Andromeda Falls

It was hard to focus on the work in front of me, after Theo just invaded my office, shoved me under my desk, and fucked my face and tits while he ate.

I wish I could say that it was just because I was worried about Theo coming back. Even having locked the door, I was still worried - he could order me to open the door, and then I'd have no choice.

There was worry about Theo mixed in there, don't get me wrong. But there was also the simple reality that my brain had begun to conflate various negative feelings with a certain positive one.

Fear, humiliation, worry - they'd all been correlated to arousal, at least as far as Theo was concerned. If I felt anxious about Theo just barging into my office and ruining my day, I didn't even have to think 'and shoving his cock down my throat' to get the mental response. 'Ruining my day' could be left completely vague and amorphous, and it'd get the same response.

I was being operant conditioned into being his completely, utterly mindfucked doll.

Part of me wished my position was more like Penny's: that I could be happily oblivious to what he'd done to me. I'd think it was kinky fun, and it would just be normal arousal that turned my brain into soup as I was humiliated and degraded in the bedroom.

Knowing what he'd done to me, though, had left me to ruminate, and at this point I was pretty sure that said rumination was doing me no favors. It was forming fresh connections in my brain, rewiring this neuron to that one, mostly by taking every negative feeling I was having about Theo, and hotwiring it to arousal.

I tried to avoid ruminating, just to try to lighten the mental load that my brain was being put under, but it's like trying to watch a soccer game while forgetting you know about the final score: to even think about how much you don't want to think about it, makes you think about it that little bit more.

Even focusing on work was harder, since I'd just been throatfucked while one of my employees was mere feet away. I couldn't fully escape by focusing on work - any time that there was a squeak in the hall, or a rap on my door, I worried it was Theo, come to humiliate me again.

I can't do this. I can't keep doing this. It has to be mind control, right?

The risk - concern, worry, whatever you want to call it - was that Theo was actually innocent. That something had gone wrong in my head for reasons entirely unrelated to him. From his perspective, he'd just found out his hot, big-titted boss was a masosub, while from mine, my brain was constantly being boiled in the soup of a psychotic break or alien virus or whatever the fuck was going on.

But was that even plausible? Was it really? When I'd tried to run off, he'd brought me back under his foot with quick orders. Would an innocent Theo have done that? Would he have given so many, so thorough orders, locking my brain into this and that humiliating shape? Would he not have noticed that something was wrong with me, at least, after giving all those orders?

Probably not. Almost certainly not.

But there were no takebacks on killing someone if I was wrong, and if he was mind controlling me - at this point, that was my only real solution.

When the work day finished, I stayed in my office, typing away as I struggled to focus on work itself. I had managed to - finally - zone out completely, forgetting all about my throatfuck lunch to just do wormhole math and consult experiments and models.

Then, somebody tried the knob, and knocked. "Darla, open up," Theo's voice carried in, and I had no choice but to rise to my feet to go unlock and open the door, and he grinned as he stepped into my office, closing - and locking - the door behind him. "Have a good time at work today, Darla?"

Some, but no thanks to you. I wanted to say those words, but I couldn't bring them to come out of my mouth. Is that another command you've forgotten about, or are you just that afraid of him at this point? That willing to go acquiesce, just to avoid punishment? "Yes," I said, my voice small. Mousy.

I felt beaten. I knew that I could have overpowered him in a moment, that I could have crushed his skull with my bare hands, but I felt like a pitiful little girl, meekly asking Papa for some dessert, knowing that if he said no, that would be it.

He just smiled, gently patting my cheek. "That's good to hear, Darla," he said, his fingers caressing my face softly. "Your life's going to be one of joy from now on," he explained, and I could feel the arousal dripping from his voice. His thumb casually caressed my lips, teasing them as I looked up at him. "You will get to enjoy your job, which you love, and then - when the work day is over - you'll get to come home to me, and I'll be able to fuck your cute little brains out and make aaaall the anxieties of work go away."

Or, in other words, I'll work for a living, then you'll use my body as your personal sexual relief aid, and I'm supposed to be happy with this arrangement. "Yes," I said instead, and his thumb pushed past my lips at that point, sliding into my mouth.

"It's just perfect, isn't it?" I nodded, knowing arguing would be futile. "Just perfect. If you agree," he popped his thumb out of my mouth. "Strip yourself naked for me."

