Chapter 30

I was trapped in the box at that point, and Theo decided to take the time to browse his phone a bit. Apparently, though, he was interested enough in exactly what I was doing, so he came over to me to open the box. I was kneeling inside of the box, one hand on my breast, the other in between my legs, but I wasn't moving - I was more a statue than a woman. He let out a small laugh. "Ah, sorry, wifey," he said, "my mistake. Masturbate, but otherwise remain completely still even if you come."

I didn't have any choice. My fingers began to work me over again, and I was unable to even complain about my treatment. Just kneeling there, twitching, one hand on my breast groping and playing with it, the other in between my thighs, frigging myself as my palm pressed against my clit and pubic mouth. If I needed to breathe, my breathing would be ragged. As it was, my face was just hot with arousal.

I looked up at Theo from down there. I couldn't even contort my face, but nevertheless he was able to recognize in my eyes exactly what I was feeling: worry, fear, of exactly what I was going to be doing, indefinitely, in this new position. He just smirked. "Oh, don't worry, dear. You won't be stuck in that box forever."

He then just closed the box, not bothering to tell me any sort of timeline on how long I'd be stuck in here. The whole day? Just until he blew his load in Grace one time? Who knew? I certainly didn't.

It was, somehow, more humiliating than anything he had done to me so far. I was being literally dehumanized, turned into a physical object. I couldn't even breathe, though luckily I didn't have to. I was stuck there, just quietly masturbating, unable to move, unable to even twitch, and the absolute abject humiliation of it only made me more aroused.

I slipped into it, just letting my brain pretty much shut off as I masturbated in there. I didn't have much stimulus, and even if I looked outside of the box, I'd only see Theo fiddling around on his phone. Part of me actually wanted Grace to show up faster just so that I would have something to pay attention to. The rest of me just wanted to go to sleep.

I hadn't slept in years, thanks to my powers, but now I wanted to pass out and just actually escape reality.

I couldn't though. Instead, I was just left there, fingers playing with myself, hand on my breast. So I let the orgasms wash over me, let the quiet humiliation of this wash over me. What little intellectual capacity I had wondered how often I'd be put in a position like this, now that Theo knew he could do it whenever he felt like it. Would this be my 'married life'?

Those sorts of thoughts just reinforced the arousal. It really was an insidious kind of control.

After I had come at least a dozen times in that little box, Grace finally showed up. My eyes flicked over to the door as she knocked on it, and Theo got up from the bed, grinning cockily as he went to the door. He hadn't bothered to do himself up nice; he was just wearing a shirt and underwear, but Grace didn't care, smiling brightly as he opened the door, stepping inside and immediately throwing her arms around him. They started to kiss.

I watched the whole thing through the walls, as they made out with one another, Theo's hands going to Grace's ass, squeezing and groping it. She's so happy. I wish I was that happy. The realization of what I had just thought was another sharp tone of humiliation, an electric jolt that hit my brain directly and made me come again.

I remained completely still, even as white hot pleasure flashed behind my eyes and left my thoughts dribbling out of my cunt.

Soon enough, Theo was bringing Grace back to the bedroom and she was stripping herself naked as she walked along beside him. Her choker remained on at all times, of course, a thin black strip, the declaration of his ownership of her. "I'm feeling lazy today, Grace," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "What do you want to do?"

She was naked by that point, utterly confident in her own body as she looked down at her sitting master. I wondered what she would decide to do, even as I continued to quietly masturbate inside of a closet, watching the whole thing. She was oblivious to my presence, but just by thinking it over, she was edging me, dragging this out.

"How about a blowjob, Master?" Without even waiting for his answer, she dropped to her knees in front of him, hands reaching out for his underwear.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," he told her. "Give me a blowjob," he commanded, and she let out a soft pant as her arousal clearly spiked in response to the command. Whatever he'd done to her was different from what he'd done to me; I had to assume she just loved being ordered around.

I watched as his cock sprung free, pointing right at her face, her mouth stretched wide, ready to accommodate his girth, and she just slid slowly forward, her mouth taking him inch by inch deeper into her throat. She was smooth, well-trained, and I could watch as her throat neatly bulged to accommodate his girth, her hands on his thighs, as she took him all the way to the base. She hummed softly around his cock, and he faintly groaned.

"That's a good bitch," he said.

