Heaven Hath No Wrath

by Isaac Byrne

  “But remember the whole point of these trials, Cindy, to show you what it might be like. Yesterday, I wanted to make sure you understood, if I left your mind intact, it wouldn’t be like the other days. If you were yourself inside and we’d just spent the day having mind-blowing sex… It might be like that sometime. Hell, probably a lot of the time – you’re gorgeous. But I wanted to make sure you knew what it could be like when I needed more. To be like that when it’s not just doing stuff you like, like the first couple days.”

  “‘Stuff I like?!’ You think being your obedient little fuck toy is something I enjoy ?!”

  He arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Really, Cindy. If you’d like, I could make you be honest, then ask you that very question.”

  She was quiet a moment. “Well maybe the sex was good – OK, OK, it was better than good, it was fucking incredible. But that doesn’t meant I want to be your slave!”

  “And once more, here we are, the reminders of neither of us getting what we want. It’s a point I’m tired of making. It is what it is, Cindy. Today’s the day – time to make your choice.”

  Her indignation and anger petered out, replaced by a weighty dread she’d been avoiding these past few days. “Eric, these past few days have been… interesting. And you’re right, sometimes I did have fun. Sometimes. But please, you–”

  “Don’t. Don’t plead for mercy. Start it again and I’ll take away your capacity to want it.”

  “All right. I… I had a few things to ask you about first.”

  “Yeah, I saw your list this morning – it was hanging out of your robe pocket, and I was curious. And all the requests seemed fine – your family, relocating, Downton Abbey , all that stuff.”

  A lodestone was lifted from her dread, and she even found herself smiling. “Will you watch it with me?”

  He reciprocated the smile. “There’re limits to my generosity.”

  She made a face. “You’re telling me.”

  He gave her a moment to go on, but when she didn’t, he pushed. “Did you have other questions?” He handed her the paper she’d been writing on to jog her memory.

  She scanned it for a while. “What will you do with me when you’re done with me?”

  “Done with you? What do you mean?”

  “I mean, you won’t want to fuck me forever, right? I’ll get old, eventually, or you’ll get bored or something, and then… well, what then?”

  “That’s a good point. I don’t usually do… long-term. Well, I tell you what. When that time comes, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Money, house, car, patching things up with… Whatever you want.” He squeezed her bare leg reassuringly.

  “Thank you,” she said, putting her hand over his. “What about time off, maybe…? Weekends or something?”

  “Weekends?” He scoffed. “No. This is full-time. No holidays. Next question.”

  She sighed resignedly. “How long do I have to decide?”

  “Until the end of this conversation. It’s not good for either of us to drag this out. You’ll feel better once you make up your mind. Well, depending on what you choose, I suppose. So you got the three options.

  “One, you can be my pleasure slave. You won’t have to think or feel anything; you’ll just do what will make me happiest. Two, there’s the bimbo slut. Nymphomaniac sex drive, not much else going on upstairs except how to get your next orgasm. And three, there’s the silent prisoner, trapped in your own body as it goes through the motions of the other two above.

  “So what’ll it be?” He folded his arms across his chest, watching her inscrutably.

  “I… I don’t know.”

  “Talk it through, then.”

  She sighed. “All right then. The first day, Cindyslave, was OK. I mean, nothing bothered me any, there was no fear or shame or anything like that. Like, I know I’d be nice and content as her, but… I dunno, I guess it feels like if I pick that, my life will just be… over. Like I’ll just fall asleep and not exist any more.”

  “Yeah. It’ll be something like that. Oblivion.”

  She shuddered at the term, then proceeded. “Cindyslut, the airhead… well, she’s kind of horrible. I knew girls kinda like that when I was in school, girls who just always wanted to be out fucking someone. But… I’ll bet it didn’t feel ten percent as good for them as it did for Cindyslut. She’s definitely the fun choice. I’d be happy pretty much all the time, and I’d feel great. A lot, I expect. I just don’t know if I can handle being such a fucking moron. Or having everyone see me like that… and just not caring.”