I swallowed, just staring up at him. That isn't an order. You can say no.

It could become an order, though, if I said no.

Maybe I should refuse, and see what he does? Maybe he'll reveal his intent then?

I just stood there, quiet, hesitant. My voice finally came out, squeaky and small, pathetic as it warbled with the exertion of resisting so openly. "I don't want to do that here."

He backhanded me at that, then let out a hissed, "Fuck." My head tilted on its axis, but it didn't hurt. "Fuck. Your face is tough," he said, nursing his hand. He tried shaking out the pain - then just put it in front of my face. "Kiss it. Thank it for hitting you."

I didn't have a choice on that. I leaned forward, my lips pressing against his knuckles. "Thank you for hitting me," I said, to the hand rather than to the man it was attached to. I swallowed, feeling a quivering arousal that continued to climb in this whole absurd situation.

Would somebody who thought I was just a masochist respond that way? Wouldn't he maybe try to suggest putting me at ease, or argue?

Probably.

But maybe Theo was just the regular kind of asshole, rather than the kind that it's justified to kill.

"Now, why did you thank my hand for hitting you?" He asked.

"Because you ordered me to," I said, before I could even think to say something cleverer. He snorted in response, at least, rather than being offended.

"That's true," he agreed. "You do whatever you're told, isn't that right, Darla?"

I nodded. Maybe this is my chance? Maybe I can get a villain monologue out of him? "Yes," I agreed. "Do you know why?" I asked it as a sincere question - one curious, one looking for the actual truth, not some kind of dirty talk.

"It's because you're just a completely depraved slut," he explained. "No, sorry. Not a slut," he corrected. "A nymphomaniac. A slut would fuck just any guy, but you're a loyal little girl, aren't you?"

I whimpered. His words were so humiliating, which sent sweet waves of arousal through my system, my cunt spasming around nothing, my clit throbbing against my panties. Every breath I took seemed to excite my whole body. My brain was still trying to come up with ways to trick him into a confession. "N-not for other guys, only you," I breathed out.

"That's right. Your body is just for me," he explained, casually reaching down for my bra, maliciously squeezing my breast.

"N-no, I mean-" I swallowed, curling my toes inside the heels he'd made me wear. "I, no other guy, could order me around like this."

"Ah, that," he said. He was smirking at me, like he knew something I didn't. Say it. Say it you bastard. Give me the excuse I need. Please, say it, so I can kill you and be free. "That's because you instinctively recognize that I'm the right kind of man, who can put a bitch like you in her place. Now, take off all your clothes."

I whimpered softly, but with those words, I really had no choice. I quietly grasped the base of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head, my breasts bouncing out into the open air, scarcely contained in a bra. My mouth worked at the air for a moment, my thoughts trying to find something to say, but my body had better ideas, instead taking off my bra, revealing my breasts to naked air.

The cool feeling of my office against my bare skin was sharp against my body, and I exhaled at the sensation as it ran across my skin. I swallowed, the thick and wet feeling of saliva running down my throat leaving me struggling to think, while my feet kicked off my shoes.

When I was completely naked in front of him, I finally said it: "Please, stop."

He paused at that, like I'd struck him. Does he really not know? I looked up at him, hopeful. I tried to say, I can't resist your commands, no matter how I feel, but those words didn't come out. I thought it might have been for the best.

"What's brought this on, Darla? You're stripping naked in your own office and now you're asking me to stop?" His hand reached out for my breasts, fingers sinking into the supple flesh roughly, and my knees clacked against each other. "You're giving me mixed signals... unless, you want to do some rape play?"

"No," I whined. I felt pathetic and powerless, but those sensations only intensified my arousal, my eyelashes fluttering as he groped me. "Please."

"Shhh," he said, placing one finger against my lips. My mouth snapped shut against my will. "No guy wants to hear his girlfriend begging for mercy while he fucks her," he told me, and I just looked up at him. Then just show me mercy, and I won't have to beg for it. "Ahh... Darla..." He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. His mouth pressed firmly against mine, and my brain seemed to fizzle and pop, my arousal spiralling upwards as his tongue dove past my lips. He was vigorous with his movements, his hungry lips sucking on my own, and his hands went to my tits. My head felt like it was popping, like there was an intense pressure building up inside my skull, with no place to be released, and he finally broke off the kiss. "I don't want to do rape play," he told me. "So bend over your desk, Darla."

