Predetermined Abasements

4pm.

It hung in Ben's mind for quite some time. It felt momentous, like he was going to be making a life-altering decision. But he knew that if that was what it was, at least it felt natural. Or well...

He knew Callie wasn't like that when she joined the show. He knew that Wendy hadn't dumped him because he was not a good Master. And yet, after barely meeting her in the company, now Callie felt like his. She came to him, felt genuine, the only artificiality in the backdrop. Like performing in a play, knowing that it is fake, but the performance genuine. An actress whose very world is the play. And now that she was without the chastity belt, he knew she would give herself to him, and that she wanted it with all of her being.

And that was the key, right? They wanted it now. And it would help them, right? To deny them sex would be to hurt them through his absence. So going to her, giving her everything she desired, was just the right thing to do. So carrying the futon from his closet, it felt at once like he was taking a blanket for a picnic date but also as if he was carrying his own body bag. Containing the man he used to be.

But he knows that altruism is not the full story. His cock is hard. He knows that she wants this… But he wants it too. The idea of Callie as a **** girl excites him. As his **** girl. He wants to push farther. If Callie's vision was what she wanted, then that's what he wanted. He wanted to claim her. Or at least begin to claim her. I can’t change in the drop of a hat after all, he wryly mused.

As he lay the futon down on the floor of the historical artifact collection, he sighed. He tried to give up this feeling of tension. To let it... his misgivings, his desire to fight this world, this cruel unjust game, die. In the end, resistance would turn innocents into beasts, like Yuki's cruel suggestion for Maricela. No. He was no saint for doing this. But doing this, he was no monster either.

So as the door opened again, he looked up toward his paramour. Only to be shocked. There in the doorway is Ashley. She is dressed normally, in a cute but not obviously sexy outfit, spaghetti strap top and leggings. Her tall heels and sensual walk are at odds with Ben's effort to tamp down his feelings. Ben’s desire to maintain some modicum of decorum, the business relationship that the two of them have had for so long. His supervisor, the only one since college, his first real job… But she answers his unspoken questions, and gives him permission. Permission to feel as he does, as his eyes rake over her exquisite body.

"I know you're horny, Ben. I feel it too, remember? Something stupid, about supply and demand?" She comes down, sitting on the futon beside him. "It's ok." "But, I was supposed to meet someone else." "That's ok too, but... well about that..."

She is interrupted as Callie enters the room in a black dress, the same one from that night. The night that she had been denied. But she would be denied no longer. As Callie enters, she is surprised to see that Ben is not alone. Again Ashley spoke first: "Hello, I was just about to ask Ben. I know this might be a bit fast, but... can I join you? It’s not hard to guess why the two of you are here. Ben is excited and that’s making me excited too. So... well if you are going to make up for lost time, I thought that... well, maybe I could as well."

At first, Callie gives Ashley a confused look. But then she smiles. "I don't see why not. Although... I want him first." She adds possessively, teasingly. And with that, Ashley relaxes a bit more. This really was turning out to plan. Ashley thought.

She was here because Yuki had told her about it last night. Somehow had told her about it before Ben even planned to meet with Callie. Unlike Ben, Ashley made peace with it. She had decided to play the role expected of her. Now, the role had changed, but her motive was the same. I need to give the audience what they want…I don’t want to become some twisted caricature, I need to take this opportunity. To be… what Ben wants, to gain his love. Her acting is more willful, but it is acting all the same, **** on her all the same. Even as she enjoys it.

As if to emphasize the disconnect between the two women and their different mental states, the way they began was telling. Callie immediately dived in, her lips finding Ben’s. The kiss was deep. Needy. As if her very purpose lay in the dance of their tongues. Her hands explored him, opening the buttons of Ben’s shirt as his own found Callie’s generous ass.

By comparison, Ashley sat on the futon, only watching the show but watching intently. She eased the straps off her shoulders and pulled her top down to expose her large, beautiful breasts, then her hand dove into her pants. It was slow, but focused. Preparation herself for what was to come. Even though she was not as bound, not as **** for Ben’s love as Callie was, she was still here, still witnessing this erotic spectacle. So as her fingers found her pussy, she was already wet, her arousal natural, at least in part. Her body would feel it regardless, but her mind was just as into this beautiful show in front of her. In the end, it doesn’t matter, her body feels what her body feels, the arousal consumes her focus, the difference is lost in the tempest of the moment.

