Olivia looked out over the water from her reclining chair while she absently fingered herself. The honeymoon was wonderful. She and Billy made love twice every night and twice every day, whether she wanted to or not. When she wasn't in the mood he seduced her or forced her depending on his inclination. She quickly learned to keep herself constantly ready for him since they inevitably had sex anyway. She sipped from her drink and smiled at the way it made her head swim.
"Enjoying the beach view?" Billy asked from behind her.
"Yes, I am."
"Come over here, honey," he said taking a seat on one of the other chairs. "Crawl for me."
Olivia rolled off of her chair and crawled to where he was seated as she had been taught. Without waiting for a prompt she pushed her nose into his crotch. "Can I?"
He patted her on the head. "Suck."
She pulled down the waistband of his pants with her teeth until his ready manhood was exposed. Olivia kissed it. She parted her lips a moment later and accepted it into her throat like a gift. The last few weeks had taught her more than she ever thought it was possible to know about pleasing a lover. Inch by inch she pushed it deeper, her eyes never leaving his.
It was a special kind of experience to make herself do it. His eyes weighed down on her but she was the one who chose to choke herself for his pleasure. Her lover's sex filled her throat, keeping her from speaking or breathing. He smiled at her. She pushed it further.
Finally, lightheaded from lack of air and surplus of endorphins, she began to draw herself away. He placed a hand on the back of her head. The touch was soft. Not strong enough to hold her in place by force. She knew what he wanted. It was like having him physically suppress her will. Olivia stayed where she was until he released her.
She collapsed on the ground at his feet with a thread of drool strung between them. She gasped gratefully for air.
"That was good," he told her. "We want to kill off a few brain cells every time."
Olivia nodded.
"But we're not done yet are we?" He turned her chin back up. "Get going."
Olivia took him into her mouth again and began to suck in earnest. It felt good to be a proper woman after years of denying it. She lived to please him. If she was good enough he might even let her touch herself while she sucked. She put the thought out of her mind. As she sucked and licked all the thoughts were eventually pushed away into pleasant blankness. The trance was better for her than sex.
After several minutes of tasting her lover he finally pushed her away. She fell back, gasping and shivering from pleasure. A moment later Billy's seed sprayed across her skin. Olivia lay where she had fallen.
"You look good like that but it's going to start to smell. Get a taste. I know how much you love it."
"Thank you." She scooped the cum up and sucked it from her fingers.
He studied her while she cleaned herself. "You are a fucked up, broken down little slut, aren't you?"
Olivia nodded.
"Time to erase what's left of that naughty reporter who tried to defy the High Truth." He turned her face in his hand. "One more time before we go."
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Olivia returned to work in appropriate office clothing with an eye toward showing off her body. It had been a mistake to dress to too conservatively before. Her new skirt hugged her ass and heels helped to make it pop. A half cup bra pushed her breasts to nearly the limits of her blouse. As she walked through the office everyone turned their head to watch.
She had never been so confident in herself. No more self deception.
"I have the article for you, Jack."
He stared at her, mostly at her body, for a few seconds before answering. "Olivia . . ."
"What?"
"You said you were going to be gone for a week. Its been two months. Also you look like a . . ." He didn't finish the thought. "What happened?"
"It took longer to write the story than I thought it was going to." She handed over the paper Billy had helped her to write about the real truths behind the High Truth. "Here it is."
Jack shook his head. "The deadline is long passed. But," he glanced at her breasts again, "fine, let me see what you wrote." Her editor picked up the paper that Billy had written for her and scanned the first several lines. "This isn't exactly what you said you were writing."
"I said I'd do a story about them. That's the truth."
"Actually I recall you being pretty clear that they were a sex cult and you wanted to take them down. This is nearly hagiographic."
Olivia shrugged. "I don't know what hieroglyphic means but changed my mind. They're good people."
"Changed a lot of other things, too," muttered Jack. "Are you really sure this is what you want to print? It doesn't even read like your work."
"I had some help."
Jack nodded. "Right." He set down the article. "I'll get back to you by the end of the day."
Olivia walked back out of the office with another word, swinging her hips to give everyone a good view. Billy was waiting for her in the car. He put his hand down her skirt the moment she sat down and pulled her into a deep kiss. When he released her she pushed his fingers deeper into her with a breathy sigh. "Thank you."
"Of course. Did he like the article?"
"Mmhmmm."
"Did he like your new look?"
Olivia grinned. "Yeah."
"Once that article gets published you're going to quit your job," Billy told her. "It's a distraction and, besides, people will start to notice the change in you. Can't have them getting suspicious. I'm sure you would rather help at the compound anyway." He pulled her closer. "Besides, we both know you're too dumb to be a reporter anymore."
She kissed him.
