Thankfully, I could see through the floor and watch to make sure that Theo had left the building. He got in a car with Penny and just randomly groped her tits as she smiled and giggled playfully. I could tell she was having a good time. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I didn't want to anyway, just in case Theo happened to say something that my brain would interpret as a command.
Was I actually free? I could hardly even believe it, but I had to be free now, right? I told Theo to get the fuck out, and he gotten out. I went for my phone and turned it off just in case he called me, and then after watching him and Penny drive off, went downstairs to get the code to my door changed and to tell them not to let him back in.
So I now had my home to myself, at least, but there was still the problem that Theo could very easily get me at work. I could fire him theoretically. He was eminently replaceable. Of course, him being fired would probably rely on me not talking to him face to face; otherwise, he'd say something like "Don't fire me," and then I'd be stuck not firing him.
Now you might be thinking about my aversion to assuming that he was guilty without ironclad evidence, but honestly, that's more about homicide itself. If you kill someone, that really is it. There is no undo button. But if I fire him, well, he can get another job. Yes, he was a pretty good code monkey, but there are others in the world. Now that I'd established some boundaries, I could relax. Couldn't I? I just had to make sure that he didn't come into work the next day, and avoid ever seeing him again. It wouldn't even be that difficult. It's a big city, after all.
Should I try getting some kind of protection order? I considered. No, I can't really say anything meaningful about him. He could just ignore it anyway. Those are only for suing people or calling the cops on them, and if he actually approaches me, then he can just tell me not to call the cops.
I felt like I was cooling off, able to finally regain something like a genuine sense of self. There wasn't the threat of Theo walking into the room and just immediately ordering me to shut up and suck his dick.
So I decided to fly out on patrol. I flew high over the city and my eyes flicked across it, looking for any crimes. I caught three rapists and two robbers, as well as rescuing a kid from a poorly behaved German shepherd. It felt like... me. Like I was being myself again, rather than just living in the moments between Theo using and abusing my body. I eventually flew back to my apartment and sat down. I let out a long exhalation as I leaned back on my couch and I decided - what the hell? I could get some work done. It'd be nice to get some work done without Theo looming over my shoulder.
I spent hours browsing and calculating and reading reports. It was nice. One advantage of not needing to sleep is that if you get in the zone, you can just stay in the zone. It doesn't matter that it's past midnight. It doesn't matter that it's two AM. It doesn't matter that it's four AM. I cracked open my email at that point, planning to skim through and see if there was anything worthwhile.
It was a very stupid thing to do without any precautions, and I soon felt my stomach clench as I read the third most recent email on the list.
Theo Messinger: Come over to my place. Now.
I didn't get the chance to actually open the email. Just reading the headline was enough. I let out a pathetic little whimper as I got up. I wasn't even wearing shoes as I entered the elevator. At least I was wearing clothes, including underwear, since I'd gotten changed after my brief period as Andromeda.
I'm so fucked. I'm so fucked. I'm so fucked. I'm fucking idiot. I'm so fucking stupid. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I didn't even have the presence of mind to grab my phone. Not that it would have helped, judging by past experience.
As I made my way down in the elevator, I considered whether to use my car or to walk. I'm pretty sure I had the agency to pick between the two. Walking would have been slower, but also I was in my socks and I would have just showed up at his place eventually anyway. In fact, given the hour, I probably wanted to show up at his place now because then he would still be asleep and he hadn't actually told me to enter his home or wait at his door or anything.
At least, not in the snippet of the email I actually read.
My hope, as I got into my car and began to drive, was that he was asleep and I could just drive home, block him on my email, delete his emails en masse and tell somebody else to fire him.
Unfortunately, taped on his screen door was a piece of paper with the following text: "Knock until I answer - Theo".
So I was stuck there, in my socks at 4 a.m., knocking on Thea's door over and over and over. At first my knocks were quiet because I was vaguely thinking, Well, if they're quiet enough, he won't answer. But eventually I switched to louder just because I got bored sitting there, and knew it wouldn't help anyway. With my power, I could see that Theo was sleeping in his bed, wearing his underwear and a shirt, and nobody else was in his home. No witnesses.
