Chapter 31

Theo sat down on the couch. He was wearing only his underwear as he relaxed there, and Grace of course immediately sat down next to him - she was naked, other than her choker. He patted the spot next to him, and I considered it, but ultimately concluded that, yes, I really did have to hop up like a dog.

So I did so, ending up on the couch, sitting next to him. He casually slid one arm around my hip, pulling me into him, and I just let out a small little squeaky noise. It wasn't even a complaint, it was just a noise. A smile was stuck on my lips at this point, plastered on; I'm not even sure if it was a command or just a self-defense mechanism.

"Oh, Grace, go grab me a can of soda from the fridge. You can get yourself whatever you want," Theo said.

Grace got up. "Yes, Master," she said. "Do you want anything, Darla?" She asked me, glancing over her shoulder as she departed.

My mouth opened and closed. "No, she doesn't," Theo said, then made a little wagging noise with his hand as Grace made her way to the kitchen. Once Grace was out of sight, Theo slid his hand up to the back of my head, tilting me, pulling me close to him. "Every time that a character on the TV says the word 'and,' you will silently orgasm, without moving your body whatsoever," he ordered. I just swallowed as I contemplated what he'd just done. "I know the way to control you girls," he said, loud enough that Grace could overhear. "It's all through your clit."

Grace came back with a can of Sunkist for Theo and a cold water bottle for herself. I, on the other hand, just sat there, staring at the TV as he turned it on. My heart was pounding in my chest in silent anticipation, knowing what was about to come. Time seemed to telescope out, despite everything, as I waited for that word to come.

He was such an evil genius, doing this to me. It was really brilliant. I couldn't help but admire it. And then the first time, a character said the word 'and,' and I promptly orgasmed. I didn't even shiver. Theo glanced my way. But of course there was no sign whatsoever of what was happening. He just casually slid one hand down in between my thighs, shoving two fingers inside of me, and then grinned as he felt my greedy pussy squeezing down on his fingers.

It's amazing: I actually can't remember what the show was even about. I spent the whole time staring at the TV, hanging on every word, and yet I have no idea what the show was actually about. It was some kind of Japanese cartoon. I think there were swords involved. Honestly, I don't know. Grace watched it with rapt attention, while Theo just casually kept his fingers shoved in between my legs so that he could feel every time that his mindfucked slave orgasmed. His other hand was loosely wrapped around Grace's hip, but that was more of an affectionate thing, like you might do for a girlfriend, than what he was doing to me.

I could hardly think of anything at all. It was like my brain was dribbling out from between my legs as I sat there on the couch. Theo would occasionally shift his fingers, teasing me, intensifying the pleasure, but honestly the orgasms were coming way too fast and hard. Only during the occasional fight scene did I have the chance to gather my wits about me, but it didn't last. The fight scenes would last maybe twenty or thirty seconds past the last orgasm, and then the characters would get to talking and then inevitably the word 'and' would appear and my brain would start melting out of me again.

The orgasms really were a mechanism of control, though I'm not sure how much it was actually working the way that Theo intended it to. The main impact was that I just couldn't concentrate. I couldn't really think. My mind was occupied by one single reality, the constantly pulsating pleasure between my legs. When the show ended, well, Theo just changed the channel and we started watching something new. Grace didn't complain. Icouldn't complain. I think we watched television for almost an hour before he finally decided to actually do something new. "Darla," he said, "get down on your hands and knees between my legs. Take out my cock and suck it while I enjoy watching some television with Grace."

Once again, I had no choice. I had to get off of the couch. I couldn't even stand up as I did so, having to crawl off like a dog. I got in between his legs, took out his cock, and simply wrapped my lips around it. I glanced up at Grace and saw her looking down at me, an expression of contempt and annoyance written on her features. From her perspective, I was an unwanted interloper in her sweet little romance with Theo. I couldn't even blame her for thinking that way. It made sense from her perspective.

No, the only person I could blame here was Theo, but blaming him was hard. Mostly, because his cock in my mouth meant I had to start masturbating, and the television behind me was still playing. It took no time at all for someone to say, 'and,' and from there it was just a rapid fire sequence of orgasms, with Theo's cock resting on my tongue, my brain dribbling out between my thighs as pleasure raced through my body. There was no signal of the pleasure outwardly. From Grace's perspective, I must have just looked like I was sitting there, brainlessly, a stupid little dog waiting for her master to tell her what to do next, even though it should have been obvious.

