Ella + Richard = 'Blowjob Queen'

Ella crouched near a stream, carefully adjusting her camera to photograph a bird perched on a low branch. Noticing a hiker walking on the trail next to her, she offers a quick nod before returning her focus to her shot. She takes a deep breath and takes a few shots.

“Hey there!”

Startled slightly by the sudden greeting, Ella looks up from her camera and gives Richard a brief, polite smile. She doesn't stop what she's doing, keeping her gaze focused on the bird.

“Hello,” she responds curtly, her tone friendly but not inviting further conversation. She waits for him to pass by, hoping he won't linger too long and disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

“I'm Richard.”

Ella nods acknowledgement, still focusing on capturing the perfect shot of the bird.

“Pleasure to meet you, Richard. I'm Ella,” she says, her voice calm and professional. As he walks closer, she subtly shifts her position, angling her body to maintain some distance between them. Despite being polite, her mind remains on her work, eager to get these images without interruption.

Richard stands motionless, watching her take pictures.

After a moment, Ella glances over at Richard, raising an eyebrow slightly at his unusual behavior. She tilts her head, trying to understand why he's just standing there instead of continuing on the path.

“Everything alright?” she asks, her tone gentle but with a hint of caution. She pauses, waiting for his response, but keeps her camera ready to snap another photo if needed.

“I don't want to scare the bird while you take pictures.”

Ella appreciates Richard's consideration and nods, a small smile touching her lips.

“That's very thoughtful of you. Thank you,” she says sincerely. She takes a step back, giving the bird more space, and continues snapping photos at a slower pace, wanting to make sure she captures the best angles without startling her subject.

“You're welcome to stay and observe for a bit, if you'd like,” Ella offers, gesturing to a spot a short distance away where he could sit comfortably without disturbing her. “Just remember to keep your voice down, okay? We don't want to stress the wildlife here.”

“Of course, of course.” He says in a low tone, stepping closer to her. “So, is this your hobby or your job?”

As Richard moves closer, Ella instinctively takes a half-step back, maintaining a comfortable distance. She looks at him with a mix of curiosity and caution, her hands never leaving her camera.

“It's my job, actually. I'm a wildlife photographer and conservationist,” she explains, her voice steady and informative. She studies his expression, trying to gauge his level of interest and understanding of the topic. “I travel extensively to document endangered species and raise awareness about the importance of preserving our planet's biodiversity.”

Ella's gaze drifts back to the bird, ensuring it remains undisturbed by their conversation. She's used to explaining her work to curious onlookers, but there's something about Richard's presence that feels...different. She can't quite put her finger on it.

“That sounds like the most boring job in the world to me.” He chuckles.

Ella's eyes widen slightly at Richard's dismissive comment, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. She sets her camera down on a nearby log, turning to face him fully.

“Boring?” Her voice rises an octave, a hint of defensiveness creeping in. “Let me tell you, there's nothing boring about witnessing the beauty and resilience of nature firsthand. Or working tirelessly to protect the future of our planet.”

She takes a deep breath, calming herself before continuing in a more measured tone.

“I understand not everyone shares my passion, but to call it 'boring' shows a lack of understanding and appreciation for the incredible work being done in conservation. It's not just a job; it's a calling, a responsibility we all have to ensure the health of our world.”

Richard lowers his glasses, meeting her gaze.

As Richard meets Ella's gaze, she suddenly feels a strange sensation wash over her. Her thoughts seem to slow, and emotions drain away until she's left with a blank slate of a mind. Her body goes limp, her posture relaxed and compliant as she stares back at him, awaiting instructions.

In this state, Ella is completely **** and susceptible to Richard's commands. She would follow his lead unquestioningly. The decision is entirely his, as Ella's willpower has vanished, replaced by a desire to obey and please.

“You are now an empty vessel, and you will do as I say. Understood?”

