A Dick Ted

With a wet

pop

and the sticky

schlick

of intermixed saliva and semen, Larah gasped for air, panting and half-choking, the erect penis that had moments ago been filling her mouth and half her throat dangling before her eyes like the crooked barrel of a gun.

'Open up, bitch.'

His words were harsh, dominant. Panting as she was, light-headed from the lack of a reliable stream of air to her lungs and her mouth, nose and chin coated with bubbling layers of pre-cum secretions and her own spittle, she didn't want to obey him in that moment - in fact, she'd have been quite happy to stand up and make her way to the shower to gargle in the hottest water she could handle for an hour or ten.

But the object before her face belied disobedience. Even as she gazed, point-blank into the black hole at the apex of his tip, she knew she would obey. She knew because she had done so before; many, many times. She knew because she knew, on some distant, just-out-of-mind plane, that she was somehow bent to his will, destined to do as he asked. She knew because she couldn't take her eyes off his penis.

There was a wet parting sound, and, a few moments later, her eyes crossed as the reddened tip disappeared beneath her nose. An instant later, she felt a warm, sticky mass pressing between her lips, depressing her tongue, sliding inexorably deeper into her mouth, until it reached her throat... And descended.

Five minutes later, she gasped as she felt the skin of his cock rippling backwards through her lips, his thick helmet pulling against the negative pressure inside her mouth, making her lips pop as he withdrew. Despite herself, her eyes fell to the engorged end before her, and there they remained, steadfast and unwavering. A small rivulet of precum bubbled up from within him, and, impulsively, she put her tongue out to lick it up. His smirking grin and condescending words bit her as she knew they would, but she didn't--

couldn't--

care. The cock before her face

had

her... And he had not yet allowed her freedom. That would only come when he did, and he was notorious for edging himself with her as long as he could, getting off almost as much on her helpless, dominated nature as he did the pleasure of mouth-fucking her in itself.

Larah had been his girlfriend since they'd met in a bar nine months ago. Unfortunately for her, a horny drunk, she'd gotten a little too tipsy that night and had found herself reaching into his pants right there at the bar - an act that had transformed, within twenty minutes, into Larah's face disappearing into a hotel pillow as he pushed her down, arching her back almost further than it had bent before as he pounded her like a fuck doll.

At first, they'd been fairly average daters - they went out, typically went home together, and that was that. The sex was good, Larah enjoyed her short time with him, and she figured while he might not be husband material, he'd make a good short-term sex-friend until she grew tired of eating steak and getting railed like a rabbit.

But then, one month in, after meeting up for dinner and drinks, he'd brought her home to find a curious setup arranged in his living room. She had immediately turned to him, ready to protest, the words "I never signed up for kink shit" forming somewhere at the core of her emerging thought process.

Only... She found her argument fading from her lips as quickly as it had risen, her eyes following his hands as they fell to his waistline, reaching for and beginning to unloop his belt. She tried to protest, told him she wasn't here to get tied up so he could fuck her, leave her there all night, then fuck her again in the morning... But she couldn't. She could only stare at his crotch as his pants slipped from his waist. Stare at him as his shirt fell from his shoulders. Stare at him as his underwear moved out of the way, revealing... Revealing...

Blinking, Larah suddenly realized she was hanging from several soft, fluffy sets of cuffs, arranged along the length of a metal frame, suspending her body a little higher than if she were on all fours. She looked ahead - and found herself staring back, a mirror positioned before her offering her a complete view of herself and her surroundings. She saw her straight auburn hair hanging from her head, saw her wide brown eyes staring back into themselves, could make out the erotic shapes of her dangling tits and of her backside just jutting up into the air above the top of her head, blurry from this reflected distance but no less clear. Her breasts weren't big enough to hang lower than the end of her hair, but she could see their shape around it and the edges of her nipples at their peaks, and knew that she had not only been stripped naked, but had been man-handled into the contraption by... Him.

As she thought about him, he came into view - or, perhaps he had already been there, and she had simply not noticed him, so fixated on herself was she. She looked up as far as her position would allow her, seeing his toned figure behind her, out-of-focus but clearly him. She felt, rather than saw, his grin as it split his features, all but confirmed moments later as he spoke. When he did so, his words were accompanied by the sensation of something warm and long contacting her exposed vagina, gently dragging along the cut of her opening like a saw on wood.

'Ah, my little pet.' He said, not unkindly. The dominant demeanor wasn't just evident in his voice; it practically dripped out of him. 'Home early from work, are we? Well, don't let us stop you from your important duties,' he said, sidling backwards. As she watched, she saw his body shift, then rise into the air from his knees. Something lengthy swung into her range of view, too blurry to make out but beyond obvious nonetheless. Her eyes zeroed in on it instinctively, and she stared at it as it swung gently back and forth with each meandering step he took towards her head, the reflected shape growing clearer by the pace. He made no move to hide it; indeed, he wanted her to watch it as it swayed closer, gravity and his erection making it pendulate as if a divining rod ahead of him.