He has to know, doesn't he? There was just the most paper thin possibility that he thought he really was negotiating sexual dynamics with his girlfriend, and I was soon bent over my desk. My sharp, perky nipples scraped against the table, and I swallowed thickly.

"Stay right there and beg for me to fuck you."

Memories of him eating at my desk - of me not getting to eat anything except his cum for lunch - popped into my head. But rather than begging for mercy, what came out of my mouth was: "Please, fuck me."

"I'm not sure," he told me, that sadism fully returning to his voice, now, as his finger slid inside my sopping wet cunt. "You are wet, but I'm not sure I believe you really want this. Say it again, louder, and with more emotion."

"Please, fuck me," I begged, my voice loud, and I felt my cheeks burn as I worried that somebody would overhear what we were doing. If anybody had stayed late, and was near my office, they would have heard that, for sure.

"Be more specific," he ordered.

I realized quickly that his command was so vague that my mouth was free. I had the choice of what to say - or whether to speak at all. I could remain silent. I could ask him to stop again. "Stop, Theo, I don't want this."

He sighed at that, loud and annoyed. Like I was just being an unbearable bitch by asking him not to fuck me just because I wasn't consenting. He casually pulled his fingers out of my cunt. "Well? What do you want, then? To give me another blowjob?" He was clearly frustrated, but he was actually respecting my 'no.'

Maybe he really doesn't know what's going on inside my head? Maybe he really thinks this is all consensual? "I want you to stop," I said, putting real intensity into my voice.

He spanked me at that - and I actually came. I was that aroused from his casual and degrading treatment that I was already on a hair-trigger, and my body jerked against my desk, my nipples scraping along the wood of the desk as I let out the most pathetic moan of pleasure I'd ever released in my life.

"Mm. You don't look like you want me to stop," he said. "You look like you're a horny, needy bitch, who just can't accept that part of herself," he explained to me, casually groping my ass. He leaned over me, but he was still wearing his pants, making it more like he was dry humping me. I could feel every inch of his cock through the thin fabric of his pants, and I just swallowed as I remained firmly pinned to the desk beneath him.

Eventually, I came down from my orgasm, panting against the desk. "No, I do want to stop," I said, my voice trembling, expecting more from him - and he surprised me by humming and stepping back from my body, leaving me there, bent over and trembling, naked, my juices running down my inner thighs.

It was surprising. Up until now, he'd been almost brutish in his domination, but had I ever actually been so clear about my feelings? Maybe this really was all a misunderstanding?

"Fucking look at you, bent over your desk, shaking your ass at me, leaking all over the floor. You've got me hard, Darla," he said. "What am I supposed to do about this erection, hmm?"

Now that I was seriously reconsidering his innocence - I actually did feel a little bad about it. If he was innocent, then from his perspective, his girlfriend had stripped naked, bent over the desk, and then told him not to put it in. It was one hell of a mixed signal, and I could understand it as frustrating.

I didn't want him to fuck me, though.

Or, I did want him to fuck me - in that I was oozing my juices all over my inner thighs - but I didn't want to want him to fuck me.

He stuck two fingers inside me, and I mewled at the feeling of the entrance. I was so sensitive my toes curled, my whole body trembling in place. "Well, Darla? I asked you a question."

I actually considered just letting him fuck me.

I was horny as hell, and if he was innocent, then there was no reason not to satisfy that arousal with his cock. My memories flashed back to all the myriad times he'd fucked me over the past week, and how good it had felt. What would be the problem, really? If he was willing to take 'no' for an answer, then I could just get fucked one more time, and then I could try setting some actual boundaries...

No, that's definitely the wrong response here. I need to maintain my boundaries.

Penny?

"If- if you want to fuck, you could get Penny to do it?"

Theo pulled his fingers out of me at that. He looked down at me, seemingly surprised at my statement - but he did, in fact, produce his phone. He shifted, leaning against my desk, standing next to me, as he called up Penny.

As she picked up, he laid his arm across my back, his hand casually groping my ass. "Theo! Hi!" Penny's voice came over the phone. "I'm already at Darla's, dressed up in my sexy maid outfit, so I'm ready for my master to come home and greet him the way he deserves."