Callie’s hand rubbed along Ben’s chest, the hair with just the slightest curl holding her fingers just a second longer. Meanwhile, Ben removed the straps of her dress, his hands finding her sensitive breasts. Soon, it is too much to continue with foreplay. Callie breaks the string of kisses, her need for love subsumed by an even greater need. She places her hands on the sides of the dress, pushing it down to reveal that, unlike before, there was nothing beneath. No lingerie. Not even underwear. She knew what she wanted and she wouldn’t - couldn’t - slow down. And Ben met her enthusiasm, fumbling with his belt before finding the button, pulling down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion until the two of them are naked. And then, their bodies collide as the steamy session begins again.

It feels like they will fuck immediately, but after a few seconds, Callie breaks the kiss. “I want you to take more control. Take me. Give me what I need, Master.” She turns around, rubbing her ass on him. His hard cock straining for the warmth that lies just below. Ben, for his part, only moans as he feels her body grind against him. She leans back to kiss him over her shoulder.

“Please. I want my turn too.” Ashley lays down on the futon, her leggings now abandoned as she too lies naked before him. Her beautiful body, sculpted for his pleasure, her bimbofied tits painted pink with her arousal. All while the beautiful pale beauty in front of him rubs her body against his cock, a beauty Ashley’s equal, though her mind is what has been sculpted to his desire. Now, to take both…

Ben guides Callie down to the sheets, her elbows hitting the soft material. Ben takes his cock in his hand, moving down to line himself up with her pussy. “Take me Master, make me yours.” Ben’s cock bobs with arousal as he slaps it against her wet entrance, against her sensitive clit, almost a rebuke. And then, with one hand on her hip and the other on his cock, he guides himself inside of her. All three moan in unison, Ben and Callie reveling in the sensation, Ashley feeling the spike in arousal from Ben.

Ben begins to thrust, his natural movements quickly coming to full speed, as the two **** people grind their bodies against one another. But still Callie begs “Harder.” So Ben, the Master to be, grabs her hands, pulling the **** against his hips with more and more ****, her body shaking lewdly beneath him, as she cries in ecstasy.

“Ash, you can… I can help you, if you want…” Callie’s offer, given through **** pleading moans, breaks Ashley from her stupor. She wasn’t a lesbian… well, that was what she had always thought. But it was like going to a buffet, famished, only to learn that no food quite takes your fancy. In the end, hunger will overwhelm you. She wants Ben, but he is busy. Her body’s arousal demands another alternative. So she accepts.

Still, as Ashley moved to take advantage of it, a thought crossed her mind. Monica. That face, the face that had looked up at her. Not Monica, but herself. That captive, submissive look, so close yet so different to Callie’s own expression in the moment. That willing, enthusiastic tongue on her folds, on her clit. No, enthusiasm is genuine, but that was taken. No, no, she couldn’t… She couldn’t have Callie lick her. Ashley didn’t feel she deserved it to receive the pleasure, Callie to lick her where Monica had… Her body was tainted… But still…

The girl came to a sort of compromise. Ashley stopped masturbating, sitting up before moving on her knees toward Callie. Callie looks at her confused, as the woman kneels on the bed in front of her. As if in answer, Ashley grabbed Callie’s head, before placing it in the valley of her breasts. “You love my breasts, don’t you? I’m quite proud of them.” That change that had enlarged her breasts had also made her love them. And now, as Callie latches onto a nipple, licking, she knows that Callie loves them too. As her hands return to working her clit, Ashley enjoys this show, letting her traumatic vision fall from her mind.

Meanwhile, Ben is enjoying the show. “Fuck, you’re both so beautiful. I don’t deserve this…” As Ben thrusts deep, he watches the two beautiful women, Ashley cradling Callie’s head in her hands. Only for Callie to stop her sucking for a moment to whimper out, “You do, Master. We’re yours,” before returning to Ashley’s breast. She emphasized the word, and made clear its intent. Ben’s eyes fall on Ashley’s and he senses a resolve as she nods, agreeing with Callie’s statement. She speaks, “Please, take her. You know what she wants. Give it to her. Spank her.” Ashley says this, as her hand holds Callie up, the other at her pussy. Ben looks at her, conflicted, before deciding that he should. He should try to be her Master, give her everything she wants.

So his hands leave her arms, which fall to the futon beneath her. One of his hands reaches up, grabbing Callie’s hair, pulling her toward both of her lovers. The push of Ashley’s grip and the pull of Ben’s are a medley of sensations to Callie, And then he brings his other hand down on Callie’s ass. Another spank lands, and another. Their hips show no sign of slowing, only growing faster as another spank lands on the same cheek. Ben feels the supple flesh of her ass under his palm. He switches hands, grabbing her hair with his other hand, only to lay another spank on the other cheek unstained by his control.

