Heaven Hath No Wrath

by Isaac Byrne

  Cindy shrieked in surprise and ecstacy – the appropriately pleasing reaction – at his rough treatment. After all, it had been a year since she’d last had sex too, before Eric decided to dismiss her husband and try to romance her. Mind-controlled fuck toy or no, the body was wired to want and miss pleasure. Now, thrusting in and out of her cunt, he was finally having her.

  The afternoon was lost in a torrent of sex, and Cindy helping Eric recuperate for more sex.

  He bent her over the coffee table and fucked her doggy style while she begged him to take her ass, reminding him that she’d never let another man do that, how Marcus had pleaded with over and over until she’d threatened to break up with him. She’d meant it, too – guys had always loved Cindy’s ass, and it had made her defensive, until today. Now, giving her anal virginity to Eric more than made up for all the frustration it had caused her in the past.

  He took her to his bedroom and had her ride him, screaming and screaming from how deep his cock went. It wasn’t embellishment – Eric deserved sincerity. He man-handled her tits all the while she bounced on his cock, and she was sure they’d be tender later, the perfect reminders of how they’d brought him pleasure. It would be a comforting reminder whenever she couldn’t be actively pleasing him (he had to sleep after all) that she had once had a purpose.

  He took her to the shower, where she got on her knees and took him in her mouth to get him hard again – after three fuckings, it wasn’t easy, and she was pruny by the time he was hard again. But once she had him ready, they relocated to the hot-tub in the back yard where she straddled his lap and gave him a long, loud, casual fuck. At one point she saw one of his neighbors watching over the privacy fence from his second-story bedroom window. She told Eric, and he told her to keep her eye on the ball. She could tell he enjoyed her embarrassment though; the old Cindy had never liked PDAs, much less being seen by a total stranger as she was naked and getting fucked. She made sure to give the man a good show. No doubt he’d think about her when he jacked off for years to come. She came then, just from thinking about how great it was that she could help Eric feel so generous.

  Finally spent for a while, Eric took a nap while Cindy made herself useful tidying up the house, doing some light cleaning and preparing dinner. She selfishly stole a few minutes to call her boss and make up an excuse as to why she hadn’t come in that day. Should I tell him I’m Eric’s personal slut and his needs will come before my employers? They might fire me, which is fine – one less thing to distract her from being pleasing – but maybe Eric will want me to not be financially dependent on him, or want a break from my company, or even want me to embezzle for him. No, better for now to just make up a family emergency.

  She dressed herself in a skin-tight t-shirt, braless, and a pair of white denim cutoff short-shorts with the pockets hanging down below the fabric in front and back, making sure at all times that if Eric came into the room, she’d be in a pose that conveyed how sexy she was, how ready to be fucked she was, how committed she was to making sure those two things were always, always true.

  After dinner – a spaghetti squash dish she’d made once that Eric had hounded her to make again – they put on a show Eric liked and let it run; Cindy lied down with her head on his lap like she often had. She wriggled her head just enough to get him thinking about it, and soon, he’d lifted up her top and was lightly squeezing and pinching her nipples. Cindy moaned and panted, just like the little slut he’d made her into should. It was objectively arousing, but what was true no longer matter compared to what was desirable.

  After a while, she looked up at him and batted her eyelashes innocently. “Eric?”

  “Yeah, Cindy?”

  “Can I please, pretty please put your cock in my mouth?”

  “Eh, I don’t know, hon. We’ve had a lot of fun earlier – even ruthless mind-controllers have limits on their stamina.”

  “It doesn’t have to be anything. Just… wouldn’t you like your show better if you could watch it with me, on my knees in front of you, running my lips up and down your cock? Sliding my tongue back and forth on it? My soft hair on your thighs…” She sighed breathily, licking her lips for effect. (She had re-applied the lipstick after they’d eaten.)

