Chapter 2: Linothy Gets Her Boyfriend To Mindbreak Her
Linothy was a genuine cutie, though she wasn't actually that popular among the guys. She had an eclectic sense of style - piercings, choker, rings all over the place. She did herself up as "sexy and stylish," but for a lot of guys, it came off as trashy.
Not for Enner. He found they drew out a natural beauty that was already there, and he'd asked her out - and been pleasantly surprised when she'd taken him up on it.
On their very first date, it took her about ten minutes to turn the subject to sex. She'd never actually done it, but she appeared to know pornography about as well as any human being that had ever lived, judging by her discussion of techniques and positions, practically salivating as she described girls getting gangbanged or facefucked. Drenched in semen. Wearing dog collars and barking instead of talking. Getting branded for their man. She had no limits to what she'd discuss, on her very first date with him.
He later learned that was her "trial by fire" - if the guy was turned off by her talking about sex, she'd dump him. He had been uncomfortable at the time, but done his best to go along with it, which meant he was the first boy to make it to the second date. On the second date, she talked about more normal things, and he let himself relax, getting to know the girl better, talking about this and that. She had interests besides pornography, fortunately. She showed him her art, sketches of the male form that bordered on the absolutely tasteless. She wrote fiction online, which apparently was quite popular, even making her a bit of spending money - though it was clearly geared towards girls, with dark and moody male love interests attracted to rather plain and boring female protagonists.
They'd only been dating for three weeks when she popped the question to him. "Let's lose our virginities together. You are a virgin, right?"
"Y-yeah," he said, surprised that she'd come upon this question so quickly. She hadn't even let him touch her sexually, so he'd figured she was more chaste than her hobbies suggested. "You are too?"
"Of course, I'm only going to give it up to the man I'll spend the rest of my life with," she said, and there was a raspy note to her voice. She swallowed, a sign he'd learned to recognize as being her getting rid of built-up saliva. "So do you want to do it? Do you want to rip my hymen away and fuck me on your thick cock?"
"A-ah, I guess, so?" He tried. He was still bewildered by how quickly she was coming onto him.
"Great. My parents are going away for a long weekend - they leave on Thursday afternoon, won't be back until Monday evening. That's plenty of time for you to fuck me until my brain breaks."
He blinked, not quite comprehending, though part of him did already process it, it just refused to produce the result for his conscious mind. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You'll tie me up in my bedroom, feed and water me, take me to the bathroom when I need to go, but I'll never leave your presence the whole time," she explained. "You'll fuck me hard no matter what I think or how I feel. After all that, I should be completely imprinted on your cock, turned into your adoring love slave to do whatever you want with me. Don't worry, I own lots of handcuffs and rope, so you won't have to provide anything. I even bought some bullet vibes and low-pain adhesives for the occasion, you can put them on my nipples and clit and just leave me quivering while you sleep."
Part of Enner wanted to just say no, to refuse to stick his dick in crazy. They'd only been dating for three weeks, and she was springing this on him that quickly? "I think we should get to know each other better, first," he suggested.
She leaned into him, pushing her breasts up against him, the soft feeling of them revealing she wasn't wearing a bra today. He swallowed as she stared up at him, red eyes full of lust. "We can get to know each other after you break me on this nice, hard, cock of yours," she told him, her hand stroking his length. "Once you turn me into your brainless little fuckdoll, I'll never disobey you, so why do you need to know me better?" His cock throbbed in her grip, and she smiled. "You want it. Come on."
It took surprisingly little cajoling like that, for him to finally just submit. Every argument he could muster was cut down by her unbelievable desire for it, the expression on her face as she suggested it one he'd never seen on a woman. Lewd, uninhibited, needy.
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She'd sent him numerous texts about looking forward to spending the weekend getting fucked stupid on his cock over the course of the week leading up to her parents being out, complete with lewd photographs of her body. Sometimes she'd send them during class, said photos prepared in advance. When the weekend finally came, she walked him to her home, gripping his hand tightly with both of hers, as if she was worried he'd run away.
She had a quite nice house - large and spacious, the sort that had a living room where the ceiling went up to the second floor, a huge amount of potential living space just wasted in a show of rich indulgence. Apparently her family was quite well-off. She took him up to her bedroom, immediately starting to strip once they were inside.
It was spacious and girly - pink blankets and walls, stuffed animals on numerous surfaces, all pastel colors and a queen sized bed. On the bed itself were laid out numerous sex toys, just as she'd promised: handcuffs, ropes, collars, ring gags, a blindfold, a leash, pretty much everything you could imagine for this kind of situation. When he finished running his eyes over it all, he realized she was now totally naked, having even taken out her piercings, as she stood in front of him with flushed cheeks. Her thick vanilla scent wafted throughout the room, as her juices trickled down her inner thighs, her whole body wobbling with lust.