  “She’s tough to bother, so long as you don’t withhold from her,” Eric said.

  “And then yesterday… I mean, it was good, having my own thoughts. I could at least be pissed off when I should be, happy when I should be, annoyed, bored, hold on to my own opinions. Enjoy the sex, mostly – the girl-girl stuff wasn’t my thing, so much, but… well, I guess you made me enjoy it after a while.”

  Eric shook his head. “I didn’t do anything to change how you felt about it. If it matters.”

  “Hmm. If you say so.” But she believed him. “Still… no one would ever know I was me, inside. People would think I was really like that.”

  “Suddenly, you care what people think about you.” Eric smirked.

  She stuck out her tongue petulantly. “This isn’t the same and you know it.”

  He folded his arms, waiting for her to go on. Her Eric. Her best friend. They’d gone apple picking, just the other day. She’d had fun. Felt safe. She’d trusted him absolutely. Strangely, more than she was afraid for what was coming next, she missed that feeling. What she wouldn’t give to get that back.

  Suddenly, she looked at Eric and sat bolt upright. “Hey… we were good together, right? As friends?”

  He frowned. “I told you, no begging.”

  She waved a hand. “No no, I’m not – just hear me out, OK?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he let her go on. “You were my best friend – my favorite person. Honestly. These past few days have strained things, in some ways. Maybe improved in others, but… I mean, you fell in love with me when we were friends. Wasn’t it good for you? Hanging out together, having fun?”

  “It was, but I wanted more. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now I can barely remember not having that feeling, not hating myself for holding back all that time. And now I have to go on, hating myself for what I’m doing to you, seeing how you look at me since the other day. I just… there’s no way out of this now.”

  They were both silent for a while, him crying softly, her wishing she could join him, as they’d both done for one another before. As friends. Finally, she could endure no more of it, and embraced him firmly, stroking his back gently.

  “I’ve made my decision, Eric. Here’s what I want you to do…”

  One Month Later…

  Cindy waved a friendly goodbye to her new co-workers as she bounced merrily out the door. Technically they weren’t really co-workers so much as co-volunteers, and she found it to be a wonderful distinction in her quality of life. Her boring old bureaucratic job was well and truly behind her, and she hardly thought of it any more except for one of her old coworkers she hung out with occasionally. Now she volunteered full-time at the animal shelter and worked caring for displaced animals. She felt purposeful, like she made a difference.

  Of course, she had Eric to thank for that. He was so generous to offer to take care of her finances. She’d renovated her apartment too, also with his help, but he just kept insisting money was no object and she’d come to trust him on it. Sometimes she felt awkward relying so completely on her friend, but he always insisted he was happy to do it, and she knew he meant it.

  Of course, she didn’t even spend that much time at her apartment these days; ever since that little snaggle with Eric a while back, they were thick as thieves, hanging out most evenings. She mostly used her apartment as a place to store her things and occasionally shower or sleep these days, and as often as not t
he latter happened at his place. He never seemed to mind letting her crash with him.

  She pulled up to Eric’s house, smiling when she saw his car was in the driveway. Yesterday when she got here he’d been over at Kiera’s house, and one day last week she’d come over to binge-watch a new show on Netflix but he’d been away the whole night. (She later found out he’d been down at the local high school fucking the cheerleading squad. What a rascal! )

  She walked on in, quietly a little relieved to find nobody but the two of them was about. Not that she minded being sociable, but sometimes he’d have some hot piece of ass he’d picked up at the grocery store or someplace over, and he was not good at keeping the volume down when he was banging them, which made it hard for her to hear the TV or concentrate on her book.

  Eric was preparing dinner when she walked in, readying a lasagna. He wasn’t much of a cook truth be told, but he was learning, with her help. “Easy on the ricotta there, big guy,” she said as she caught him unloading the whole tub on one layer.