If he answers the door verbally before he opens it, I can fly away.
I had no such luck. He swung the door open and spoke immediately. "Come inside, take off all your clothes, don't put them back on until I tell you otherwise."
My mouth fell open in a mix of shock and horror, even as a fresh pulse of humiliation-arousal hit my pussy, and my feet dragged me inside.
Theo looked tired, his eyes half lidded, but he smiled as I started to strip myself naked. Does he know? He has to know. He has to know what he's doing.
Even if that was true, though, I was now getting naked and I wouldn't be getting dressed until and unless he told me otherwise. So it wasn't like I could kill him at this particular moment.
Those thoughts were washed away as I removed my bra and cool air brushed across my breasts. Theo's gaze going down to my naked upper body sent quiet waves of humiliating arousal through my body and I just trembled under his attention, my pussy leaping all over my panties. Luckily, I didn't have too much time for them to stick, because I was soon wriggling my way out of those as well.
"Theo, I-"
"Shut up, Darla." My mouth snapped shut. "Don't speak until I tell you otherwise."
I stood there, naked, silent. Exactly how he wanted me: unable to resist or even speak up in my own defense. I just froze up. If I tried to kill him now, then I would be eternally silent and naked, unless his control vanished when he died, which I doubted it would, since it didn't seem to rely on any amount of range or time.
Theo casually walked around me, his eyes drinking in my naked body as he circled me like a predator. My arousal continued to impossibly climb, despite every rational part of me telling me that I was about to get raped. Even trying to think about why this was somehow making me aroused only made it worse, as I considered just how humiliating it was to be put on display for him.
"I really did try to be nice to you, didn't I, Darla? I took you out on dates. I made you come your brains out..." Theo let out a long-suffering sigh as if I was a particularly disobedient child. "You've seen how happy Penny is. You could be just like her." He placed one hand on my cheek as he held my face in that position. "But I guess that isn't going to be happening. You're going to need a more firm hand. If only you let your clit lead you around, you would be so much happier. Right now, you'd be cuddling with your sexy boyfriend who gave you so many orgasms."
I couldn't respond. His thumb casually slid across my lower lip and an electric shock ran through my body at the touch. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, my breathing becoming somewhat erratic from the constant spike of fear, arousal, and humiliation.
"We'll figure out the rest later. But for now, here are the rules. Firstly, never tell me 'no'." There's a feeling like a door slamming shut inside my head. "Secondly, do not otherwise say or indicate that you do not want to have sex with me, or that I should leave your presence." There's a feeling like a lock being turned. "Thirdly, at some point during the day, report directly to me and say, 'What are your orders, Theo?' This must happen each and every day, though the exact time is up to you." That's the sound of the key being thrown away.
No escape. He's rather elegantly locked me away in a prison of my own mind.
I can always kill him. I don't think any of his commands stop me from doing that.
Not right now though. Right now, I have to let him do whatever he wants to me.
"Follow me," he ordered and I followed him into his bedroom, naked as the day I had been born. He flipped open his laptop and fiddled around on it for a minute. I could only stand there staring over his shoulder as he opened up a recording software and a PowerPoint. "You know, you basically stole my desktop," he told me. I couldn't exactly respond. "Get on your hands and knees on the bed facing my desk," he told me.
I obeyed that command too.
Soon enough he was carrying a wireless mouse around, as he got behind me. My pussy was positively sopping wet as my cunt just dribbled down juices in response to the humiliating position I was being forced into. "I prepared this for you. Read it aloud and don't say anything else." I didn't know quite what he was referring to, until he clicked the mouse and his computer switched screens to the first slide.
