To Service is Divine Ch. 03

She slumped to a prone position on her side and then curled into a ball. Her body shook with heavy sobs. When her emotions peaked, her body trembled with intermittent wails of anguish. The bed sheet was used to wipe tears, slobber and snot from her face.

There was a deep felt instinct that her ordeal wasn't over. He seemed determined to alter her behavior into something akin to a deranged whore slave to be used and bred. She would rather die than become a mindless fuck toy on strings controlled by deviant minds. Yet, if he succeeded, she would essentially be dead anyway.

Had he not already broken her? Then again, how would she know? Were the argumentative voices a signal that cracks existed? She could rationalize one minute and then her thoughts were redirected with distractions that threw her out of kilter. It became a rollercoaster of emotions causing her to sway one direction or another until she was left stupefied with delusion.

At every turn he shamed her, took away hope, and then ripped away portions of her sanity. That emptiness was then refilled with a trait more related to that of a whore. Every deviant action she performed was the mortar that held that particular characteristic in place.

How much more could she endure before losing herself entirely? Josh stated that by sunrise she wouldn't even know he existed or even care. He spoke truth, she didn't fucking care now. She wished he'd never been born.

***

Her reprieve was short lived. She could only guess that he had been scheming as to what to do to her next and needed time to think.

She could feel his presence and hear the sounds of his heavy breath as he stood at the side of the bed. He was silent, but she had an expectation as to what would come next. She couldn't help but tense-up with trepidation. The anticipation that he would spew forth those words made her edgy.

She put her hands over her ears to block out sound.

Why didn't he just beat her into submission, similar to how he forced her to deep-throat?

The act of forcing her to swallow the full length and holding her in place was more of a brutal choking and had nothing to do with deep-throating. She had been pleasuring him willingly and then he showed cruelty.

Regardless of his reason, he seemed intent on using her vulnerability as a condition to induce submission. Each time she succumbed to the condition, she became a woman motivated by lust and obsessed for pleasure. Josh had no power to make her perform on command. Her actions had been her own. He simply provided the stimulus and nudged her to submit to the passion.

Is this the end? Has he chosen my next degenerative act as the event that finally devolves me into a mindless automaton designed to satisfy the perversions of aberrant men?

I would rather Josh beat me into submission. If he forced me to whore myself then it was easier to stomach than knowing I was willingly performing the indecent act. I could then retain the part of myself that feels hate.

The Degradation of Mia: Part 4

She sensed a slight tremor as he slid onto the bed and spooned in behind her. The hardness of his dick rested against the apex of her rear. She felt unnerved by his gentle caress with an expectation that an act of cruelty was to follow. His warm breath exhaled heavily at the back of her neck and her muscles stiffened with anxiety.

In all appearances he seem untroubled by her action to shut him out. When he spoke, she compressed her hands tighter against her ears to muffle his voice. It was heard as muted tones of gibberish.

He said, "Forgive me, I sometimes find it difficult to refrain from activities I enjoy. I erred in forcing you to choke on the chicken, so to speak. Instead of accelerating your degradation, I disrupted the process. It's one of the frailties of existing as an insignificant fragment of the master's mind bound by limitations of human flesh. The master in his true form, would have shown restraint until you were on the edge of insanity before utilizing such methods."

There was a moment of pause as his hand swept strands of hair from the back of her neck.

"Understandably, you're fearful of the words that give pleasure, yet you yearn to hear them. It was not my intent to instill fear. I now comprehend that fear is another emotion that requires suppression. It counteracts the attributes that define a whore."

She twitched when his tongue suddenly slid along the back her neck and then nibbled against her skin with small titillating kisses. It was an unexpected change in his demeanor. She quivered from the sensation. His incessant pecks gave her an uneasy anticipation that he might suddenly take a vampiric bite.

She shivered with a tingling chill when his hand touched her curvy side and then slithered over to reach between her thighs.

"Josh . . . No," she said meekly with apprehension.

With that stimulating touch, she now understood his intent. She felt troubled by the fact that he no longer required words to make her wet.

He said, "I perceive that a tender touch has a more positive effect."