He smirked at that, continuing to press his weight down against my back. If I'd been a normal woman, it might have been uncomfortable or even painful - as it was, it just applied more pressure to my tits, compressing my nipples and making my toes curl with arousal yet again. "Ah, I hate to do this to you, then," he said, "but I'd like you to get changed and come to Empyreal offices. Darla wanted to see you."

"She does?!" Penny clearly misinterpreted what Theo was saying, based on her surprise.

"Yes. She wants me to bend you over my desk and fuck you hard while she watches. Isn't that right, Darla?" He asked, shifting the phone down towards me.

I was horny enough by that point, that I didn't even really think about it: "Yes, Penny. Please come."

"Yes, ma'am!" She agreed instantly. "I'll be right over!"

Theo hung up at that point, casually resting his weight against me as I remained stuck there. He hasn't said I could get up... "Can I-"

"Shh," he interrupted. "Bad enough that I have to wait until Penny gets here, I don't want to listen to your yapping."

I fell silent. I'm not even sure I could have spoken, at that point. 'Shh' is a command too, after all.

As such, I was left to stew in arousal as Theo casually ground my tits down against the desk with his weight, his hand absently flipping around on his phone. It took over ten minutes for Penny to come over, and despite the fact that all Theo did was occasionally grope my ass, I felt like I was being edged.

Penny nervously knocked at the door to the office. I jerked in surprise, though I remained plastered to the desk as Theo rose. "H-hi? Darla? Are you here?"

"Yes, she's here," Theo said, opening the door for Penny - uncaring if anybody other than her saw my naked body plastered over the desk.

Penny let out a soft gasp as she saw me, and I heard her clack hurriedly inside, closing and locking the door behind her.

Even when he's respecting your wishes, he's still publicly humiliating you. He wants to show off how completely under his thumb he has you.

I couldn't exactly argue with the voice in my head on that front, so instead I just listened. "Darla got me all worked up, but she decided that her pussy is off limits for the moment," he explained to Penny.

"Huh? Really?" Penny seemed genuinely baffled by the idea of telling Theo he wasn't allowed to fuck her. "Really, Darla?" She asked. I just nodded, biting my lip.

This is so ridiculous. This is so humiliating. My clit throbbed and my pussy just wept, gushing like a fountain as I sat there, able to feel my fluids slowly trickle down my inner thighs, but still not able to do anything about it.

Penny, for her part, got appropriately naked - and she giggled as Theo repositioned her body, leaning her over the desk so I was forced to face her, and watch, as Theo took her from behind, pushing her down against the desk in a lewd mirror of my own position.

She was, obviously, incredibly aroused, her body bouncing in place, lewd moans escaping her lips. Occasionally, Theo would smack her ass, and she'd moan in delight. It took barely one minute from penetration for her to come, at which point, Theo grabbed a tangle of her hair, tugging her up so that we were forced to meet each other's eyes.

There was no guile in her gaze. No hint of 'hehe, I'm winning'. It was just pure, empty-headed lust as she got fucked from behind by Theo, her mouth hanging half-open as lewd noises escaped her throat with every thrust of Theo's cock inside her. The wet, rhythmic sounds of sex continuously filled the air, and my whole body trembled as I was forced to just... watch. "You love taking your master's big fat cock," Theo grunted out in her ear, and she nodded, clearly ecstatic to have the opportunity to say something like that. "Darla, did you know, Penny here was waiting for us back home in a lewd maid outfit? You made her get dressed all normal, when what she was looking forward to, was offering her mouth and tits to her returning master and his girlfriend."

Penny came again in response to those words, and Theo twisted her head, landing his lips up against hers and just mashing his mouth into hers. She moaned happily in response, her eyelashes fluttering, and she was clearly coming.

Of course, my body responded to the show. My pussy was leaking ever more fluids, my eyes unable to look away from the show. More on instinct than anything rational, I started to gently grind back and forth against the desk, scraping my nipples against it, shifting my body up and up until my clit and pubic mound were getting stimulated too. Wet, heavy gasps escaped my throat as I tried to burn off the arousal with masturbation.

I ground against the desk with increasingly manic energy, while Theo just furiously pumped into Penny. He treated her body not very differently from how he'd treated mine: a masturbation aid to play around with. His fingers would dig into her tits, his hands into her ass, and he'd shift and reposition her body at his whim.

She loved it, naturally. Her happy moans filled my office, while I panted and ground myself against the desk, trying to get myself off. It was frustrating, my orgasm always seeming just out of reach. I'd get up to the edge, feel myself about to crest, close my eyes and wait for bliss to overtake me - only for it not to come, leaving me to whimper and restart my grinding.