After a few minutes and probably a dozen change orgasms on my part, Grace just reached down for the back of my head and forcibly shoved me down Theo's cock. I wetly gagged around it as my nose was smashed into his pubes. "Do you think that's how you suck a cock?" She asked. "What does he even see with you other than these fat tits, which Penny has anyway?" She casually smacked my breast in annoyance, still grinding me down into Theo's groin.

I came, and it wasn't because somebody on the T V said the word 'and'.

Theo just leaned back, grinning down at me, clearly enjoying watching this little cat fight. Grace was unaware or uncaring of Theo's obvious reaction to this whole situation, and just continued to hold me down in his groin. "How would you feel if I choked you unconscious on his dick?"

"Oh, she does that all on her lonesome," Theo said. "Watch, she won't even resist if you try to choke her out. Isn't that right, Darla?" He asked. I glugged wetly around his cock. Another orgasm hit me as somebody on TV said the word 'and' again, and I just decided to go along with it and nod.

Grace's look of contempt got even sharper at that point, her gaze cold as ice as she looked down on me. "Then it's not nearly as fun."

"Sure it is," Theo said. "Just think of her as a life-sized stress ball for you to get all your bad feelings out on. That's how I think of her," he explained, his cock casually pulsing in my throat as he degraded me in a new way. He seemed very good at finding new ways to degrade me, and I had no choice but to go along with him, my whole body trembling in ecstasy at each fresh humiliation.

There was no way to escape it, really. Distantly, I contemplated just using my powers and killing him, but then I would be forced to be naked, to orgasm every time the word 'and' was said, and to never speak again. So I decided to meekly submit.

It's only getting worse for you because you keep deciding to meekly submit. I guess all that bravery was just a consequence of your superpowers, and the moment somebody can hurt you, you become their pathetic little bitch.

Shut up, bitch. It's your attempt at resistance that made things so bad.

I chose to listen to the second voice. I remained, trembling, on Theo's cock as Grace continued to hold me down. My throat continued to gag and spasm even though I didn't need to breathe anymore. It was hard to count up the seconds to try to determine when I should pretend to pass out, mostly because the orgasms kept interrupting my train of thought.

Eventually, I let my arms fall lax at my sides, my eyes closing. At that point, Grace hurriedly tugged me off. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding," Grace said, sounding genuinely surprised, as if her whole perspective had suddenly shifted.

She's not a bad person. She's just angry her boyfriend is cheating on her. She doesn't want to kill you.

I just choked and sputtered and pretended to gasp for air. Grace maintained a firm grip on my hair as my mouth hung open, waiting for a second breath. "Look," she said, "if you're into, like, extreme stuff then fine but, like, slap his thigh or something if you're about to pass out. Jesus."

I looked up at her, taking in her new expression, one of genuine concern. I couldn't beg for her assistance since I couldn't talk. I could only look up at her. A character on the TV said the word 'and' again, and another flash of pleasure ran through my body, my eyelashes fluttering even as the rest of me remained still.

It was another way that the entire situation just continued to lower me, inch by inch, ever deeper, into ever greater depths of humiliation. Here was Grace, looking down at me with pity, with concern. Choking out like that hadn't made her just worried; it had made her change from seeing me as a rival to seeing me as a... weak little girl who needed to be protected.

Here I was, Andromeda, and some random med student was worried about me because I choked out on cock too easily. Another flash of pleasure ran through my body, but this time it wasn't because somebody on the television had said the word 'and'. It was just the sweet pleasure of humiliation, slowly but surely cooking my brain.

"My dick isn't getting sucked," Theo said. When Grace didn't immediately shove me down his cock, he spoke again. "Darla, slap my thigh if you can't breathe."

Oh God, part of me thought. I won't be able to slap his thigh, ever. No, wait, it's you can't breathe, I thought, even as Grace began to shove me down his dick. When his length hit the back of my throat, when my windpipe got obstructed, that was when I slapped his thigh.

Grace immediately peeled me up and off. Theo looked down at me, clearly annoyed. I couldn't exactly say anything to argue or defend myself, so I just sat there, twitching in place. Another pulse of pleasure hit me as a character on T V once again said the word 'and.'

My tongue danced in the air, a quiet way of trying to show that I was trying to be a good girl, and that his order had just been poorly formulated. I didn't want to find out what new way he'd punished me.

Theo just sighed. "Alright, forget about the slapping my thigh thing," he said. "Grace, just use her mouth like a jerk off-aid for me. Imagine she's an onahole or something. I don't care," he said, leaning back, stretching his arms out.

