of pain no matter what Theo did to me.
Grace wore a smile at that point, and her hand came back, slapping my face from the other side. I saw stars, not from pain, but from raw pleasure. Theo kept tugging on my hair, keeping me in position, while my brain positively melted from the pleasure and the mistreatment. Grace paused for only a moment before bringing down a sharp strike on my tit, prompting another orgasm from me, still in the throes of the first she'd inflicted on me.
I couldn't see anything, my brains drooling out of my cunt as my thoughts turned into foggy goop. Grace kept slapping my face and my tits alike, bearing down on me sharply, cruelly, viciously. I think she even wanted to actually hurt me, but she was just physically incapable of reaching such a level.
Her words were sadistic, too, and they lacked the sexual edge of Theo's own, which just made them dig deeper and feel all the sharper. "You fat-titted cow. You think your big breasts are so great, don't you?" "Stupid bitch. You're coming your brains out from being slapped around." "Aren't you supposed to be some big time CEO? What would people think if they saw you now?" "I don't understand what Theo even sees in you, other than these udders of yours." Drool escaped my mouth as I just moaned incoherently. I couldn't even speak up to argue with her.
I got the strong impression that Grace didn't like sharing Theo at all - that she'd rather the pair of them had some sort of domestic, husband/wife, master/slave type relationship. Based on everything I'd heard so far, I had to assume that she was his first victim, picked out to try out whatever mind control he'd used on her. And now, she was utterly in love with him, full of boiling anger to anyone who would steal her man even though she could do nothing to stop it.
That's what Theo wants you to be: a pathetic cuckquean. But unlike Grace, you are supposed to be constantly humiliated as your man takes other women, but utterly happy to accept it, rather than just willing. The only reason that you're not as low on the totem pole as her is that he gets off on putting you above her. If he decided to switch your roles, Grace could be the play-girlfriend while you were the fuckdoll, and there's nothing you could do to stop him.
My brain was getting in on the treason now, it wasn't just my body. Humiliation made me hotter, and my own mind had figured that out, every intrusive thought now working to humiliate me, because the pleasant soup of arousal and humiliation made me squirm. Grace could slap my face as hard as she wanted, and I'd just take it. Slap my tits, call me names, insult me - it didn't matter. I'd come and come and come as I was mistreated, and my mind was on Theo's side, working up new ways to interpret what was happening, coming up with ways it was even more humiliating than I might have thought. My pussy dripped all over the bed as I got smacked around like that, until Theo finally released my hair and I just tumbled forward onto the bed, moaning like a whore as I got fucked from behind.
Orgasms blurred together. Theo asked Grace to kiss him, which she happily did; he even seemed to slow down, his pace becoming more languid inside me, as he made out with another woman above me. I could only sit there and take it, each thump of his hips against me like a quiet reminder of my new position in life.
Provisional. Pathetic. Utterly unable to speak even one word of complaint as the man who was fucking and dominating me made out with somebody else.
Only able to hope that he didn't decide that he preferred this arrangement - that he preferred Grace on top and me on bottom - because then that is where I would be stuck for the rest of my life.
Absently, I realized he was fingering Grace as he fucked me. He casually spanked my ass from time to time, but his other hand was focused on the other woman, and, naturally, she came fast and hard with him.
Why wouldn't she? She was making out with the man she loved, getting fingered by him, and presumably her brain had been reshaped somehow by his control to make her love it all, even if it wasn't quite the same as what he'd done to Penny or me.
Then, Grace came again - but this time, she squirted. Her juices sprayed out all over my back as she just pissed on me, leaving me to come yet again from the sheer, overwhelming humiliation of being forced to take that without being able to complain. My mouth tried to form words, but all that came out was: "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?"
"You should be quiet," Grace said, popping off of Theo's mouth for a moment, her voice sick with contempt. "All he wants to hear from you is little squeaks, bitch."
"Grace is right," Theo agreed, then tugged her back into a kiss with him, leaving me to mewl and jerk and spasm on the bed, letting him roughly fuck me, coming again and again, critically aware of the slow trickle of Grace's juices down my back.
I couldn't do anything but take it, my mind left with nothing to contemplate but the pleasure and humiliation, the two things twisting together to such a degree that I couldn't tell one from the other. I couldn't talk. I couldn't move. I just came, and came, and was treated like trash, and came from being treated like trash, and my thoughts just emptied out of my brain altogether as I accepted my new lot in life. Not intellectually, but in a bone deep way. My thoughts weren't in words, but they were something like, This is my life now.
Eventually, he busted a nut inside me, letting out a low groan as he did so. I could feel the thick ropes plaster my insides, and he sighed and pulled off, breaking off the kiss with Grace at last. He glanced down at me, and spoke. "Go get yourself cleaned up with a shower, bitch," he said, casually smacking my ass to make it clear who he was talking to. He sniffed the air - I did too, catching a whiff of meat and garlic, but mostly Grace's piss that she'd laid all over my back. "Smells good. Let's go see what Penny is making, Grace," he said.
Grace actually giggled at that, and as I shifted around on the bed to go take a shower, I could see her radiant smile, the way she curled up next to him, hand stroking his bare chest. She was clearly trying to mark her territory, even sparking me a momentary smirk - but I honestly didn't care. I had no choice in any of this. I just had to get clean.
I entered the shower, letting the warm water wash away sweat, and piss, and every other kind of fluid that had been deposited on my body. I grabbed soap and washed myself off, even trying to use the shower head to remove the sticky feeling from in between my thighs.
Of course, the consequence of that was that I was directly stimulating my cunt, and I was still obscenely worked up from earlier.
I barely managed to stop myself from masturbating. I turned off the shower head and put it up, taking a deep breath before drying off.
I didn't bother looking for clothes to wear - I knew I wouldn't be able to.
"Hello!" Penny said, when I finally emerged from the bedroom. "It's a nice steak with garlic butter. The sides are mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus," she explained. "I hope you enjoy!" She wore a perky smile, while Theo continued to just dig into his own meal.
I gave Penny a smile.
For everything else about this whole fucked up situation - she was trying to be nice, and I really did appreciate it.
I sat down at the table, and tried to thank her.
"Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?" Is what came out instead.
Theo just snorted, already guessing what I'd intended to say. "You can say one sentence to Penny."
Penny looked at me, perky and eager to hear what I had to say. I wanted to say He's mind controlling all of us and forcing us to play his depraved sexual games, but unfortunately, that dispensation didn't break through whatever stopped me from saying things like that, so instead, I just said, "Thank you very much for the meal, Penny." I wanted to keep going and telling her that I did appreciate how nice she was being, but all that came out was "Sir, can I say something, or should I just suck your cock instead?"
"You should eat," he told me, and that was the end of that.
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