Reunion

One of my friends noticed me staring and grinned. “You like her? Luna’s supposed to be one of the best here. We can order her for you if you want, mate. Special treat for the groom!”

I felt sick. My hands were shaking. I **** a weak smile and muttered something about needing the bathroom. I stumbled out of the booth and into the hallway, my mind reeling.

How long had she been here? What had they done to her? The girl I was going to marry - the one I searched for years - was now working as a whore in this place. Tattooed. Broken. Selling herself night after night.

I couldn’t leave. Not without seeing her.

I found a staff member and paid extra to have “Luna” sent to a private room. My heart hammered as I waited inside. When the door finally opened and she walked in, the reality hit me like a punch to the chest.

It was Sylvie, but not the woman I remembered. Her body was reshaped - larger breasts, fuller lips, tattoos visible on her wrist and peeking from under her tiny lingerie. She had the distant, submissive look of someone who had been completely broken and reprogrammed.

She smiled at me automatically. “Hello, sir. I’m Luna. How would you like to use me tonight?”

I stepped closer, my voice cracking. “Sylvie… it’s me. Alex. Your fiancé. Don’t you remember me? We were going to get married. You disappeared. I searched for you for years.”

She tilted her head slightly, the practiced smile never fading. “I’m sorry, sir. My name is Luna. I don’t remember any other life. I only know how to serve.”

Before I could say anything else, Luna stepped forward and pressed herself against me. Her hands moved quickly, unbuckling my belt and pulling my cock out. She dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth without hesitation, sucking me with trained, eager skill. Her tongue swirled around the head as she moaned softly, looking up at me with those empty, submissive eyes.

I tried to pull away. “Sylvie, stop… please…”

But she didn’t stop. She gripped my thighs and took me deeper into her throat, working me with professional precision. Her head bobbed faster, drool running down her chin as she worshipped my cock like it was the only thing that mattered. She sucked with wet, sloppy sounds, her puffy lips stretching around my shaft as she took me all the way to the base, holding me there while her throat massaged me. She pulled back slowly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, then dove back down even harder, gagging herself willingly on me.

I stood there frozen, tears burning in my eyes, as the woman who used to be my fiancée sucked me like a well-trained whore. The shock, the grief, and the twisted arousal mixed together until I grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. She moaned eagerly around my cock, taking everything I gave her, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with mine.

She pulled back for a moment, strings of saliva connecting her puffy lips to my cock, and whispered, “Please let me please you, sir. Luna is a good whore. I can make you feel so good.”

Then she dove back down, sucking even harder. I lost control. The shock, the grief, and the twisted arousal mixed together until I grabbed her hair and fucked her face. She moaned eagerly, taking everything I gave her. I came hard down her throat, and she swallowed every drop without spilling any.

But Luna wasn’t finished. She pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top, and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion. She rode me hard and fast, her enhanced tits bouncing as she moaned like a pornstar. “Use me, sir. Fuck your whore.”

I lost all control. I flipped her over and pounded into her, releasing years of pain and confusion. She came multiple times, screaming in pleasure, urging me on. I fucked her in every position - missionary with her legs over my shoulders as I slammed deep into her pussy, feeling her walls clench around me; doggy style, gripping her hips and spanking her ass while she pushed back against me desperately; her riding me reverse cowgirl, grinding and bouncing while I watched her ass ripple with every movement, her hands reaching back to spread herself wider for me.

Luna was insatiable. She whispered filthy things the entire time - “Harder, sir. Ruin your little whore. My holes are only for use.” - and clenched around me perfectly. She came again and again, her body shaking, her voice hoarse from moaning. I came inside her twice, filling her pussy with load after load, but she kept riding me, milking me, grinding on my cock even when I was oversensitive and exhausted. Her enhanced tits bounced in my face as she leaned down to kiss me, her tongue invading my mouth while she continued fucking me relentlessly.

She rolled us over again, staying on top, riding me with wild abandon. Her hands pinned my wrists to the bed as she used my cock like a toy, her hips slamming down hard, her pussy gripping me tightly. “Cum for me again, sir,” she moaned. “Fill your whore. I need it.”

I came a third time, my body shuddering, vision blurring from exhaustion. Luna kept riding through it, moaning loudly, chasing her own pleasure. The room spun around me. I tried to speak but couldn’t. The last thing I remembered was Luna on top of me, riding me relentlessly with that empty, blissful smile, whispering “Good boy” as everything went black.

I passed out.