"How are you going to rape me, Enner? Or should I call you Master?" She swallowed again, that tick she had whenever she started salivating with lust. "Any hole is yours, anything you want is yours." Her eyes shown with lust. "Do you want me to call you Sir? Master? God? Owner of the divine cock? I'll do whatever you want."
"Just call me Enner for now," he said, wondering if perhaps he was making a huge mistake, but he went over to the bed anyway, fingers running along the toys. He'd bought the male pill in anticipation of all this, so he could fuck her to his heart's content. She panted as she watched him, even failing to swallow, drool starting to run over her lower lip and then down her chin. Eventually, he settled on the blindfold and ring gag, putting both of them on her first. She smiled as they were put in place, until of course she had to open her mouth wide to accept the ring gag.
Pretty much immediately, he gripped her shoulders and forced her to her knees, shoving his cock right into her mouth, violating her throat in the space between heartbeats. She quivered and bucked as she instantly came to that, her chin smacking against his balls as she moaned around his dick. She swallowed as best she could around his length, already giving him a wondrous massage, saliva slipping out past the ring gag as she enjoyed herself.
He admired her lewd body himself - she had a gorgeous, curvy figure, and without all her normal clothes, she just seemed... pure. White hair, pale skin, a lovely hourglass shape. Like she was an innocent virgin, rather than the degenerate pervert he knew she was. It made his cock throb in her throat, and he gathered up her long white hair in an impromptu ponytail before he started to just fuck her face.
He didn't see much point in being gentle with her. If anything, she showed every sign of loving the rough place, crossing her arms behind her back as she got facefucked. She wound up slowly wobbling to her feet, putting her so that her spine was level with the ground, bow-legged to maintain her balance as he just fucked her throat. It meant that every time she came, he could see the sharp spray of her juices, which occasionally stretched far enough to splatter his socks.
He came fairly quickly, and as he started to unload right down her throat, she tried to pull back - he had to let her, though she didn't come all the way off, just holding herself so that all his cum sprayed right into her mouth. She swilled it, enjoying the fresh smoothie of thick cum as she shivered beneath him, her whole body jiggling in pleasure, drawing attention to her sheer lewdness. There was a flush to her cheeks, even as he peeled her off his cock for the last time, cum visible in her mouth, so thick and copious she could have choked on it.
She didn't show any sign of swallowing it, just tilting her head back, her bow-legged position made even lewder now that she wasn't getting facefucked. He had to keep a hold on her hair to let her remain balanced, it was such a bizarre position - when he finally tilted her head back, pulling her to her feet, she swallowed at last, her throat showing all his cum going right down it.
She tried to say something, but with the ring gag, it was impossible. He could still take a guess: she wanted him to pop her cherry. He dragged her by the hair over to the bed, and she struggled to keep her balance as she was put on her belly on it. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them together, handcuffing them - by the way she had positioned herself while sucking his cock, he had to assume she liked that kind of thing. She let out an animalistic mewl as he hefted her ass up into the air.
It wasn't the way he'd imagined losing his virginity. In his juvenile fantasies, the girl had been on her back, him atop her, their lips pressed against one another, tongues battering away. Instead, the girl was drooling on the bed, her cheek pressed against the mattress as her ass hung high in the air, gorgeous and round and inviting his cock. Her juices already coated her inner thighs, paired streams of thick vanilla-scented beauty seeming to beg to get fucked.
He did exactly that, slamming into her quick, ripping right past her hymen. She yelped for a moment at the pain, but that was it - the next thrust just made her gurgle in pleasure, and the third made her come, her insides squeezing tight around his cock. Her butt jiggled and smacked against his pelvis, her whole body twitching and shivering. His hands ran along her flanks, up to those gorgeous full breasts of hers, tightly squeezing and molesting them, making her mewl in pleasure, more saliva bubbling up out of her mouth as she took it all with obvious glee.
His pace inside her only accelerated in response to her orgasm. The wonderful feeling of a tight, wet cunt around his cock, coiling and milking him, juices spraying out intermittently, was incredible. He hardly even paid attention to the sputters she made, the quiet noises of pleasure, the way spit bubbled up out of her forced-open mouth in a frothy mixture. Her hands were bound behind her back, but she actually began worming them around - not trying to stop him, or even to reposition them significantly, but instead to begin smacking her own ass.
It was either an invitation or an attempt at lewdness, and he took it as the former, bringing one hand down sharply on her ass cheek. She squealed around her ring gag, orgasming even harder than ever on his cock, squeezing him so tight that his motion was arrested deep inside her. With his body running on automatic, he sprayed his cum all over the inside of her cunt, trying to knock her up despite the fact that it was currently impossible. She just shuddered in joy at it all.