I couldn't tell if he was talking to her or to me, and that particular thought made my arousal spike, and another orgasm hit me in a crashing wave. My eyes remained focused utterly on the scene in front of me, as Grace continued to deepthroat our shared master's cock, the man who had dominated both of us currently enjoying her throat even as I was forced to watch from my little cuck box. I couldn't even look away as pleasure crashed through my system. I should have been moaning and spasming in wild-eyed bliss, but instead I was an inert object, the only sign of life being the way that my cunt continuously contracted around my fingers.

Grace casually slid herself slowly but surely up his length, her tongue slashing along the underside, her lips forming a tight seal, and soon enough she popped off altogether, taking in a deep breath. "I suck cock so much better than that Darla bitch, right?"

I would have moaned if I could have. Those words were so abjectly humiliating, particularly for the fact that she was saying them without even knowing I was here.

"Mm, I don't know," Theo said, and Grace's response was to immediately slam her face right down his cock. He groaned as she began to roughly fuck her own face on his dick, and her hands slid down in between her thighs, starting to play with herself as she sucked him off. "Different women are different, you know," he said, his voice warbling a little from the sheer force of her self-inflicted throatfuck.

I was just left there, listening and staring, as Grace brutally pounded her mouth up and down his talk. One of her hands gripped his hips, while the other remained in between her legs, frantically masturbating. Her eyes remained locked on his, quietly begging and pleading for him to say that she was the best.

What he'd done to me and Penny was different from what he had done to her. She didn't get off on the humiliation and degradation. She got off on the domination, on the obedience. And that meant that in a situation like this, where he was teasing her like this, it just intensified her feelings. It didn't make her horny.

She wasn't play acting at humiliation, nor was she getting off on it. She was just actually upset that her boyfriend was unable to just tell her, even now, while she was brutally fucking her own throat on his cock, that she was the best.

For me, of course, the show was humiliation by proxy. If this was how he treated Grace, who was nice to him, who wasn't trying to escape, who was desperate to be his one and only, how would he treat me, his disobedient brat bitch wife?

Well, I knew how he would treat me, given that I had been closed up in the cuck box and forced to watch this whole show.

That particular thought made me come again. My hand on my breast got even rougher, just groping and squeezing and practically mauling myself, as I decided to try to escape this humiliating situation by shutting off my brain, by orgasming as much as possible.

I don't know if I would say it was perfect, but it did work. I could just lose myself in the moment, staring at Grace as she brutally fucked her face on Theo's cock, my mind wandering in this sort of liminal, dreamlike space. What if I was Grace instead? What if I had never figured out that he was mind-controlling me? Wouldn't I be happier then?

That particular thought made me orgasm again. I remained still and silent as I knelt there, unable even to twitch. A woman trapped in the moment. My hand on my breast became unfocused in its movements due to the pleasure that was lacing through me, but that was the only sign that I was orgasming. Otherwise I just kept staring. Drool had begun to pool inside of my mouth as I remained still. I couldn't even swallow it, and it wound up sliding over my lower lip, a gentle trickle that splattered onto my tits. The humiliation of realizing exactly how obscene and absurd I must have looked at that moment only added to my pleasure, and made me come again.

Grace, of course, managed to get Theo off fairly quickly. She popped off with a wet noise, showing off her tongue to him, which was currently coated in his spock, and then she swallowed it down. "So you had Penny over earlier?" She asked. "I could taste another girl on your cock, and you and Darla were having a fight, right?"

"We made up," he told her, and I could see a flash of frustration on her face. She didn't like that the pair of us had made up. We didn't actually make up, if it makes you feel any better.

"So it's hers?"

"Stop this line of questioning," Theo said, casually waving his hand, and Grace shuddered softly as she accepted the command. It actually seemed to arouse her.

She looked up at him. She let out a long sigh. "Okay, Master," she said. "You still have a hard-on, so do you want to keep going? I can keep doing all the work if you're tired, because that bitch Darla didn't do her part." Once again Grace's casual, degrading side comments made me come. Once again I remained utterly still, saliva continuing to dribble slowly out of my mouth.

"That sounds nice," he told her. "Darla is a pretty selfish lover, you know."

Grace nodded rapidly, even though of course she had no way of knowing that. Theo laid down on the bed, and Grace promptly clambered up atop it, moving to straddle him. "What's the point of getting so fit if you're not going to use it in the bedroom? She just takes and takes. With a man like you, a good woman would cater to your every need and desire, no matter how it made her feel."

"Well, she does so in her own way," Theo said, smirking up at her. "Her own very incompetent and stupid way."

Another orgasm hit me as the pair continued to verbally degrade me. They weren't even having sex at this point, they were just insulting me, and yet I was forced to listen and watch the whole thing.