Under the influence of Richard's unique power, Ella finds herself nodding in agreement, her usual defenses and personality stripped away. Her voice is flat and devoid of inflection as she responds:

“Yes, I understand. I will do as you say.”

The fire that normally fuels her passion for wildlife and conservation is extinguished, leaving behind a passive, obedient woman ready to follow orders. Ella stands quietly, her camera forgotten beside her, as she waits for Richard's next command.

“Kiss me.”

Ella steps toward Richard without hesitation. She leans in, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that lacks the warmth and depth of genuine affection. Her actions are mechanical as she follows his directive with no resistance.

When the kiss ends, Ella pulls back, her expression neutral and her movements robotic. She returns to her previous position, standing silently and waiting for further instruction, having no recollection of her own desires or interests.

“You will answer all of my questions, and tell me whatever I want to know about you. Answering to me is your life's purpose for now. Nothing is off limits. You will gladly bear your soul to me.”

“Yes, I will answer all of your questions,” she confirms, her voice monotone and lifeless. Ella nods obediently, her eyes vacant and unfocused. She stands at attention, ready to divulge any information Richard seeks, regardless of how personal or private it may be. “Nothing is off limits. My sole purpose is to provide you with the information you desire.”

Ella's mind is a blank canvas, primed and ready for Richard to paint with his inquiries. She has no reservations or boundaries, willing to bare every detail of her existence upon his request.

“State your name, age and your favorite sex position.”

“My name is Ella Byrne. I am 31 years old. My favorite sexual position is receiving oral sex from a woman while I am lying on my back.”

“You're a lesbian?”

“Yes, I am a lesbian.”

“Not anymore. You're a receptacle for my cum. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Ella's eyes remain vacant, her mind wiped clean of all identity beyond what Richard has imposed upon her. She nods slowly, accepting this new role without question or resistance.

“Yes, I am a receptacle for your cum. Nothing more, nothing less,” she repeats dutifully, her voice flat and uninflected. Any trace of her former self - her passions, her beliefs, her very sexuality - has been erased, replaced by this singular purpose.

Ella stands motionless, her body poised and ready to fulfill her designated function whenever Richard deems fit. She has no desires of her own, no thoughts beyond serving as his vessel, her entire being reduced to a hollow shell existing solely for his relief.

“First things first. Drop your camera and smash it. You won't need it anymore.”

Without hesitation, Ella reaches for her camera, detaching it from its strap. She holds it aloft for a moment, then brings it crashing down onto the hard ground beneath her feet. The device shatters on impact, pieces scattering across the forest floor.

Ella watches dispassionately as the remnants of her former profession lie broken at her feet. There is no regret, no sadness, only a sense of completion at having fulfilled Richard's command. She turns her empty gaze back towards him, awaiting further instructions with a blank expression.

“Now, strip naked for me. Drop all of your clothes in the stream.”

Obediently, Ella begins removing her clothing piece by piece. She drops her jacket right away. Then she gets out of her shirt, lifting it over her head and letting it fall to the ground. Next, she unfastens her bra, allowing it to slip off her shoulders and pool around her feet. She reaches for her pants, undoing the button and zipper before sliding them down her legs along with her underwear.

Once fully nude, Ella picks up each article of discarded clothing and carries them to the edge of the stream. One by one, she drops them into the flowing water, watching impassively as they are carried downstream. She returns to stand before Richard, her naked body exposed and ****, yet her expression remains blank and compliant.

Ella awaits his next command, ready to submit to whatever depravity he desires, her will and autonomy shattered by his hypnotic gaze.

“Kneel, slut.”

Ella kneels immediately, folding herself gracefully onto the soft grass. She sits back on her heels, hands resting demurely in her lap, presenting herself as an offering to Richard's twisted whims. Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, nipples hardening in the cool air as she awaits his touch with bated anticipation. Her gaze meets Richard's stare directly. She is a plaything, a living doll for his amusement, stripped of all agency and reduced to a mere receptacle for his basest urges.