He pulled out of her, then, panting and gasping. He felt dehydrated, even exhausted; he rolled her onto her back, collected the various vibes she'd prepared, attaching one to her clit, and two to either of her nipples, setting their individual controls to various settings, playing with them as he stumbled down to the family's kitchen. He sucked down glass after glass of water, occasionally pressing one of the vibes setting up, or down - he honestly had forgotten which controller was for which, but it didn't matter. He could hear her thrashing, moaning, gasping in pleasure, as he took a break. He borrowed the family computer, checking Linothy's online history in the hopes of getting any ideas of what she wanted - unfortunately, it seemed she purged it of anything lewd.
He eventually returned to the bedroom, and she scarcely seemed cognizant. Her legs pinwheeled at the air, and she made choking sputters as she strained to swallow down the saliva pooling in her mouth, and there was a massive vanilla puddle between her thighs. He put a water bottle past the ring gag. "I'm going to water you now, so you don't get dehydrated," he said, and she nodded, letting him squirt it into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, taking it all down quickly, her movements drawing to mind certain other lewd possibilities.
His eyes wandered - the vibes on her body continued to gently buzz, keeping her at a fever pitch of pleasure even as immobilized as she was. He wound up deciding to try out a titfuck, smushing her breasts together around his cock as it thrust back and forth. She leaned up without being told, her tongue stretching out past the gag to flick at the tip of his cock, and he just enjoyed the pillowy, sweet sensation of her fat tits wrapped around his dick.
She was undeniably a lewd woman, but he was enticed by just how lewd. By the fact that soon enough, she'd be his lewd woman. She'd asked for this, practically demanded it, and it only ended in one way - with her obediently servicing his cock every day for the rest of his life. His hands squeezed her tits a bit tighter, and her hips bucked as she came to the roughness, her whole body clearly on fire with pleasure, a flush running down her cheeks to the tops of her breasts.
Over the course of the weekend, she hardly got to speak at all. Occasionally, he'd pop the gag off her, and she'd immediately break down in effusive praise of how wonderful it all felt, how thankful she was. She called in sick to school. He fucked her in every single hole, left her tied up in the bedroom with the vibes running when he had to do other things. When he had to sleep, he'd put on a collar, tying the leash to one of the bedposts, and she'd just pass into slumber at some point. He didn't take off the vibes for that - didn't even turn them off, leaving them at a quiet buzz. Sleep deprivation apparently accelerated the pace of sexually coercive confinement's effect on the mind.
Part of him did still worry about what he was doing, what the long-term consequences would be. When that part grew too loud, he'd pop the ring gag off, let her talk, a bubbly, manic thing. "Thank you for this, Enner, thank you for raping my virgin cunt with your big thick cock, keep going until my brain dribbles out my ears, use me as your personal cocksleeve for the rest of my life! Thank you! Keep going, I think it'll happen soon!"
On Saturday evening, he finally pushed himself to go beyond just letting her talk, interrogating her. There wasn't much time left before her brain would likely snap under the pressure. "Are you sure you really want this, Linothy? There's no going back," he informed her.
"Don't worry, Enner, I want it! I'm my parents' only child too, so once they die, we can live here and you can fuck and rape me however you want, every day, all day. I don't even care if you get married to another woman, or get another girlfriend after you finish breaking me! Just as long as you use me like the sex toy I was born to be, I'll be happy!"
There wasn't much more of a positive affirmation that he could get than that. He got in between her legs and started thrusting again, kissing her on the lips - he didn't replace the ring gag this time. She moaned into his mouth, her long, slender tongue seeming to stretch extra deep. Her platinum blonde hair was, by this time, a tangled mess; she'd sweated and had the sweat evaporate so many times that the whole room was pungent with the odor, and of course the vanilla scent of her juices mixed in with that, too. It was beginning to get even to Enner, but on the other hand, there was also something intensely erotic, seeing her gradually turn into a complete mess from his constant fucking.
It was Sunday evening when she finally broke. Her voice was a fever pitch at the time; she was on her belly again, getting fucked into the bed, hands still bound behind her back as they'd been for most of the past few days (he occasionally took off the cuffs so she could go to the bathroom or, once, to jerk him off on her face). She was wearing the blindfold still, having been made to wear it for the entire weekend, leaving her functionally blind for days, now, intensifying every sensation for her.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she panted out, desperate for more. "Oh I can feel it! I can feel it, the pleasure!" She mewled excitedly, bucking back against him. "It's welling up, it feels so good, Enner! It wants me to submit to it, submit to you! It wants me to become your cocksleeve!" His length throbbed inside her, as he kept pumping away. "It's taking away my thoughts, I don't want to resist it! I'm going to just let it take over," were the last words she said before an overpowering orgasm rushed through her whole body, her cunt tightening on him, her juices splashing all over the place between her knees. A loud, shrill moan escaped her throat, her lips cast wide - and then, slowly but surely, she came to a stop, panting heavily in the afterglow, a stupid smile on her lips.