Grace obeyed, of course. I didn't think she had any choice. She just grabbed my hair in a loose ponytail and began to fuck my face up and down his cock, pumping him in and out of my throat. I wetly glugged around his dick, my brain seemed to melt as the characters on television repeatedly used my trigger word. My pussy was leaking all over the floor as I masturbated in place, forced to be facefucked while Grace just looked down at me. Her expression was no longer so angry or upset, more concern. Like she didn't want me to end up getting hurt. Like she didn't trust me to take care of myself.

I suppose she was right to. It wasn't like I could.

Grace was soon pounding me up and down Theo's cock, though. My throat would wetly glug around him as I was forced to throat him all over again, choking and jerking and twitching. Orgasm after orgasm hit me, and there was a soup of that same humiliating arousal and arousing humiliation as I was used like this. Here I was, CEO of Empyreal, gagging on Theo's cock. If he wanted to, if he said the right things, I'd be stuck here for the rest of my life. That thought sent another lace of arousal and pleasure through my body.

In fact, as I disassociated from arousal, my mind began to wander, to imagine myself in a different circumstance. Theo could just order me to never leave his home. He could order me to never wear clothes again. He already had. That was part of why I was stuck here, choking on his cock rather than trying to kill him. My brain, as it fogged up from the orgasms and the face fuck and the humiliation, as I lost myself in the moment of just getting used like so much meat to jerk off Theo, started to imagine a... future, I guess. A world that might become real. It didn't even feel like some type of scenario intended to discourage me.

Maybe my head had gotten so fucked up that this was my own fantasy in some genuine sense. I don't know.

I do know what the fantasy was.

Myself in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron, Theo fucking me from behind as he groped my tits, the constant stream of orgasms that came up from in between my legs helped ensure that thought, that imagined reality, was arousing, pleasant. I could imagine that instead of being two fingers plunging into my cunt, it was my husband-master fucking me hard. In the scenario, I no longer had any chance at escape.

Did I even now? Maybe I was too locked in. Maybe I was doomed to spend the rest of my life as Theo's cocksocket, with Grace fucking my mouth on his dick, with me unable to so much as speak a single word of complaint. Those thoughts were a delicious soup of arousal, helping to scrape away my last fragmentary capacity for resistance, as I just lost myself in surrender. in giving up. If I stopped resisting, I could just enjoy my new life. A slave giving up on freedom. My pussy spasmed again as another orgasm hit me, and this one wasn't related to the television, so I could let out a choked moan around his cock, going cross-eyed as I came.

Grace didn't let up the face fuck just because I was coming. She kept pumping me up and down. She looked down at me with an expression of some mix of contempt and pity, like I was such a pathetic creature that I really didn't deserve this.

Of course, that only intensified my arousal.

"Don't forget to use your tongue," Theo said. I set to work on putting my tongue into things, though I'm not quite sure why. Maybe some part of me was afraid that I would somehow get into an even worse position if I didn't. Or maybe it was just that I was being trained into compliance.

It felt like compliance at this point. Like I had learned to submit, to obey, to please my master, rather than to disobey and get punished. My brain dribbled out in between my legs as I kept masturbating in that position. One hand on my breast, the other in between my legs. Intermittently, one of those invisible orgasms would smash into my brain as some character on the TV used the word 'and.' I'm not even sure Theo was still cognizant of that particular command. Maybe he'd just forgotten about it. It wasn't as if there was any signal to him that I was coming.

I just kept licking and slurping and sucking and bobbing as Grace fucked my face up and down his cock. When I glanced up at her out of the corner of my tear-stricken eyes, she no longer even seemed jealous of me, honestly. I wasn't competition. I was just a toy to jerk her boyfriend off with.

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe I'd be happier now that I had been so thoroughly demoted. Maybe I could just accept opposition, down on my knees, crawling around naked, collared, choked. Those thoughts made my arousal spike, but what made me come was the television.

"Gonna come soon," Theo said, dragging me halfway out of the soup of arousal. Only halfway, because Grace kept brutally fucking my face on his cock, pounding me up and down, the wet glugging noises seeming to echo in my ears as I was just relentlessly used like that. "Darla, keep fucking your face on my cock. Grace, make out with me and ignore this bitch." Immediately, Grace let go of my hair, forgetting about me instantaneously, as she was given the opportunity to lean into Theo. The pair made wet, sloppy noises as they made out with one another, Grace's hands going to Theo's cheeks.

I just kept fucking my face on his cock, unable to do anything else.

There was no real warning that Theo was about to come. He just started to erupt inside of my mouth. I kept fucking my face on his cock even then, as hot cum splattered the back of my throat, my tongue, my palate. I gagged, saliva and cum dribbling out over my lower lip as my brain just dribbled out in between my thighs. The tears got even sharper and the taste of him on my tongue was intense, but I couldn't stop fucking my face on his cock. I had to keep going forever, it seemed like. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pathetically worshipped his cock. There was no dignity in any of this. I was being, bit by bit, reduced, lowered, down to nothing.