"I, Dr. Darla Nabel, CEO of Empyreal LLC, am Theo's willing cunt." He slid his cock inside of me at that point, and despite everything it felt like a cold shower on a hot summer day. The heat in between my thighs began to finally decline, while he slowly but surely forced his way ever deeper inside of me. I heard the click of the mouse again, and I was forced to read a new slide. "I have intense and deep-seated masochistic and submissive desires which have caused me to engage in a wide variety of humiliating sex with him." Click. "Until now, I have struggled to accept this part of myself, but now I do."
He grunted in response. "That's right. This is what you want, Darla. You want to be my cocksocket. You want to be my cunt. You want to be a set of holes I use to get myself off in. Feel how your body is responding. Feel how your pussy is gripping and squeezing my pock, and come, bitch." He smacked my tit as hard as he could from the side, and I promptly orgasmed. "You love this, you want this, you need to accept this part of yourself and stop struggling against it."
I don't this is you, this is your control, this is whatever you did to me, I told myself, even as my pussy kept spasming around his cock. As my orgasm finally finished and I was left panting on the bed, there was another click. "My big fat tits are for Theo's cock." Click. "My tight wet cunt is for Theo's cunt." Click. "My mouth is for Theo's cock." Click. "My ass is for Theo's cock." Each humiliating line was worse than the last, sending waves and waves of arousal through my body, even as he only gently fucked me at this point, taking his sign, sawing back and forth in side of me. My fingers bunched up on the bed underneath me as I strained not to orgasm at this humiliating monologue I was giving. Click. "Every part of my body is a hole for Theo to use and get himself off with."
At that point, he casually smacked my ass again, and I promptly came, hard, moaning as my whole body shivered on the bed. With his free hand, he reached for my hair, tugging on it, pulling me up by it. My arms were left to dangle in front of me as I came closer and closer to his upper body, my shoulders soon pressing against his shirt. I was sweating, I could tell. My whole body was hot. With arousal, with humiliation, with everything else, my brain felt almost like it was shutting off. A last-ditch defense mechanism against an inescapable reality.
Click. My voice warbled as I read the next line, my body still twitching as the orgasm continued. "I love being humiliated like this, brutalized like this, mistreated like this." Click. "I come so fast from it. I orgasm more with Theo than ever before." Click. "I love it. Thank you, Theo, for fucking me like this. Thank you for teaching me my place as a woman." By this point my orgasm had finished out and I was gasping for air in between lines. Click. "I promise to be a good girlfriend from now on." Click. "I promise to always obey my big strong boyfriend who should control my life." Click. "I don't want to control my life, I want him to make all the decisions for me."
The words I'd been forced to read out were an utterly brain-melting soup of humiliation and arousal, mixing together and seeming to wipe away any reality outside of this one. The cock inside of me fucking away, the humiliating words I was being forced to read, the orgasms that came far faster than they ought to have - even being aware that I was only reading the words because of him, I'd forgotten to even try to resist. As such, the words just felt like they were spilling out of my mouth, like I was reading the words and saying them just like I normally would.
I was sinking into the false reality that Theo was attempting to create. It was so easy. All I had to do was stop thinking at all, and I'd become completely submerged in this alternate reality of his.
"There we go. That's so much better, isn't it, Darla?" I mewled pathetically, unable to speak. "Just accept your place. There's no escape. You know it. I'll make sure you're happy. I'm sorry I couldn't make you obliviously happy, like Grace and Penny, but this'll have to do. If only you were just a little bit stupider."
I whimpered and he casually reached down in between my legs and just smacked my clit as hard as he could, prompting another orgasm on my part, my whole body shivering as my body quivered in place, still held aloft by his grip on my hair.
He twisted my body around so I was no longer facing the desk, and then he just shoved my face right into the pillows. I didn't need to breathe and I couldn't speak, so I suppose it was a fitting place for me. Darkness engulfed my vision as he just continued to fuck away at my sopping wet cunt.
Plap, plap, plap. The sounds of his repeated thrusts seemed to echo in my ears as he just fucked away, abusing and using my body. One hand reached down, sliding up my flank, eventually finding my tit. The other made its way down from the back of my head to my neck - and then he just squeezed both as hard as he could in either hand. I came all over again, spasming wildly on the spot, my eyes peeling back in their sockets, even as I was still smothered in darkness, even as he tried to choke me.