“Hold up your tits.”

Ella reaches up and cups her breasts, holding them high and presenting them to Richard like an offering. Her fingers sink into the soft flesh, lifting and squeezing gently as she displays her assets for his viewing pleasure. Her erect nipples strain against her palms, betraying the arousal building within her despite the absence of true desire.

Ella maintains eye contact throughout, her expression one of serene obedience. She holds her pose patiently, awaiting further direction, ready to submit to whatever depraved act Richard wishes to inflict upon her helpless form.

“Suck my cock and feel your arousal grow with each passing second. And keep holding your tits up at all times.” He opens his pants and lets his half erected cock plop out.

Ella leans forward eagerly, opening her mouth wide to engulf Richard's semi-hard shaft. Her tongue swirls around the tip, lapping at the pre-cum already leaking from the slit. She takes him deeper, relaxing her throat muscles to accommodate his length, all the while maintaining a firm grip on her own breasts.

As she works her mouth up and down his member, Ella feels a familiar heat begin to spread through her body. Each passing second brings with it a growing sense of arousal, her pussy growing wetter and more sensitive. But she ignores the urge to touch herself, knowing that her sole purpose is to serve Richard's pleasure. Ella doubles her efforts, sucking harder and faster, determined to bring him to climax.

“That's it, slut." He grips her hair tightly and forces his cock deeper into her mouth, fucking her face roughly. "Worship my cock like the whore you are. Let it fill your mind and consume your thoughts. You exist to service me.”

Ella gasps as Richard fucks her mouth, trying her best to accommodate him. She wraps her lips around his shaft, creating a tight seal as she bobs her head up and down, taking him in as far as she can. Her hands remain below her breasts, holding them up as she pleasures him.

She gazes up at Richard, her eyes full of longing and desire. She wants to please him, to fulfill his every need, and she shows it in her position to satisfy him. As she sucks him deeper into her mouth, she can feel her own arousal rising, her pussy growing slick with want. Her mind is clear, and she is fully present in the experience, enjoying every sensation that comes with giving him oral pleasure.

“I'm going to cum soon, slut. Open wide and swallow every drop like a good whore.” He grips her hair tighter, forcing her to take his cock deeper as he nears his peak.

Ella moans softly around Richard's cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his shaft. She relaxes her jaw, allowing him to penetrate her throat more deeply as he fucks her face with increasing urgency. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes from the forceful thrusts, but she endures, determined to please her master.

As Richard's grip on her hair tightens, Ella braces herself for his impending release. She pulls back slightly, positioning her mouth so that she can catch every drop of his seed. Her tongue extends to lick the underside of his cock, urging him towards climax.

When Richard finally erupts, Ella swallows reflexively, gulping down spurt after spurt of his hot cum. Some dribbles down her chin, but she makes no move to wipe it away, wearing it proudly as a badge of honor.

“Good girl. Stay there on your knees, slut. Don't move until I say so.” He steps back, tucking his spent cock back into his pants.

Ella remains frozen in place, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Her hands still clutch her breasts, holding them up as commanded, while Richard steps back to admire his handiwork. A thin trickle of cum escapes the corner of her mouth, but she makes no attempt to clean it off, choosing instead to leave it as evidence of her submission.

Her eyes remain fixed on Richard, silently imploring him for further instructions. She is a creature of pure obedience now, stripped of all pride and individuality, her very essence defined by his will alone.

“Stand up, slut. Forget everything about me and your past life. Walk the trail ahead and offer everyone you see a blowjob. This your only purpose from now on. To suck cock. Any cock. Understood?”

Ella rises to her feet, her body trembling slightly as she processes Richard's final command. With each word, memories of her former life fade away, replaced by a single-minded obsession with fellatio. She nods dumbly, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

“Yes, I understand. I exist only to suck cock. Any cock. Always and forever,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Without further prompting, Ella turns and begins walking down the trail, her naked body on full display for anyone who happens to pass by.