'Just look up here for a moment, little pet,' he intoned, 'and let my irresistible cock take you.'

She couldn't help herself. Staring as she was, practically hypnotized by the sway of his meat, Larah stared right up until he reached the mirror, the reflection of his manhood becoming a shadow for the real deal. He turned to face her, his horizontally pointed erection turning like a cannon. Already she could feel the pull of him, the drowsy, slightly watery edges of her consciousness as his tip came around. She stared at it as he knelt before her, watching the swaying, bouncing cock grow nearer and nearer, until it was pointed right at her face.

'Inhale.'

She obeyed, smelling his musk. He had a salty sweetness to him, something mixed with both strong male and female scents, and a hint of something unique in it, something... Woody? Rich, like a wine? She couldn't tell. The scent made her mind fuzz over, her vision swimming in colours. It made her want to go to sleep for a long, long time, as if a warm blanket had just been pulled over her head.

'Good girl.' He soothed, stroking her hair, her head starting to sway. 'Let's give you a little taste of your obedience.'

The cock met no resistance as it pushed against her lips, forcing her jaw down as it slipped over her tongue and down, deeper, deep into her throat. His body closed in around her, turning her world from a creamy-white to a reddish pink which rapidly darkened until she saw only blackness.

The next time she awoke, she was lying in his bed, his arms wrapped around her waist, just beneath her breasts. She was naked... And she could feel his hardness between her thighs, his curl cupping her own shape, his helmet's upper edge resting just about exactly over her entrance. She wanted to throw herself out of bed and run, not even stopping for her clothes, but the sensation of him there sent shivers surging through her as memories flashed unwilled in her mind, smells and scenes and sensations filling her brain as his cock's touch reminded her of how he made her feel, how she couldn't resist his cock, how she had bounced and swayed and jerked and moaned and screamed and

cum

for him as he pumped her stupid, brainless, cock sleeve body, tied up in his harness like a dumb little fuck-doll, an empty body for him to cum in, a... A...

Gasping, Larah awoke to find herself lying on a hot chest, breathing heavily, her cheek pushing into hot, hairy flesh. Someone was stroking her hair, and there was something hard and pokey pressing between her legs.

'Shh,' someone said, the hand on the back of her head applying pressure to keep her where she lay, another hand on her side, just beneath her breast, doing the same. She realized she was lying in his arms, atop him - naked. 'It's alright, my pet. Just relax. Shhh.'

'I... What...' Larah stumbled, her voice feeling thick and underused in her mouth. There was a stickiness there that she knew must be his semen, but she only had the brainpower in that moment to swallow and try to continue speaking.

'We're going to get you worked on tomorrow.' He said, resuming his stroking of her hair. His voice was as casual as if he were a husband discussing the mortgage, seemingly unaware of the intimate position they were in, or the fact that she had just awoken after who knew how long.

'Wh... Wha?' She tried.

Worked on? Tomorrow?

'That's right, my sweet.' There was a twitch between Larah's legs, and she recognized consciously for the first time that it was his cock, still half-buried between her legs,

inside

her pussy. 'For our anniversary. We're going to get those wonderful new breasts you've always wanted.'

'A... Aniv... B-breasts?' This time, Larah didn't let him push her back down as she raised her head. He allowed her, though she didn't try to move the rest of her body from him. Sweaty stickiness kept their figures joined as she rose, pulling gently on her skin.

Far from caught out or ashamed, Larah was surprised to see a genuine honesty on her boyfriend's face. 'Yes - the triple-D implants we picked out last month. The appointment is tomorrow, and then you'll finally be the woman you've always wanted to be!'

Larah frowned, confused. She was fairly flat, sure - her breasts had always had a good shape and size, at least in her opinion, though she had occasionally disliked their lack of real substance or sag, the type of shape that really filled out bras and seemed to overwhelm men's hands when groped - but she couldn't say she'd

always wanted

triple-Ds. Weren't they, like, enormous? So massive that they hid her body from view? She felt another twitch between her legs, and a slight shudder responded to it.

'That's right, pet,' he said, reaching up and continuing to stroke her hair. 'You told me on our honeymoon that your ideal figure has always been a huge ass, huge tits, and nice, round, dick-sucking lips.' He smiled, the smile as genuine as a pastor's... Though Larah felt she could see something else lingering behind the smile, like a face beneath a mask. He never stopped stroking her hair as he spoke.

'It's alright, pet. I know you don't remember.' He tutted gently, like a parent talking to a child. 'Like how you don't remember the night you told me you wanted to be mine forever. Or the day you said you wished you could quit your job and become a stay-at-home

bimbo

wife. Or the time, while I

railed

your ass, that you told me you would do anything for a massive pair of titties. You don't remember a lot of things, my pet... And that's perfectly fine.' He fingered several strands of hair, playing with it as he spoke, seemingly unaware of Larah's growing confusion. Larah failed to notice her distinct lack of repulsion, concern - or her lack of getting off of him as quickly as she could. He twitched between her lips again, shifting ever so slightly inside her opening. It sent a powerful ripple of pleasure up through her body. He sighed.