  Eric just looked down at her for a long moment; he seemed conflicted, though she didn’t know why. Not that it mattered – if a two-hour blowjob would annoy him then she didn’t want to do it. Still, she was relieved when he shrugged a little and mumbled permission.

  She shucked her shirt and slid down to her knees, undoing his pants and scooting them down gently. His cock was already rock hard, but she nonetheless took her time. Three episodes of the show passed – and it was an hour-long program when it ran with commercials – and he still hadn’t cum. She’d felt him come close several times, but each time she’d looked up for permission to bring him to climax, he’d shook his head. At long last, he tapped her on the head. His cock still in her sore, tired mouth, she looked up at him questioningly. She thought he seemed pleased that she left his dick in her, so she didn’t pull back from the blowjob.

  “Cindy, in a moment I’m going to cum.” YES. Good. Perfect. I have a reason to exist. “Before I do, I want to ask you a few questions. I know you can’t really talk right now, which is fine, so you just blink once for yes, twice for no. Understand?”

  Blink.

  “Cindy, would you like it if I came in your mouth?”

  Blink.

  “What if I pulled out and came on your tits?”

  Blink.

  “What about your face? Have you ever had a guy cum on your face?”

  Two questions with different answers! She didn’t know what to do, so she gently shook her head, careful of her teeth. Eric noticed and repeated, slowing. “Have you ever let a guy give you a facial?”

  Blink blink.

  “Too degrading for you, eh?”

  Blink.

  “What about me though – would you let me?”

  Blink.

  “What if I wanted to snap some pictures of it, of your face coated in jizz? That cool?”

  Blink.

  “And if I wanted to, say, sell those pictures? You’re a pretty girl, Cindy; I could make decent money with those. Mind if I sell pictures of your cum-stained face, make you a porn star?”

  Blink blink.

  He looked puzzled for a moment before he realized her “no” was permission, not refusal, then smiled and stroked her cheek affectionately. His cock twitched in her mouth – it would be soon. I hope he decides soon where he wants to cum – I’d hate to fuck this up by swallowing when he wants to plaster my face, or taking it on my tits when he wants to shove it in my ass.

  “So, say I did that, made you an internet sensation. You cool with it if I send links to your friends? Make it your profile picture online, send it to your boss, that high school teacher of yours who was always checking you out, your pastor…? That OK with you?”

  Blink. Without hesitation. His cock twitched, repeatedly – on the brink now. She blinked and again and again, pausing just long enough that it was clear she was silently shrieking YES! YES! YES! And with a shout, he came. Cindy pulled back just as he began, catching some of it in her mouth and the rest splashing out across her face. She pointed his cock downwards a little and pumped it, the final few spurts painting her tits pearlescent and soon oozing down her flat, pale stomach.

  In her old life, Cindy had felt like an accomplished person. Honor student, varsity track and cross country, awards and honors enough to make any parent annoy the hell out of their co-workers with bragging. But nothing she had ever done filled her with the raw sense of completeness that filled every corner of her soul in this moment.

  And that was when Eric turned her back to normal.

  She lost the time again – short enough a span that none of the cum on her face or chest had begun to dry, merely dribbling down where it didn’t just stick. Her mouth still had some in it, too – by reflex she looked for a place to spit,
but seeing no nearby trash can, she quickly swallowed it just to resolve the problem.

  Eric had put his pants back on in the interim, but was still sitting right in front of her. Her mind was rapidly readjusting, but she was certain he’d not completely returned things to normal because she couldn’t summon the will to wipe off the cum, or to put her shirt back on. That little fucking gutter slut she’d been most of the day would no doubt be thrilled that he was seeing her like this. Still, that girl was gone as if he never was, and the real Cindy was utterly mortified that he could see her like this. That he had made her like this.

  “So that’s option one.”

  “No!” she screamed – or tried to; her voice came out as merely just a-little-too-loud. “No! Whatever the other options are, they can’t be as bad as that!”

  He looked surprised – perhaps even a little hurt? “It was that bad, huh? Tell me about. Be honest.”