"Maybe I should put you in a lower position in my little harem. Is that what you want? I was going to give you the top billing. Grace's jealousy is cute, and Penny, of course, is happy with anything. But maybe what you really want is for me to put you on the bottom. Maybe what you want is for Grace to be the wife, Penny to be the mistress, and you to be the fucktoy that I shove in the closet every time I get done using you."
God help me, I came to those words, moaning into the pillows as I orgasmed in response to the mental image: myself, silent, naked, shoved into a closet and forgotten about in between being sexually used. He could do it. Who could stop him at this point? Me? I couldn't even complain.
That was my reality for an interminable period of time. My face shoved into the pillows, Theo fucking away at me from behind. He outlined a half dozen different potential scenarios, making it clear he felt he had total power to decide whatever he wanted to do to me. That he could make me quit my job, that he could make me get a tattoo, that he could make it so I could never use the first person pronoun again and only refer to myself as this bitch for the rest of my life. He knew. He knew it was mind control, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
The problem was that his words were so seductively succulent inside of my fucked-up head that I couldn't even remind myself that I needed to kill him at that point. Every obscene scenario he outlined only served to make my pussy spasm that much harder, to make me orgasm again and again and again.
Eventually he blew his load inside of me, groaning as he bottomed out, pushing my head back into the pillows again, just smothering me in them. "You dumb fucking cunt. You couldn't have just behaved yourself, huh?" He growled the words out as he came.
Once he was finished, he pulled out of me sighing he kept my face shoved in the pillow though and I felt his tum just stick and cling to my insides as my ass remained held high in the air. I let out a pitiful whimper.
He let out a sigh. "I'm too nice, Darla. Follow me," he ordered as he got up off the bed. I followed after him, my legs wobbling underneath me as I felt his cum slowly trickle out. He plopped down on his couch, turning on the TV, and took off his shirt, just tossing it onto the floor. "Get down in between my legs and give me a titfuck until I tell you to stop."
I didn't have any choice but to obey, my hands grasping my own tits and wrapping them around his cock. It was still slick with my juices, and I looked up at him. The pressure of my own hands on my tits, combined with the obscene humiliation-arousal of the situation, served to leave me quickly trembling beneath it, feeling an orgasm slowly speaking up on me. I wasn't even pleading for mercy with my eyes at this point. I was just a little orgasm addict looking for her next fix.
"God, those fat tits are so fucking nice." He leaned back and sighed. "You are allowed to dirty talk me for the remainder of this titfuck," he told me, "but it had better be some good, filthy dirty talk. If you do a good job, I might let you be my girlfriend."
Inwardly, I felt something like a pang of annoyance, but the arousal and humiliation helped to smother it. I knew that there was the real possibility I would be stuck like this. Yes, so far, my only limitation - as far as I knew, anyway - was that I had to remain naked until I was told otherwise. And presumably, he would eventually tell me otherwise. But it was also possible that by the time that happened, he would have given me some new command.
It's even possible that he'll never give you enough freedom to get away, ever again.
You really fucked up reading that email.
As far as things I'd done at his behest went, some dirty talk while giving him a titfuck wasn't even in the top ten, so I started to speak. I knew what sorts of things he liked. Misogynistic drek, the idea that as a woman I was meant to be his cocksleeve... It wasn't that I was stupid or something. He wanted instead to create a scenario where I was smart, but I was just a sexual object for him despite that, like a really clever sex bot. It doesn't matter how good it is at math or science or history, it's meant to get fucked and if it doesn't do that it's a failure of a sex bot.
"I'm sorry for being a disobedient bitch, Theo. It was really stupid of me. You're so much smarter than me. I'm just a silly little bitch. I should have realized that being your fuckdoll is more important than being a CEO. That getting used to pleasure your cock is more important than wormhole technology. I should have understood my place and I didn't. Thank you for showing it to me."