“You like that? You like when I mix a bit of pain?” He does not intend an answer, the desire clear as day. Callie’s response is given as another spank lands, as she lets go of Ashley’s breast to moan her agreement. As spank after spank lands, as their bodies take and take pleasure from one another, she cries out in joy. “Yes, just like that. Take me. Take your slut, make me your ****. Master!” Ben does not pause, his hips moving in an animalistic frenzy, his hand moving with a will beyond his, both animal and an authority beyond man.

She is giving herself to him, to the him beyond him, the Master who can give her what she wants, what she needs. A vision Ben aspires to fill, to become who she needs. A man in control enough to be worthy of her love, her adulation, her worship. Who can keep her safe, be everything that she could possibly desire. A responsibility, a duty.

“That ass… the red comes out so beautifully against your pale skin… Your body… it’s so hot, so sexy.” These words come in a string of moans, as Ben grows closer and closer, his words flowing naturally now. As they all grow closer and closer, as the medley of their bodies reaches a fever pitch, drawing to climax.

“I’m going to cum Master!” Callie screams, as her mouth leaves Ashley’s breast. All three scream at once in primal release. Ben’s seed fills Callie, he does not even think of pulling out. Instead, he pulls her closer to him with her hair. Not that Callie would want him to, her body basking in the heat of his cum, in the glow of his conquest. Her own orgasm is her just reward, her prize for giving herself to him. And Ashley cums, driven over the edge by her change, by Ben’s change, by her own hands, by Callie’s lips.

Ashley collapses to a sitting position, while Callie stays on her hands and knees, and Ben leans back, pulling himself from her. Only for disaster to strike. Callie, basking in the warm feeling, in this high beyond anything she’s ever done, leans forward. As Ashley opens her eyes, Callie lays a kiss on her lips, a loving gesture to a partner. A mistake made in the heat of the moment.

Callie didn’t know about the change that had been done to her, she had been under Yuki’s daze when it had been explained. Ben’s eyes are closed, enjoying his afterglow. And Ashley… In the brief moment as the heat of Callie’s lips meet hers, she realizes what is about to happen. She is unable to stop it as her mind becomes something else. Though part of her feels glad. Glad to be punished as she should be. Monica…

Ashley moans, her body, still riding the high of the orgasm from a few moments ago, as her body visibly flushes anew. Ben opens his eyes just as the kiss breaks. Callie collapses, her body exhausted. So there is nothing between him and Ashley, as he sees a dark streak form down her bottom lip, matching Callie’s goth makeup. Ashley meets his eyes. The resolve he had seen earlier was gone, replaced by a look he was all too familiar with.

“Master, please fuck me, please fuck your ****.” Ben is shocked at this, but she does not wait passively for an answer. She walks forward on her knees to kiss Ben. Compared to Callie, Ashley is the better kisser. Just as quickly as it began, the kiss ends. Kissing isn’t what she wants right now. Ashley swings her hips backwards, her mouth finding Ben’s flaccid cock. Ben expects to feel pain, oversensitivity, but as Ashley takes his cock into her mouth, he instead finds himself growing hard again.

It’s the show. By the same reasoning that I can’t drink myself into a stupor, it allows me to keep going. To keep the show going, to perform for their amusement. Just one more actor, same as the girls.

Ashley’s technique is amazing, taking him into her throat over and over. _Would she have been this enthusiastic without the submissive change, as capable? _She stops when she feels he is ready, his hard cock popping from her mouth. Her Master, ready to take her as his. Then, just as quickly as she had dropped to the futon to suck Ben into hardness, she flips, her wet pussy ready for him. “Please, Master, I need your cock. Show this submissive little slut her place.” Her hands wrap around her ass, her fingers holding her pussy open, shuddering with need.

Ben pauses. She wanted to have sex with him before the kiss. But like this, with her this submissive? Fuck, this show could inspire a whole new field of ethics. Still his cock is hard, his will hanging on by a thread. So he leans forward, just like he had been over Callie a few hours ago. He lifts her ass into his hands, and she guides her legs up over his shoulders. Just like the vision from the puzzle. Ashley, deep inside, sees the tragic irony.

Yuki saw how I would be taken, gave it to me in a vision, and then placed every piece so I would fall into it. Just as a way to prove it. To prove how I can never get one over on her. That I should just accept my role as her pawn. To accept that she knows what is better for me.