  She gathered her thoughts – and realizing she was doing so helped her put her finger on it. “I… it’s like I wasn’t a person any more. My brain just completely shut down, like only my autonomic functions were working. Like, you know how you can control your breathing, but only so much, and if you stop focusing on it then it just does it on its own? It was like that. Like pleasing you was something my body just did, normal as breathing.”

  “You sure did a good job of it.” She frowned, too humiliated to be kneeling there cum-soaked and half-naked to be angry. And, as frustrating, having spent the whole day fucking and sucking cock, she was still incredibly horny – she’d have thought he was making her that way, but then, she’d believed him when he’d said earlier that her normal moments would be normal. “But was it actually that awful, or do you think it’s that awful in hindsight?”

  Cindy considered. “Well, at the time it was fine. I wasn’t like, enjoying myself, but I guess it felt like… I dunno, kind of like that feeling you get when you’ve cleaned the whole house and it took all day but now it looks amazing? Like, it doesn’t feel good; but I felt accomplished .”

  He nods. “Right. That was the idea.” In an instant, she felt the block in her mind stopping her from dressing herself and cleaning up disappear, and she hastened to do both, using a paper towel still sitting there from dinner.

  Eric continued as she sponged her face and chest off. “If you pick this option, that’ll be your life – you’ll work your hardest to make me happy, and I’ll give you lots of opportunities to do it. You’ll ride by on auto-pilot. You won’t have to be humiliated, or uncomfortable, or unsatisfied, or tired or anxious or bored or anything bad ever again.”

  She thought about the things he’d been saying right before he came on her, about how she’d been perfectly content to let him send pornographic pics of her out into the world. Thought about having that guy watch her fuck him, about having strangers leer at her in the sex store that morning. It had been… nothing. What should have been the most mortifying experiences of her life had been no more unpleasant than a cloudy day.

  “Either way, no need to decide now. You’ll have more time to think it over. For now, you’ve had a long day, and I promise you, tomorrow will be even longer. Go home, get some rest.” Eric offered her a hand and helped Cindy to her feet.

  “You mean, you don’t want me to stay here? Now that I’m your, um fuck toy and all, I just figured…”

  Eric shrugged. “We’ll figure out housing issues later, once things are more settled between us.”

  It was impossible to tie her shoes without giving him an amazing view of her ass, part of her grateful she could go home in this and not one of the items she’d brought over. Besides, Eric had seen plenty of her bare ass already, so what was one more flaunting of it. “Any clues about what I should expect tomorrow? Another early wakeup, more kinky costumes?”

  “Cindy, how much time do you you think you have left with your own thoughts? Do you really want to waste them worrying about things you can’t change?” She sighed resignedly, and Eric showed her to the door. “Good night, Cindy.”

  He said it in that same affectionate tone that he always had, and she thought back to his confession of love the day before. She’d had no doubt he was in love with her – or had been, at least. After all, a man who could have had his way with her so easily, however he wanted, would surely have done so much sooner if not for his emotions getting in the way.

  No, in his own way, Eric was absolutely, positively in love with her – and that unrequited love had turned him into… this.

  Was it too late to change his mind?

  Day Two

  The next morning, Cindy was both grateful and rueful that she had had the presence of mind to set an alarm the previous night for 6am, having remembered Eric’s programming that woke her up and put her right to work the day before. She was sore in so many places after an evening of relentless oral, vaginal and anal sex, and even knowing her time as a free woman might be measured in mere hours, she almost shut her eyes and went back to sleep.

  some effort, she forced herself up to her feet and soon was taking comfort in a hot cup of coffee, trying – and failing – not to think about what the day might hold. Would she be some kind of geisha? Or cater to some kind of specific fetish? She remembered Eric cracking jokes about being into female body builders, but… what if he wasn’t joking? Would she be hitting the gym four hours a day, using steroids?