  He looked up, smiling. “Didn’t hear you come in. Mind giving me a hand, making a salad? I got the stuff in the fridge.”

  “Sure, no problem,” Cindy replied as she stripped out of her pants, folding them over one of the kitchen chairs. Her shirt followed, and then she was naked; she didn’t really bother with underwear most days unless she wanted something sexy for variety’s sake. She donned her apron, and proceeded to make the salad.

  Eric started fondling her ass while she was getting dishes and ingredients out, like he often did. He kindly slipped a couple fingers into her pussy, but she had to swat him away when she got to chopping the cukes lest she slice a finger off. He laughed and got back to his own end of things.

  They chit-chatted about their days while they worked. She told him about the two new dogs who’d arrived, a young fluffy mutt and an older boxer mix; he told her about his day, stopping by the salon and getting a haircut, then watching the hot young receptionist eat out the hairdresser. They both agreed that the lasagna was passable, if not great.

  For dessert, Cindy laid herself across the table and smeared pudding across her bare stomach, then let him eat it off. He was sweet, and segued down into her pussy and let her come a couple times. (Cumming on his tongue was never quite as good as cumming on his cock, but still better than any other orgasm she’d had before she’d known Eric.) She chided him for getting her pussy sticky with pudding, but of course, he helped her clean it off.

  Afterward, she snuggled up beside him on the couch; she was clothed again, mostly because he liked to watch her undress (or just undress her himself). Some nights – actually, most nights – he had her put on particular outfits, and sometimes they’d lead to roleplay or just some out-and-out fucking. Today, though, he was content with her in just jeans and a t-shirt.

  First up was watching Downton Abbey – as she’d known, he really got into it once she got him through a few episodes. When that was over, he put on the latest episode of that zombie show he loved and she hated. It was just so gory and disgusting, and she didn’t identify with any of the characters. To pass the time while he watched, she slid down on her knees in front of Eric so her back would be to the screen. Smiling apologetically as it started playing, he undid his pants and let out his cock so she could entertain herself by sucking him off while he watched. He was prone to jumping at the scary parts, so to avoid risk of grazing him with her teeth, she’d learn that when she heard undead gurgling and scary music, she should transition to licking slowly up and down the length of him.

  And it was amazing. She loved servicing Eric’s cock almost as much as she loved Eric’s constant friendship. How lucky was she to have a friend who was cool with her living out her constant desire to suck his cock and get fucked in every hole and show off her body like a little slut when they went out? She’d gotten pretty good at giving blowjobs that lasted just as long as TV shows; as had happened every time in the past few weeks, just as the credits began to roll she threw herself into it, licking and sucking and slobbering and moaning until he was ready. She laughed to herself as she pumped his cum out all over her face at the thought that if they kept this up, pretty soon he’d be conditioned so that just the sound of the closing credits would make him hard.

  Sometimes she liked to sit around and hang out covered in his spunk, but tonight, she actually had news she couldn’t hold in any longer. “I have a surprise for you,” she said.

  He looked at her curiously. “What’s up?”

  “I did it. Today. I made the appointment.” She grinned toothily.

  “No way! Cindy, I told you you didn’t have to do that – are you sure?”

  She nodded vigorously. “No, I wanted to do it. You know, I’ve just always thought they were too small, and with all the troubles we’ve been having when I try to titty-fuck you, we’ll finally be able to do it right. And so many of those fetishy outfits I’ve been getting don’t have much size variation, and almost all of them are made for girls with way bigger busts, so I don’t look as sexy as I’m trying to.”

  He smiled at her. “I have fun fucking your little titties as it is. If there’s troubles, it only makes it take longer, and that’s fine by me.”

  “Well you’ll have more fun this way. Remember that blonde waitress we brought home a couple weeks ago? You couldn’t keep your hands and mouth off of those huge knockers of hers, ya perv. Sue me if I want to be able to flash a little cleavage and turn you into my drooling suck-monkey,” she said with a smirk.

