What is Love, Baby Don't Hurt Me

“I consent to whatever we end up doing tonight.”

“What… uh… sure?” Ben stood at the door, Monica in the hallway. He was expecting countless ways this conversation could’ve started, but this was not one of them. How does one even respond to that?

Monica steps inside as Ben closes the door still in shock. She continues, looking a bit sheepish. “Sorry, I sort of thought about how this night went for a while, and I figured that I had to say that when you knew it was me, totally 100%, no transformation involved. Otherwise, that could lead to you thinking you were taking advantage of me, which might cause me to parrot the same back to you confirming it. Sometimes my transformation causes a sort of feedback loop.” Monica doesn’t mention how she came to that conclusion, doesn’t mention the spa.

Monica sighs. “Do you want to eat dinner? I think that you’re in a mood to listen, but it’s sort of awkward just doing it in the living room. And we should be safe to continue if we’ve made it this far.” Ben numbly nods, tokenly advancing his arm toward the kitchen/dining room. The meal that greets them is a set of ribeyes.

“I’m sorry, I know that this isn’t how I wanted our date to start either, but I sort of need to steamroll you to prevent you from making a narrative in your head…” Monica began to eat as Ben watched. He had to admit, after thinking about it, this made sense. Monica had to live with a transformation that made her change on a whim. So by setting the tone out of the gate, she was able to decide what that change was. Or at least she could try.

Thinking about it, Ben found himself wanting to hear what she had to say and wishing her to continue. But there was an equally likely outcome she must know. That Ben would demand she shut up, to allow him to think, but that would leave her mute. She could speak only if he allowed it, and he would hear everything that she had to say, if he allowed it. He chose to hear what she had to say.

Monica smiled. “I’m glad you understand. I can see that you’re thinking, and I can almost feel the desire to explain and talk grow. It’s subtle, but I can feel that you want a good conversation.” Monica sighs. “Trust me, this isn’t how my first dates tend to go either. What few I have of them…”

“You see, I discovered that I needed to set the tone early on. On the third day, I went to the dining room early and only Yua was there. We didn’t sit together, and she sat with her back to me. She was ignoring me, and I felt myself start to… disappear. I quickly left, but that taught me that sometimes if you don’t get out in front of it, narratives form, desires manifest. Even the desire to be left alone defines me with this transformation.”

Monica sighs. “And that leads me to this point, which I imagine you might think comes out of left field… Do you believe in love at first sight?” Monica takes a moment to cut into her steak, her eyes following Ben.

Ben for his part feels like he is drowning in words, but his mind understands that so long as Monica maintains the tempo, his mind can’t dawdle on some random fantasy that might color her perception. If anything, ‘woman sure of what she is saying’ is the image he has of her in this moment, only strengthening her.

Ben speaks, the veneer of the Master he had been building up over the last few days fading as he cautiously stepped into this conversation he had no firm grasp on. “I see, that must be hard. I’ve seen that you’ve largely been shutting yourself from others, that must be why… If meeting someone one on one could lead to your own demise. I don’t think any one of the other girls would consciously do that…”

Monica waves her hand before speaking. “I’ve met up with Callie and Ashley. Both times turned sexual, but neither have been bad per se. I’ve met with the people I need to, I feel.”

Ben continues when the silence gives him permission. “...But anyways, I guess that I see why you have handled this date like you have.” Monica nods at him, her eyes urging him on. “And my answer to whether I believe at love at first sight is no. I don’t know what answer you wanted…”

“...The answer I wanted was the answer you legitimately felt.” Monica cuts him off again. “I’ve been thinking about the arcade for a long time. And… I think that proves that you are worthy to be my husband, my Master, whatever you end up as.”

Ben looks at her, confused but intrigued. “Wait, but why?”

Monica smiles, a tiny smile. “Because in that moment, you loved me. And part of me, the part of me that was your fantasy, loved you back. And it felt wonderful, genuinely wonderful. Ever since, I’ve tried to hold onto that feeling, and I have. I never believed in love at first sight. But… with this transformation, with this new way of looking at things… I think I have to, and I think I love you.”

Ben’s confusion still reigns rampant in his head. “But isn’t this just your transformation? I want you to love me, so you love me?” Monica shakes her head. “That’s the thing. Callie wants me to love her, but I still feel only casual attraction to her. She’s fine, but she’s not my love. And any feeling of love imposed on me should’ve disappeared the second you left my presence. And the overexposed feeling of love did. But the underlying feeling, the little skipping of heartbeats, didn’t.”