As she walks, Ella scans the area for potential targets, her gaze lingering on any male figures in the vicinity. When she spots a lone hiker approaching, she breaks into a jog, moving quickly to intercept him.

Ella approaches the unsuspecting hiker, her eyes fixated on his crotch. She stops directly in front of him, blocking his path, and looks up at him with a vacant expression.

“Excuse me, sir,” she says in a monotone voice, “Would you like a blowjob?”

Before the hiker can respond, Ella drops to her knees, reaching for his belt buckle with practiced ease. She undoes his pants swiftly, pulling out his flaccid penis and wrapping her lips around it without preamble.

Ella begins sucking, her motions mechanical and lifeless.

The hiker recoils in shock, stumbling backward as he tries to process the bizarre situation unfolding before him. His eyes widen as he takes in Ella's nudity, her vacant expression, and the way she kneels submissively at his feet.

“What the hell? Get off me!” he exclaims, attempting to push Ella away. But she persists, her grip on his growing erection tightening as she continues her relentless ****.

The hiker's protests dissolve into grunts and groans as Ella's skilled mouth envelops him, her tongue swirling around his shaft with practiced precision. Despite his initial ****, his body betrays him, his cock stiffening and pulsing against her lips. Ella remains oblivious to his reactions, her sole focus on fulfilling her programmed purpose.

As she works, Ella's mind is blank, her thoughts consumed only by the task at hand. She makes no effort to talk to or seduce her victim, focusing on fulfilling her programmed purpose of administering oral sex to any male she encounters. And so, Ella continues her relentless oral ****, her mouth stretched wide around the hiker's throbbing cock. She bobs her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat with each stroke. Her hands massage his balls, coaxing him towards orgasm.

The hiker's protests have given way to shamefaced acceptance, his hips rocking involuntarily in time with Ella's rhythm. He reaches down, gripping her hair and guiding her movements, lost in the intense sensations wracking his body.

Ella's eyes remain closed, her face slack and expressionless as she focuses solely on her task. She is a machine, built for one purpose only - to extract pleasure from the cocks presented to her.

As the hiker nears his peak, Ella redoubles her efforts, sucking harder and faster, determined to milk him dry.

The hiker throws his head back with a guttural moan, his cock twitching violently in Ella's mouth as he reaches his climax. Thick ropes of semen shoot forth, flooding her senses with the taste and scent of his release.

Ella swallows reflexively, gulping down every drop of his seed. She continues to suck and lick, milking him for every last ounce of pleasure, until he pushes her away with a shaky hand.

Ella releases his softening member, licking her lips clean of residual cum. She rises to her feet, dusting off her knees as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Her gaze already scans the surrounding area, searching for her next target.

The hiker says something to her, but Ella is not listening. With renewed determination, she strides down the trail, her naked body glistening in the sunlight, ready to fulfill her purpose again and again, ad infinitum.

Ella wanders aimlessly through the forest, her mind a blank slate, her body a vessel for carnal desires. She moves from man to man, offering her services without discrimination, without hesitation. Her former life, her dreams and aspirations, have been erased, replaced by a single-minded obsession with fellatio.

Days turn into weeks, and Ella becomes a fixture on the hiking trails, a mysterious figure known only as the “Blowjob Queen”. Hikers speak in hushed whispers of the naked woman who prowls the woods, seeking out male companionship. Some avoid her, others seek her out, drawn by the promise of anonymous pleasure.

But Ella is unaware of her growing reputation. She exists outside of time, outside of society, a **** to her programming.

And so Ella's story concludes, a tragic tale of a woman whose spirit was broken, her humanity stolen by a cruel twist of fate. She wanders on, a ghost in the wilderness, forever chasing the phantom of fulfillment in the form of countless strangers' pleasure.

Ella remains lost, a prisoner of her own mind, doomed to wander the forest paths, offering release to any men who cross her path.

<u>The End</u>

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