Completely Fucked

It's amazing what one good powernap can do to your energy levels.

I felt like I could fuck a mountain to submission now.

But Gretchen would have to do.

Her newly bimbofied body was completely at my mercy.

There was no foreplay.

I snatched her up like she was nothing but an object. I penetrated my full length inside her so smoothly, it was like fitting your hand into a well-worn, warm glove. Only this bitch was still insanely tight. I guess I should be thankful that she put all of her focus into her career, and not into relationships.

This tight pussy was mine to destroy.

I fucked her hard like a piston-action pump, slapped her pillow-like tits, slapped her face, sank my teeth into her gargantuan funbags, spanked her ass, choked her while I ravaged her cunt, pushed her body up against my wall, squishing her huge tits roughly against the faded wallpaper as I mounted her ass with serious velocity, bent her in half on the floor, as I fucked her cunt so that she had a complete view of my dick rapidly entering and exiting her cunt, eventually giving her such a fat creampie that most most of wouldn't stay in, but dribbled down onto her lust-crazed face, along with some of her salty pussyjuice.

Thankfully, I had already ordered her to start eating birth control pills. Now I could cum into any of her holes without any regrets.

The whole thing was a literal fuckfest. I still had some overdue tension from the troubles earlier today, and she was just there to take the full **** of it. And at this point in our relationship... She probably considered herself lucky over it.

It was always fun to fuck Gretch. Seeing the face that delivered me countless embarrassing dressdowns and reprimands, contorting in such unbridled, **** pleasure... seeing such a tough woman being turned into a helpless creature who only yearned for my dick... it was always very satisfying.

It was starting to feel less like a hatefuck, though. She was just so damn pliant lately. I was afraid that would make our "lovemaking sessions" less fun... But it didn't. And I didn't quite know why.

Maybe it was her body? After all, if I kept slowly upgrading her, fucking her would always feel new. I mean these tits were damn pornographic already. And holy shit, the new and improved lips really made her dicksucking smoother. I made sure to enjoy every bit of her new, improved, smoother suck-action after I got tired of fucking her brains out.

I exploded three full loads down her throat and one on her face until I was finally done with this session.

My main reason for fucking her was over with anyways.

She had been extremely loud.

In the beginning, she was trying to hold her voice down, but that attempt was always doomed to fail. After about a minute... I'm pretty sure she even forgot that Michelle was nearby.

She let every little bit of herself go, and you could definitely hear it. The moans and screams were loud, sexual, and almost inhuman. And it wasn't just that.

She spoke almost constantly.

"FUCK ME!" "YES MASTER!" "MAKE ME INTO YOUR BITCH!" "FUCK YOUR ****, MASTER!" "OH GOD BREAK ME!" "PLEASE FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME" "THAANK YOU MAASTTEERRRR!"

At one point, I was almost afraid she broke a vocal chord screeching so loud. But few seconds later, she was back to begging for my dick to penetrate her and break her in half. Like she never had any shame to begin with.

After the final blowjob, I grabbed her hair, and dragged her pulverized body up by her pixie cut, right up to my eye-level.

"Did you want to cum too?"

She nodded her head so fast... It was almost neurotic.

"Too bad. I don't think you deserve it. Maybe next time Michelle suggests firing me... You won't laugh it up with her, cackling like a witch."

She was truly shocked.

"N-no, master! I'm sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean- I was a bitch! An evil bitch! Please! I'm trying to do better! Please! Master! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I used to be such a bitch! I was a bitch and a witch! A fucking bitch! Please! I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

Wow.

I had never quite heard those types of words from her before.

Not voluntarily.

Was she actually starting to regret how she used to be?

Had I truly broken her?

Watching my cum slowly dribble down her face, down her full lips... seeing her pleasure-addicted eyes pleading for an orgasmic relief...

...Wasn't this the type of behavior I should, in fact, reward?

"Yeah... You really were an uptight bitch of a cunt, weren't you?"

There was a flash of indignation in her eyes.

But only a flash.

"...Yes! Yes! Please! I- I was a c-cunt. An awful cunt. I'm- I'm sorry! ...I really, really am... master...."

I think she actually meant those words.

I couldn't help but smile.

Her need to cum was so overwhelming now, that she was tearing up.

Or was that just some of my cum around her eyes? I wasn't sure.

...Fine then. But not without some conditions.

"If I let you cum... Will you promise to be loud?"

"YES! I'll- I'll scream so loud that... that... Your ex-wife w-will... hear it in her sleep forever!"

...

...So... She was fully aware of what I was doing?

Well, she obviously wasn't stupid, of course she knew that, but...

"Gretch... How do you feel about the fact that I'm using you, somebody who just today became the owner a huge fashion-magazine, like a convenient fuck-tool to make my ex-wife jealous?"

I just had to ask.

"ngh... I'm just... I'm just happy that... you're using me..." she spoke shyly... as she flashed her cum-covered smile at me.

But...

It seemed like there was something else she wanted to say.

"What is it? Keep going."

She sighed a bit, probably not sure how to continue... But eventually she found the words.

"...I know... t-that any of this shouldn't be p-possible... that you s-seem to be able to order women around you like... like you own them... but... I think I... I know why... now..."

A sudden chill run down my spine.

"Why?"

She looked up at me with such...

Devoted reverence.

"It's you. Y-you can d-do anything you want... Master... Because... You are... very special... N-not like... Other humans... No... I think I- I think I believe now... You are more... So much More... Almost... D-Divine..."