His cock pulsed in the valley of my tits, and he spared a glance down at me. He didn't say anything. He just looked me dead in the eyes, daring me to complain. Maybe I even could have, but I wasn't going to.
That particular realization sent a little sparkle of arousal down in between my thighs, and I let out a hot breath. "Thank you so much for putting me in my place, Theo. This is where I belong: on my knees with your cock in my breasts. I should never have tried to establish boundaries. Saying no to you is wrong. You can rape me whenever and however you want."
"God, I fucked you up a little, didn't I?" His cock pulsed in my breast as he said as much. Something must have shown on my face because he continued: "Oh, don't worry, it's hot. I'm not complaining." He licked his lips. "What do you think of Penny and Grace?"
It didn't matter what I actually thought of them. I needed to say the right words to get his dick hard. "A man like you deserves multiple bitches like us to use and jerk off with. Penny and Grace are just like me: warm, wet holes."
Once again his cock pulsed in my breasts at those words, and his hand reached for the back of my head, pushing me down into my own bosom. My lips were forced around his dick as he groaned, his tip twitching in my mouth, threatening to erupt at any moment. "Yeah, yeah, I like this," he said. "The big bitch boss turned into the misogynistic submissive? It's pretty hot, don't you think?" He kept me down in my tits, but it didn't really matter. I nodded slightly, and the humiliation was enough, combined with the stimulation of my tits, to send me over the edge. I moaned around his cockhead as I came, answering his question the most honest way possible. "Fuck yeah, come to the realization that you're gonna be turned into a misogynistic bitch for me. Or maybe that you already have. I guess it doesn't really matter."
With the hand that wasn't holding me down in my own breasts, he reached for the remote again, clicking at it and I could hear what started up behind me. Penny's voice. "Hi! I'm Theo's personal little bitch and I'll do whatever he says without ever asking for anything in return! Today, I'm going to be giving him a nice long tit fuck and blowjob combination! Which is one of my favorite things to do since it involves sex with Theo," she explained. I could hear the bright smile in her voice.
"You don't mind if I watch porn while you tit fuck me, do you?" I shook my head no. As far as complaints about my treatment, that was probably near the bottom of the list at this point.
Of course, there was another factor that was playing into things. Namely, the way I was becoming more and more aroused by my entire situation. It was beautiful in a way. A brilliant trick on my mind. The fact that I knew what he was doing to me, that he knew that I knew - it just made it more arousing. The humiliation added onto itself, and my hands on my tits stopped focusing so much on just compressing his cock and started to add in an attempt to pleasure myself.
My fingers teased and played with my nipples as I slurped and sucked on his cockhead in my mouth. He just sighed and leaned back, his hands going behind his head, as his gaze went back and forth between me and the television. He was enjoying the show that was being put on for him by not one, but two women, separated in time and space, but united by the fact that they wanted to get him to come. That they existed to get him to come.
That thought served to send me over the edge once again, making me orgasm on his cock. I went cross-eyed as my knees knocked together, underneath me, my pussy spasming hungrily around nothing. I was lost in waves upon waves of arousal, my juices just dripping down my thighs as my brain began to slowly but surely shut off.
In some sense it was a self-defense mechanism. If I stopped thinking, then I could just let the situation wash over me. There wouldn't be any panic. To some extent, there wouldn't even be any humiliation, though by that point the association with arousal was so ground into my brain that it was hard to tell one from the other.
I will tit fuck him. I will get him off with my tits and mouth. I will suck and titfuck and work him over. I will get him off. I will jerk him off. I will be his masturbation aide. I will be his misogynistic bitch.
Repeating words like that inside of my brain helped me to simply drift off completely, my thoughts turning into something alien even to me. I could feel the simulacrum of myself, the misogynistic bitch creature he wanted me to become; I could imagine myself as her. I could lose the distinction between the two of us.
And right now? I wanted to.
It was just so much easier.
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