New perversions

Sophie licked my hand in clear revulsion.

“How does it taste? Sweet or sour? Or both?”, I had to ask.

“Ngh… Both, I guess. Is it clean enough… sir?”

“Yeah, I think this side is. Now the other side.”

She wretched as I turned my hand over.

“Oh come on. I know you love the taste, don’t you, you pervert?”

For a second… Sophie was completely still.

Like something in her brain was being overwritten.

Then she began lapping the back of my hand with more interest. The disgust disappeared, and something in her eyes flashed. She attacked it with more vigour, and finally with a **** hunger.

Why was she-

Oh shit.

I had totally forgotten about that, hadn’t I?

I quickly checked her traits in the app.

PERVERSION / MY KINK IS YOUR KINK - L1

The user will be able to plant new perversions into the subject. The method for doing this is giving the subject an order. If the subject fulfills the order as commanded, the user has to use the trigger phase "You pervert" after this action. Now, whatever the order was, will be the subject's new main perversion. They are compelled to keep doing this action, as it gives them great sexual pleasure. However, there is only room for one main perversion, so when a new perversion is given, the previous one will be overwritten and forgotten.

Well, I guess Sophie’s perversions were now overwritten.

She wouldn’t be that into watching me facefuck Lana anymore - but from this point on, she’d go crazy over the taste of Ulla’s pussy.

Definitely not something I had planned…

But sounded kinda fun.

Let’s roll with it.

Sophie had quickly cleansed my whole hand of Ulla’s juices, and was already reaching for my sleeves for the final, drying spots.

But enough is enough. I pulled my hand away, making her look sad.

Her sudden sadness quickly turned into confusion.

She turned towards Ulla… her still glistening pussy… and the puddle she had left on the floor.

Ulla was putting her bra back on with trembling fingers as Sophie’s gaze caught her.

“W-What?” she had to ask.

Sophie turned away, hiding her wildly blushing face.

Haha.

I wish I could read her mind.

SOPHIE

What… What was this?

this… intoxicating flavor, taste, the, the…

…the texture…

Filling me with such… deep, sensual longing, like… like finding a long-forgotten treat… something you had desperately searched for without actually knowing what you were searching...

something you thought you had forgotten…

given up onnn….

That you… you couldn’t live without anymore…

…now that you knew it existed in the world.

…

My stomach was doing flips,

my face blushed,

my heart jittered…

And-

No, return to your senses, Sophie!

This was only…. Only… because my pussy was still going crazy from the… session he just put me through

GOD DAMMIT!

THAT ORGASM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!

…

I had to cum.

I would do literally anything he ordered me to do.

No matter how much I hated him… he held the keys to my pussy.

No order would be too kinky, too disgusting, too low.

Not anymore.

For fuck’s sake…

…I had already “auditioned” for him… to fuck me.

…with Lana… in that closet….

Why pretend I still had standards?

I was broken already…

…wasn’t I?

Had I always been broken?

WHY COULDN’T I GET THAT TASTE OUT OF MY MIND?

WHY?!?!

I mean, it was just- The taste, it was, it was-

YEAH I KNOW IT WAS PUSSYJUICE!

It didn’t mean, that all of a sudden, I was a lesb- or that would mean- that I would- about Ulla-

“Stand up. Let’s finish the spanks.”

W-What?

Oh, yeah, the…

the fucking tit-spanks.

Why the fuck did I suggest that?

Sigh.

I know why.

If I didn’t, he would have come up with something even more monstrous.

This was probably the best deal we could make.

I slowly stood back up.

Ulla was almost done with dressing herself.

I watched as that wet, slick pussy of hers disappeared inside that skir-

No. Stop it Sophie.

You’re just breaking down again.

You’re definitely not thinking straight.

Pun intended.

God. Don’t even joke about that.

I hate that bitch.

Maybe not as much as I hate Jack, but Ulla… God what a pretentious creature.

The way she submitted completely to Jack more than proves how all her idealism and feminism was nothing but a lie.

And she still had the gall to prance about like she’s better than us.

Hers is the last pussy I would lick clean.