Grace soon descended down Theo's cock, though, even as I was left to watch the scene. She just bounced happily up and down, moaning, really making a show of it. Theo, for his part, reached for her hips, starting to guide her up and down, taking control of the pace from her. "You really know what you're doing around my cock," he noted.

"Of course I do, Master," Grace said. "Making sure I'm a good slave for you is so important to me." Her voice was breathless and horny as she spoke.

"I know it is, babe," he said, casually smacking her ass. She let out a little noise as she bounced on his cock, straining to take more of him, trying to please him, but I didn't get the impression she really liked being spanked.

It's funny, she was the most slavish of the three of us - I mean she had literally just called herself a slave - yet she also felt like she had the most will of her own, the most ability to resist Theo. I guess that's why he updated the protocol with Penny, but made only minimal modifications to mine.

Of course at that point I wasn't really thinking about it that way. It was more like, She's a literal slave who wears a slave collar 24/7 and she has more will of her own than you, a statue masturbating and stuck in the cuck box.

Those thoughts helped ensure that I came again very quickly.

The saliva that was dribbling out of my mouth had made its way slowly down into the valley of my tits and was currently making its way along my stomach towards my cunt. But I still couldn't move. I just had to sit there, quietly feeling as my body was slowly but surely marked with more and more of this fresh degradation.

Grace was coming too, but not nearly as fast as hard as me. For my part, from my position, honestly, even though I was being forced to watch her have sex, my thoughts were more on myself. I was thinking about my condition, my life, who I was, what I was. I was stuck, static, still, unable to move, unable to breathe, drooling on myself and coming. I might as well have been lobotomized for all I was capable of doing. Was there even any point? Thoughts like that went round and round in my head, but they just served to intensify the arousal and humiliation.

Even the rational part of my brain, to what extent it was capable of operating, was beginning to think things like: Is there really any point in continuing to resist? Maybe I should just give up. Maybe I should just be his docile little cocksleeve like he wants me to be. Why not? What's the problem? Grace is happy.

Most of my thoughts though were the alien insensate jumble of arousal and self-degradation that came from handing your brain over to your clit and your clit being trained to orgasm every time it had a degrading thought. I'm a statue. I'm an object. I'm masturbating. I'm a cuck. I'm... not even really a person. I'm just an orgasm machine. Grace is going to find out and she's going to make fun of me. Grace is going to insult me. Grace is insulting me. Grace should insult me. Those thoughts blended together in staccato rapid fire, and occupied most of my brain as I watched her bounce on his cock.

Of course, Theo hadn't arranged this whole situation just to enjoy normal sex with Grace. He knew I was in the closet even if Grace didn't. So he made her talk. "I think Darla is marriage material. What do you think?"

Grace panted, catching her breath and stalling atop him. She'd come a few times on her own, but I could tell she really didn't like what he'd just said. "I think I'd make a much better wife for you than her," Grace said. "I never fight you, you know. I just do what you tell me to, every time. Just because she has big tits doesn't mean she's a good partner. Just treat her like Penny if you really have to fuck her."

"Oh, I treat her worse than Penny," Theo said, letting out a little chuckle, and Grace nodded along more enthusiastically to that. "But that just makes it hotter, right? A wife who puts up with that kind of thing?"

"We're not talking about a sex friend who you can spit on and she'll smile back. We're talking about a wife. I mean, she'd be the mother of your kids. You would be spending the rest of your life together, working together towards your goals. Come on, you don't want that with someone you can't respect, right?" She slowed down her pace atop him, grinding her cunt into his groin. I could tell she really hoped he didn't.

I wish I could say I felt sorry for her. Unfortunately, my brain was mostly occupied by taking in exactly how vicious that description had been, and enjoying the humiliation of it.

"I mean she's a smart woman," he pointed out. "Her company's probably gonna go public for trillions once we get the wormhole tech working. To be honest, that makes spitting on her face so much better."

Grace continued to take her time in the moment, clearly trying to get her wits about her. "That's fine, Theo," she said, though I was pretty sure it was not fine by the way she said it. "You're talking about a wife, though. Just make her your sex slave or something. Make me your wife."

"But you're already my sex slave," Theo said, grinning up at her, enjoying making her squirm. "You can be my slave-wife. Why not have two wives?"

No woman wants to hear that from her man, and Grace was no exception. Well, that's not quite true - I was an exception at the moment, and the thought of being forced to not just become Theo's wife, but be forced to share that position with another woman, served to send a sharp spike of arousal through my whole body. I continued to quietly drool as I remained otherwise completely still and silent. I tried to resist coming, but my fingers were stuck masturbating constantly. I could only make them slow down a little, which ended up feeling like I was edging myself.