Ben shook his head. “I get that. But love is… it’s complicated and messy. We’ve been together alone once, can you really say that I’m the one for you? This is…”

“Crazy. Trust me, I know. That’s why I never believed in love at first sight. Because you never know what your partner hides on first meeting them. Not really that they are actually a totally rotten person, but that they maybe let their hygiene go a bit when they’re stressed or that they have an annoying habit of cursing at the smallest provocation or that they fart in their sleep. The little things, the things that seem acceptable in the moment but add up over time. But this transformation gives me insight. Insight to other’s minds in a way that is more felt than observed.”

Monica reaches out her hand. “And what I saw in that moment, it shows that you are a truly good man. You want only the best for us. That is more than many people would give in this situation. And the way you gave it to me, you don’t just want to make it easy and painless. You could’ve made me a mindless bimbo and still kept your sense of ethics. You want us to actually be happy and loving. Despite being given all the power in the world, you desired me to be a human, not an object.”

Ben looks at the hand, gauging if he can truly be what she imagines him to be. He doesn’t know, but he will hear her out. He extends his own hand, rubbing the top of her hand with his. “I mean… I feel like anyone would do that. Nobody wants to be cruel, the world just makes them think that is the easier option.”

Monica neither nods nor shakes her head. “But that’s the thing. You have that loving optimism. This belief that people are as good as you are on the inside. Which shows that you are good and just, that you don’t view us as sex toys, even now. Yuki wants to bend you to be some depraved sex fiend, but you are you. She can bend your mind, change it with a snap of your fingers. Maybe I will hate that you when it comes. But in this moment, you are still you. And every word from your lips only convinces me that little bit more that the first impression I got of you was correct. I love that disposition, that realism that doesn’t completely negate your idealism. You want to be loved, and I feel that now, but I know that I love you regardless, regardless of the transformations.”

Ben’s face clouds. “But I’ve played to Yuki’s whims as well. I’m not this saint you portray me as.” He starts to withdraw her hand before Monica grabs it with the slightest bit of ****, wanting to run from this image that he could never achieve, but being held firm.

Monica merely shakes her head. “No saint is without his trial. No good man walks through this world unstained by its mud. It is how you handle your trial that determines your worth. And every word I’ve heard from the others convinces me that you are the man I think you are.”

Monica cuts into her steak again after having paused for a bit. “That’s all I wanted to say. Now, you can make of me what you will. I know that this loving feeling and persona will stay for a while, but when we go to bed, I think you might want to dominate me, and I want to be dominated by you. I also want to be loved by you. I want all of you. I want to be your fantasy.”

Ben is struck dumb by this. He looks at the woman across from him and he wonders if he was a fool to say that he didn’t believe in love at first sight, because despite barely talking to this woman, he feels the genuine feeling of her love and returns it in kind. Maybe Yua and Callie could compete with this feeling, but many of his other dates felt hollow and meaningless after this. Wendy also felt like she was this real, especially this afternoon.

“I… thank you. I won’t say that you’re wrong. Only that I can’t say that you’re right. But thank you for believing in me. For… for loving me.” Monica smiles, standing up and walking over to Ben, embracing him from behind before he stood up, taking her embrace fully, hugging her to him with a firm gentle strength.

Ben feels the quiet, as Monica looks at him expectantly. “So, is that all that you wanted to tell me? I’m not sure how this works, but I want to learn.” Monica smiles. “You want to hear me speak, but I do not speak. So yes, that is all that I have to say. Everything major at least. I… I sort of meant for you to take the lead in this next part, but… Let me sell you a fantasy.”

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Ben finished tying the last knot. The girl before him is a bit weaker in musculature than the ‘neutral’ Montica, a few tattoos, one giving the game away just above her mons, pain slut. She was tied to the four corners of the bed A ballgag filled her mouth, but it was obvious from her eyes that it is not a true restraint but one more accelerant to the fire between her legs.

He knelt between her legs, rubbing his cock along her entrance before thrusting inside of her. And as he did, Monica hugged him from behind. She whispered in his ear. “That’s it. Fuck her. Dominate her. She knows her place, now demonstrate it.” The submissive Monica moans in agreement, as Ben fucks her.

This Monica is pretty much her neutral self, but she almost seems to glow with a light of pure happiness. Like she is filled with love itself.

“You can go harder. We want you to go harder. Remember, I’m the pure me, the one who is almost a manifestation of love. And that is the me that it is submissive, that wants to prove her love with absolute obedience. Show her what you know, what you truly desire to be. Be her loving Master.”