If this was all a roleplay for her, that was fine too. He removed her blindfold either way, watching as she blinked rapidly, red eyes rolling around as she strained to recover. Hot pants escaped her throat as her cunt continued to quiver around his cock, not yet finished. She looked up at him with bleary eyes, tears forming from the sudden light, tears she rapidly blinked away. "It happened, Enner," she told him. "I'm your obedient fucktoy now. You can use me however you like."
He pulled out of her, then, taking off the bullet vibes - as the adhesive strips were peeled away, she let out a little pant of pain - and the handcuffs, leaving her naked on the bed, her skin flush with color as she stared up at him worshipfully.
He considered what to do for a long few seconds, then his nostrils caught her scent again, the blanket having gotten thickly stained with her sweat and juices alike, and he crinkled his nose. "Come on, let's take a shower," he said, and she obediently got to her knees, a bit wobbly from what she'd just been through but happily following after him to her bathroom.
He settled down on the floor in the shower, gesturing for her to wash herself off, and she quickly did so, warm water sliding over her bare skin. She rubbed soap over every inch of her body, the suds drawing attention to her bosom in particular before she washed them away. Her hair got shampooed, finally losing its messy, sticky, wet nature that had accrued over days of sweat and bliss. When she was roughly presentable, her sweaty stench replaced with the pleasant flower smell of her conditioner, Enner finally rose to his feet, getting up behind her, groping her tits.
She just pressed her back up against him, letting out a soft sigh, her eyelashes fluttering. "Do you still want me to just call you Enner? I belong to you now, and you can call me bitch, whore, fuckdoll, and I'll love it just as much as anything else. I'd even gladly refer to you as my god - I love you more than the Anagogist one, after all."
His cock twitched, rubbing against her ass, and he just forced her to bend forward, sliding his cock into her slick sex without another word. Once he was fully buried inside her - and she squirmed happily on his cock, her big breasts jiggling with every movement - he responded to the question. "I want you to still call me Enner," he told her. "I'll still call you Lin. Mostly," he said, with a certain wry smile. She had wanted to do this kind of freaky stuff, after all. Even if he could just make her be vanilla now, it wouldn't be very nice.
"Alright, Enner," she panted, struggling to speak just from having his cock buried inside her. She was even more sensitive than she'd been before, if that were possible.
He groped her buttocks in his hands as he held himself inside her, water still running down on the two of them, hitting his chest and her back. "Who does this ass belong to?" He asked.
"You, Enner!" She replied, immediately, her voice practically a scream of affirmation. He could see her swallow again, that old tick of hers still present.
His hands slid up to her breasts, groping them roughly, playing with her perky nipples, pinching and rolling them with curiosity - he hadn't got the chance to properly appreciate them, when they'd been vibed up for the past few days. "And who do these breasts belong to?"
"They belong to you too, Enner!" She declared, pride in her voice.
His hand slid back down, towards her cunt, teasing her clit with one finger as another two spread and teased her lower lips as he drank her in from behind. "And who does this cunt belong to?"
"It's also yours, Enner!" He pulled out slowly, teasing her, and she mewled a bit, her lips working for a moment, as if desperately trying to convince him to keep fucking her. "Every part of me belongs to you, Enner! Cunt, ass, mouth, tits, everything's yours to do whatever you want with! I-" she was cut off as he slammed into her hard, making her squeal in pleasure as she came, a squirt of her juices spraying all over the floor in the process. Her insides worked his cock over hard, rubbing and squeezing his whole length, saliva dribbling out of her mouth as he fucked her like that in her shower.
They both went into school on Monday, her playing the role of the doting girlfriend, holding his hand, rubbing her body up against his as they walked in. He'd put one bullet vibe in place before departing, and throughout the school day, he'd occasionally tease her by using the remote to put it at the lowest setting. Each time, she'd just flush and bite her lower lip, glancing his way each time, as if to ask, "Does this mean you want to fuck me now?" It was tempting, but he held back - when the school day ended, though, he took her home and fucked her absolutely senseless in her bedroom, making out with her all the while.
It was obvious she loved every second of it, moaning, her hands running through his hair, scraping along his back, twisting and mewling in pleasure. He loved it too. After all, she was his beloved girlfriend. How could he not love fucking her?
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