She moaned from those stimulating strokes. Her broad hips intermittently wiggled with short forward thrusts. Her thoughts became muddled like a wind driven twister while her distracted eyes shifted erratically to express her delirious nature.

With an urging movement from his pleasurable left hand, he nudged her voluptuous frame to lay prone upon her back.

He repositioned himself at her feet, seized her ankles and then pushed back until her knees folded and her heels rested against her rump. She scrutinized him with listless exhaustion, incapable of generating a will to fight.

She could only watch with numb awareness as he spread her knees open to display her open gash. With his hands on each knee, he paused to study her dubious expression and gave her a reassuring smile. His gaze shifted downward to her engorged clit and splayed labia that outlined her small glossy hole. He gave a brief chuckle and then abruptly dove his head downward.

She had anticipated his deed with a foreboding of cruel intent. His sudden act of gentleness had thrown her off guard. She couldn't rationalize any malicious design behind his action to pleasure her. Was this a ploy to make her drop her guard?

What he was doing was unlike the monster.

Her eyes fixated up towards the ceiling, her mouth parted with lips folded inward, her face tensed and then she sighed, "Ohhhhh . . ." while his eager tongue licked against her protuberant nub.

The erotic sensations surged with intensity and rippled up her spine causing delightful shivers to mute her thoughts. Her fear waned and she withdrew her hands from ears until they rested with intent to tease her hardened nipples.

She blissfully cried out, "Oh yes . . . That's it, just like that. Don't stop . . . Lick me, Josh!"

He plunged two fingers into her as his tongue played upon her clit.

His fingers acted like a piston as they thrust in and out, producing squelchy sounds. He turned his head up. "That's it mom, move those hips. You've always liked me eating your hole." His tongue returned to its task of pleasuring her.

Her hips feverously undulated and gyrated from the pleasure.

"Yes . . . Lick mommy's pussy. I like it when you pleasure me."

She couldn't help but react sexually to the manipulation on her snatch. Her desire for fulfillment increased. Again, she moaned, becoming delirious from the sensation. Her climax was building.

Then he abruptly stopped, pulled back, and stood on his knees, looking down at her open thighs.

The sudden ending to the pleasurable stimulation, left her confused and delirious. She looked up at him with an expression of discontent. "Why did you stop? What do you want? Josh, just tell me. Do you want me to suck your dick?"

He sheepishly replied, "Gosh mom, you know what to do. We do this every night and you always forget. Remember, you like when I fuck your gash from behind, just like dad does. You always get on all fours with your ass in the air. You told me it excites you to open your slit wide like a slut, and beg me to fuck you."

She was puzzled by his words, her mind was jumbled and unsure. "Josh, I don't . . . Every night? I'm not sure we—"

"On your knees, mom, like a dog, with your ass in the air, begging for what you desire most. You're my whore, remember. You said you would fulfill my every desire."

At first, she attempted to reply and then stuttered to silence. Her face expressed her muddled thoughts. Her mouth then turned into a smile.

She said, "Yes, I remember. I'm your whore to fulfill your every desire. I said that. I remember saying that. Oh god, yes, I need your big cock in me real bad. Will you fuck me, son?"

"Mom, you're supposed be in your fuck-me position and then beg. Telling me you want my big penis in you, just isn't slutty enough. Last night you screamed like an incestuous whore. If you don't hurry, I'm going to lose my erection."

Mia remembered saying she was Josh's whore. She was a cock whore that loved sucking cock, but what she really wanted was an incestuous fuck from her son. She felt sexually flustered and had a great need for fulfillment.

She maneuvered herself into position on all fours and bent her torso downward with her face pressed against the bed. Her rear was now raised high and facing him.

With both hands she reached back and pulled her lips to each side to display her widely accessible vagina. She could feel the cool air prickle her gaped opening. A chill of expectation caused goosebumps to form.

She skimmed her face against the mattress to glance back behind her. There was sense of nervousness at knowing something was awkward and strange. She was just too aroused to put any thought into why she felt a wrongness about her actions.

Josh, walked forward on his knees with his cock in hand. The tip was large and approaching.

She felt a tickle as he rubbed the head along her moist slit and then pressed it in circles against her clit. The repeated action made her shiver with anticipation. Yet, he didn't penetrate her. He just continued buffing her pussy with machine like precision.