  , it was a lot of paranoia over nothing. And while she didn’t want to admit it to herself, yesterday hadn’t been the worst day of her life. It had been a little jarring in hindsight, her platonic friend fucking the living daylights out of her, but… it had been exciting, certainly, and she hadn’t had sex since Marcus left her so many months ago, so even just clearing out the cobwebs had been good. The sense of comfort of being so unthinkingly devoted had made it easy, contenting at the time. Maybe that would be her choice, if it came to that.

  Cindy jarred herself out of her reflections and back to the main reason why she’d gotten up early – to see if she could think of a way out of this, out of having to make such a choice at all. She got out a pencil and paper and started brainstorming.

  She could try running away. Tonight, if he sent her home again after, she could just get in her car and keep driving. He could still come after her though, and as close as they were, it would be easy for him to find her friends and family. She didn’t think Eric would hurt them, but he could easily make them give her away. Could she completely leave her life behind?

  Cindy could try pleading, use his lingering feelings of affection to persuade him to let her out of this. There were a couple times yesterday when he seemed conflicted, she thought, and through it all he had still seemed more or less himself (with a healthy extra portion of libido).

  She went through numerous ideas – bribing him, asking for a stay of execution, getting sick on purpose so he’d have to stay away, cutting her hair short – she knew how he loved long hair on girls. She even thought of tattooing Marcus’s name on her somewhere, just so the sight of her naked body would always repulse him.

  Her last thought – her first, really, but the last one she wrote down – was to kill him. Eric, her best friend. Her captor. She erased it almost as soon as she wrote it.

  She looked up and saw the clock on the oven said 8:06. Had Eric not planted instructions in her today? She didn’t feel a compulsion to do anything. Really, if he didn’t, she ought to be hurrying up and getting in to work. Her boss Mr. Andrews was semi-lenient on arrival time, but after yesterday’s no-call no-show, she knew she was in for one of his classic long-winded chewings-out as it was. And if she didn’t have to begin her day of sex slavery until later, then all the better.

  Who knows, maybe Eric had reconsidered and decided to let her go. After all, nothing like a day of fantastic sex with a girl to make you decide not to make her your sex slave.

  She almost made it in to work by 9. She’d spent more time than usual on her makeup and outfit, figuring it couldn’t hurt to look nice when
she was making her apologies. Then in the shower… well who could blame a girl if after the most sexually charged day of her life if she wasn’t a little horny. Without even realizing she was doing it, while soaping up her chest, her hands just lingered, caressing her breasts with her fingertips, playing delicately over her wet nipples. Her pussy was the next logical step, and she indulged herself with some slow, sensual teasing. She still hadn’t gotten off when she realized the time and reluctantly got on with her morning. Not like that itch won’t get scratch later anyway.

  Not that she was eager. It was no secret that Cindy hated her job – it was a soulless corporate waste of time that was quite deliberately engineered to be sure as to never afford her a moment of actual satisfaction for helping someone or completing something meaningful. The money wasn’t even good. But it was experience, and they promoted from within, so perhaps someday it would put her in a better position. Although as much as she usually dreaded going in, today she found herself actually in a good mood about it for some reason.

  At work, clearly people were anticipating her getting chewed out – practically everyone did a double-take when they saw her. Or maybe they just weren’t used to seeing her dressed so cute – not that she was a slob normally, but it was a casual office and usually jeans and a sweater or blouse were all she bothered with. Today, coming in wearing a black miniskirt and fire engine red tube top – something she usually only wore when she was clubbing and looking to fend off some advances – apparently, they just weren’t used to seeing it.

  The attention was nice; guys kept making excuses to stop by her desk, and Cindy amused herself by crossing and uncrossing her legs, or pressing her tits together with her arms and letting them sneak peaks down her shirt. By mid-morning, she’d been brought four cups of coffee, and had three different projects taken off her hands by guys who clearly thought it might help them get to sleep with her. She giggled at that thought – that she was such a slut she’d fuck a guy for doing her job for her.