"Theo, you know you've told me not to talk about this," she said. He just smirked at that. "I can't argue with your decisions. I am your slave." At that she started to bounce on his cock harder, pumping away. I could tell she was trying to smother her own feelings of humiliation by focusing on the sex and probably also shutting Theo up with it.

I, on the other, on the other hand, couldn't exactly smother my feelings of humiliation, and those feelings instead made me come again. I had to watch as Theo gripped Grace's hips and began to just fuck her up and down his cock, pounding away at her pussy. She moaned happily as he fucked her. "Come for me," he ordered her, and she promptly orgasmed, spasming in pleasure atop him, moaning out her joy at being able to experience this with her beloved master.

I watched as Theo ground her down into his pelvis and ejaculated inside of her. He just groaned out his pleasure as he enjoyed using her as a cocksleeve.

Some part of me even felt jealous of her.

Once he was done coming, Theo popped Grace off his cock and laid her down on the bed next to him. She moved to cuddle into him, but he casually pushed her back. "Just a second, babe," he said, and she let out a huff but allowed him to get up off the bed, just lounging on her back. Theo, at that point, came towards me in the closet.

My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what was no doubt coming. He opened the box and looked inside. He got to see me there, kneeling, drool caking my tits and stomach, my eyes looking up at him, desperately pleading, my whole skin flushed with arousal, my pussy leaking all over my hand, as I continued to slowly but surely masturbate.

His erection immediately came back to full force. "All right, you can move now, Darla," he said, "but don't say anything." I whimpered pathetically as I collapsed on to my side in the box. He just grabbed my hair, dragging me up out of the box by it. Grace looked at me and there was this expression of both disdain and contempt, and even some amount of anger. I just whimpered under her withering gaze, unable to do anything more.

Somehow the way she looked at me was even more intensely humiliating than anything that Theo had ever said to me. I guess it's mostly that she was something of a third-party neutral observer, and her observation was, Look at this horny, pathetic, desperate, cumdump bitch.

I couldn't exactly argue with the appraisal, and I don't think it was motivated by her jealousy. I was horny, I was pathetic, I was desperate, I was a cumdump, I was a bitch. Those thoughts rushed through my brain like a mantra, helping me annihilate anything but the simulacrum of the bitch. As I was dragged up onto the bed, I turned around to face Theo, pressing my cheek into his stomach, rubbing against him like a dog, letting out pitiful little noises. He just grinned. "That eager for my cock, huh?" He asked. "What do you think, Grace? I mean, a major trait of a good woman, a good bitch, is loyalty and obedience, right?"

Grace looked at me, then looked up at him. "She was watching the whole time?" She sighed. "Was this your idea or hers?"

"Oh, hers," Theo lied immediately. "She said she wanted to hear what you actually thought of her," he said, "isn't that right, Darla?" He just grabbed my hair, but he didn't have to force me. I nodded anyway, knowing that it would only end poorly for me if I did otherwise. "She was masturbating the whole time, wasn't she?" I nodded again. He casually took out his cock at that point, pointing it at my lips and sliding it into my mouth, just sighing softly as he started to jerk off with my face like that. "She really is a truly well-behaved submissive; she just needs a strong hand, you know?"

Grace watched me, continuing to have an obvious annoyed expression on her face. I just started to masturbate, unable to do anything else at that point. Given my position, it didn't take me long at all to come, letting out choked moans around his cock. "She got bitchy earlier, when we were having dinner together."

"Oh yeah, that." Theo waved his hand. "Don't worry. She'll behave herself better now." He started to increase the pace of the facefuck, pounding me up and down his dick, and I just took it. "Won't you, Darla?"

I nodded, of course, twisting his cock along the inside of my throat, and then I came, once more moaning around it. He groaned and held me down in his pelvis, enjoying the way I vibrated in pleasure. I enjoyed it too, my body finally unlocked, able to actually move on its own.

Grace approached me, crawling on the bed, watching me from the side, staring at me. Her gaze was cold and calculating. "I guess I just don't understand emotional masochists," she said. She casually reached out and slapped my tit, and I promptly came again. "I can treat you like shit and you just keep coming. Theo can treat you like shit and you just keep coming. And coming. You enjoy it, don't you, bitch?" I nodded as best I could while Theo continued to jerk himself off with my mouth. "I don't understand why he even wants you as a wife, honestly. He should just use you as a masturbation aid."