After Theo finished coming, he actually kept kissing Grace for several seconds, leaving me to brutally fuck my face on his cock, his cum sloshing around inside of my mouth. Eventually, though, he did break off the kiss. "Alright, Darla, let my cock out of your mouth," he ordered, and I immediately moved to do so. I'm sure I was quite the sight. Drool caking my chin, dribbling down onto my tits, my eyes unfocused as I look up at him.

Grace looked down at me. Once more there was something more like pity than the contempt and disdain she'd shown earlier.

I just twitched down there, unable to do much else.

Theo just smirked down at me. I'm sure I looked like quite the mess, and that thought made my clit throb as I remained kneeling in front of him. Then he glanced over at Grace. "I want a titfuck," he said. "Give me a titfuck with Darla's tits," he commanded.

Grace immediately slid off the couch, getting down behind me, one hand going to either of my breasts, and just crushed them around his cock. He groaned and sighed, leaning back on the couch, looking down at both of us from above. The roughness with which Grace treated my tits just served as stimulation; no amount of physical cruelty was enough to actually inflict any pain on me. Instead, I just panted as she raised and lowered my breasts around his cock.

Of course the television was still running, which meant that sporadically another orgasm would hit me when somebody said the word 'and'. That part was such a clever little element of his plan. My cunt twitching around air, my brain slowly melting as orgasms hit me. I couldn't predict when one turned into the next, and the whole time I was being used like so much meat. My breasts turned into his personal masturbation aids, which his girlfriend was using to jerk him off with.

It really did feel like my brain was slowly dribbling out from in between my thighs. My mouth hung open as I just let myself go. I stopped trying to think again; I stopped even trying to submit, really. I just let the orgasms flow over me and let Grace do whatever she wanted to my body. Her fingers roughly crushed my tits around his cock, squeezing it in the valley of my breasts. She huffed and puffed a little as she worked my body like that, clearly not as athletic and certainly lacking the superhuman endurance I had.

"Your mouth is clear, so why aren't you saying anything? Isn't a good submissive supposed to dirty talk her master?" Grace groused.

"I told her to be silent," Theo said. "Actually, why don't you... Yeah, okay, here's what we'll do," he said. "Grace, you're going to dirty talk on Darla's behalf. Darla, repeat Grace's dirty talk, and otherwise don't say anything."

Grace let out a little snort at that. "So I have to do the dirty talking for her too? Isn't she supposed to be a super genius or something?" She licked her lips audibly. "My name's Darla and I'm a stupid bitch."

"My name's Darla and I'm a stupid bitch," I had no choice but to repeat. The command from earlier that every time I said something degrading about myself I'd come applied, and I promptly quietly, silently, invisibly orgasmed, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at Theo, Grace's hand still crushing my tits around his cock.

"I thought I was all that, but I'm not. I'm just a pair of fat tits for Theo to jerk off with." Grace's voice was syrupy sweet as she whispered in my ear.

"I thought I was all that, but I'm not. I'm just a pair of fat tits for Theo to jerk off with." Once again, another orgasm hit me. Then somebody on television said the word 'and', so a second orgasm hit me in the midst of the first, my brain seeming to fry as I quivered in place. The crushing force around my breasts, the humiliation of being used and treated like this, all served like a soup that my brain was being dissolved in.

Grace got more and more enthusiastic with both the titfuck and the opportunity to degrade me. I just quietly quivered and jerked under the force as she treated me like that. My mouth hung open in between degrading lines I was forced to repeat, and I started to masturbate, one hand going down in between my thighs. I was chasing orgasms rather than thinking about anything really; not about freedom, about dignity, about rights, not about anything except the pleasure of the moment.

That pleasure was the only part of my world that was any good at this point.

So why wouldn't I focus on it?

At some point in there Grace momentarily paused in the titfuck, grabbing the back of my head and just shoving me into my own breasts, smothering me in them. I knew what to do at that, slurping and sucking on the cock as it popped out from in between my tits.

When Grace would whisper in my ear then, I still tried to repeat them words, but they'd only come out as muffled nonsense around Theo's dick. I didn't even think about resisting. I didn't think about anything. I just let it happen to me.

It wasn't too long before Theo blew his load in my mouth again. It just splattered against my palate, and I drooled it out as Grace kept on whispering new degrading lines for me to say, and I just came and came.

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