She creamed from the stimulation. Her open slit desired penetration and she was anxious from his inaction. It was driving her mad with sexual need.

She expressed her frustration. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me! Fuck your mother. Fuck my damn whore cunt. It's wet and waiting for your big cock. Fuck'en stick your dick in me, you bastard!"

He remained inactive, other than gliding it up and down the entrance to her pussy, he remained in place and made no attempt to plunge into her.

"Argh, god-damn-it!" she said in an exasperated tone.

With a fervor, she frantically knocked his hand away and grabbed the shaft of his dick. Placing the head of his cock at her opening, she plunged herself onto him until he was buried deep in her twat.

"Ahhhh . . . Oh god, yes. You feel so good in me. Josh, please, please, fuck me. Fuck your whore mother's cunt."

He placed both hands on her wide hips with a firm grip and then began thrusting in and out. She closed her eyes, feeling his glorious rod slide inside her with vigor. His thickness and length filled her. His hefty semen-filled scrotum swung with rugged determination and occasionally grazed against her pubic mound.

If she could see his malevolent wide grin, she would have been devastated by the knowledge that she had once again been manipulated. She would have been mortified into hysteria upon realizing she had been turned into an incestuous whore by her own hand.

The Rupturing of Fate

"Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ahhhh . . ." she moaned. Her lustful whimpers were a continuous statement to her natural state of arousal. Her whorish demeanor was a self-produced expression signifying her level of depravity.

She murmured, "Josh, you make my pussy is so fucking wet. I'm close, so close. Keep fucking me. I need it bad."

Without warning he pulled out and placed the bulbous head at the entrance of her anus.

His action was a shock and she immediately opened her eyes wide upon realizing his intent.

"Josh, no! What are you doing? I need it in my pussy. God, no, you can't do that. I'm not an anal whore," she shrieked in panic.

His plum shaped tip rammed through the rim of her rectum and slid with great effort down her tight anal tube.

. . . She bawled in agony over the meaty intruder.

He pounded into rectum with intense roughness.

She sobbed hysterically from the brutal pain inflicted with each plunging stab. Her hands gripped the sheets, balling them in tight fists. Her torso trembled against the mattress from the impact of his thrusts.

The roughness of his actions were that of an inhuman beast intent on ripping her apart.

Why? Why would he do this to me? This is no longer a dominate son fucking a willing whorish mother. He's crossed the line.

Tears of anguish flowed from her eyes. She was helpless to stop the torment he inflicted. His lengthy cock continuously plunged into her to cause pain. His balls pounded mercifully against the base of her pussy like a hammer.

"Why?" she mumbled, her voice muffled by the bed sheet.

He regarded her question and deemed it worthy of an answer. "You were simply an innocent victim that had the misfortune to have a son that was a friend of Jacob Chesterfield. If your son had not voiced his desire, you would have gone unnoticed and unaffected by the master's grand scheme. It was Jacob's mother that drew the master's eyes towards you.

"Everything you've experienced up to now has merely been a preparation to make you a malleable vessel for your eventual fate. My process of devolving you into your intended form has yet begun."

Once again, she screamed to signify her displeasure and convey her unwillingness to continue.

***

The direction of her life changed the instant he spewed forth an incessant series of words meant to trigger her hyper-aroused state. The effect of those words were immediate and altered her existence. Her intended scream simply fizzled out and became groans of pleasure.

A small part of her being, was fully aware of the change, but was incapable of altering the course of its degradation. That insubstantial phantom, now comprehended the duplicitous manipulation that had influenced it too willing perform as Josh's whore.

The phantasm of reason was distress by the knowledge that it had been so easily swayed to debase itself from simple sexual stimulation and natural arousal. It could no longer voice a defiant objection or suggest a possible course of action to save itself. It was now contained by walls that were bricked by its own hand. It could only wail sorrowfully as an ineffective thought while staring through a window, forced to view events from the eyes of a whore.

The whore was incapable of sobbing, screaming or crying. The only sounds she could articulate were lustful grunts exhaled with each thrust of a man's cock.

Again, Josh used those words and her arousal increase substantially. It became a serenade of tones that brought her to the brink of madness. Arousal and pain were in concert, becoming one.

