He broke me. My body, my mind, everything I thought I knew or understood before. My Master washed it all away.
Is this 'love'? Am I in love with the monster who treats me like a Fleshdroid? Or maybe I'm the real monster?
I'm nothing but an old female human slave. My Master is a young, handsome crimson God of a Man! That he would be kind enough to endure my wretched body and schutta soul is a miracle to me. Yet that miracle seems to come, repeatedly, endless. I wonder if I will even survive at this rate?
When I woke up today, his red saber was already deep within my tattered sheath! His arm around my neck, not to choke, but to protect. His hand grasping my swollen bosom with such ferocity that I feared blood might spill before any milk.
I let out a cry and a whimper, but his thrusts never ceased. I could feel my wounds from last night growing deeper. My whole body ached and quivered. Yet as his hot steamy cream threatened to burst my salty pie, I felt a new strength swell within me.
"Is this, the Force?"
"Of course." He replies, thrusting once more between my thighs and almost strikes my eyes.
"Master, I don't understand. How can you use the Force without even raising a hand?"
***
"Wait, wait, hold on a second."
Asmodeus looked down at the woman under the desk who was diligently sucking on his cock, "Is this supposed to be a smut story or a rap song? Why the fuck did you randomly start rhyming? Also, who the hell talks like this?"
"I'm sorry, Master, I've never actually had any… Input on my writing before. You're the first person who ever read my stories before."
"Keep sucking. Well, it looks like maybe that was just a weird coincidence?"
"Sorry, Master. I'll work harder."
"Don't worry, you're doing fine. With both the stories and the blowjob, it's just that I was a little confused and it broke the immersion."
"Yes, Master."
As she slurped on his dick, he started cumming down her throat for the tenth time today. Filling her body with countless midichlorians and well, slimy jizz protein.
***
Today was the day that he finally decided to break down my rear entrance. He made me fast on nothing but cream for three days. Then he tied me to that wooden frame. The one from my nightmares. It was here that I would die, or so I believed.
I wanted to shave or wax away my shame, but he always insisted that I remain 'natural'. His kind is blessed to have perfect, crimson, hairless skin. Aside from those gorgeous locks, his body was naturally devoid of any unsightly hair.
My arms and legs were spread wide, with ropes tying my wrists and ankles to the frame. As always, he didn't hesitate for a moment to use me like the slave I am. His long, hard member pierced through my weak defenses!
"Noo~! Please~! Aaaaah~!"
I screamed, begged, cried, but he just laughed. On the first night he 'took' me, he made a promise.
"I'm going to keep ravaging you until your tears and cream run dry!"
Master must have always known. He must have always intended that my moisture would never cease!
He would never allow me to rest, because I was his slave. If my Master cannot rest, then how can 'I', a mere slave, dare to give into that deadly temptation?!
"Master! Forgive me! Please!"
"This is not a punishment, my Pet. This is the greatest gift a schutta like you could possibly receive!"
At that moment, I understood. He was filling my bowels with his boundless seed. Not out of malice, but out of love and kindness.
Master Asmodeus understands me. He knows what I desire. He knows that deep down, in the depths of my rotten soul… I am something lower than a Fleshdroid… Something Darker. More depraved.
"For thirty days and thirty nights, we must continue the ritual. Until every orifice is cleansed of your filthy disgusting past. Only then, shall you become my true… Apprentice."
"Yes, Master. I will endure. I will… Thrive! I am the Chosen One!"
***
"I feel like there aren't enough descriptive details about the sex scenes. You're trying way too fucking hard to avoid saying curses and shit. For fuck's sake, Shmi, this is smut. Nobody cares about cursing! We just wanna jerk off! We just wanna coom!"
"Is 'cooming' different from cumming, Master?"
"I'm cumming right now."
Asmodeus looked down under the desk and watched the jizz spurt a few times on her pretty face. Shmi actually did look a little younger lately. Perhaps from being drenched by his semen on an hourly basis. Of course, the two of them also ate much more healthily than she ever could have afforded as a normal slave. She was also being Force Healed regularly or she might actually die or at least fall ill.
"Cooming is like the ultimate ejaculation. Or maybe more of a metaphor. I just came, but was it a real, serious 'orgasm' or just a biological ejaculation? There's a difference. It's subtle, but it's there. If you want me to have a real, true, complete orgasm, then you need to stimulate my body and mind to the extreme!"
"Yes, Master!"
Ignoring the cum on her face, she started sucking again, this time much more vigorously. Asmodeus reached down and massaged her jaws, his hands emitting purple light. Is it an abuse of the Force? He didn't think so. After all, the Force wanted to 'coom' just as much as everyone else.
"Alright, enough of that. I want you to show me your ass-game."
"Yes, Master!"
Compared to before, she was obviously very enthusiastic and confident in her 'role'. He scooted his chair back a bit and she bent over the desk with her toned cheeks pressing approaching his face. That pussy and asshole were already drenched in cum from earlier. Though it wasn't as insane as she claimed in her silly 'smut' story.
She couldn't actually survive on nothing but his cum and be healthy. However, she did keep her ass as clean as possible, so that he could use and abuse it at any time. Or any place.
Once she was done showing off her hairy, cum-covered holes, she sat down on his cock. Then she grinded around, lifted up, slammed down, up again and down. That pink anus was almost sucked out a few times, but she knew exactly what her body could withstand at this point.
Asmodeus suddenly said, "Always remember the Rule of Three."
"Master… Mmmn, what is the Rule of Three?"
"Try not to have more than three characters in a single sex scene."
"Why not?" She was confused for a moment, putting down the datapad she was typing on while still 'twerking' on his cock to the best of her ability.
"It's not impossible, but with every character you add, the difficulty rises exponentially!"
"Yes, Master." She nodded seriously, "I'll be careful in the future!"
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