Ben stands by no longer, his cock thrusting into the wet pussy before him. “Your cock is so big. Take me, I’m yours,” The weak submissive girl yells for her Master. As Ashley’s head lolls, as she shakes under Ben’s strong thrusts, she sees something. In the reflection of the case displaying one of the armors, she sees Yuki standing there, smiling down at her. An illusion meant to humiliate me? Or is she here, witnessing it? If she has all of that power, what is invisibility or changing who can see her? And then, just as quickly, she is gone, a slight frosting to the glass just slightly visible.

“Having fun?” Callie stands over the two, having recovered from her incredible orgasm. Ashley answers immediately, unable to consider if it was rhetorical. “This slut needs this. My submission is Master’s.” Callie, confused, looks at Ben, who is far too busy. “Later.” was his one word command. To which Callie responds, “Yes sir.” There would be time to explain it later. Maybe Callie would feel guilty. But in the end, Ashley wanted to be here. This was always a possibility.

Callie looks at the two for a little bit, watching, before her eyes glow with an idea. “I think she should return the favor. I want her to lick me.” She asks Master. Ashley looks up at Master, her submission only to him. Only for him to seal her fate. “Do it. I mean, she helped you get off earlier.” Callie looks so excited as she gets on her knees, as Ashley meekly answers with a “Yes sir.” She straddles the face of the submissive bimbo, Callie’s pussy hovering over Ashley’s mouth before she sits down.

Just like Monica. Just like what Monica had become. Like Callie when Monica had dominated her. As Ashley’s tongue begins to work, following her Master’s order, the sheer humiliation deep inside of Ashley threatens to break her spirit. This is my punishment.

“Oooh, you’re pretty good.” Callie says appreciatively, as the woman bound to this humiliation performs with absolute focus and skill. “I hope you enjoy it, my little gift.” Ashley tastes Ben’s cum, as she eats the creampie of the woman who took him first. It is just one more layer of humiliation, countless layers deep. Before now, she’d never pleasured another woman. Now, her first taste of one mixes with the taste of her lover’s cum.

All while Master’s strong hands hold her butt, squeezing it, enjoying its feeling as his hard cock plumbs her velvet depths. As her large bimbo tits shake between the two lovers. Master leans forward to kiss Callie, the only person here immune to her lips’ curse.

Callie, for her part, takes to the role of mistress well. She leans forward, playing with the breasts of the girl in front of her with one hand as she rubs her own sensitive large breasts with the other. She grinds her hips down into the ****, enjoying the feeling as she watches Master take her. “Good girl. I think you’re going to make me cum quickly. I really think that you’re a pro at this.”

“Fuck, she’s tight.” Ben feels her pussy grip him, over and over. How far did the submission go? Was she more turned on, because of the humiliation? Was her pussy always working on him because it was her purpose? It was addicting, this feeling of fucking her as he kisses another woman. Ashley’s supple body before him, her face buried between another woman’s thighs.

It was… perfect. As his fingers dig into her ass cheeks, he feels his balls churn. He knows that he is going to cum soon. But then, Callie climbs off of Ashley, her fingers still working her clit.

“I think Master deserves another lesson on how to treat his slaves. Ashley, you should beg for your orgasm. Prove yourself to Master.” Callie says, her pussy hovering over the **** girl’s mouth, ready to dive again at a moment’s notice.

“Please, sir, can this **** cum? She desperately wants to feel your warm seed fill her slutty pussy as she cums.” Her legs grow taut around her Master’s shoulders as the woman is compelled to beg for her humiliation. Ben, the man who would be Master, looks at Callie unsure, before he looks down at Ashley, his eyes conflicted, yet glowing with power. “Cum for me.” His words open the floodgates, as everyone orgasms. Ashley’s as she follows her Master’s command. And Ben’s, as he feels her pussy squeeze him, as the power that he has now gained pushes him over the edge. And then Ashley again, as her body rocked with a second wave, as her mind felt Ben’s words. Cum, a command. Ben’s Voice of Authority triggering a second orgasm in the girl. Not the first time it triggers, as the girl meekly responds with her programmed response. “Yes sir.” All are consumed by the moment, no realization dawns. Even Callie came a moment later with her fingers, before putting her pussy back down on her ****’s face, letting her tongue lick her cum from her and the last bits of Master’s cum.

Ben looks at the two of them, panting and gasping with pleasure. As Callie left Ashley’s face, she looked up at him. Her submissive eyes have not abated, the marking on her lip remained. “Would you like to fuck me again?”

24 hours. She would be submissive for 24 hours. But Callie, Callie would be forever his. Forever.