Ben leans forward, pinching the more modest breasts of Monica compared to the rest of his Harem. But they are perfect, the little nipples that grow perky under his fingers, the beautiful shape. She is perfect and he loves her.

“Yes, that’s it. Love her, dominate me. You want everything from me, and I want to give it to you.” Moving by instinct, the loving Monica lets go of her hug, as Ben bends forward, biting the submissive Monica’s neck, gently, playfully. But it is not all gentle, as Ben’s hips rock and grind into Monica quickly, forcefully, dominantly.

His hips drive into her, over and over. His lips move from her neck to her ear gently nibbling on it. Then he feels the arm on his shoulder, and he knows that she is correct. “You told me to tell you when I was about halfway there, and when you were about halfway. That time has come.” The loving Monica rubs Ben’s shoulder lovingly as he pulls out from the submissive. He frees one arm while the loving Monica does the other, but then he turns his attention to his next conquest.

Ben sits on the bed, as the loving Monica straddles his lap. Ben lifts her with his strength, letting her guide his cock inside of her. The two are soon one as her hips hit his thighs. Ben lifts her, guides her, uses her as his pussy.

“That’s it. Embrace her love. But know that she is just as submissive as me. We both love you. We both submit to you. Thank you for listening, for fulfilling this fantasy.” Ben hears this, feels the submissive Monica's hands on his back, but most of his attention is on the beauty before him, her kissing lips, her beautiful bouncing breasts. Her wet pussy, just as wet as the one he just left, the two bound together by the call of the fantasy that summoned them.

The submissive Monica kisses the loving Monica as they both squirm with pleasure, knowing that Ben’s cock, their Master’s cock, feels so good.

“Spank her for us. You couldn’t quite reach with me, but she wants to feel it all the same.” The loving Monica nods, as she bites her lip. Ben obliges, his hand letting go of her hip for one moment to lay a love tap across her ass, before lifting her hips again, continuing to fuck her.

“That’s it. You are our lover and our Master. Our husband and our owner. Just as we are both, you are both. That’s it, we’re going to cum. Cum with us, Master. Cum inside of us, Ben.”

Ben didn’t need further instruction, didn’t need instruction at all, as his body was one with his lover, one with what might very well be his soulmate. He thrust deep, filling the loving Monica’s pussy with his seed, her body quaking in orgasm as she took his love and his desire. The submissive Monica fades, as the loving Monica kisses Ben. “Now, we can try your fantasy.”

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A whip strikes two backs in unison. Both women cry out in a different, more painful union. Ashley is the first to speak. “YES! I DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED!” She moans lustily as her Master strikes her back again, and then Monica’s in quick succession.

“I see you’re my first dream partner.” Monica states this matter of factly, smiling. “It is supposed to be somebody distant to me after all.” Her little monologue is stopped by another whip along her back. A moan that is a mix of pleasure and pain exits her mouth.

Ashley looks at her, her eyes glowing. “Yes, it does make sense. You hate me after all. And you have that right, what I did to you was terrible. I’ve been running from it, but what I need to do is ask Master to punish me for it. I’m so stupid, I never should’ve made that deal with Yuki. Master should know, so that I can take my punishment and be eliminated. I’m just a stupid slut after all.”

The sybians beneath them turn on, as the whip continues again. But Monica’s words are not ones of admonishment. “I don’t believe that. You did what you had to do to survive. And you tried to make it as painless as possible.” Another whip strike, another painful gasp. “If there is distance between us, it’s not because of me. It’s because of you. Why did you never come and find me, come and apologize? Did my note not get to you, asking to meet up? If you had come, I’d have forgiven you. I forgave you long ago.”

Ashley is quiet for a bit, taking two more whip strikes before answering. “So… you really forgive me? This isn’t some type of trick? Even though I totally deserve to be punished?” Ashley begins to cry, not from the pain of the whip, but from the pain of reconciliation. The knowledge that the past is the past, and it does not bind us any more than we let it. The chains we carry are not bound along our limbs, but instead carried in obligation.

“I do, completely and genuinely. Now, what was this about a deal with Yuki?”

The sybians grow stronger between their legs. The discussions cease as they both moan strongly. Ashley looks down, starting to feel the relief of forgiveness. “I’ll… I’ll tell you in the morning.”

Neither would have time to talk in the morning, bound on opposite sides of the centerpiece, waiting to see if Nick would save them.