  “Man, it’s going to be rough taking time off while you recuperate. You’re the most enthusiastic lay of any girl I know, hand to God.”

  She gave him a snide look. “Real classy thing to say, Eric. And besides, I’ll still have the lower half of my body in perfect working order.”

  “Yeah, but you’ll have all those bandages and incisions and… ick.” He shuddered.

  “Give me a little credit, would you? I know a few tricks to help get you past your hang-ups. Even with these sad little things.” She cupped her breasts and flashed a pouty face.

  Her best friend lunged across the sofa and lifted her shirt off. Her nipples were hard, like usual when she was around Eric, and also like usual they hardened into stiff little pencil erasers in his mouth. When he finally finished his tit-feast, he pulled back and squeezed them affectionately. Soon, they’ll be way too big to fit in a single handful! she thought giddily.

  Then, as they’d done for months, they did their post-dinner video game competition to see who had to do dishes. As last night’s loser, Cindy chose the battlefield, a go-kart racing game she liked. Eric won anyway, so she stripped back down to her apron and got to work. She washed by hand, even though Eric had a dishwasher; she’d made up something about it being an environmental effort to save water, but really, she knew how hot the sight of her bare ass bent over the sink made him, and after his absence last night fucking Kiera, she really wanted him to drill her tonight.

  He didn’t take the bait though, but after dishes they went back to gaming, this time playing for clothes. She was down to naught but her socks (having already shed her jeans and t-shirt) but had gone three in a row to get Eric down to his underwear. Laying on the floor propped up on her elbows, she was smirking over her shoulder at him as she caught his cock twitching in its confinement as he stared at her ass, careening his cart over a cliff (again) while he looked away. He says I’m no good at these games, but he doesn’t get my strategy.

  After her next win he was finally naked, and she cried out triumphantly. “You cheated!” he accused as he came over and rolled her onto her side, hoisting her top leg over his shoulder.

  “Sore loser?” she said as he began teasing his cock around the entrance to her cunt.

  He laughed. “You’re the one who’s going to be sore, Cindy,” he said as he slid into her warm, wet sex.

  Cindy thought sometimes about those other personalities – Cindyslave and Cindyslut especially – and how it had felt. Sometimes she
still roleplayed as them, and sometimes would even ask him to activate them for a bit, with a few modifications she’d developed for their mutual enjoyment. Docile Cindyslave would give her master a back rub then an hour-long blowjob (and she insisted on calling him master, enjoying making him a little uncomfortable); Cindyslut would come in wearing something outlandishly whorish and using every trick in her slutty arsenal to coax him into giving her the dicking she needed so badly. Sometimes she wore the outfit around outside the house, and one day last week had even been arrested as a prostitute; Eric had had to come to the police station and make them release her. First he’d fucked Cindyslut’s meager brains out right there in the cell; every cop in the station had heard her cry out in release. Sometimes she’d even bring out BackseatCindy, and inwardly roll her eyes at what a little bimbo slut she was as Eric paraded her around. It was useful for when her body craved orgasms but she still had other things to be thinking through.

  And it was fun, changing herself like that, knowing he would change her back to normal after, and they could go on being friends like usual. Like getting to try out a new hairstyle before it was permanent, or spending a day in a new job before accepting the position. She and Eric both had all kinds of ideas for fun things to try out, and it felt like it would be a long time before either of them ran out of ideas. Once she had her big slut tits, it would be even longer.

  On that day of decisions, such a short time on the calendar but in her heart felt like a different lifetime, she had asked him for only two things. For her sake, she wanted to get all the pleasure she’d had during her trials, the exhilaration and freedom and mind-numbing ecstacy of it. When sucking cock was that fun , when having his cock in her pussy or her ass felt so perfect , when being fondled and sucked and licked and groped was so exciting , when showing off her sexy physique felt so right … why would she want to go back to her lame, degrading, meaningless workaday life when she could have that ? She’d asked him for that, and he’d granted it.