It took me three repetitions to finally realize that my failed orgasms weren't a product of the unusual masturbation position:

Theo had told me I couldn't come from masturbating, and he'd never rescinded that order.

I whimpered at the realization, my entire body quivering as I just went cross-eyed in the aftermath. Hot breaths spilled out of my mouth, my hips shifting and grinding, my tits pressed down into the desk. My eyes looked up at Theo, desperately pleading, and my mouth worked, but no sound came out. He smirked down at me, then paused his thrusting inside Penny, just letting her collapse against my desk.

I didn't care. I wasn't even paying attention to her. I was just focused on him, my mouth silently pleading.

"Got something to say, Darla?" I nodded. "Speak up, then."

Instantly, the words flooded out. I was so fucking horny that I didn't even consider what I was about to say. "Please, fuck me," I gasped out, and he grinned, pulling out of Penny with a wet shlicking noise, walking around my desk casually.

It was only once he slammed inside me that I finally came for the first time, a powerful, mind-wiping orgasm hitting me. I felt like my vision was whiting out, like my brain was literally crashing. My whole body shivered and jerked as I ended up squirting in that position, my juices coating my desk and legs both, while Theo just laughed from behind me, casually smacking my ass. "You're lucky our maid is here," he told me, "because you made quite the mess, you little nymphomaniac bitch."

I actually came for a second time in response to that treatment, going cross-eyed as I orgasmed hard. My whole body jerked and shivered on the desk, my nipples scraping against it, my pubic mound grinding in place, my clit throbbing and pulsing as Theo just kept fucking away at me from behind. I could only gasp and twitch in place, my brain practically shutting off at this point.

I'd tried to set boundaries. Tried to tell Theo no.

He'd even (mostly) respected those boundaries...

And yet, in the end, I'd wound up begging for his cock anyway. I wasn't even ordered to do that. I just did it. Somewhere beneath all the pleasure, I managed to subconsciously put together those pieces, and it prompted me to orgasm yet again on his cock.

Maybe this really is me. Maybe I really do want this. Maybe I am a completely depraved masochistic submissive for Theo, and that's why I begged him to fuck me.

Maybe I am just a dumb bitch who doesn't recognize that what she wants is a man like Theo to put her in her place.

My whole body was spasming. My inner monologue was a co-conspirator in my degradation, my collapse, my surrender, and I let it help me out, let my brains dribble out from in between my thighs as Theo casually used my body. He tugged at my hair, pulling me up, making me watch as Penny sat down in my seat and started to masturbate to the show. She even gave me a delicate little wiggly-fingered wave, smiling brightly as our eyes met for a moment, while my pussy spasmed hungrily around the cock that was fucking away at me from behind.

She's allowed to orgasm without Theo's cock, but I'm not.

Another electric bolt of ecstasy hit me at that thought.

Does it even make sense for my orgasms to run on these rules, if he's not doing something to me?

Just because you're a depraved submissive bitch, doesn't make it Theo's fault.

Maybe something's frying my brain that's not Theo.

Maybe my brain was always waiting to be fried, and I'm just naturally good at being a submissive cunt who obeys orders without even thinking about it.

My inner monologue was a complete mess. I don't even think it could be called an 'argument,' really - it was just a sopping wet stew of arousal outputting increasing nonsense, 'reason' as far from me as 'freedom' was.

All the while, Theo was degrading me verbally, smacking my ass, groping my tits, tugging on my hair, while he just rammed away at me from behind. The desk squeaked below me, while another woman masturbated to the show I was putting on. I could barely even conceptualize my physical reality, though. I preoccupied with the mental reality, one of self-abnegation, as I argued with myself whether I really wanted this or not, whether there was any mind control, whether there was anything wrong with me at all.

Maybe I really am just like this.

The most powerful orgasm yet hit me, and the self control that had kept the noises of sex down was shattered. My moan was loud - if anybody was in the office, they would have heard me - and my cunt was hungrily spasming and milking Theo's cock. He just jammed himself balls deep inside me, groaning as he blew his load deep within, and I shuddered in response to the sensation, my mouth hanging open, my brains still dribbling out of my pussy.

"That's a good bitch," Theo said, casually smacking my ass, and I just shuddered by way of response.

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