Oh right. The worship-slider.

Actually, it seemed to be quite useful. It helped Gretchen make sense of the insanity around her.

But... Would it be a problem when I eventually set it back down to its normal position?

Or to its opposite position? I had no idea what that would do.

Nah. She was still a +100. No matter how her thinking kept changing, she would never become a threat to me.

"And..." she suddenly continued, "I'm... I'm sure that... Your ex-wife... Will also... see the light soon as well..."

Now she was even hoping for my harem of followers to grow?

Then again, she had the cuck-trait, but still...

It was quite the transformation.

BE-BEEP!

A notification sound came from my phone. I had received another text message.

I noticed I had several when I woke up, but I had neglected to check them.

What could it be ab-

Shit.

I completely fucking forgot about the situation with Reagan.

I quickly pushed Gretchen aside and stretched for my phone.

...

Wait, how long had it been now...

7 hours.

7 hours since I started the challenge.

And according to this message...

Shit. They were cutting it too close.

I had to get there as soon as possible.

I grabbed Gretchen's throat and thrusted her body against my bedroom wall.

I knew she loved that.

"Listen. I have to leave for a moment. But during that time... I have a mission for you, ****. Understand?"

She nodded. Really fast.

"Good. But first..."

I suddenly twisted her left nipple. Hard.

She screeched in pain.

"...Cum already, you uptight cunt."

REAGAN

"25!"

WHOP-EESH!

Ow! I hate that fucking whip!

"Rgh!"

The redhead pulled it back again.

"26!"

WHOP-EESH!

OW! My tits!

My shirt was almost teared to pieces already!

"MNRHGH!", I desperately grunted again.

"27!"

WHOP-EESH!

Ow ow ow ow!

Not my clit again!

The bitch! The bitch!

"MNNNRGH!"

Just hang on, Reagan... Just one more...

"And... 28!"

WHOP-EESH!

As usual by now...

The last whipping was the hardest.

Right on my clit again.

"NRGHGHGHHH!"

Was this woman actually a sadist?

She knew so well how to switch up it between whipping my tits and whipping my pussy to make the lick of that bdsm whip sting the hardest.

I fought back my ever-growing urge to kill her.

Remember. She is just being controlled. She doesn't deserve to die.

But this day...

This day was making mince meat out of my brains.

Cumming 28 times by these fucking drills inside me...

If I got somehow got out of these shackles now... I might take down anybody in my vicinity.

With **** prejudice.

She grabbed my chin again.

I hated this part the most.

"You... lost. For the 28th time."

That smug look on her face...

I couldn't handle it. I wanted to bite off her stupid nose.

I tried to headbutt her. Kick her. Spit at her through my gag.

It was pointless. But it felt better than doing nothing at all.

And...

Just like clockwork...

That haunting buzzing sound began again.

At this point, my both holes, and my body, were so worn out, that I heard the sound of the mechanisms before I felt anything.

It was so numb down there.

But still... it didn't take too long.

There it was. Again.

The sudden, relentless surge of pleasure.

Forcing me to feel feelings inside my body that I didn't even think were possible.

I practically never masturbated. I just always thought it was a waste of time.

And I only ever once tried a dildo. Just wasn't for me.

But these things...

They were insane.

They knew what they wanted, and went for it. With full ****.

Absolutely destroying my insides.

They lived to make sure there wasn't an erogenous zone inside my body that wasn't manipulated.

I was never a sexual person... But today... That's all I could be.

And in the hands of two lunatics who kept changing their speeds to best combat my mental state...

It was indescribable.

The worst and most joyous experience of my life.

Making me writhe in endless pleasure and torment.

And that motherfucker made sure they were snuggly shoved in there.

Oh how I wanted them gone.

How I wanted all of this to be over already.

I couldn't think.

Only feel.

All feelings. Endlessly.

But I... wouldn't... surrender.

That's the only thing I had left in me.

Fight.

How easy it would have been just to take a dip into this torrent of fun.

Think only pleasurable thoughts.

Cum those 30 times so that all of this was over.

But then I would be obeying his "order".

And giving him the pleasure of victory.

I would rather die than do that.

And I think I almost did.

After the 15th orgasm... I blacked out.

Oh that sweet unconsciousness.

But it was too good to be true.

Soon that ginger bitch dumped a bucket of cold water over my head.

And off to the races we were again.

To this Hell of double penetration and endlessly wetting the floor.

How could I possibly have that much fluid inside my body?

But...

Something happened.

The water... that the bitch dumped over me...

It had loosened the gag a bit.

It was barely noticeable...

But it wasn't on as tight as it had been before.

I tried to push it further with my tongue...

But it still wouldn't budge.

But I had a gameplan now.

I pretended to lose consciousness again.

After the 20th and 25th orgasms.

And both times, I got another dump of water over my head.

The second one did nothing... But the third one definitely did.

The gag was even looser now.

I could manipulate it little by little with my tongue...

And in fact...

I was just about to...

...

"PTOOIE!"

I slid the gag onto my lower lip.

I could see the redheads look a bit stunned by the sudden development.

Like they didn't know what to do.

Guess the motherfucker forgot to give them an order for this particular possibility.

It was now or never.

I could hear the words as they left my lips...

I sounded so broken and exhausted, like somebody who was lost in the desert for weeks...

But somehow...

I was still able to talk.

"Listen... Both... of you... You are.... Being... Controlled... By... Jack's... phone..."