I could only let out wet glukking noises as his cough repeatedly penetrated my throat. Theo, for his part, grinned. "That's part of what makes it so much fun," he explained. "The fact that she's so completely, utterly, pathetically lowered. She's so smart, so hot, but it doesn't matter because her clit rules her now." He upped his pace on my face, brutally pounding away, balls slapping at my chin as he just went for it. The mattress squeaked a little from the sheer force of his thrusting while I took it, tears streaming down my cheeks as my gag reflex acted up. "You'd think she's out of my league, but now she's just going to be my misogynistic bitch housewife," he declared, slamming me down into his pelvis, holding me down, choking me on his cock.

Of course, the whole time I was masturbating, some tiny part of me wondered was I still under that command, or had he taken it away at some point? I couldn't remember, my mind was such soup from arousal and orgasms and humiliation and everything else.

"In that case it's fine if she's the number two wife, right? So I'm on top?" Grace asked. She was looking up at Theo, practically begging for his kindness, while I was just being ground into his pelvis.

She was on her hands and knees right next to me, and rather than answering her, Theo just pulled out of my mouth, his cock slick and shiny with my spit. He casually shifted over, planting one hand on Grace's head, and she didn't need to be told anything. She just let her mouth drop open, her tongue lolling out, and he slid right inside.

I was left to whimper. I was still masturbating, I realized, but I didn't stop because he'd released me from the command to only come when he was using my body to get off with. I watched as Grace got smoothly fucked up and down his cock. He wasn't nearly so rough with her, just using her mouth almost lovingly, casually stroking himself with her throat. She stared up at him, eyes looking for warmth, and he just grinned down at her. "Both of you are great in your own ways," he said, purposefully avoiding giving her what she wanted. "I don't see why we need to have a pecking order when the pecking order is that I'm on top and you bitches are on the bottom."

At that he pulled out of Grace's throat and slammed right back into mine. I didn't try to stop him or keep my mouth closed. I just let it hang open as he brutally fucked my face. Of course I came, still on my hands and knees on the bed. Grace right next to me, her mouth wide open, her tongue dancing in the air, begging for Theo to pay attention to her again, without saying anything at all.

Is that what I'll be like? Will I be that desperate for his attention? I know what he's done to me, but I'm masturbating right now, and I don't have to be.

I just smothered those thoughts and let myself fall into the moment: the wet sound of my throat being repeatedly penetrated; Theo sometimes holding me down and trying to choke me out on his cock. I lost all track of time. I didn't care if I should have passed out. I just quivered and came and came, masturbating frantically as he abused my face.

When Grace realized he had no intention of using her mouth any time soon, she went back to talking. "Look at you, Darla, aren't you supposed to be a big shot CEO? Why are you just letting him treat you like this?" Her voice was some mix of malicious and teasing, two contradictory urges rising to the forefront at once. On the one hand, she genuinely didn't fucking like me; on the other hand, she wanted to get Theo off by degrading me. "I guess it's true what he's saying about your clit ruling you, huh? Don't you have even a single shred of self-respect?"

I shook my head and came, spasming, letting out a choked moan around his dick. He grinned at that, pulling out of my throat, letting his cock rest against my face, my own spit smearing against my features as I looked up at him, through tear-streaked eyes. "Darla, say that you are inferior to me in every way that counts."

"I am inferior to you in every way that counts," I breathed out and then came again. Theo just grinned at that.

"Do you want me to make her say that she's inferior to you, too?" Grace hesitated, biting her lip, then nodded. "Darla," he said, "tell Grace that she's so much smarter and prettier and better than you. That unlike you, she never fights me, even about things she cares about. Like whether or not I could have a second bitch as a wife."

"Grace, you're so much smarter and prettier and better than me," I said, masturbating all the more frantically, my words warbling as I became more and more aroused. "Unlike me, you never fight Theo even about things you care about, like whether or not he can have a second bitch as a wife."

Grace just watched, staring at me, the cock resting across my face. Theo slid his hips back and I let my mouth fall open, let him penetrate my throat. He sighed as he choked me out on his dick again, holding me down in his pelvis, my nose mashed up into his pubes. I felt him twitch as he finally began to cum, groaning loudly as he blew his lead straight down my throat. When he was completely spent, only then did he peel out, letting me gasp for air, wobbling on my hands and knees as I looked up at him.

"Let's watch some TV, Grace. Darla, don't say anything and follow," he ordered.

I followed after the pair of them.

On my hands and knees, of course.

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