She was lustfully awakened by the brutal pain he inflicted. What was happening should not be possible, yet the words produced arousal that countered the pain.

She was befuddled by her actions. Oh my god, he's turning me into some type of twisted, sadist-loving, fuck whore. "Fuck . . . What have you done to me? Yes—fuck—harder . . ."

She felt crippled by her condition, unable to restrain herself from thrusting back against him to impale her anus on his shaft. How can one feel the anguish of pain and passion at the same time?

Again, the words flowed from his mouth.

"Argh! You bastard. Stop, no more words, you're driving me insane. Fuck—pound it into me!" she yelled between grunts.

He replied, "Enough. Your expectations for pleasure are concluded. As a whore, you only exist to pleasure others. I'm your master. I'll lay prone and you will whorishly ride me. You will pleasure me and if you please me, I will gift you with what you most desire."

Her anal passage was left as a gaping void as he retracted his cock. She felt the emptiness and yearned to fill it once more. As he repositioned himself, he shoved her to the side, causing her to tumble off the bed. She scramble to her feet.

Once standing, she turned her gaze towards the open bedroom door. She felt his eyes upon her and turn to look. His gaze was one of impatient expectation as he lay prone with legs partly open and his erect cock pointed up and waiting.

She had no urge to run towards the open bedroom door, instead she flung herself upon the bed and excitedly grabbed his stiff member.

She was now a whore committed to receiving her gift of cum. With her legs on each side, she squatted to straddle him. After aligning his meaty pole with the entrance of her gaping cunt, she plunged herself downward to engulf the engorged bulbous head until her rear touched his nut-sack.

Her eyes were glazed and fixed, expressing madness. "I'm a fuck whore," she said and then giggled like a little girl.

She rode him like a sadist fuck whore. Her actions were feverish, desperate, fierce, and turbulent like a storm. Her hefty knockers bounced like two crazy-eyes randomly searching for lunch.

Desperation urged her to spew forth a tirade of verbal pleas. "Fucking gift me! I want it, just like you said I would. Now, fucking—cum—in me. Shoot your jizz in my whore cunt. I'll worship your prick, just seed me with my reward!"

Then it hit. Her nether region shot downward to skewer his pecker deep in her twat. He expressed pain with a grimace and exhaled a deep gasp as the full weight of her buttocks slammed his balls.

Her orgasm was intense and it caused her face to scrunch, eyes to flutter, and her mouth to crimp shut with lips folded inward. Her body became tense and shuddered.

She remained squatting, fully impaled. Her vagina clamped down on his shaft, the inner muscles began milking and coaxing it to spew its seed.

Her wondrous act of nursing provoked his cock to ejaculate with a streaming burst of warm cum.

The sensation produced from his powerful load filled her depths and caused a more volatile orgasm than the first. Her body quaked violently and folded forward to drop her full weight, along with her meaty jugs against his face.

She giggled mischievously and bounced her boobs against his head while he struggled to inhale air. She smiled and then girlishly said, "Oh, oh, I feel mister wiener's knob knocking at the baby's bedroom door."

His eyes suddenly widened upon feeling a massive pressure clinch down on his manhood with the intent to extract jizz once again.

She giggled crazily and then said, "Is it the milk man?"

Reaching back behind her with one hand, she seized his scrotum and then forcefully squeezed them with the intent to make them squirt more cum.

The pain produced by her clinching fist caused him to yelp. His shriek was muffled when a chunky nipple was forced into his mouth. "Suck my whore tit. I'll milk you, if you milk me," she said gleefully.

He struggled and spat the nipple from his mouth in disgust. He angrily demanded, "Get the fuck off of me you crazy bitch! Enough of this foolish drivel."

Her only reply was to laugh and wiggled her hips.

In anger, he clinched her hair in his fists to produce pain in an attempt to pull her off him. Her reaction wasn't what he expected. She only shivered with pleasure and fixed her lustful eyes to his and gave him a crooked smile.

He was annoyed by her stare. He said, "Just my fucking luck. How foolish of me to adopt such a method. Cunt, listen to me, this is just a temporary stage in your degradation. We need to follow through to the next phase. I'm finding you quite unpleasant in your current state."