Of all its liquids.

…

…I might taste that puddle on the floor, though.

Later.

Just a test.

Just for laughs.

b-but it would have nothing to do with Ulla.

“Ready?”, Jack asked.

I finally focused back to him.

He held his big, powerful arm in the air.

Ready to strike down on my… right tit.

How… How did I end up here?

That this was somehow a part of my work-day?

How many wrong decisions in my life-

God dammit.

Nothing I could do about it now.

I closed my eyes, and nodded.

“Ask nicely,” the smug bastard requested.

Relax, Sophie.

Just get through this.

Say what he wants to hear.

“Please. Sir. Please spank my… titty.” (SOPHIE +1SP) (+91SP)

It was weird. Each time I did something humiliating like this, even though I knew it was only a means of survival… it still felt like I lost a significant part of myself to him.

Like I was spiraling towards a bottom where I couldn't climb back up.

It had been happening for weeks.

It was probably how I ended up here.

Too late to cry about it now, Soph.

Suddenly, Ulla spoke up.

“Sir, if there’s nothing else-“

“Yeah, you can go. See you tomorrow. On the elevator ride up, perhaps.”

God.

Please don’t remind me of that scene this morning.

The way his cock had been lodged in Ulla's throat in the elevator.

It was weird...

Back then, I couldn't help but be a little turned on about seeing Jack facefuck somebody again... even if it wasn't Lana.

Right now, though, the thought only filled me with disgust.

Soon after that, I heard the door bang closed behind us.

Ulla had left us.

Her scent was weakening… and in a weird way…

it deflated me.

“Open your eyes,” the jackass said.

I did.

Immediately, white burning hot pain exploded on my chest.

SLAPP!!!!

I held the yell of pain inside me.

I wouldn’t give him the pleasure.

Even though it hurt.

A lot.

Luckily, there was something to distract me.

My burning hot pussy.

Oh God…

He could slap my pussy all he wanted, if he just let me cum.

WHY THE FUCK DID I EDGE MYSELF LIKE A GREEDY BITCH?!

Now, now…

Christ.

I was willing to go down on my knees again… and beg him to make me cum.

I mean, he had promised to fuck me!

I had passed the audition!

And, and, I could also beg him to facefuck Lana, while I watched, and-

No, wait…

…that…

…that didn’t feel like…

…like the highest priority anymore…

Why was it... starting to feel so…

…disgusting?...

But…

Maybe while I was down there…

I could… lick the floor a little bit?

Just to remember the taste?

Ngh…

Maybe it would be better to focus on this tit-pain instead?

This at least would leave me eventually.

But the one in my pussy… oh God.

“T-Thank you, sir,” I said through clenched teeth.

I didn’t have to do that. But I needed to be on his good side.

Maybe he’d reward me with an orgasm?

Eventually?

He seemed to like it.

But then he lifted his arm for the final strike.

I drew my breath, ready to receive his hand.

Then…

Something happened.

My phone rang.

I guess it ruined his concentration, because the blow wouldn’t come.

“Shut that off,” he grunted.

I quickly picked it up, out of my discarded clothes, ready to turn it off…

But then he just grabbed it from my hands.

He was staring at the caller ID.

And the picture of… Jocelyn.

Shit!

Why did the bitch have to call right now?!

I knew that look.

Everyone who saw Jocelyn had it.

Instant infatuation.

And she had abused that to her heart’s content.

“Who’s… ‘Jocelyn’?” he asked, with that sickening glint in his eyes.

“My… birthmother.”

He looked confused.

“Birthmother?”

God.

Really?

This is the moment he wanted to know more about my life?

Just before spanking my tits for the third time?

He had years to find out, if he just talked- if we just talked…

Sigh.

“I… I was adopted. She had me when she was too young, and gave me away. We reconnected years later… and have been keeping… contact ever since.”

If “contact” means her constantly begging money or crashing in my apartment between one of her benders.

I had regretted ever meeting her. Multiple, multiple times now.

Jack’s lecherous smile grew in size.

“You know, I think our relationship has reached that stage. The stage where you introduce me to your mother.”