'Okay. The truth is, little Larah, you're

mine

. You've spent the vast majority of your time with me in a trance-like state, induced by a little capsule I have embedded at the base of my cock, just underneath where my semen leaves my balls and enters my penis to travel up inside you. You've been this way ever since that first time we fucked - over a year ago, when you touched me up in that club and I took you back to a hotel room and fucked you stupid. It's nothing you'd understand - or remember - but since you won't, I'll remind you,

again,

of what it does.

'Put simply for a bimbo brain like yours, little pet, that capsule contains an aphrodisiac that gets collected by semen and precum as it travels up my body, entering you and getting rapidly absorbed by your engorged genitals. Once inside you, it dulls your mind, heightens your sense of touch and smell, and helps make you...

Suggestible,

let's say. It's effects--if I cum inside you--last anywhere from a few days to a week, and all I have to do to deliver a new dose is penetrate you. Any orifice will do the trick, since the drug only needs a thin lining with rapid blood flow to reach your brain - something that your mouth, ass, and pussy all have in common.

'On top of that, the aphrodisiac is a powerful addictive, meaning even a few small doses are enough to associate a powerful, addictive sense of desire to the drug's effects. Since it's administered sexually, that makes the drug, and the method of

deploying

the drug...

Intertwined

.' He smiled, stroked her hair some more. Larah couldn't help noticing that he had grown fully erect inside her as he had spoken, and was now occupying the space between her legs with a wonderfully filling pressure that seemed to accompany a buzzing, tingling aura in her mind. She could hear his words, understand what he was saying... But somehow, Larah couldn't bring herself to react logically or emotionally to him. Indeed, the only sensation she was feeling in that moment, as she always did when she was with him like this, was a powerful, growing lust, a lust that was slowly blotting out everything else inside--and outside--of her.

'Unfortunately--or, fortunately, for I don't think we should harbor desires of this sort--the aphrodisiac is something of a fertility destroyer. It was originally discovered in trials for non-invasive, reversible birth control, and canned once the side-effects were discovered... Only to be picked up by a completely

different

company.' He grinned. 'So, an ever-horny, brainless, obedient, sex-obsessed sub-slut. I know how I feel about it, but how does all that make

you

feel, little pet?'

Larah was struggling to focus on him now, her eyes glazing over repeatedly as his words ambled on beyond her focus. She nodded... Then shook her head... Then frowned, unsure which reaction she was supposed to give to whatever it was he'd said. He laughed shortly, making the cock between her pussy lips stiffen wonderfully. A tiny little moan grew in her throat, but her brain failed to open her mouth to let it out.

'And that's the Larah I know and love. I know it was last month, but happy anniversary, my wonderful little bimbo wife.' He said, pulling her down by her head and kissing her deeply. They parted with a smack, leaving a string of saliva connecting them as he pulled her back by her hair. 'You really are everything I ever wanted. Well, you will be once we get these nice, perky little titties upgraded to something that I can really pull you about with.' He thumbed her nipple, eliciting a deep, shuddering moan from her, accompanied by a twitching, tightening thrum around his cock. Casting his eyes over her once more, taking in the plump lips he'd had done a few months ago, the round, shapely ass reflecting back at him from the ceiling mirror he'd mounted above the bed, and the flowing brown-red hair he held in a messy bundle in his fist, he smiled. He wasn't even sure if the hair-stroking had an effect on her - he'd tried a few times to associate it with pleasure and obedience while he'd been fucking her, but he was pretty sure his erection had done all that work for her, and that there was too much of her willpower and independence gone for her to need further affirmative stimulus. He shrugged - it didn't matter. They were fucking anywhere from daily to every two-to-three days with no sign of slowing down, and that period was more than enough to maintain the aphrodisiac's strength inside her, saying nothing of the dependence and powerful positive reinforcement loops she'd built up over the last year to it.

Sliding his hands down Larah's sides to grip her hips, he adjusted her atop him until she was positioned just where he liked her, her body shaped just right to his length so that it felt as if he were completely inside her. He smiled up at her docile features, saw the look in her eyes, and grinned.

He'd never been one for equality in his relationships anyway. A trophy wife - a trophy fuck - who had eyes only for his cock, and a brain only for his commands, was

more

than good enough for him.

Smiling, intensely satisfied with his lot in life and the woman mounted atop him, he began to pump, bouncing Larah on his cock, encouraging her body to work up to a wonderful, hip-rolling stroke that had his balls starting to burn within minutes, Larah moaning in pure, total bliss, and all care about a brainless, bimbo-ified, cock-addicted wife gone from both their minds.

THE END